The reason why a lifelong monk was able to know that he was approaching Cloud Lake was because it was something that could be felt even if he didn't need mana, and the air became moist.

"Is there really a lake made of clouds in the world?" Xia Yubing asked, this was a very normal reaction after hearing about this, and it was also a very good question, the question was so good that Tang Qian could only laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" Just like everyone, it is natural to be unhappy to be laughed at, and Xia Yubing has to ask if she is unhappy, at least Tang Qian should give her a reason.

"Have you seen Luohe?" Tang Qian didn't answer, but asked a question.

"Naturally. Xia Yubing must have felt that this question was even funnier than the one she had just asked, because she was from Los Angeles.

"Since you have seen the Luo River, which is full of water, why is there no cloud river in the world that is full of clouds? Since there is a cloud river with all clouds, can the tributaries of the Yun River converge into a lake, called the cloud lake?"

Xia Yubing didn't speak, because Tang Qian actually said it very reasonably-but.

"How can anyone in the world still think that the river is not water but something else!" Xia Yubing said without hesitation, she now feels more and more that Tang Qian is not a god, but like a gangster who is usually very common in Los Angeles, and the gangsters in Los Angeles are very cultured, after all, Los Angeles is a place where poetry and songs flourish, and it is not uncommon for gag gangsters to have some more clever statements.

Every time he thought of Tang Qian and the gangsters being equalized, Xia Yubing couldn't help but want to laugh a little.

She had to hold back, because it was easy for Tang Qian and the lifelong monk to know what she was thinking when she laughed, although she still didn't believe that Tang Qian could know the specific content she thought, for example, Tang Qian could say that she was thinking about some bad ideas now, but she couldn't think of specifics - Tang Qian himself said that he might be like an immortal in Xia Yubing's eyes, but there are really immortals in the world, at least Tang Qian believes so.

"This broken pot, the direction it points to is actually the direction of Yunhu, I thought of a legend in Yunzhou, and then I wanted to go to Yunhu on the way. Tang Qian will rub some copper kettle every day, the aura in the copper kettle spits, and the direction of pointing has always been the direction of the old donkey, every day the donkey likes to watch Tang Qian compete with this copper kettle, because no matter how Tang Qian fiddles, this copper kettle will not change, but the donkey will shake his head when he sees the direction of the aura spit, and then Tang Qian hangs the car on it, and the donkey walks briskly.

"What legend?" Xia Yubing sometimes knew that Tang Qian wanted to ask himself, but he still couldn't help it, it was like telling a story in Los Angeles, Xia Yubing watched it from a distance, and always found a few children sitting at the front, and then when the old storyteller said, pause, drink tea, and fan the wind, the child would ask: "What happened?" This kid wasn't invited by the storyteller to say this sentence, but he said all the thoughts of listening to the story later, and inadvertently aroused people's desire to continue listening.

Even some old men, telling stories, if no one said such a sentence as "What happened?" he would not be comfortable talking.

Sure enough, hearing Xia Yubing's question, Tang Qian sat up straight in front of the donkey cart, and then said seriously: "It is rumored that the 'clouds' flowing in the cloud river are the same thing as the clouds in the sky, so since this flows, it is no different from the river water in the Luo River and the Huaiyin River, so it is also called the water of the Yun River, since there can be water and clouds in the river, water can irrigate everything, and the clouds can also." Tang Qian shook his head, talking about these stories, he seemed to be a different person, and sometimes sighed as a monk all his life, Tang Qian should not run around, he should go to Los Angeles, find a bridge and hole in the Luohe River, and then tell the story with peace of mind.

"So using clouds to irrigate rice, this is the first thing that people tried, they tried to draw 'water' from the Yun River, and then water the farmland, but it was difficult for them to lift even a little cloud from the Yun River, even if the Yun River flows endlessly every day, it looks like water, but it is as important as a thousand pounds, and later someone who has attained the Tao has seen it——"

"If you are a master of the Tao again, won't there be someone else in this kind of story?" Xia Yubing couldn't help but complain.

"That's what kind of monk is a successful monk. Tang Qian sighed: "That's not the point at all. ”

"But every time the story is a master. Xia Yubing hugged his arms.

"Then when this monk saw it, he said," Tang Qian decided to ignore Xia Yubing: "The water of this cloud river is a cloud in the sky, and there is rain and snow in the clouds, as well as thunder and lightning, how can a wooden barrel hold it?" Tang Qian said this in a strange tone, as if he was singing.

What Xia Yubing thought in his heart was that this person definitely didn't speak like this at that time.

Then the monk rolled up his sleeves, lay on the bank, and reached into the Yunhe, he didn't care about the dazzling white robe he was wearing, he just wanted to use his hands to hold up some of the Yunhe water, but the Yunhe water in one hand was too heavy, so heavy that he couldn't even do the action from lying on his stomach to standing up, so he could only hand it sideways, pour out half of it, and then only take half of the Yunhe water, and then barely pick it up. ”

When Tang Qian said this, he really wanted to find something, and said, "Sit tighter." ”

"What-" Before Xia Yubing could ask, the donkey cart actually began to climb, obviously the ground was flat, but in Xia Yubing's eyes, the ground seemed to be a high mountain, and it was a vertical cliff, and the donkey cart was able to move forward on it very smoothly.

"This monk doesn't usually like to do anything else. Reminded him, Tang Qian actually began to tell the story again, the monk of his life was also smiling, and the Buddha sang, this is not some transcendence or scripture, nor is it any enemy, but just a sigh and praise from the heart of the monk of life.

"I only like to play with some herbal seeds, and they are not even used for medicine, but I like to wear them as beads and coil them around my wrists, so that I can avoid poisonous insects and resist some plagues - even monks are afraid of things that ordinary people are afraid of, do you say interesting?" Tang Qian asked with a sigh.

"I want to know what's going on?" Xia Yubing felt very scared, the donkey cart was already walking vertically on the road, the world seemed to be straightened up, Xia Yubing was also hanging on the donkey cart as if she had fallen into the abyss, she grabbed the wooden board with her arms, and Tang Qian was still telling the story, although Xia Yubing was able to sit in the car, but it was because there was a gripper next to the donkey cart, she wondered why the monk of her life could still sit on the seat, didn't he have no mana?

And Zhou Sheng was also lying in the car peacefully, why did he seem to have fallen into the abyss?

"The mountain is high and the road is far away, this is just walking the high mountain. Tang Qian stretched out a hand, grabbed Xia Yubing's hand, and grabbed her, although she was still hanging in the air, her heart was a little more stable.