Zhou Zhengqing looked at the young monk who stopped him the year before last. Could it be that it is really so dangerous outside, that he has just left his hometown, and that Da Ming's spy report is very poor? Zhou Zhengqing couldn't sense the killing intent of the young monk in front of him, after all, he was tortured by Jin Yi day and night, and Zhou Zhengqing still had this confidence, but he had to be careful.

The monk didn't approach or practice the Buddha salute, but just spoke: "Zhou Zhengqing's donor?"

The monk looked at the young man opposite and nodded, but did not get close and spoke again: "The gentleman is cautious and has no worries."

Zhou Zhengqing approached at this time. The monk invited Zhou Zhengqing to sit down and eat noodles. Zhou Zhengqing looked at the monk in his twenties, a bamboo box, holding a knife, very strange dress, the weapon used by the monk is generally a sword and a Zen staff, and the cultivation is also a treasure pestle and a seal. Whether the other party is the handwriting given by the national teacher or the plan of Brother Xiaojiu, you can more or less rest assured to make friends.

"The poor monk is born in the realm, the common family name is Zhen, and the name is Zhen Cheng. He became a monk at Jinglu Temple. ”

The monk stopped talking, pointed to the Yangchun noodles on the table, motioned for Zhou Zhengqing to eat noodles, and then sat down and ate another bowl of noodles. Zhou Zhengqing knew that this was the monk of this realm who was answering his questions: "So Brother Xiaojiu asked you to come to me?"

The monk just ate the noodles and stopped answering. Zhou Zhengqing had to bow his head to eat noodles, the weather in early spring was still a little cold, and Zhou Zhengqing had already missed the beginning of spring when he was in a hurry. Eating a bowl of hot noodles is already very good for Zhou Zhengqing, but the monk in front of him is a little confusing to Zhou Zhengqing. Since he has something to do with his little brother or the national teacher, then he can put his mind at ease first.

After eating noodles, I found a small shop to stay, is it away from home, there is not much money in my pocket, except for the business capital left by Sister Jin Yi in the tavern, in fact, the teenager has little left, so it is better to save a little. It's just a little uncomfortable, not because the store is too small, but because the monk behind him, who is young, how can he be a fart!

He bought some dried meat and dry food with the shopkeeper and packed the monk behind him, and he went to the thatched house to follow the monk, and when he slept by himself, the monk should also follow. Could it be that the monk invited himself to eat a bowl of noodles just to rub a place to sleep?

The next day, in a small road outside the West City Gate of Jiangtan County. Zhou Zhengqing, who was carrying a burden, walked in front, and a monk with a sword walked behind with a bamboo box.

Zhou Zhengqing was helpless, what did this saber monk do when he came to find him? Didn't he not ask last night, the monk didn't say anything, just shook his head, Monk Zhen Cheng was really not very sincere! The monk bought dry food with him in the small shop where he was resting last night, but at that time, the monk with the saber also took out a big wine gourd from the bamboo box and filled it with wine. It's not a good sake, it's cheap shochu. The monks are very pure, but they are not very sincere, and the wine is also very pure, but they are not very good. Why did Zhou Zhengqing say that the wine was not good? Because when this pure monk took out pure wine and handed it to Zhou Zhengqing before going to bed, Zhou Zhengqing naturally wanted to taste it, and when he was in his hometown in Yi'an Town, he didn't want to drink, so when he left his hometown, he brought wine, but he only gave Mr. Han some to drink and left it for the veterans of the post station. Today, this young man, who has always been able to make wine, can finally taste the taste of wine. However, the smell was really a little choking, which made Zhou Zhengqing's snot and tears come out together. Zhou Zhengqing believes that in the final analysis, it is still not good for wine. The sake you brew is definitely much better than this earth-baked wine.

In this way, Zhou Zhengqing walked ahead, the monk followed, sometimes stopped to rest, the monk did not talk much, as long as Zhou Zhengqing spoke, the monk raised the wine gourd, Zhou Zhengqing pinched his nose and took a sip. Every time he waited for a sip of wine to pass, he would ask a question, wanting the monk to say something unprepared. The two hurried together, but the monk directly regarded himself as a mute, as if to say: "Don't ask me why, just drink." "Something is wrong with Zhou Zhengqing.

