Yueyang went north for thousands of miles, outside the clouds, under the firmament.

Looking at the endless sea of white clouds, the blue waves and the clear sky are flawless, as if it is not the world. In the sea of clouds, two lonely handsome white horses pulled a lonely car, carrying six people, flying in the air.

"Donor, let me tell you, don't look at Lao Zhu, I usually hide it, if it wasn't for Lao Zhu and me just a while, how could the killer uncle let you go so easily?"

"Oh. ”

"You don't believe me?"

"You keep blowing, grandpa, I'll listen. ”

"Oh, you don't believe it, do you? I won't tell you that the three boundless Dharma that saved you earlier were the three hairs that Lao Zhu and I plucked from my senior brother's forehead. Don't underestimate that hair, that hair is gently blown in my hand, that is boundless mana, and it can be born in fire and water..."

"Amitabha, don't talk nonsense. ”

“......”

Since Yueyang City was vacated, the old monk has been sitting with his eyes closed and meditating. The little monk and the fat monk sat in front of the car, and one of them held a reins to control the horse. The fat monk's chatter never stopped all the way, and the bull that was blown out was as boundless as the sea of clouds in front of him, and even the etiquette that a monk should have was omitted when he was blown into his mind. So much so that Xiahou, who was lying on the back side with Erlang's legs crossed, had to feel ashamed of the thickness of this person's skin, and today he finally saw that there were people outside the so-called people, and there were cowhides in addition to cowhides. Mo Xian and Xia Xun sat at the back of the body. Xia Xun's legs hung outside the car board, swaying with the wind. With his hands on his thighs and his cheeks, his eyes were blank and he looked at the blue sky, as if he was thinking about something, and he was even sluggish. Mo Xian sat cross-legged peacefully, closed his eyes and recuperated, a faint white light shrouded his whole body, and an ethereal Dao rhyme was not only emanating from his body, like a restrained breath when fighting with others, and like entering a selfless and empty demeanor, which was very wonderful.

"Let me tell you Lord Xiahou, the little monk does not lie in his life. If people like you and others who are riddled with debts don't follow us in a bad way, you won't even be able to leave Yueyang City on this trip to Kyoto, do you believe it?"

"Letter..."

The fat monk asked, and Xiahou replied in a long nasal voice.

The fat monk gave a thumbs up proudly: "The letter is right, don't say anything else, just rely on your family's Xia Xun donor's ability to cause trouble, it is definitely in the universe, and no one in the six realms can match." If it weren't for the help of me and my senior brother and master..."

"When will we be able to land?"

The fat monk hadn't finished blowing this time, and Xia Hou suddenly asked.

The fat monk put away his thumbs up, turned around and asked, "Isn't it nice to sit here?"

Xia Hou also turned his head, his eyes were fierce, like a wolf and a tiger, and when he grinned, he gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: "Because, Lao Tzu already wants to kill you, a dead fat man." ”

"Oops. ”

Stared at by Xiahou's fierce light, the fat monk suddenly shuddered, and quickly turned his head to look at the little monk beside him, and asked for help: "Senior brother, listen up." This donor wants to beat Lao Zhu, you have to help me. ”

"Amitabha, can you say a word less about the eight precepts?"

"Hey, Lao Zhu doesn't speak, can you still live this day?"

"Hey..."

The fat monk is also quite helpless, he can't say or listen, what can he do? In fact, his character is not bad, and what he said earlier was also for the safety of the three donors, Amitabha. ”

"Oh. Xia Hou responded perfunctorily without temper.

He has a deep understanding of the wonder of the monks who came out of the Incarnation Temple. The old monk was silent, like a stone. The fat monk chattered endlessly, like a captive pig. This little monk looks quite normal, but when he speaks, he is also as calm as an old man of seventy or eighty years old. Thinking that there would be many months to mix with these three masters and apprentices in the future, Xia Hou felt goosebumps in his heart.

In order to change the topic, Xia Hou gently kicked Xia Xun who was in a daze twice, and shouted casually: "Ah Xun." ”

"Huh?" Xia Xun didn't seem to come back from his stunned stupor, and responded weakly.

Xia Hou then asked, "You say, can Yingshui's father handle it alone?"

"Oh. Xia Xun answered perfunctorily as he answered.

"Damn! You're such a fart, are you obsessed with ghosts?"

"Huh!"

"Damn!"

Seeing Xia Xun's soul-like appearance, Xia Hou couldn't help but kick it out suddenly! The strength of this kick was so well controlled, he stumbled with one kick, and almost didn't kick Xia Xun off the carriage.

