After another half a month of rest, Elder Ran's injuries had recovered seventy percent, and there were still three points of poisonous gas left in the Buddha Sea, like stubborn islands and reefs, washed by the boundless sea of spiritual power, but the effect of consumption was quite small.

On this day, it is the day to set off for Junzhou.

The abbot, the elder of the Hong, the Fa, and the elders, as well as Ben Chang, sent the ten disciples led by the Yu and Yu to the archway at the foot of the Nanzong Temple, and the abbot stood under the archway and said to the master of the temple: "Ran, Yu, this is a difficult and dangerous place, I have notified the disciples of the Nanzong Temple who are listed in various temples, if you encounter a danger that cannot be solved, inform them in time, and they will pass it to us through the spirit beast as soon as possible." There is a long way to go, and this is an important choice for you to re-embark on the path of Buddhism and start again, and no matter what the outcome is, you are worthy of the common people. Amitabha. ”

Master Zhiran clasped his hands together, bowed slightly to the abbot, and said: "With the light of fireflies, find an inch of light, although the night is long, we are the torch." ”

Master Abbot nodded, and Master Ran and Yuchuni turned around with their disciples, and finally set foot on the road to Junzhou.

A wind walks on the bridge at the foot of the Nanzong Temple, looks back at the Nanzong Temple, Lingyun Mountain is still misty, countless palaces, heavy courtyards, is located on the top of the five peaks, is illuminated by the sun to be brilliant and bright, the bustling crowd shuttles in the palace courtyard, looks up from the bridge of the crossing, like the Buddha country in the sky.

It's been almost a year, and I've been coming to Nanzong Temple for almost a year, and in the past year, I don't know how many things I've experienced, choosing exercises, practicing supernatural powers, getting to know Master Ran, the honest and gentle senior brother Benchang, praying for the excitement of the Lantern Festival, the selection of the secret realm that has gone through all kinds of hardships, the dangerous ring competition, and so on, all the scenes are in front of me.

He and his brothers originally took refuge in Nanzong Temple as a fleeing, but they didn't expect to regard this place as their home.

Now to embark on the road to Junzhou, in fact, for Yifeng, this means that his path to seek Buddhism has just begun, the road ahead is vast, the treacherous Junzhou Dao, the hidden Solomon, the evil thoughts of Shura, the place that can be seen, the distance that can be known, are full of hardships and dangers.

However, so what, taking one step has its own benefits, although the road is far, there will always be a day to arrive.

"Yifeng, what are you looking at?" Xiu Gu shouted in front.

They had all crossed the bridge and were waiting for him on the other side of the bridge, shaking their heads in the wind and throwing out all the chaotic and complicated thoughts, leaving only a firm Buddha heart, relying only on solid legs, and only those who were waiting for him in their eyes.

They left Lingyun Mountain, walked for an hour, turned north from the avenue leading to Nanzong Temple, and walked on the official road to Junzhou in the north.

The road surface on this section of the official road is relatively smooth, it seems that it is for the prosperity of the incense of Nanzong Temple, and the tamped dirt road is paved with regular stones, which is solid and flat, and the horses run on it crisply, and people walk on it steadily and comfortably.

At the beginning, because of the proximity to Nanzong Temple, there were many pedestrians and horses on the road, and many of them were pilgrim donors who went to Nanzong Temple to worship Buddha and burn incense.

Although there are occasionally one or two small temples on both sides of the official road, most people still choose to go to Nanzong Temple, even if they have to climb the high and physically demanding ladder of Lingyun Mountain.

Further north, the two sides of the official road gradually become barren, and the trees on the mountains on both sides gradually flourish, showing the beauty of the uncultivated natural mountains, and the stones on the official road have become broken.

The houses and temples near the official road slowly decreased, and it was not until you walked for an hour or two that you could see the sparse farmhouses at the foot of the mountain on the side. Pedestrians on the official road are also gradually sparse, and the people who come and go are all hurrying passers-by, and the temple believers have long been missing.

After walking like this for three or four days, they ate and slept in the open along the way, and although they were all cultivators, their usual food, clothing, shelter and transportation were still the same as ordinary people.

If you practice the exercises or use the supernatural powers to hurry, the body will not be able to withstand the long-term infusion and release of spiritual power, and the consumption of spiritual power by the exercises and supernatural powers is very huge.

Even if the Canaan Sutra is the top practice of the Buddhist path, no one can guarantee that the body can sustain the long-term consumption of spiritual power. It's like a thousand-mile horse, you can barely do it in a day, but if you insist on two days, three days, or even half a month or a month, even a thousand miles will be tired and fall to the ground.

Gradually to the north, the master of Ran felt more and more strange, not only the official road is becoming more and more dilapidated, but the stone is often missing a piece and a piece is missing, and sometimes only the dusty dirt road remains.

And the number of pedestrians gradually increased, but they all became ragged people. It stands to reason that the closer you get to Junzhou, it is normal for there to be more people, but the roads should also get better and better.