One day, three days, five days. It was still a drunken teenager who didn't say a word, just followed the drunken teenager who walked a little staggered in front of him. During the day, when they were hungry, they ate some dry food, and at night they made a fire, and the two took turns keeping vigil. When encountering the river, Zhou Zhengqing took out a dagger, chiseled through the thin ice surface that was somewhat civilized in the spring, and then filled the kettle of two people. There is not much dry food left, but there is no shortage of wine in the monk's gourd, Zhou Zhengqing sometimes sighs that the gourd is too big, and the wine cannot be drunk for a few days.

The two of them walked on small roads and mountain roads, and they didn't rush on the official road, so they covered up some of their whereabouts for themselves, so it's always right to be careful. During the night, the two found a cave and lit a fire, and there was no foul smell of rancid smell in the cave, and there were no dry bones of wild beasts, so they cleaned it up and planned to spend the night in the cave. There were a few wolf howls outside, which made the two of them excited.

Zhou Zhengqing didn't dare to be careless, adjusted his state, every night Zhou Zhengqing would lift the bracelet's confinement on the body, and the night always made people feel dangerous. If it was just a few wolves, Zhou Zhengqing thought he could handle it, but who knows, in case it was a pack of wolves, Zhou Zhengqing was confident that he would still be safe and sound, but he couldn't take care of this monk, although this monk would only hand him wine, he would still be a good monk in the end. The wolf's howl came again, this time in a terrible scream, as if it had been preyed upon by an even more ferocious beast. Although winter has passed, the beasts are still hungry without ice and snow. The screams continued, the sound became less and less, and the voices became quieter and quieter. The two of them were vigilant, the sound was really not far away, and there was no way to sleep peacefully. Zhou Zhengqing suddenly looked into the darkness outside the entrance of the cave. A wolf with the smell of blood limped past the hole, then put down something in his mouth, opened his bloody mouth and howled. Then he picked up what he had just placed on the ground again, and limped and ran with all his might. Before the two of them could recover their senses, a tiger as tall as an adult man appeared at the entrance of the cave, staring at the two people in the cave with green eyes.

The evil tiger preys, and the wolf is not at ease, and it is not strange that people say that the wolf has a heart and a dog's lungs.

didn't have time to think about it, Zhou Zhengqing bowed up and slowly pulled out the dagger from his waist, moving it in the direction of the tiger, little by little. Near the edge of the cave, Zhou Zhengqing jumped up, wanting to jump behind the tiger, the tiger is a tiger after all, and the ferocity and instinct of the beast drove it to jump up as well, to bite off Zhou Zhengqing's neck. Zhou Zhengqing changed the dagger to a reverse grip in mid-air, and smashed it down into the tiger's eyes.

The dagger pierced in. The tiger was blind in one eye and rolled out of the hole. The monk in the cave held the knife with both hands, the scabbard was still on the knife, and the monk did not panic, but quietly confronted the tiger, the tiger's only intact eye, green, staring at the monk. The tiger is lying in front of the cave, with Zhou Zhengqing on one side and a monk on the other. The ferocity of the tiger was stimulated again, turned his head to Zhou Zhengqing, stood up, and pounced on Zhou Zhengqing. At this time, Zhou Zhengqing's dagger had been inserted into the tiger's eyes, Zhou Zhengqing rolled to the right, and the tiger pounced again, obviously to bite off Zhou Zhengqing's neck first.

Zhou Zhengqing was very excited when he didn't come, regardless of it, he raised his fist and rushed towards the tiger, his left arm was across his chest, he wanted to level his flesh and blood, blocking the tiger's claws and fangs, and the tiger didn't bite Zhou Zhengqing's arm, because Zhou Zhengqing fell down on his back. The arm was just over the tiger's chin, and then he clenched his right fist, rolled over, and hit the tiger in the neck. The tiger was beaten and rolled out, and just got up, Zhou Zhengqing's fist arrived again, and this punch hit the tiger's front leg directly. The tiger's front legs instantly deflated a large piece. Reluctantly stood up, Zhou Zhengqing did not give up, and the tiger reacted quickly, desperately rushing towards Zhou Zhengqing with a limp, Zhou Zhengqing could dodge the tiger's claws, but he was hit by the tiger's tail. Like a steel whip, it should have hurt the bones.

