"How long does that last?"

"Half a moon. ”

"It's only been half a month?" Yang Xiaoyang was dumbfounded.

Half a month later, the donor had other opportunities. ”

Yang Xiaoyang sighed, and began to get used to the old monk not making it clear.

"Eh, master, the elders in my mountains who taught me to cultivate immortals said that I have Dao roots but no Dao fate, what does this mean?"

The corners of Ju Ye's mouth twitched, and he asked a monk what the Taoist fate was, and he couldn't figure it out.

The old monk smiled bitterly, "The Dao root should be similar to the Huigen of Buddhism, but the poor monk of the Dao Yuan doesn't know it." The poor monk only knows that the Buddha said that all the laws are born because of fate, and they are all empty, and the Taoist pays attention to harmony, so the poor monk does not know what the cause is. ”

Yang Xiaoyang laughed dryly, nodded, and pretended to understand.

The old monk glanced at Yang Xiaoyang a few more times, and when he saw that he had no problem, he beckoned to Xiao Di, "Then let the poor monk cast the spell." ”

"Wait, Master, you said before that you wouldn't heal?" Yang Xiaoyang suddenly said in a loud voice.

The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched, he sighed, and replied, "Poor monks really can't cure diseases.

Poor monks only give illusions to the sick people, and they think that if they are cured and do not save them, they will really be cured.

It's just a minor illness, and people just underestimate their ability to help themselves. ”

Is this a hint that I want to save myself? What is wrong with me, you say!

The old monk immediately said: "The poor monk is tired, after blessing the illusion to the donor, you can do it yourself." ”

The old monk was about to stretch out his hand to Xiao Di after speaking, but was interrupted by Yang Xiaoyang again, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

"Eh, master, you have applied an illusion to Xiao Di, so what should we do?"

The old monk sighed, "Amitayus Buddha, those who are destined for the donor can see it." ”

After he finished speaking, he added uneasily, "Don't ask again, the poor monk has a number in his heart, and he will never be fine." ”

Yang Xiaoyang smiled embarrassedly, he didn't expect that he could still force an old monk with advanced cultivation to be in a hurry.

It's all to blame for Li Congwen, who learned badly from him.

The old monk gently put his hand on the top of Xiao Di's head, closed his eyes and read the words, but after a while, he released it again.

Yang Xiaoyang glanced at Xiao Di a few times, but when he looked up, he saw that the old monk had left, leaving only an old back.

"How is Xiao Di, do you feel anything?" Yang Xiaoyang bowed to the old monk and asked Xiao Di with concern.

Xiao Di turned around in place a few times, stopped and pursed his lips and thought for a while, and then turned around a few times before he said happily: "I feel it!"

"What does it feel?"

"Dizzy!"

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned for a while, feeling that Xiao Di's wish to grow up might not be satisfied for a while.

Ju Yeyan laughed happily, handed the box to Yang Xiaoyang, looked up at Xiao Di and said, "Let's go, let's go outside and try!"

"Okay, okay, I can fly with the birds! ”

Yang Xiaoyang smiled slightly, glanced at Li Congwen and Ri Ying, who were still squatting in the corner, and walked out of the hall behind Ju Yeqi.

Today's sunlight is not dazzling, Yang Xiaoyang walked into the courtyard with wide eyes, but his eyes were soaked in a clump of emerald color.

The dead wood in the courtyard is actually lush......

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned for a while, and then hurriedly ran out of the temple to look at the mountain.

Where are there dead trees in the middle of the mountain, only the green waves are turbulent......

.............................................................................

An Yan twenty-five years, spring, the capital, the year of the palace, the prince's bedroom.

"Why did you disperse all the guards outside the temple?" asked the woman in the red shirt with a smile.

Zhao Qinian glanced at the woman sitting opposite her, smiled bitterly, and said in a low voice: "Maybe you are right, for the sake of this Mingwu, I may indeed not live." ”

The woman raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "You changed your mind, and I changed it too." Now I don't want to kill you, I want you to do me a favor. ”

Zhao Qinian was stunned, "What's busy?"

"I want you to help me find a place to hide, I want to get out of my sect. ”

"Which sect are you from?"

The red-shirted woman's bright red lips left marks on the cup again, "Let the door be killed." ”

"I haven't heard of it. ”

She smiled, "A sect that is all killers, and it is quite famous in the rivers and lakes and the imperial court. ”

Zhao Qinian sighed, looked at the woman's red shirt, and said hopefully for some reason: "You can hide in my palace." ”

The woman in the red shirt suddenly laughed when she heard this, Zhao Qinian's consciousness flashed, and she saw that the short dagger was on her neck, bringing a touch of coolness.

"I'm a killer, do you know what my principle of killing is?"

Zhao Qinian didn't tremble, and asked with a smile, "What is it?"

"If someone wants to kill you, it means that you can kill, so I will kill you. ”

Zhao Qinian looked at the woman with a crazy look, and asked with a wry smile, "Then why didn't you kill me again?"

"I don't know. The woman in the red shirt withdrew her dagger and hid it in her sleeve, "I don't want to stay within the high walls of the deep palace, give me a different place." ”

Zhao Qinian was a little disappointed, "Now that Mingwu is turbulent, only the land of Longlong is still peaceful. ”

"It's all said that Ren Killmen has a good reputation in the imperial court, and Guan Long is too close to the capital, so I can't hide. ”

Zhao Qinian thought for a while, "Go to Chudi in the south over there, it is relatively desolate, there are not many official governments or rivers and lakes, it should be feasible to hide there." Just ......"

The red-shirted woman waved her hand, "Okay, let's go to Chudi." ”

She turned to leave.