Sometimes, they see the villages next to the official road and want to stay overnight or buy some goods, but they find that the houses are empty and there is no sign of people.

Occasionally, I met one or two old people, and after inquiry, I learned that because of the spring drought, there was no rain for several months, and when it was time for the green and yellow, there was no hope of harvest, and the temple could not reduce the rent and taxes they owed at all, so there was no way, and the people in the village fled to beg.

After walking for another two or three days, the official road became even more dilapidated, and there were no green weeds and decent green trees on the roadside, and even the mountains and fields beside the road became even more barren and bare. There are also more pedestrians on the road, and most of them are heading in the same direction as they are, heading to Junzhou.

But there are more and more beggars on crutches, dragging their families and mouths, and losing their souls, and many of them are yellow and thin, with weak steps, weak energy, and not many words, just staring blankly ahead, able to take one step at a time. From time to time, someone couldn't hold on, fell on the road, and was helped to the side of the road by his family, and after a while, there was a wail.

In such a crowded crowd, Master Ran and Yifeng seemed very out of place, they had not come down the mountain for a long time, they knew nothing about the famine and the situation of fleeing at the foot of the mountain, and their hearts were not only surprised, but also full of compassion.

As they continued to move forward, more and more people fell, and there were more and more wails on the side of the road, and the brows of the master became tighter and tighter.

At first they gave all the food they had to the fallen people, but as more and more people fell on the side of the road, there was nothing they could do.

It was also at this time that Yifeng felt the powerlessness of cultivators, what was the use of cultivating no matter how high he was?

In the face of people who are constantly lying on the side of the road due to poverty and hunger and cold, the supernatural powers can heal them, but can they provide them with a full meal? What they need is not much ability, but just a steamed bun and a sip of water.

At this time, they are not as good as a dusty steamed bun on the side of the road, or as well as the weed roots dug up after being snatched to eat the weeds.

The world is so panicked, Yifeng feels endless sadness in his heart.

On this day, walking on the road, Master Ran stopped, and so did Yuchuni and his disciples.

Abandoned starving corpses were already appearing on the roadside, many of them decomposing, and crows, vultures, dingoes, and flies were constantly fighting for food.

Even the most indifferent Benyuan couldn't stand it, and stopped at first, buried them with Shuli and others, and recited the death mantra for them, as more and more corpses appeared on the roadside, in the mountains, on the slopes, and beside the mounds, they were already powerless.

They could only watch the bustling and crowded people around them who were forced to die by life, walking on this wide official road with no end in sight, and so did the corpses.

There was another person in front of him who fell, accompanied by only one wife, all dressed as croppers, and two dolls, a man and a woman, who were a few years old.

Immediately a few passing beggars helped, carried the fallen man to the side of the road, and quickly walked away.

The wife sat down next to her husband, her hair scattered and began to beat the ground and wail, but she howled at the backs of the beggars who had just helped: "Give back what you have eaten! This is what the child's father saved for the child! That's how he starved! Do you still have a conscience? God, don't you see that there are still two dolls here? Do you bear to let the dolls starve to death? Oh my God, where is the reason of heaven, God open your eyes!"

The two little dolls were at a loss, kneeling beside their mother and their father who was lying on the ground fainting, crying with their mother, and crystal tears flowed down from their ignorant dark eyes and fell on the dusty official road.

The beggars on the side of the road were hurried and unresponsive, and they were used to such situations.

Seeing this, the fire monkey shouted angrily, and took a leap to chase after the beggars who had gone away, and when they saw that someone was chasing them, they began to run wildly with the bun in their mouths, stumbling, knocking over the pedestrians along the way, causing a wave of curses and wails.

But where they outran the fire monkeys, they were caught up in a short time.

The fire monkey pressed the shoulder of the last man and snatched the bun from his mouth, and the man panicked and grabbed the fire monkey's hand, desperate to break free.

But the fire monkey is a cultivator, and that's something that an ordinary person can shake?

After finding that he couldn't break free, the man tried to swallow the last bite of food in his mouth, threw the steamed bun he had just grabbed in his hand to the side of the road in front of him, and hissed: "Good girl, eat quickly, Daddy brought you food back!"

A little girl on the side of the road ahead, dressed in tattered clothes, embroidered with a few bright flowers that had been stained with mud and dust, had become obscure, and the buns rolled down at her feet.

She hurriedly rushed over, picked up the steamed bun, didn't even have time to wipe the dust, bit into the steamed bun, and swallowed hard, her eyes flashed with tears, and her dark eyes were terrifyingly clear.

She stood on the side of the road like this, timidly looking at her father, who was constantly struggling and hoarse, and timidly looking at the fire monkey with her big clear eyes.

She was afraid, she didn't dare to step forward.

The fire monkey held the steamed bun that had just been snatched from the girl's father's mouth, stopped moving, and looked at the tearful girl, at a loss.