At the beginning of summer, a few days passed.

There are still more than a month left before the start of the exam in Kyoto.

On a summer night, the remnant clouds are thousands of miles, and the sky is full of stars, like silver sand dotting the sky. The moon is like a bow, as if someone is hunting on the moon above the nine heavens...

The junction of the north and south regions of the Tang Dynasty, the cliff ditch.

Thirty miles to the north is the North Mountain, and sixty miles to the south is the South Ridge. The two mountain ranges stretch for thousands of miles, and neither of them borders. In the meantime, a flat barren grassland opened up by the great power of heaven and earth. Because it is close to the northern region, the temperature here is not as hot as that in the southern region, and it is even a little cold. In addition, there are wilderness on all sides, and there are no people, which makes it even more shady.

"Huhu~"

"Dada~"

The wind is miserable, the grass is low, and I see two white horses, pulling a cart to carry people, stepping on the grass slowly, and moving forward slowly. It's slow, it's really slow. In the past month or so, Xia Xun and a few people followed the three monks to walk half of the distance, and they all made people anxious for them. However, the three monks are not in a hurry, they still hold the compassion of Amitabha Buddha, and they have to join in the excitement wherever they go, so that people have nothing to do with them.

It was late at night, the sky was high and the wind was cold, it was not good to sleep, and it was easy to contract typhoid fever, so I had to land and walk slowly.

Xiahou and the fat monk were already lying on the back board and falling asleep. The old monk and Mo sat in front of and behind the car board. The little monk never seemed to know tiredness, and had never seen him rest, and now he sat in front of the carriage and looked at the road. And Xia Xun sat behind the little monk, holding a palm-sized piece of letterhead and thinking about something, and the small blue bird stood on his shoulder in a daze, motionless, dozing off.

In the past few days, Xia Xun has learned all the big and small things that have happened inside and outside Yueyang City through Peony's letter. Like Peony, his calculations of Xia Yuan and King Yueyang all stopped at that ulterior transaction, and his repeated deductions were unsolvable, or he didn't dare to solve them. Because, some kind of speculation about that transaction already made him feel fear. It's an unprecedented panic, like a drowning person who can't breathe air. And the source of this panic is not King Yueyang and Xia Yuan, nor those people standing behind King Yueyang, but the great plotter in the north, his grandfather...

His plan does not seem to be as simple as it seems.

"Go ahead. ”

"Bang Bang..."

Xia Xun thought about it, but in the end he couldn't resist the trust in his family, and subconsciously blocked the direction he was most reluctant to guess, turned his pen and ink into beautiful words, and then carefully folded the letterhead, tied it to the claws of the little blue bird with a red rope, and let it turn into a green mang. For Xia Xun, there are some things that may be more comfortable not knowing than knowing, at least he doesn't need to be like his grandfather, who keeps the whole world in his heart and weighs it all the time, which makes his scalp tingle just thinking about it.

The night is getting deeper.

The white horse moved slowly, and the car was very steady.

While there was still some time, Xia Xun took off his coat and covered his body, curled up, and lay down to sleep on the thick body panel.

Whisper...

The sound of horses' hooves trampling the grass is soft, and the evening breeze is slightly cold.

The two white horses are human, and when the last person in the car is gone, the slow steps become lighter and slower, and people can hardly feel the bumps.

The wilderness is empty, the night road is difficult, and the dull little monk is old and interesting. Knowing that picking a lantern would not illuminate a few feet around him, and knowing that the white horse pulling the cart could know the way by the moonlight in the sky, he still carried the lantern seriously and sat in front of the car, as if he was afraid of getting lost, and looked blankly at the depths of the wilderness.

Whisper...

Hundreds of miles of barren grass, bending down with the wind.

Slow hooves, walk, walk...

It was very slow, very slow, and it took about an hour for the two white horses to walk two miles away. And at this time, even the bow moon in the sky couldn't stand it, and a dark cloud covered his white face. Without the reflection of the moonlight, the desolate field was even darker and colder.

A small lantern is like a little spark in the dark abyss, extremely small and lonely, but it is extraordinarily eye-catching.

The horse continued to walk, the little monk watched, Xia Xun, Xia Hou, and the fat monk fell asleep, and Mo sat idle. The old monk suddenly opened his clear eyes. The little monk seemed to feel the movement of the old monk behind him, and turned back suspiciously. But before he could have any doubts, a voice sounded in the distance of the empty wilderness very suddenly...

"Fellow Daoists ahead, please stay. ”

“......”

The voice was rapid, and he shouted continuously, which was very abrupt.

Hell yes. This is a hundred miles of wasteland, no one is there fireworks within thousands of miles, in addition to the lonely ghosts and ghosts in the middle of the night, how can there be a person to shout "please stay"?

"Fellow Daoists ahead, please stay!"

Settle your mind and listen carefully.

This voice is light and not heavy, hoarse with some sharpness, but it is a little familiar. The little monk glanced at the old monk suspiciously, only to see that the old monk looked sideways and did not move, and the little monk followed the old monk's gaze and also turned his face sideways to look in the direction where the voice came...

"Fellow Daoist, please stay, please stay!"

"Fellow Daoist..."

As far as the eye can see, a little farther away, among the wild grass.

A figure was shouting at the top of his voice, hurrying closer! Because the wilderness was pitch black and there was no moonlight, it was impossible to tell for a moment who it was and what it looked like. Only shouting, but approaching with the figure...

