On a rainy night, a light is turned on, but it is a street stall that has not yet closed its stalls, selling some pasta and the like, and selling wine at the same time.

At this moment, except for the stinky monk and Ye Junsheng, there is no third guest.

The stall owner was an old and bad old man, his eyes were cloudy, and after cooking two large bowls of chaotic noodles according to the customer's instructions, he shrank himself to the bench in the corner, put his hands in his sleeves, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Wine is by no means a good wine, but it is very good for the throat, and when you take a sip into your throat, you will suddenly feel as if you have been burned by fire, and a hot feeling extends directly to your stomach.

"Cool!"

The stinky monk drank bitterly and praised it. After drinking, he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a large piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth - this braised pork belongs to the chaos noodles.

Ye Junsheng had a strange look on his face, and suddenly asked, "The monks also eat wine and meat?"

The stinky monk replied leisurely with a meditation machine: "Eat, don't eat, eat, eat, is the same as not eat." ”

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart?"

When the stinky monk heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he praised: "A good sentence 'wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart', can this sentence have a origin, or is it a scholar's easy words?"

Ye Junsheng smiled slightly: "Speaking of history, there is really an allusion. ”

"Would you like to hear about it?"

The stinky monk was in high spirits.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart sits, and if the world learns from me, it is like entering the devil's way." ”

The stinky monk listened awe-inspiringly, and muttered, "Who is this from?"

"A monk, a monk who met a little girl. ”

Ye Junsheng opened his mouth and came out without any pressure.

The stinky monk stared at him and sighed for a long time: "If there is a chance, the poor monk also wants to get together with this high monk." The scholar is really in Huigen, and he has a relationship with my Buddha, so why don't you take refuge in my Buddha?"

As he spoke, his palms were folded, his face was solemn, and where there was still the slightest feeling of sloppiness, it was clear that he was a monk who had attained the Tao.

Ye Junsheng naturally remembered the legendary monk in his previous life, and the two had a lot in common.

It's a pity that even if the other party's tongue is full of lotus flowers, and his own body and heart are stable, he will not be moved by anything. The path is different, and Ben will not go to the same road.

The stinky monk failed again, so he had no choice but to continue eating noodles and drinking wine, and never spoke again.

Ye Junsheng had no appetite, got up and said, "Master, Xiaosheng has other affairs, so I will leave." ”

The stinky monk raised his head, a little bullish, and said to the horse: "The city god is not in his place, be careful of ghosts." ”

"It's not strange, it's self-defeating. ”

Ye Junsheng's answer was watertight.

The stinky monk smiled suddenly, looked at the sky, and seemed to say to himself: "This rain will continue to fall." ”

Ye Junsheng's body was stagnant, and he finally opened the oil-paper umbrella and walked into the rain.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

A low voice leaked from his lips, and the monk immersed himself in eating noodles.

The old man of the stall owner on the other side looked even more dazed: it was a strange behavior for a scholar and a sloppy monk to walk together, and the conversation between the two was even more incomprehensible...... The night was as deep as the sea, looking at the sky at the top, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, but when he saw that the sky was invisible to the naked eye, the condensation of blood and culture seemed to be shaken by the wind and rain, and thin.

Turning his gaze, he saw some yin qi floating out of the place, entangled with each other, slowly condensing, and faintly closing the human form.

Soon, this yin qi smelled the breath of the living, and it was lonely, and immediately fluttered excitedly like a cat that smelled fish.

Zizizizi!

Like boiling water and pouring snow, the slightest trace of yin qi was strangled by a fierce sword qi before it could get close to Ye Junsheng, and it melted so that there was no slag left.

Back at the residence, Ye Junmei waited a little uneasy, and when he saw his brother return safely, he let go of a hanging heart.

"Brother, how's it going?"

Ye Junsheng smiled wryly: "We are being targeted." ”

"Targeted?"

Ye Junmei didn't understand.

"Do you remember what happened when we got off the ship and met the pig demon again?"

Ye Junmei remembered that she was taken by her brother and flew into a deep cave to explore, and then something happened: "Could it be that there are monsters living there and chasing them?"

"It's hard to say whether it's a monster or a human right now, but it's not easy to deal with it all in all, and there is a siege at the moment. ”

When the girl heard this, she immediately became anxious: "Then let's go quickly." ”

Ye Junsheng shook his head: "I can't leave." ”

"So what to do?"

Ye Junsheng's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold glow: "Come on, let's come, we are not soft persimmons to be trampled on." "Although there is a huge difference in strength, there is still a way out for people in the city. At the same time, he understood that the opponent was menacing, and it obviously had a lot to do with the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Treasure Seal, otherwise he would not have set up such a big battle to chase and kill.

Then, it means that the existence of the treasure seal has leaked Xingzang, and the seriousness of the incident is still unknown. It seems that the matter of agreeing to the second son of Ximen to go to sea is really right, but he can avoid it for the time being.

Of course, the premise is whether you can survive this imminent catastrophe.

After a long night, people woke up the next day to find that the heavy rain had not stopped in the slightest. The low-lying areas of the city have long since accumulated into pools. Many streets are poorly drained, and the water is soaked up to people's calves.

As for the outside of the city, especially the water level of the river is rising in a straight line, and the waves are gusting, sweeping the embankment.

The heavy rain did not weaken, and it continued to fall, from the people of Zhizhou to the ordinary people, who sensed some bad signs and were uneasy. Inside the palace, one after another information returned, and then one after another orders were issued, and personnel with various duties were on standby, ready to attack at any time.

Natural disasters have always been the source of triggers.

Compared with this tense atmosphere where the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, Yangzhou College is still full of literature and art. The wind and rain climate is of little significance to talents, and even some people like it, and they write lyrics to Yufu's poems, which is quite elegant.

They are more concerned about the results of the calligraphy unit of the talent competition in the evening to see if they can achieve a good result.

Achievements are related to their most important reputation, and they cannot afford to lose.

As time passed, more and more talented people had poured into the academy, waiting in the big square where the results were announced, hoping that the results would come out sooner.

People are surging, or talking to each other, or sitting quietly and contemplating, each with its own mood. But without exception, as long as you come here, you can't hide the anxiety in your eyes.

However, there are also some talented people who have not come, but they are full of self-confidence, such as Mei Xuehai and so on. For them, in fact, the result is already clear at the moment of writing.

In that case, why wait for the public list?

(To be continued)