Chapter Ninety-Five: A Small Town in the Desert

Travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books.

Zhang Sanyi can be regarded as having done the first half, as for the 10,000 books in the back, forget it, he wants to sleep when he sees the books.

The yellow sand in the sky, a straight asphalt road with no end in sight, the sun scorching the earth, and a few dwarf trees on the side of the road, drooping branches and leaves, looked half-dead.

One big and one small, two figures walked slowly on the road.

"Tired?"

Seeing the little monk Huaisheng yawning beside him, Zhang Sanyi asked softly.

"Uh...... Didn't ......."

The little monk rubbed his eyes and replied in a somewhat cramped childish voice.

"Well, just say it when you're tired"

knew that the little monk was tired, but since the little monk said nothing, Zhang Sanyi could only smile and continue to walk forward.

The farther east I went, the more different I was from Zhang Sanyi's memory.

In my memory, shouldn't the further east you go, the greener it gets, but now, the more you go, the more barren it becomes.

Obviously, there was a road, but he had never met a person or a car, as if, on this road, there were only two people, him and the little monk.

Compared with Zhang Sanyi, who just came out of a small county, he has lost weight and is dark, and he has been exposed to the wind and sun along the way, can he not be dark?

As for why he came all the way, Zhang Sanyi didn't know, perhaps, he just wanted to walk, he got used to it while walking, he walked slowly, thought slowly, and after walking more on the road, he figured out a lot of things.

Finally, the little monk still couldn't walk, so he snorted and wanted to say something, but after looking at Zhang Sanyi's back, he didn't say anything, and he lifted his back with difficulty, and the big schoolbag caught up quickly.

didn't look back, Zhang Sanyi also knew that the little monk should be extremely tired.

"Let's take a break"

It just so happened that there was a good tree on the side of the road, and the shade from the not too big canopy was just enough to cover two people, one big and one small, as well as the third brother and a dog.

The big schoolbag behind the little monk fell to the ground heavily, and he took out a delicate kettle and a book.

"Goo Dong Goo Dong"

The little monk poured a few mouthfuls of water and wiped his mouth. I put away the kettle again.

The book was bought by Zhang Sanyi, not a book of cultivation Qi in the cultivation APP, just a simple children's story book, the kind with illustrations.

"Third Uncle...... Look, you see, this person is so powerful......"

The little monk pointed to a picture in the book.

I don't know if there is a purple clay pot, it will be like an old man in the East, Zhang Sanyi also fell in love with taking out a small teapot at any time and taking a sip of tea that is not delicious.

Then, he turned his head to look at the little monk's book.

"Well, it's quite powerful, you must be better than him when you grow up"

In fact, Zhang Sanyi didn't see what was in the book at all, but just caught a glimpse of a person, dressed in white.

"Really?"

The little monk looked at Zhang Sanyi with hope in his eyes, and was reluctant to bear the story in the book, so he began to bury his head in reading again.

"Hmm"

Just a light sound, the little monk didn't care, in his heart, what the third uncle said was true, this was one of the few things he understood in so many days.

The little monk was fascinated by the story, Zhang Sanyi also wanted to rest more, anyway, looking at the map, there was a town not far ahead, and he would definitely be able to walk before dark, so he was not in a hurry.

Leaning against the tree, Zhang San blinked his eyes, then slowly closed his eyes, and a light snoring gradually rose.

I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly, the ground trembled and the dust flew.

Zhang Sanyi opened his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see anything, and the little monk also closed the book, stood up and looked around.

"It's supposed to be an earthquake, right?"

Zhang San said while patting the soil on his body.

"Alright, it's time to go"

The little monk immediately packed the storybook and the small kettle, and still had some difficulty carrying the schoolbag, Zhang Sanyi just watched, and had no intention of helping.

And look at Zhang Sanyi again, just holding the third brother who was sleeping in a daze in his arms.

No matter how you look at it, it feels like child abuse.

......

Walking is boring, only the sound of the wind blowing the yellow sand.

"Huaisheng, do you want to be stronger?"

Zhang Sanyi asked suddenly.

The little monk, who was carrying a big schoolbag and was already covered with beads of sweat on his forehead, was suddenly stunned, and his steps were a step slower.

"Want to ......"

The little monk's voice was small and somewhat reluctant.

The conversation ended here, Zhang Sanyi didn't know why he suddenly wanted to ask like this, and the little monk didn't know whether the "think" he answered was thinking or not.

All the way silently, finally in the sunset, I saw the outline of a small town, in the Yellow Mountain, it seemed lonely, it seems, it can disappear at any time.

Subconsciously, Zhang Sanyi quickened his pace, and the little monk chased hard.

Outside the town, there are low city walls, which seem to have been worn by the wind and sand for some years.

Walking into the town, it was similar to what Zhang Sanyi thought, a few people in the sparse Lala, the building is not high, and the highest is only a small building of three or four floors, like the city wall, it looks a little old, full of traces of time.

Not so much a town, but a village, not long after, Zhang Sanyi took the little monk Huaisheng all over the town, the town is really small, there is only one place to stay, not even a hotel.

"Accommodation, a thousand a day"

As soon as he pushed open the door and entered, Zhang Sanyi heard a weak voice.