"Fellow Daoists, please stay!"

"Royal..."

The shouting continued, and the closer the people got closer, the louder they became.

The little monk pulled the reins and stopped the horse's hoof.

Stopped with the hooves, the car was stunned, and the four people who were sleeping in their sleep, Mo Xian, Xia Xun, Xia Hou, and the fat monk, were woken up by this unscrupulous shout one after another. Sleepy-eyed and listless, Xia Xun first glanced at it with a cursory glance.

However...

It's this glance, he was stunned at first glance!

I suddenly felt a cold body, and I woke up in an instant!

Xia Xun hurriedly rubbed his hands and his eyes, and looked at them again with unconfidence...

But I saw that at this time, the comer was already approaching, and he was dozens of zhang away. Around fifty, six feet tall, slightly obese, with two obscene eyes on a large round face. Thick lips, two sheep's whiskers. A dirty gray-blue robe, with a tight belly. The bronze crown on the head is rusty. In his left hand, he held a black iron whisk in his hand and waved it high with his shout. In his right hand, he held a shabby flag, and the five big characters of "One Word Dao Tianji" were written crookedly on the flag!

"Is that him?"

Xia Xun couldn't help it all of a sudden, and exclaimed.

He never expected that in this deserted place where birds don't, he would actually meet a god stick who had a relationship with Yueyang City! Xia Hou hadn't completely retreated from his sleepiness at this time, and asked in a daze: "What, do you know this person?"

Xia Xun didn't answer, and instantly indulged in his surprise and rapid thinking...

By this time, the god stick in the distance had already stumbled, running from waist height and grass to the carriage.

"Whew..."

Panting and tidying up.

But seeing that he was holding the black iron whisk dust in one hand, and putting the palm of the other hand on his chest, he bluntly posed as an immortal wind dao bone, and said in a deep voice: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, all fellow Daoists are destined." ”

“......”

The old monk stepped out of the carriage first, the little monk followed, and the fat monk just woke up, still in a daze, not knowing what was happening, but he also followed. The three monks slowly came to the god stick, and bowed with both hands.

Something interesting...

The etiquette of the little monk and the fat monk was quite decent, but they nodded slightly. But the old monk's etiquette is incredible. He bowed his waist into a full bow, bowed respectfully, as if bowing his head to the stick in front of him, and bowed for a few breaths before standing up straight again.

The old monk's move made Xia Xun, Xia Hou, and Mo Xian, who had just stepped off the carriage, look at them in an instant. Because, the old monk worshiped this ceremony, but it is a real respectful ceremony...

With such a great gift, people who come and go to the world only worship the master of heaven and earth.

And what is the identity of the old monk?

He is a disciple of the Supreme Buddha of Western Bliss and the abbot of Yueyang Huasheng Temple! In terms of strict etiquette, even saints in the whole world would not dare to accept his gift! But in fact, the obscene god stick accepted it in a grand and unyielding manner.

So, what does that mean?

An extremely terrifying and terrifying thought immediately germinated in the hearts of Xia Xun, Mo Xian, and Xia Hou...

"Amitabha, I don't know what is the so-called matter of visiting late at night?" He was the most calm person here, except for the old monk, as if he didn't know what the old monk had done, and asked politely in a daze.

Sneaking a glance, he saw that Xia Xun and the others were all frightened, and the old god stick was secretly proud, and he smiled gloomily. The smile was lewd and treacherous, more unscrupulous, and even the sheep whiskers on his mouth were almost laughed into his nostrils.

After laughing for a while, the god stick retracted his gaze, picked up and replied solemnly: "Immeasurable Tianzun, the poor road is an idler outside the world, and he often wanders around when he has nothing to do. At this point tonight, I saw you passing by from a distance, and the poor road felt that it was caused by the fate, so he took the liberty to come forward and send the good fate. ”

"Amitabha, dare to ask what kind fate is sent by the Taoist?" The little monk is cute, and he is also cute. I didn't ask the reason, I followed the old god's way and asked.

"Hehe, don't worry, wait for me to think about it first. ”

The stick pretended to be mysterious, said something in a deep voice, and smiled without ominous words.

I saw that he brushed the dust in his left palm, held the flag in his right hand, and took a step around the three monks in front of him and slowly walked around twice, looking carefully.

While looking, the god stick nodded in appreciation.

"The unparalleled roots and bones in the world are all good means and have a foundation. ”

"Get rid of the five elements and six paths, and form a square world by itself, very thoughtful..."

"Tsk... This pig is also sharp..."

"The blood is surging, it is really rare in the world..."

Talking, talking, as if he hasn't finished speaking...

Suddenly!

"Da!"

"Damn!

The magic stick suddenly straddles his feet and turns!

Without warning, it was like suddenly going crazy, taking three steps at a time, passing the three monks in vain, and rushing to Xia Xun in a daze!

Suddenly there was a change, and in an instant, Xia Xun, Xia Hou, and Mo Xian scared the three of them. Xiahou was suddenly frightened to sober, and he couldn't help but blurt out a scolding sentence. Clenched fists, gathering momentum, looking at him, he can beat people at any time!

"Little Daoyou, I haven't seen you for many days, don't come to harm!?"

"Don't... Don't come unharmed. ”

"Hehe..."