In addition to what Chang Wei said, there is also the prohibition of activating the Heaven-shattering Thunder Beast, as well as the full topographical map of the Donglai Islands, which densely records Huang Lin's experience of many years of travel.

In the past, Wutian's target was the miscellaneous disciples of the Wood Spirit Sect, and the purpose was just to go out freely to find an opportunity to recover from his injuries, but now he is really free, but he feels a little unclear.

Just as when people are young, they always hope to grow up quickly so that they can be free, but when they really grow up, they envy the freedom of being unrestrained and not worrying about anything when they were young.

Born free, yet omnipresent in shackles.

Coming to the giant square, looking at the sky-shaking thunder beast in front of him, Wutian suddenly emerged, although the world is big, there is a feeling that there is nowhere to go, not that big as the world, I want to go and see, after all, the house is a habit of tens of thousands of years.

After using the prohibition left by Huang Lin to collect the Heaven-shattering Thunder Beast, Wutian casually found a direction and walked straight away.

In the past, I wanted to find a legitimate reason to leave the Wu family to find an opportunity to recover, but now I have all my original thoughts.

Walking through the majestic and verdant mountains, crossing the sea between the islands, watching the alternation of the sun, moon and stars, the cool autumn west wind, walking and walking Wutian seemed to return to the time when he was a little novice and penance.

The Devadatta school to which Wutian belongs pays attention to asceticism, and only by having the suffering of sentient beings in his heart can he be free from sentient beings.

He took off the clothes of the inner disciples of the Muling Sect and put on the robe that he bought as he wished when he accompanied Li Tong into the temple in the Three Kingdoms.

At this moment, Wutian looked like a Buddhist with hair and cultivation in both behavior and clothing.

One day, ten days, one month, time seemed to have lost its due meaning to him.

His face was covered in dust, and his hair was littered with withered leaves and greasy.

But his eyes were extraordinarily bright, a kind of rebirth that seemed to have rediscovered himself.

On this day, he passed through a small town, and it was noon.

He did not take out the nourishing pill from the vows, nor did he look for alms, but came to a clear river.

Looking at the sloppy appearance reflected in the water, when he was about to take water to wipe it, a soft female voice sounded beside him.

"No, it's cloudy, it's hard to dry when it's wet. ”

Wutian was slightly stunned when he heard this, could it be that his back was also handsome to the point of being suave and confusing all beings?

He looked left and right, fearing a mistake, and found that the river was empty except for him.

It is very rude to have a female benefactor say hello and not say hello back, and the Heavenless Buddha, who has received a higher education from Harvard (Kazakh Buddhist College), naturally can't do it, so he turned around.

The girl is not big, about twenty or seventeen years old, the wooden hairpin on her head is the only ornament, she is dressed as a small girl, and she also carries a vegetable basket in her hand.

"The donor called me?"

Wutian clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

"I'm not called Donor, my name is Zhen Kun, everyone else calls me Xiao Maruki, you can also call me Xiao Maruki. ”

As he spoke, he held the vegetable basket without a blue handle in his right hand, and walked towards the back door of the building with his left hand holding the dusty and dirty hand of the skyless.

While walking, the words like silver bells sounded: "The front of the Yunlai Inn is for the guests to walk, we have to go through the back door, in fact, the back door is quite spacious and good." ”

"Maruko is back from grocery shopping, hurry up and wash it, the chefs are waiting to get out of the pot. ”

Suddenly, the speaker's voice was suffocated, and his face was obviously a little disgusted, and he said, "Little Maruko, why did you bring the homeless man into the backyard?"

"Brother Hu Jiao, you can do it, he is my distant cousin, who came to the city to find work. ”

As she spoke, she loosened her hand and pulled the middle-aged man's sleeve and said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, but I can only stay for a few days, and also, get your clothes clean. ”

"Okay! Thank you, Brother Hu Jiao!"

After smiling and thanking him, Zhen Su found a wooden bench and pulled Wutian to sit down, and then filled it with water from the well to wash the vegetables in the basket.

In a few low-rise bungalows not far away, a group of busy cooks and hurried juniors can be clearly seen.

The inn is not only for living, but also for eating, and now is the busiest time, sitting for two hours.

Zhen Kun, who had washed the dishes in two hours, washed the dishes that were recovered from the inn, she washed very seriously, there was no sloppiness at all, and she just looked clean;

"Give!"

After the hard work, Zhen Su handed Wutian two white steamed buns with a happy face.

"Eat, it's delicious. ”

Looking at the only white steamed bun left on her plate, Wutian's heart trembled inexplicably.

No one does not need the care of others, not even those whose hearts are frozen. The only difference is that frozen people are afraid of other people's concerns, afraid that next time it will not be just ice.

"Amitayus Buddha, the little monk doesn't eat steamed buns. ”

"Oh, what's that for?"

Zhen Kun's eyes were full of curiosity.

"The little monk eats the ...... that is nurtured by heaven and earth, raised by the sun and the moon, formless and substantial, lifeless and impermanent."

"What?"

Seeing that Wutian was stuck halfway through his words, he hurriedly urged.

"This ......"

Originally, Wutian wanted to make Zhen Kun dizzy, but he found that he couldn't make it up after talking for a while, so he said helplessly: "The wind." ”

"The wind can still eat!"

Not suspicion, it's exclamation.

"That's amazing. ”

After a moment, it changed from amazement to admiration and admiration.

Looking at her face as white as a white steamed bun and her undulating blouse like a white steamed bun, Wutian was a little confused, and said secretly: "Can't she hear what I'm talking nonsense?"

A little shocked, Wutian looked at Zhen Kun, who had slowly finished eating three steamed buns, with an envious expression, and looked back at himself, a wind-eating boy.

"Brother Shifeng, I'm full, come, I'll wash your hair. ”

As he spoke, Zhen Kun pulled Wutian to the side of the water tank, took a bench for Wutian to sit down, gently lowered Wutian's body, and carefully covered him with a towel.

"Since there is water in the water tank, why did you still waste your energy when you washed the vegetables just now?"

"The food is for the guests to eat, and it is cleaner when washed with live water. ”

Wutian was a little silent when she heard this, no one told her to do it, but she did it, and no one praised her for doing it.

For just a moment, a trickle of hair ran down his cheeks.

She carefully cleaned every gap in her hair, and finally her long hair was free from greasy bonding, and fell vertically down the sides of her cheeks in gravity.

After smoothing his hair, she took a towel and carefully dried his hair to prevent water from dripping onto his clothes.

Zhen Kun, who washed his hair and was holding the basin and preparing to clean Wutian's face, looked at Wutian's face that had removed most of the dust because of the flushing when washing his hair.