Yellow sand, the sky is full of yellow sand

The old man carried the prescription in his arms, rode a lazy donkey, left on the yellow sand step by step, and walked northward leisurely.

He walked on his own, not noticing that behind him, several Nanjiang cavalry caught up.

Looking at the direction, the donkey in the old man turned his head and headed northwest, and in the northwest direction, a boundary monument was clearly marked, and on the other side, was the territory of the Great Moon Khanate.

The reason why he was able to bypass the Great Ginger Mountain was because he was coming back and forth from the territory of the Great Yue Clan's Khanate.

This place only nominally belongs to the Great Moon Khanate, but in fact, it is not the territory of the Great Moon Khanate, because this is a desert and there is no grass.

This place is called Ghost Desert.

"Damn, this old fellow can't have discovered us and deliberately entertained us, right?" said one of the horsemen, who raised his whip viciously and smashed the horse's buttocks.

"Don't mess around, this is the task given to us by Xiao Xianxian. The squad leader said.

"Captain, those Han people, but they are all three-headed, tell me, why don't they send their own people to follow this old man? They deliberately give them the hardest and most tiring work. The cavalry retorted.

"Xiao Xianfeng obviously looks up to us, plus several of our hometowns are under Dajiang Mountain, and they are familiar with the road conditions, so they gave us the task. If you talk nonsense again and disturb the morale of the army, I will cut off your head now and dismount to rest. The squad leader said, pulling out the Mongolian scimitar.

The cavalryman shuddered, dismounted honestly, and closed his mouth, not daring to speak any more.

However, he clearly tightened the mace in his hand.

"Brothers, you can see it, our squad leader is no longer the squad leader he used to be. He is now a dog of the Han man Xiao Eighteen. The cavalry said viciously.

"Why do you say that about our captain. Another horseman looked at him.

"You haven't seen it clearly just now, I just proposed to take down that bad old man, he is the imperial doctor, take him and hand him over to Shan Wan Gongzi, then it is a great achievement. But what did our team leader do to me? He was holding a knife and wanted to cut off my head, and he regarded us as the capital for him to wag his tail at Xiao Eighteen, and he didn't treat us as his own. The cavalry shook his head.

"Hmph, then don't blame us for being ruthless. The cavalryman's face changed just now, and he felt the Mongolian scimitar at his waist.

They surrounded the squad leader and sacrificed their weapons. The cavalryman, who was pointed at by the squad leader with a knife, picked up his mace and smashed it into the squad leader's chest.

The team leader, who was taking a nap, suddenly felt a sudden pain in his heart, and the old blood spurted out, and he was no longer conscious.

"Brothers, follow me to capture that bad old man alive and present it to Shan Wangongzi to receive the reward. The cavalryman pinned the captain's Mongolian scimitar to his waist, turned on his horse, whistled, and galloped to the lazy donkey of the old man.

"Huhu~" the cavalry shouted, and they all followed him.

The old man was napping on the lazy donkey, and suddenly, the lazy donkey snorted and became restless.

The lazy donkey suddenly wasn't lazy, it was frightened.

The lazy donkey suddenly flipped the old man to the ground.

Lao Langzhong rolled in the yellow sand several times before he was woken up by a mouthful of yellow sand.

As soon as he woke up, the old man with his head sideways saw countless horses' hooves moving towards him.

The old man said that it was not good, so he hurriedly got up, and the donkey couldn't take care of it, so he ran towards the ghost desert.

His feet are not slow, but after all, with two legs, how can he outrun a war horse with four hooves?

In the blink of an eye, Nanjiang's cavalry caught up with him.

"Where are you running?" the cavalry possessed, grabbed the old man, lifted it and put it on the horse's back.

"Huhu ~ Anda is heroic, the position of this captain is probably none other than you. The other cavalry shouted.

"Hahaha, I, Anda, will definitely treat you well. The cavalryman also raised his head proudly, and opened his mouth to be amusement.

Suddenly, the cavalryman ate a mouthful of yellow sand, and he grinned in pain.

There are not many yellow sands, only two or three grains.

In other words, someone used yellow sand as a hidden weapon and hit him in the mouth.

"Who, are you looking for death?" the cavalry pulled out his Mongolian scimitar in surprise and looked around.

Finally, in the west, a monk wearing a plain monk's robe was found.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. The monk folded his hands and bowed to the cavalry.

"Damn, where did the dead monk come from. The horseman's face gradually showed a hideous look, and his expression was like that of a donkey that had not yet recovered.

On the side, another cavalryman quickly stopped him.

"Anda, this master is Master Zhihuan, we can't collide. ”

"Master Zhihuan!!" The cavalry immediately retracted the hideousness on his face and dismounted to return the salute to Zhihuan.

After all, the influence of Master Zhihuan's reputation in the Northern Regions is very great.

"Master Zhihuan, we arrested him in order to save more people from disaster, I hope you can understand. "Cavalry Road.

"The poor monk saw that his donkey was tied to a medicine box, he was a doctor, a great benevolent man who hung a pot to help the world, healed the sick and saved people, do you want to hinder the good deeds of this great good man? Have you forgotten your words in your previous life?" asked Zhihuan.

The cavalryman did not speak, because he had no reason to refute.

At this time, between Zhihuan's palms, a handful of golden light shone towards the cavalry, shrouding his body, and his eyes seemed to be crystal clear.

At that moment when the golden light shrouded him, he seemed to have realized something.

He remembered what he had just done, he had personally killed Anda, who had been taking good care of him, and he was going to kill a doctor who was still unarmed and hanging a pot.

The moment the golden light shrouded him, he repented.

"This time, my thin cultivation has been damaged, and I hope to join the Qing cultivator in the next life, and I also ask Master Zhihuan to help me. His expression was calm and moving.

He suddenly picked up the Mongolian scimitar, gouged out his heart, and when he landed, he fell to the ground and did not move.

"Poor monks will naturally exceed, Amitabha. Zhihuan was meditating at the moment and reciting the Jizo Sutra for the cavalry.

Zhihuan chanted three times in succession before getting up.

More than a dozen cavalrymen looked at Zhihuan and saluted Zhihuan in unison, and then drove away on their horses.

Zhihuan also ignored them, went to lead the donkey, gently stroked the donkey's ears, and the donkey became docile.

He led the donkey and walked into the old man's house.

"Thank you, Master, for saving me. The old man folded his hands and bowed sincerely.

"Amitabha, the great good man is frightened. Zhihuan handed the reins to Lao Langzhong.

"It doesn't matter, I've been practicing medicine for more than 20 years, and I've long looked down on life and death, but I still have patients waiting for me to treat, so I want to thank Master Xie. ”

"Good, good. Zhihuan hurriedly folded his hands and returned the salute to Lao Langzhong.

"Master Zhihuan, the old man has something to ask for. Lao Langzhong still opened his mouth.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Zhihuan said.

"You are a high monk, you will definitely recite the scriptures of the conjuring spirits, my master said that my patient couldn't wake up because he lost three souls, so"

"The poor monk went with the great good man. Zhihuan nodded before Lao Langzhong finished speaking.