Walking for only half a day, in the early morning of the next day, Wang Yi caught up with the people in the dart game, which was very close to Chang'an City.

On the road thirty miles away from Chang'an City, Wang Si finally wrote a two words that made Wang Yi somewhat satisfied, after Wang Yi nodded, Wang Si came to the window of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and looked at the scenery on both sides of the road through here, for a Wang Si who grew up in Dajiang Town, and had never seen the outside scenery, everything on the side of the road could make Wang Si excited all day, Wang Si's two braids began to sway left and right with her mood.

Wang Yi looked at Wang Si's happy appearance, smiled slightly, silently put away the paper on the table, and then sat outside the carriage, looking at the scenery, and Zhou Liyuan had already taken over the responsibility of driving the carriage from the coachman's hands.

"What's the matter, Wang Si's words are finished?"

Seeing Wang Yi walk out of the carriage, Zhou Liyuan, who was driving the carriage, tilted his head and glanced at Wang Yi who was leaning there looking at the sky.

Wang Yi nodded lightly and took out the words written by Wang Si from his arms, "I just started writing, so I can't be too strict." ”

Zhou Liyuan nodded in agreement, but was a little puzzled, "Why did you ask her to write her name first, shouldn't it be a hundred family names, or a three-character scripture?"

Wang Yi looked at the words in his hand and found that although Wang Si could write his name, the handwriting was really not flattering, and the word Wang Si written made Wang Yi a little spicy.

"If a person can't even write his own name when he reads, then he doesn't need to read anymore, he first learns how to write his name, and then he is qualified to learn the teachings of the sages. ”

Wang Yi covered some dazzling light, it was close to noon, and the sun was a little hot before it came out of summer.

"I've always been curious, Brother Zhou didn't make a move all the way, but I clearly felt that Brother Zhou's cultivation was not weak, why was he assigned to Dajiang Town to be a secret agent. ”

Zhou Liyuan listened to Wang Yi's words, his body was slightly stunned, and he looked at Chang'an City, which was close at hand, "Lord Wang can talk to Liyuan about the doubts in his heart today, which proves that Lord Wang really regards Zai Xia as a friend." ”

Zhou Liyuan patted his shirt and continued: "But I'm sorry, I can't say the reason yet, I believe it's for the good of Lord Wang." ”

Wang Yi looked at Zhou Liyuan meaningfully, Zhou Liyuan did not dodge, smiled slightly, and then turned his head to look at the road ahead.

Thirty miles away from Chang'an City, Wang Yi met an old monk, who was leading a donkey, dressed in a golden robe, walking near Wang Yi's carriage, and he didn't know where the donkey was bought, and he could walk side by side with the carriage.

The scorching sun, coupled with the noon, if it weren't for the shelter of the carriage and the support of the kettle, the thirty-mile journey would have been difficult for the dart board and Wang Yi.

The old monk is kind and kind-eyed, holding a Zen staff in one hand, sitting on the body of a donkey, is also crumbling, the old monk is also a mortal, although he has a good cultivation, but everything in the world still can't be avoided, he didn't bring the apprentice who likes to drink secretly on weekdays this trip, now he is a little nostalgic, if Zhishen is here, he will not have no water to drink now, he is really old and old, and his memory is not very good, and he forgot to wear the second pot of water.

The old monk sat on the donkey and was shaky, Wang Yi glanced at the old monk and raised the kettle in his hand high, "Master, do you want to have some water to relieve the heat." ”

Hearing Wang Yi's words in a daze, he subconsciously pursed his somewhat dry lips and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, thank you." ”

Wang Yi was not stingy, threw out the kettle in his hand, Jiechen reached out to take it, and poured the water in the kettle into his own kettle.

Wang Yi leaned on the carriage, saw the action of quitting dust, and hurriedly waved his hand: "The master can just drink, there is no need to do this." ”

After Jiechen arrived at the water, he threw the kettle to Wang Yi, and the satisfied look fell in Wang Yi's eyes, "The donor is merciful, so the poor monk can have water to drink, but he can't do too much." ”

Wang Yi sighed slightly, if only the world was full of people like the master, Wang Yi looked at the master's dress as if he had come from afar, and then said: "The master is going to enter Chang'an." ”

Jiechen nodded slightly, "Someone wants to reason with the poor monk, but the poor monk also has a stomach of truth to talk about, and it should be impossible for anyone to convince anyone, but the poor monk still wants to try, so the poor monk came." ”

Although Wang Yi didn't know what Jiechen was talking about, he decided that the master was going to Chang'an City, so he thought about letting Jiechen enter the carriage, at least the thirty miles would not be exposed to the scorching sun.