"What are you doing?!"

Although he was not kicked out of the carriage, Xia Xun was really frightened, and finally came back to his senses at first glance. He turned back and questioned Xiang Xiahou. Xia Hou curled the corners of his mouth angrily: "What am I doing? I still want to ask you what are you doing? I asked my father if he can handle it in Yingshui, you are such a fart?"

"Huh, so?"

Xia Xun was very embarrassed: "I was thinking about things just now, there shouldn't be a problem with Uncle Yuan, you can rest assured." ”

"What were you thinking about just now?" asked Xiahou angrily.

"Think about what Gu Fan said last night. ”

"Which one?"

"Hehe..."Xia Xun smirked a few times: "He said that I don't have the surname Xia." ”

Xia Hou was even more angry: "Are you stupid? You don't have a surname Xia, what is your surname?"

"Hehe..." Xia Xun smirked a few more times, disturbing his head in embarrassment, and said, "I also think it's quite stupid." So I've been thinking about this since the morning, and it turns out that it's not right. If I don't have the surname Xia, then I shouldn't have the surname Li either. If my surname was Li, then Grandpa shouldn't have hung me out. But why did Grandpa have to focus all his eyes on me? Is this to cover up something? But if he wants to hide it, what is it in my body? This number is not right, I always feel that something is missing and not counted..."

"Hey, I think you're really stupid. ”

Seeing that Xia Xun had just come back to his senses, but he didn't say a word, he began to babble again, Xia Hou couldn't understand it, and he didn't know where to interject. In desperation, he pillowed the back of his head with one hand, closed his eyes, and pretended to fall asleep.

"No, it's not..."

"If what is sealed on my body is not the bloodline talent, but the remnant soul of the prince, then grandpa will definitely not show his bottom now, let alone let me go to Kyoto. Uncle Yuan didn't stop me from going to Beijing, it was my grandfather's acquiescence. Acquiescing to my trip to Kyoto... Kyoto... Why is it tacit?"

Xia Hou didn't see that he was clean and blind, Xia Xun was still chattering endlessly, and the more he talked, the more his soul was lost. After chattering, his eyes were about to roll like dead fish.

"Going to Kyoto is acquiescence, which means that I might get something there, or something for my grandfather...

"Kyoto...""But what can Kyoto have, Babel Tower? I can't seem to take the national exam..."

"Amitabha, Xia Xun benefactor. ”

"Huh?"

The little monk said suddenly, and Xia Xun responded without a look.

The little monk folded his hands and said delicately: "Please listen to the little monk." ”

"Oh, you say. Xia Xun responded again.

The little monk said: "Relic, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you want to do it." It is not born and does not perish, it is not dirty and impure, it is colorless in the air, and there is no knowledge of thinking and doing. If the donor has a problem in his heart, he might as well put the problem down first and go out to have a look. ”

"Going out?"

Xia Xun frowned slightly, looked back at the little monk blankly, and asked, "Where did you go out, and where are you going?"

The little monk stretched out a hand and pointed to his heart, saying, "Go out from your heart." Then, he pointed to the blue sky above: "Go to the top of the nine heavens, the sky is higher, and then look back." Perhaps, you can feel differently. ”

"Uh..."

What the little monk said was very mysterious, but it seemed to have a little meaning. Xia Xun stopped chattering, followed the little monk's fingers, and slowly raised his head.

Sky...

Blue, clear, without a trace of impurities.

The first vision, as far as the eye can see, is boundless, like nothingness. Xia Xun's first sense was as if he had suddenly been pulled out of the mundane world and thrown into another ethereal space. In this space, where there is nothing but blue, everything becomes so small, carefree, worry-free, worry-free, and everything is empty. I can see it, and I think about it... The sun shone on his upturned cheeks. The cold wind blew his green robe, like a flag. The soul was lost, and it still didn't come back. However, there was no word for a while, only two handsome white horses silently carried people away, and the endless sea of clouds was surging endlessly with the reflection of the sun.

The sky is wide and cloudy, the streamer rides the wind, and everything is the law, like a dream bubble. If dew is like electricity, it should be viewed as such.

After a long time, Xia Xun's face gradually glowed with a divine light.

He laughed silly...

"It's so tall. ”

“......”

(In Volume 2 of the Quest, the trip to Chang'an has officially begun, and there will be a few chapters later to understand the tail of Yueyang's night banquet.) In the blood-stained Chang'an volume, the pits buried in front will be filled one by one. ）