As soon as Yi Heng heard it, he knew that he was forcibly recalling and forcibly reciting.

He really didn't know who this saint was, but he was looking forward to the arrival of this saint in his heart.

"Now that the saint is about to arrive, all the people in the city will take out the little food and wine and kneel down to welcome the saint to show their reverence for the saint!"

Yi Heng gradually heard some chaotic footsteps, and at the same time, he also heard chaotic shouts rushing towards the entrance of the village.

In his own eyes, he was not even as good as the village, but in the city in the old man's mouth, some people began to come out of each household and slowly gathered together.

The same coarse cloth clothes, the same rough faces, and the same excitement and joy.

Everyone's hands were not empty, either carrying chickens and ducks, or carrying wine, and slowly walked out of the city, and the voice gradually became louder.

The crowd chattered, chickens and ducks screamed, and even cattle and sheep chirped.

I have never met, but I just heard about it, and I can send away the little wine and food at home, and even kneel down to welcome the saint.

Is the folk here simple, or is it because it really can't survive here?

The village does not look like a city at all, naturally there is no city gate, and in a few moments, the crowd will walk from far and near to the entrance of the village.

The old and the young are young and strong, the men carry heavy objects and the women carry the young, the clothes are ragged, the complexion is yellow, and even when walking, they are weak.

In comparison, the complexion of the old man in front of him was much better.

Maybe the food and wine in their hands are all the only ones in the house, but everyone has no reluctance, and their eyes are full of excitement.

Yi Heng looked at this scene and was completely stunned.

"Old man Hu, you went out before dawn, but you caught a fish?" a soft cry woke Yi Heng up.

I saw an old woman in gray hurriedly running towards the old man in front of him, ragged and steady, with eagerness and concern in her eyes.

She didn't pay attention to the old man's face, but to whether there were any fish in his basket.

Hu Laohan secretly glanced at him, and saw that he was still expressionless, so he whispered a few words to the old woman who ran over.

The old woman smiled instantly, pulled him up, mingled with the rushing crowd, and in an instant walked along the avenue.

There was a small chirping of cattle and sheep, and the dirt avenue was already filled with crowds, and he had to lean towards the edge of the avenue to get out of the way of the agitated crowd.

At this point, he became an outsider, as if he were not a body standing on the road, but a soul floating here, watching them.

Naturally, no one paid attention to him, and even if anyone saw it, they hurriedly withdrew their eyes, because it could be seen from the clothes and the complexion of his face that he was different from theirs.

As the stream continued, more and more villagers crowded the dirt avenues and stretched towards the front.

He knew that the group of soldiers in front of him was the saint they called him.

Hu Laohan didn't know who the saint was, but he did.

This saint, if you guess correctly, is the Shang Dynasty, the Western sage Xibohou under Xiqi Mountain, Ji Chang.

Anyone who studies the Book of Changes will inevitably remember this place.

This is where Ji Chang was imprisoned by the king of Shang.

It was here that King Ji Chang of Zhou Wen spent seven years in prison to make the "Zhou Yi", which was then called the first of the Five Classics, and is known as the "Book of Changes" in history.

"At the end of the Shang Dynasty, at the beginning of the Western Zhou Dynasty, haha, the traces of the Book of Changes, isn't this what I have been looking for? Haha, isn't it right in front of me now?"

He laughed wildly in his heart, and the crowd of people in front of him who kept passing over could not see the panic in his heart from his appearance.

"It's just that this TM is 1059 BC! I want to go back to 2020, and I have to live for another 3079 years, haha, borrow another 3079 years from the sky!"

He couldn't stop laughing in his heart, and finally couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

When he was sure that this was Earth, that it was 1059 B.C., he was in complete despair.

Let's not talk about whether you can live to 3079 years, and even if you can live, how many hardships should you endure?

Since the soul has traveled to the present, it has only been forty or fifty years, but it has experienced so many life and death dangers, if you wait for another 3079 years, how many life and death crises will there be?

Don't say how many times, even just once, if you are not careful, isn't it pointless to wait?

Moreover, to have a lifespan of 3079 years, what realm do you need to cultivate?

The Void Period, the Mahayana Period, or the Legendary Starry Sky Realm?