Zhao Qinian looked at her back, and his heart suddenly surged with inexplicable emotions, and he shouted, "What's your name?"

The woman in the red shirt didn't look back, "My name is Jia Er." It's normal for names to be bad, killers are like that. ”

"When will we see you again?"

Jia Er looked back at him strangely, "Tomorrow, you don't think I'm leaving now, do you?"

Zhao Qinian opened his mouth wide and blushed.

................................................................................

The old monk came to the hall again at some point, heard the sound of the carriage leaving, and sighed.

"O Ling, I lost. The poor monk wanted to save the child, but he couldn't defeat the destiny of heaven after all......" The desolate voice echoed in the hall.

He bent down, picked up a small gray insect on the ground, stroked it gently, and saw that it was still motionless, and sighed lightly: "It's not easy for you little guy, you chased all the way from Shu to here."

You stay here for two more days, and when the poor monk dies, you eat the poor monk's cultivation. In the future, if your young master is in trouble, you can also help one or two. ”

The old monk saw that the little worm was still motionless, and there was no response, so he couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "It turned out to be a little lazy worm......

......

A carriage slowly moved forward in the middle of the forest.

"Little lamb, little sheep, what if the birds can't hear me?" shouted Xiao Tu stopped at the treetops.

Yang Xiaoyang looked up and saw that the bird really didn't react, and couldn't help but sigh that the old monk's magical powers were really powerful.

"Then you count it and it won't hear it. ”

Xiao Di flew to Yang Xiaoyang's shoulder, "Hmph, the little bird is so cute, how can I count it?"

She turned around again and said to Ju Yeqi, who was sitting next to her: "Sister Yeqi, let me tell you, when I was in Sichuan and Shu before, Xiao Yang brought back a flower cat. Xiaohua is obedient, we ......."

Yang Xiaoyang quietly listened to Xiao Di's chatter, and remembered that the old monk said that Xiao Di still had a chance.

He didn't know what the chance was, Xiao Di didn't have any big problems except that he only had half a year to live.

Could it be that Xiao Di has a chance to recover his body?

Yang Xiaoyang turned his head slightly, seeing Xiao Di's excited face, he couldn't help but think of how old would Xiao Di be if he had a body?

Is it as high as my waist? Or is it up to my shoulders?

Aren't we walking together like father and daughter?

That's it, father and daughter are father and daughter, if Xiao Di has a body, he can be a grandson.

The more Yang Xiaoyang thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but gently kick the buttocks of the jujube red horse, and the horse neighed and galloped up, blowing his hair.

......

Sunset.

"Little lamb, little sheep, there is a small village in front of us. Xiao Di's voice came from overhead.

Yang Xiaoyang looked up, and only saw a small dot in Caixia, and he felt that he had to shout loudly to make him hear.

So he didn't.

"Little lamb, I want to eat sugar gourds! you can buy them for me!" shouted to him as he fell to his shoulder and whispered into his ear.

"Not necessarily. Yang Xiaoyang replied with a bitter face.

"No, I want to eat!"

Yang Xiaoyang exhaled, "Then go and see." ”

It was said that it was the front, but in fact, it took a moment to arrive.

The village is small, located at the foot of a small hill with a verdant backdrop to it.

There is a small lake at the end of the line of sight, and the waves are reflected in the distance.

The carriage was driving on the path, and Yang Xiaoyang heard the melodious sound of the flute as soon as he saw the outline of the village.

Ju Yeqi sat next to him, his legs swaying.

She pricked up her ears to listen, closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly, "This flute is not like a bamboo flute, it is thicker than an ordinary flute."

And the scale is less than the average flute, and it is not very accurate, so it should not be a good flute.

The flute's skill is not very high, but it seems to be integrated into his own emotions, which is more obvious against the backdrop of a deep and deep voice. ”

"Wow, Sister Yeqi is so powerful, I just hear that the flute is not good. Xiao Di said with admiration.

When the carriage reached the entrance of the village, there was an old man sitting on a stone with his eyes closed, playing the flute, and his shadow was stretched on the ground.

Yang Xiaoyang listened to Ju Yeqi's words, carefully observed the flute, and found that it was gray and not round.

There were only five small holes in it, just enough to cover with the old man's thin fingers.

The carriage stopped, the four of them got out of the car, and Xiao Di flew to the old man's hand, staring at the flute and not knowing what he was looking at.

The old man heard the movement, and the flute stopped abruptly, which made Yang Xiaoyang very uncomfortable.

"Hehe, a few of you have had a bumpy and hard journey. The old man's eyes were a little cloudy, and he didn't know who he was looking at when he shook from side to side.

"Senior, this flute is a bone flute?" asked Ju Yeqi with wide eyes after bowing.

"Good, good, exactly. The old man put the flute in the palm of his hand and stretched it out for a few people to watch.

"This flute is not pretty. Xiao Di lost interest after looking at it twice, and fell on Yang Xiaoyang's shoulder.

Li Congwen has always said whatever he wants, he leaned his head to Xiao Di's ear and said softly: "I remember that I have a jade flute at home, it is very beautiful, I will bring it to you when I have the opportunity." ”

"Okay, okay, but what if I can't play the flute?"

"It's okay, it's comfortable just to look at. ”

Yang Xiaoyang rolled his eyes when he heard this.

The old man didn't react, it seemed that he really couldn't hear Xiao Di's voice.

Ju Yeqi smiled and asked, "My predecessors still believe in Buddhism?"

"Hehe, good, good, the old man felt confused before, and he once asked a master for advice. The old man smiled kindly.

The corners of Yang Xiaoyang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but glance at Li Congwen.