Zhou Zhengqing got up. After a few short fights, he knew that this tiger had become a little refined, if it was an ordinary tiger, it was not for nothing that it had grown so big, but the body was so hard that it could hurt himself who had stepped into the inspiration realm to cultivate, he must have lived for an unknown amount of time, and he had lived for a long time, and he naturally had some miracles. The tiger pounced again, Zhou Zhengqing ignored the pain, grabbed the tiger's upper jaw with one hand, grabbed the tiger's lower jaw with the other, the tiger's claws slapped Zhou Zhengqing's stomach, Zhou Zhengqing let go of the tiger's jaws, hugged the tiger's neck, turned over and rode on the tiger's back, desperately punched his fist, and then punched, mobilizing all the aura of the body to concentrate on the fist.

The tiger was in pain, turned over and rolled, Zhou Zhengqing was thrown out of the tiger's back, lying on the ground motionless, the tiger got up and walked towards Zhou Zhengqing, Zhou Zhengqing struggled to get up, but he had no strength at all, the monk in the cave saw all this, still holding a knife in both hands, and ran quickly to Zhou Zhengqing, confronting the tiger, and the tiger circled around the two. In Zhou Zhengqing's eyes, the monk's courage is commendable, but this posture is really full of loopholes and cannot be complimented, although Zhou Zhengqing has not practiced the knife technique, but he has also seen a lot of knife techniques collected by the Ming Dynasty, there are immortal knife techniques and secular and simple knife techniques, but the monk is really not good.

Zhou Zhengqing still got up with all his strength, he couldn't let this powerless monk protect him in front of him. Zhou Zhengqing's eyes became red, it turned out to be a strong body, Zhou Zhengqing broke through the realm, the aura around him was emptied, Zhou Zhengqing's broken bones were slowly healed, Zhou Zhengqing was like a demon, grabbed the monk's waist, threw the monk back into the cave, and then it was like losing his humanity, fighting with the tiger in the way of a beast, swinging his fist in no way, and even biting the tiger's neck. Another punch, hit the tiger's front leg, still the front leg that was injured by Zhou Zhengqing, but not the part that had just been beaten down, but a little down, another punch, still that leg, this punch hit the joint, the tiger's front leg seemed to be directly wasted, Zhou Zhengqing was tired, a punch hit the tiger's face, the tiger flew out a few steps away, Zhou Zhengqing caught up, it was another punch on the tiger's other front leg, and then another bite, directly bitten on the tiger's joint, the joint was broken, the tiger could not get up on its back facing the sky, Zhou Zhengqing continued to swing his fist, the tiger's body was full of blood, there were his own and Zhou Zhengqing's, the tiger's claws were sharpIf it weren't for Zhou Zhengqing's body in a breakthrough state, the operation of the aura intensified, and the weather of the second realm of body cultivation appeared, Zhou Zhengqing died of excessive blood loss in the morning.

The anger has been added, Zhou Zhengqing had to vent out, the tiger didn't know when it was dead, because Zhou Zhengqing's punch directly smashed the dagger that was left on the tiger's eyes before, and the handle did not enter the tiger's head. But Zhou Zhengqing was still swinging his fist, his reason had been submerged, and he let out a beast-like howl, far more poignant and more fierce than the howl of the wild wolf just now. The monk struggled to get up, walked out of the cave, looked at Zhou Zhengqing blankly, was stunned for a long time, and sat down cross-legged again, reciting the Buddhist mantra of purifying the heart. The monk is clearly reciting the scriptures silently, but there is a wonderful atmosphere, the words of the incantation are condensed out of thin air, surrounding Zhou Zhengqing's body, Zhou Zhengqing's howl gradually turned into a low roar, and the strength of his fist is getting smaller and smaller, and after a while, the quiet night returns to silence, and the monk seems to be unconscious, until the monk is next to him, a white wolf rubs his head against the monk's sleeve robe, the monk opens his eyes, looks at the white wolf, and quickly gets up, walks to the tiger corpse and picks up Zhou Zhengqing horizontally, and walks back to the cave.

took off the warm monk's robe on his body, covered Zhou Zhengqing's body, added firewood to the fire in the cave, and put the white wolf into the hole. The monk didn't say a word, he walked out of the cave wearing the thin clothes inside, squatted next to the tiger's head, reached out to grab the dagger in the tiger's head, the dagger was very strong, the monk trembled and forced, and finally pulled out the dagger. Then he took the dagger and, with great effort, cut off a large piece of meat from the tiger's leg. The monk had never done such a bloody thing before, and now he was in the snow, took the tiger leg meat, took it to the cave, and then took out a small iron pot from the bamboo box, endured the severe cold, set up the iron pot with a few dry firewood, and then went outside the cave, held the snow with his sleeves, and put it in the pot. When the water boils, the monk peels off the tiger skin from the tiger leg meat, cuts the meat into small pieces, puts the tiger meat in a pot, takes out the salt and condiments from the bamboo box, and puts it in the pot as well.