"Boss, how valuable are you?"

"Love can't stop, please"

From beginning to end, the boss who was sleeping on the counter never opened his eyes.

The boss's attitude made Zhang Sanyi a little embarrassed, where can he live if he doesn't live here?

"Okay, one"

Handing over the money, the boss raised his head slightly, glanced at Zhang Sanyi, twisted the money in his hand again, opened the drawer, threw the money in, and casually took out a key.

"The room number is on the key, find it yourself"

After saying that, he began to sleep on his stomach again.

There are not many rooms, but what annoys Zhang Sanyi is that it is clear that the key says No. 103, he searched for a long time on the first floor, but he didn't find it, he just wanted to find the boss, and when he thought about the boss's attitude, Zhang Sanyi still held back, and finally, in a corner on the second floor, he found the room of 103.

The room was really small, cramped, with small windows, sheets, and a little dirty.

It was already nightfall, and Zhang Sanyi found a clean place to sit down. He took out the small teapot again and took a sip of tea.

As for the little monk, it doesn't matter if it's dirty or not, the story at noon hasn't been finished yet, and it has been haunting his heart, so,

I took out the storybook from my bag early, climbed on the bed, and continued to look at it with relish.

Looking out the window, Zhang Sanyi, who was a little distracted, suddenly heard a burst of sobbing.

When I turned my head, I saw the little monk with tears in his eyes, holding the book tightly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Sanyi was a little inexplicable.

Wiping his tears and sniffing again, the little monk choked up and said, "Death...... Dead ......", after saying that, tears came out again.

"Who's dead?"

"He ......"

The little monk pointed to the book.

didn't read anything in the book, Zhang Sanyi shook his head helplessly, crying and laughing, and he could cry when he looked at the story.

Helping the little monk gently wipe the tears on his face, Zhang Sanyi asked softly.

"Hungry?"

Zhang Sanyi himself is not hungry, this is the purple clay pot that the old monk gave him, the tea in it is more powerful than the food.

"Hmmm......"

The little monk still had red eyes and a crying nose.

The town at night seems to be much more lively than the sunset, the lights are bright, in this desert, there is a different flavor, Zhang Sanyi's mood seems to be better.

There are many places to eat in the town, but almost every shop is full, and from there comes the sound of rough fists and shouts. This made Zhang Sanyi frown involuntarily, he still hated being noisy.

I found a relatively quiet shop with few people, and it was a kebab shop.

"Boss, twenty lamb skewers......"

"Hey, little brother, I don't have lamb skewers here."

"What about this ......"

Zhang Sanyi pointed to the skewers on the adjacent table.

Before the boss could reply, suddenly, the mountains shook for a while, and in the small shop, the light bulb swayed.

"Haha, it's nothing, it's just an earthquake ......"

Seeing that the boss was not panicking, the diners around him were still eating by themselves, Zhang Sanyi had already left the butt of the stool and sat back down.

"Forget it, what's there, come less"

The owner of the shop is also a sincere person, and there are really few things on it, a stack of vegetarian dishes, and a big bowl of noodles.

Pushing the bowl to the little monk, Zhang Sanyi just took out the small teapot.

After snoring and eating noodles, the little monk burped and wiped his oily mouth.

"Little brother has eaten well, two hundred"

The boss smiled and bent over.

"How much?"

Zhang Sanyi still couldn't hold back, shouted out, and looked at the smiling boss with an incredible expression.

"Little brother, don't be too expensive, two hundred, not expensive"

After thinking about the room for a thousand a day, Zhang Sanyi still gritted his teeth and paid, tomorrow, he said that he would leave this place and stay for one more day, and he would be angry to death.

......

The whistling sound of the wind blowing the yellow sand made Zhang Sanyi unable to sleep, sat up, looked at the sleeping little monk next to him, and opened the door gently.

The town in the middle of the night, the silence is terrible, there is no sound, only the sound of the wind, fortunately, the moon is very big, and the town is not so lonely.

The night in the desert was still a little cold, Zhang Sanyi tightened his clothes, but, unconsciously, he walked out of the town.

Under the moonlight, the patches of yellow sand turned out to be beautiful, which made Zhang Sanyi a little fascinated.

"Moo-"

Suddenly, a vigorous cow bark came.

Turning his head slightly, Zhang Sanyi saw that a strong green bull walked out of the dark night slowly, and the horns of the bull looked particularly sharp in the moonlight.

Although the green ox walked very steadily, there was a hoof that was not so bright, and it turned out to be a lame cow.

When the green cow slowly approached, Zhang Sanyi saw that on the back of the green cow, there was a person lying on the back, with colorful hair, in the moonlight, particularly dazzling, and the shining clothes in the moonlight, which made Zhang Sanyi stunned, so that he briefly ignored that this cow appeared so weird.

Qingniu walked not far from Zhang Sanyi's side, took a breath, and walked slowly towards the town, as if he didn't see him.

In the room of the town, the moment the green cow stepped into the town, the third brother woke up from his sleep, a trace of blood flashed in his eyes, he looked, sniffed, and climbed down again.

And the little monk is dreaming.

"Master......"