"Master, please sit in the carriage, there is a large space inside. ”

Jiechen shook his head, declined Wang Yi's kindness, and pointed to the donkey under him, "The donor's kindness, the poor monk understands it, but I can't bear to leave my old friend under the sun." ”

Wang Yi laughed, he never thought that the master was such an interesting person, and then he didn't force it anymore.

"I haven't consulted the master yet. ”

Jiechen smiled and said: "Poor monk Little Buddha Temple, quit dust." ”

Wang Yi sat up straight on the carriage and saluted respectfully, "It turned out to be a master of dust abstinence, disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

Zhou Liyuan on the side was even more shocked, this kind old monk in front of him would be the dust master of the Little Buddha Temple, one of the ten people in the world?

Unlike others, Wang Yi can see through the number of people's qi, and there is a rich golden light on the top of the old monk's head, which seems to be a high-ranking monk, not to mention that the momentum and demeanor of these ten heavenly masters cannot be imitated.

Jiechen hung the Zen staff on the donkey's body, and said straight to the point: "The donor's cultivation is not bad, and the real life at this age is only comparable to Li Taibai or Wang Mingyang, who went to practice the Tai Chi he created. ”

Wang Yi scratched his head when he heard the words of Jiechen, it turned out that the monks in the world not only could say Amitabha, but also praised people.

"The master has won the prize. ”

Jiechen didn't think so, and continued: "It's one thing that the donor's roots are good, but the cultivation is a little late, but it doesn't matter, the cultivation of this body, and Li Chunfeng's exercises back then, are enough to support the donor to reach Xingjun." ”

Wang Yi, who was told the secret status by Jiechen, although his heart was extremely shocked, his face was still very calm, "The master can see it thoroughly." ”

Jiechen sighed slightly, "Although the donor's cultivation is not bad, but the cultivation pays attention to a cycle of gradual, the donor's cultivation is too fast, although I don't know what happened, but the cultivation is too fast and some things are added together, which has caused the donor's state of mind to be a little unstable now, which is very dangerous." ”

"Cultivation is intolerable to heaven and earth, and now the donor's state of mind is unstable, which will lead to a fall in the realm, or a major disobedience, and the meridians will be abolished, and there may be worries about life. ”

Zhou Liyuan, who was driving the carriage on the side, was even more frightened by Jiechen's words, he walked with Lord Wang for so many days and did not find Lord Wang's problem, such as Jiechen, Lord Wang's problem is now and very big.

Wang Yi smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "What the master said is good, but now Wang Yi no longer makes up for it." ”

Jiechen didn't answer Wang Yi's question, he had just talked for a long time, and he felt a little thirsty, so he drank some more water from the kettle.

"The donor's cultivation is quite Taoist, because Li Chunfeng himself is a Taoist lineage, which is not surprising, the donor's Confucian spirit, although a little dim, but if you look closely, you can still see it, but I am missing a Buddhist lineage. ”

"The donor may wish to try to contact my Buddhist lineage, and when the time comes, not only the state of mind can make up for it, but also step into the saint in one step, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. ”

Wang Yi is not a little high-natured, "What the master said is not easy to say, I have little contact with the Buddhist lineage." ”

Jiechen lowered his eyebrows and said: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, Buddhism pays attention to a fate, and you can't be in a hurry." ”

Zhou Liyuan remembered something and hurriedly wanted to remind him, but he was stopped by Wang Yi's eyes.

The abbot of Jingxin Temple obviously gave Wang Yi the opportunity of the Buddhist family, but Wang Yi did not accept it, but handed it over to Wang Si in the carriage, which was equivalent to turning the saint away.

How could Wang Yi not know Zhou Liyuan's thoughts, Wang Yi didn't say anything, he never regretted his original choice, at least not now.

Wang Yi raised the kettle in his hand, smiled at the master of dust cessation, and then drank the water in the kettle.