Although the emperor of the dead country of Xishu was a faint monarch who was obsessed with Buddhism and ignored national affairs, dressed in a robe and chanted in vain to try to live forever, even a second before he was captured, he was still stupidly waiting for his great mercy and compassion Amitabha Buddha to help him defeat the powerful rebel army, but I have to say that he does have a compassionate heart.

Perhaps it was precisely because he allocated all the money from the treasury to improve the people's livelihood and let the concubines and ministers follow him every day to eat fast and recite Buddha, which caused the people around him to rebel and leave, and the money allocated was not implemented, and was divided by officials at all levels, causing the people to not think about him.

Zhongshan's official road is one of the projects to be repaired, because the emperor Bodhisattva likes to pay private visits to the micro-service, and observe the people's feelings everywhere, this official road is still good, so that after Zhongshan Jun took over, he only connected several important official roads, and formed a road system that extends in all directions in Zhongshan today.

On a somewhat desolate official road, the young Taoist boy with the sword was walking slowly, and if he deliberately measured it, he would find that the distance of each step he took was amazingly the same.

Not only that, but the frequency of his breathing, the trembling of his muscles, all remained in the same rhythm, which was the state of the monk when he was meditating and cultivating, and was used by the Taoist boy in walking.

In other words, he is even cultivating when he walks.

At the age of fourteen, he entered the Dharma realm, and realized the secret art of the chaotic sword in one day, and the disciples in the sect were jealous of his talent, but they didn't know that what he was more jealous of in addition to his talent was his heart.

Not arrogant, not impatient, not angry, not arguing, he has always been one of the hardest disciples in the Divine Sword Sect, he has never come down the mountain for ten years, except for the hard practice, he is to read the Daozang.

He was carrying a lot of heavy stuff besides the sword, and as he grew older, he was overwhelmed, and he needed to make himself better, and there was not much time left for him.

Three days had passed since Zhang Ziqi left the Eastern Capital, and he had only taken a few short breaks in the past three days, and the rest of the time had been on the road, and the hundred miles back to the Divine Sword Sect had already passed half of the journey.

Zhang Ziqi stretched out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, the water stored in his sleeve had long been exhausted, although he could clear the valley for several days, but the scorching sun for several days, coupled with his walking cultivation, had exhausted the water in his body, and he urgently needed to find a place to rest and replenish his water.

He found a trail not far from the leveled official road, which had been bare after walking and the potholes had been paved with stones.

As far as the eye can see, a village is hidden in the forest, and in the evening, wisps of green smoke drift over the village.

Perhaps influenced by the experience of eating several times in the Eastern Capital, his understanding of food has changed a little.

Looking at Qingyan, he felt a little wave in his heart, thinking that it was not bad to beg for food in addition to looking for water, although he still had a few pieces of dry food on his body, but the food produced in the canteen of the Divine Sword Sect was guaranteed to taste - it would definitely not be delicious.

Zhang Ziqi resumed his steps to normal, put the two long swords in his sleeve, squeezed a smile from his indifferent face, and a harmless little road boy stepped into the village on the path.

At the entrance of the village stands a stone tablet with the words "Stone Man Village" written on it, which has been washed by the wind and rain, but the red handwriting on the stone tablet is as bright red as it has just been written.

Zhang Ziqi noticed a very strange thing, that is, everyone he met after entering the village, whether it was an old man chatting under a tree, a woman washing dishes in front of the door, or a child playing in the woods, looked at him with a strange look.

But he couldn't tell what kind of eyes it was.

The small village is rarely entered by outsiders, and when Zhang Ziqi was drinking water by the river, the news that a little Taoist priest had come to the village had spread throughout the village.

Zhang Ziqi scooped some clear river water with both hands and poured it into his mouth, and the sweet river water moistened his lips and swept away the fatigue of his days of traveling.

After taking a few sips, Zhang Ziqi quietly filled the gourd and put it in his sleeve, and at this time, an old man and a middle-aged strong man came not far behind him.

The old man was very old, his white hair was wrapped in a blue cloth, his wrinkled face was a pair of slightly sunken eye sockets, he was hunched on crutches, and looked at Zhang Ziqi kindly with the support of a strong man.

The middle-aged strong man is a typical crop man, naked, dark-skinned, with strong muscles, it can be seen that the food is good, and the old man is also a little rich, completely lacking the thinness and weakness that people of this age should have, and his eyes are also bright.

The middle-aged strong man looked honest and smiled at Zhang Ziqi in a friendly manner, but Zhang Ziqi still saw that what was hidden in the depths of the two people's eyes was the same as that of other villagers.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the trail is returning home, passing through the precious land, there is some disturbance, please forgive me. ”

"The Taoist chief has seen the outside, and this village also worships Tianzun, and they are all a family," the old man laughed, "You are a person who serves Tianzun, and it is a great blessing for us to be able to come to this small village." Lao Yu is the village chief of this Shiren Village, if it is late today, please also ask the Taoist chief to come to my house for one night, and tomorrow will kill chickens and sheep to entertain you. ”

"No, no, no. Although he knew that the sect was influential, he didn't know that even the remote mountain village was full of believers, so he said embarrassedly, "Xiaodao just finds a place to rest for a night and leaves." ”

Zhang Ziqi finally couldn't withstand the invitation of the two and came to the village chief's house.

The village chief's house looks better than the other villagers, but it is also a mud-walled thatched hut, but with a few extra tiles on the roof.

The middle-aged strong man is the son of the village chief, and there are three rooms in the hut, one for the village chief, and one for the son and daughter-in-law's family, and one is vacant as a guest room.

When Zhang Ziqi came, the village chief's house had just finished eating, and before the meal could be cleaned up, the village chief's daughter-in-law handed Zhang Ziqi a big bowl of porridge.

Although it is a small dish of the farmhouse, it looks quite refreshing, and Zhang Ziqi, who is a little clean, really can't find anything wrong, so he eats the leftovers on the plate.

Although the food was not as good as Zhang Ziqi thought, there were also vegetables and meat, and the remaining slices of extremely thin bacon were even more fragrant, and he ate the whole porridge in a short time.

During his meal, the village chief's virtuous daughter-in-law had already made all the beds in the guest room, and on the way to the guest room, the village chief kept apologizing to him that he didn't get him something to eat.

After sending off the village chief, Zhang Ziqi closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed, although the sheets smelled a little musty, but the overall was clean, and he felt that his cleanliness was not beneficial to his cultivation, and he had improved a lot after going down the mountain.