The crowd continues.

Ordinary people who rushed out, whether men, women, old or young, no one's clothes could cover their bodies, and no one's complexion looked like a normal person's complexion.

In the last years of the Shang Dynasty, the king of Su was violent, the world was in chaos, and the common people were in dire straits, with insufficient food and clothing, and late death, which may be extremely normal.

It stands to reason that their lives are short, so life is better than life and death, and they should have no expectations for the future.

But what shocked him was that in the crowd that kept passing him, no matter who it was, the heat in his eyes at this time, and the anticipation for the future days, were like substance, so that he could see it clearly at a glance.

Suddenly, he felt that the monk was nothing more than that.

Even if he cultivates to his level, his strength can move mountains and seas, fly to the sky and escape to the earth, and make the kings of the world change hands, but when facing the future, he is not as good as these ordinary people.

Monks are also human beings.

A word came to his mind.

This is a phrase that he has always believed in.

Therefore, he can live with a common old man for two hours with a peaceful mind, and listen to his nagging for two hours without waves.

"In that case, what are you afraid of?" he asked to himself.

But for a while, after all, I couldn't make up my mind and couldn't get out of despair.

The real despair, how can it be said that you can get out of it?

"It's coming, it's coming...... ”

While pondering, a shout came from two or three miles in front of the avenue.

He turned, his eyes narrowed, and he looked to the place where the shouts had come from.

"Here, here the saint comes....... ”

"Kneel down to welcome the saint....... ”

"The saint has come, and the days are better....... ”

......

A cry choked with excitement paved the long road, and in the sparse woods on both sides of the avenue, a few wild birds were alarmed, "chirping" and flying into the distance.

Two miles away, a group of about 100 soldiers, dressed in bronze armor and holding long ge, looked slightly messy on the dirt road, which was not wide.

But the strictness revealed in the mess made the civilians on the road avoid it and did not dare to speak loudly.

"Kneel down to welcome the saint....... ”

A shout came from the crowd, and four or five hundred civilians in ragged clothes knelt down in twos and threes.

The whole kneeling crowd looked extremely chaotic.

Some knelt on both knees, some knelt on one knee, some prostrate on the ground, and some choked and couldn't speak.

"Sergeant of the King of Xuan escorted the Western Sage Xi Bohou here, and the rest of the people retreated!" In the ranks of soldiers, a loud roar full of anger came out.

Several soldiers in front of them immediately swung Changge down and rushed towards the civilians who were kneeling on both sides of the road.

Seeing the gloomy Changge waving, where did the unarmed civilians dare to disobey, and in an instant, there was chaos on the road.

Some of the terrified civilians lost their chickens and ducks in the chaos, some spilled their wines, and some cried .......

The sound of chickens and ducks running, the sound of wine turning, and the sound of howling and crying are constantly intertwined and chaotic.

But the crowd finally dispersed, and the civilians kneeling behind them naturally retreated three feet to both sides of the road in confusion, and the straight avenue could be seen at a glance.

"This is what the history books say, the military and civilian fathers and elders in Yili, leading sheep and wine, hugging the road and kneeling to greet him?" Yi Heng stood on the side of the road.

He did not retreat, nor did he block the road, nor did he fall to his knees.

Dressed in a cyan robe swaying in the wind, his eight-foot-tall body stood upright, his hands behind his back, and his eyes squinted resolutely, staring at the slowly approaching ranks of soldiers in front of him.

In the ranks of soldiers, there was an ox cart, but the black curtain on the ox cart was tightly covered, and it was impossible to see who was riding.

But he knew that in this ox cart, it must be Xibohou Jichang, who was ordered by the king of Shang to temporarily live here.

said that it was a temporary residence, but it was actually a detention, that it was an escort, but in fact it was an escort, he secretly said in his heart, he had no intention of retreating, and naturally he had no idea of kneeling.

It was as if the scene in front of him was like air, it had never happened, and it was as if he was like air, and no one could see him.

"No!" he denied.

This scene in front of me must have happened, but I am really like air, and I should not exist here.

"If he is rescued at this time and brought back to Xiqi, will he immediately raise an army to defeat the merchants? Will it change history?" he thought his heart start beating rapidly.