When the meat was cooked, the monk picked up a large piece of meat in the pot with a dagger wiped clean with snow, threw it to the little wolf, and then took out a small bowl in the bamboo box to fill the soup from the pot and set it aside. When the soup was cooler, he picked up Zhou Zhengqing's head and fed Zhou Zhengqing soup. The sky slowly brightened, and Zhou Zhengqing finally gradually sobered up, obviously exhausted, but also regained some strength.

Zhou Zhengqing looked at the monk who was trembling by the fire and was only wearing a single robe, and slowly spoke: "Monk."

The tired monk woke up, couldn't help but shiver, and still took out the wine gourd from the bamboo box with difficulty and handed it to Zhou Zhengqing. Zhou Zhengqing was fed a lot of tiger broth by the monk at night, and there was no obstacle to walking on the ground at this time. Pick up the monk's robe and return it to the monk. Then he took the wine gourd handed by the monk. Laughing loudly, coughing with laughter, and tears of laughter came out: "Monk Zhen Cheng, you are really fucking successful, what a sincere monk."

The monk smiled reluctantly. The sun comes out and the cold of the night passes. Zhou Zhengqing took the dagger and peeled off a large piece of tiger skin from the tiger outside the cave, and cut off several large pieces of tiger meat. It seems that there is no way to continue on the road today, so I can only rest for a day. The monk slept and slept all morning. In the afternoon, Zhou Zhengqing gave all the dry food to the monk. The monk didn't eat meat, so he had to eat it by himself. Zhou Zhengqing instigated the monk: "The tiger is going to eat you, what's wrong with you eating a piece of its meat?"

Unexpectedly, the monk said: "Then taste it!" and then Zhou Zhengqing watched the monk eat meat in a daze. The monk also said while eating: "If you can't live anymore, you won't be able to recite the scriptures!" The monk ate very fragrantly, very fragrantly, because the monk ate it last night. "Why do you chant Buddha?" Zhou Zhengqing then asked the young monk. The young monk lifted the big wine gourd again. Zhou Zhengqing rolled his eyes.

There were already a lot of holes in the clothes, and there was no way, Zhou Zhengqing could only cut off a large piece of tiger skin, a shawl, and a simple tiger skin skirt. It's ugly, but it's not always necessary to wear clothes!

A snow-white little wolf ran outside the cave, and before Zhou Zhengqing could speak, the monk threw a piece of roasted tiger meat to the little white wolf. The little white wolf didn't eat meat, but just opened his mouth to hang the monk's robe, obviously asking the monk to go with it. The little wolf is very spiritual, and its fur is even whiter. The two got up to follow, trying to see where the little wolf was going to take them.

The monk didn't see it last night, but Zhou Zhengqing saw it clearly, it was a wolf that led the tiger to the cave where the two were located, and Zhou Zhengqing guessed that the wolf was mostly a she-wolf. As it turned out, it was true.

The little wolf took the two to a snowy place, and the she-wolf, who had been gray all along, was covered in blood, and her body was obviously stiff. The wolf whimpered and howled, his voice clearly sad, no different from that of a child who had lost his mother. Seeing the appearance of the little wolf, the monk put down the knife in his hand and borrowed Zhou Zhengqing's dagger to dig a pit, obviously to bury the she-wolf, and the snow-white little wolf was also helping the monk together. Zhou Zhengqing didn't want to leave alone, so he had to help, even if he was a little resentful of the she-wolf, it didn't affect Zhou Zhengqing's emotion.

At the beginning, Zhou Zhengqing himself was just like this white wolf, weak and helpless. Later, he met Brother Xiao Jiu'er, Sister Jin Yi, and Mrs. Zhao. This little wolf, I'm afraid it's only myself and this monk!

Two wolves buried the she-wolf. Zhou Zhengqing looked at the she-wolf's tomb: "What the hell is the truth, you lure the tiger over to harm us, and we have to take care of your wolf cubs." Then he and the monk left with the little wolf.

A few days later, a scholar carrying a burden, a monk hanging a long knife from his waist, a white wolf, this very special team, relying on tiger skins, roasted dried tiger meat and dry food, finally found a place to stay, marked on the map, this is called Taoyuan Village.