The wind and clouds in Longyou are changing, but Tianma City is still calm.
On the first night of Wubo Wubo and Waves in Tianma City, when the sun was about to rise, Yang Shouwen stepped on the dawn of dawn and led Gao Lishi and others to step out of the temple together, and walked towards the market of Tianma City.
The rising sun is rising, shining on the land of Anxi.
The group hiked along the street and saw that many families had already gotten up and started working.
Yang Shouwen followed Posellie and others and begged for alms along the street.
He found that many people would set up a table in front of their doors, and a rice bowl was placed on the table, filled with wheat rice. When they passed by, someone would walk out of the house, chanting Buddha's name and put a spoonful of wheat rice into the bowl in their hands. Everything seemed so natural, as if it was used to it.
The almsman says nothing, while the monk recites Buddhist scriptures without looking at them.
Yang Shouwen had never seen this custom in Luoyang, and even in Suoye City, he rarely saw it.
I was confused, but I was not easy to ask.
He could only follow behind and go all the way.
When the sun was fully raised, they came to a spacious street.
This street is about 800 meters long, and at the end there is an octagonal pavilion, which looks particularly eye-catching.
"Master, let's take a break."
Poseille saw sweat on his forehead, and the abbot of the Indians was already sweating.
After all, he is old and his physical strength is far inferior to that of young people like Yang Shouwen. Although it is already July, the sun in Tianma City is still vicious. It was only in the early morning that the temperature had risen and it was unbearable to have heat.
The old monk sat cross-legged on the side of the road, while Posellie sat next to Yang Shouwen.
He covered the bowl in his hand with his wide robe sleeves so that the food inside would not get dirty.
According to him, this is the homework they have to do every day. Not only them, but 90% of the monks in the entire Tianma City are like this. Begging for them every day is a kind of practice; and ordinary families who give alms of wheat rice will also obtain the blessing of the Buddha in this way.
"When we were passing by the street, I saw blood on the ground?"
Yang Shouwen didn't feel the hard work, so he asked calmly.
“Then, it is the place of Christians.
In the past two years, the conflict between Christians and Allah believers has become increasingly fierce, and sometimes large-scale fighting will occur. Last night, the believers of Hebrews attacked Christians, and the two sides fought very hard, killing many people."
Pozzelli seemed very calm, without any surprise.
"Does the government care?"
"Official?"
Posellie glanced at Yang Shouwen, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Even the governor of Tianma, he is also a believer of Allah."
Yang Shouwen immediately understood what he meant.
He was not aware of the contradiction between Christianity and Hebishop, and he was not interested in knowing it.
He looked across Tianma Street, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Elder Posellie, when I was passing by Saiye City, I heard that the best silk shop in Tianma City is called Tianma Silk Shopping. Have you heard of it?"
Yang Shouwen had a casual expression, but Pocerie's face changed drastically after hearing this.
There was a sudden look of vigilance in his eyes. He looked at Yang Shouwen and asked after a while: "The mage is looking for this Tianma Sixing?"
"I just asked something about it."
There was obviously a little distant in Pozzell's expression.
He hesitated for a long time and lowered his voice: "If the mage doesn't look for Tianma Sixing, it's best not to mention it in front of others."
"ah?"
When Yang Shouwen heard this, his heart skipped a beat.
Things seem to be not as simple as he imagined!
However, seeing the look of guard in Posellie's eyes, Yang Shouwen did not continue to ask.
Obviously, if you continue to ask, it may backfire and may cause unnecessary trouble if you do not do it properly.
But even so, Pocerie still expressed distantness.
He got up and sat next to the old monk in India, and whispered to the old monk.
Yang Shouwen looked as if nothing had happened, but he could vaguely notice that the old monk's eyes swept past him.
In trouble!
Yang Shouwen couldn't help but curse himself in his heart.
Could it be that Jeddah's letter was cursed? First, the person who sent the letter was killed, and then Jeddah was attacked, which now made him even more suspicious.
However, he still doesn't know what exactly is written in this letter.
what to do?
Yang Shouwen's mind was turning rapidly, thinking about countermeasures.
The most urgent thing is to find Yan Zhi. However, it is not easy to find someone in the vast crowd of people in Tianma City. Originally, I thought that the Masi Guild would be a clue that day, but now it seems that there is something else here. I don’t know what the Masi Guild was from that day. Is it really related to Yan Zhi?
For a moment, Yang Shouwen began to doubt the judgment he had made before.
"Master, please"
Gao Lishi approached and whispered in Yang Shouwen's ear.
He also heard the conversation between Yang Shouwen and Posellie just now, and felt the changes in Posellie.
One hand was pressed on Gao Lishi's hand.
Yang Shouwen gently patted Gao Lishi twice, which meant: Don’t be impatient for a moment!
"Master, let's go."
At this time, the old monk Tianzhu stood up.
Posellie also greeted Yang Shouwen and helped the old monk get up.
Yang Shouwen nodded with a smile and stood up as well.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the panic in his heart, followed Pocerie with a normal expression, and walked along the street.
But this time, they did not go to beg for alms again.
"Master, the little monk heard that there is a Buddha statue in the Dongtu Tang Dynasty, which is worth nine pounds, nine taels and nine nine coins?"
Pocerie was walking ahead, but not far from Yang Shouwen.
He was talking to himself, and seemed to be asking Yang Shouwen. The voice was not loud, only for the two of them to hear it.
Pocerie's sudden words made Yang Shouwen feel so heartbroken.
Nine pounds, nine taels, nine coins?
He raised his head and glanced at Pocerie's back.
However, Pocerie had no head and still maintained a pious look to lead the way.
"Is Elder Posellie said, but the golden statue of Lusher?"
Posellie whispered: "The golden body needs real gold, that must be it."
As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Shouwen, suddenly accelerated his feet, walked to the old monk Tianzhu, and reached out to support him.
An old monk in India?
Yang Shouwen's eyes couldn't help but condense, revealing a thoughtful expression.
The old monk had no head, but Yang Shouwen could see from his walking posture that his body tilted a little towards Pocerie.
Damn, I'm scared!
Yang Shouwen swallowed and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The nine pounds, nine taels, nine ounces of gold was a secret word. Yang Shouwen did not expect that there was a secret spy from Xiaoluantai in this temple.
The group arrived at the temple and it was almost noon.
The old monk led everyone to the temple to sit down. Pozzelli took fresh grapes and distributed them to everyone.
Yang Shouwen took the grapes and felt a little strange.
Just when he was confused, he saw another monk holding a soup bowl filled with vegetable soup. The old monk in India placed the bowl in front of him, scooped a spoonful of vegetable soup and poured it on the wheat rice in the bowl, then twisted the grapes, squeezed out the juice of the grapes, and dripped them into the bowl. After all this, the old monk looked up and smiled at Yang Shouwen.
This is also the first time since they moved into the temple yesterday that the old monk showed a different expression.
Yang Shouwen quickly smiled and followed the old monk's actions, poured the vegetable soup on the wheat rice, and then dripped it in the grape juice.
"Master, you can try it. This is a unique practice vegetarian meal in India."
The old monk said a few words to Pocerie, and Pocerie translated.
At this time, Yang Shouwen was already confused!
He didn't understand what medicine was sold in the old monk's gourd, so he could only use his hands to pinch the wheat rice with vegetable soup and grape juice into a rice ball in the bowl, and then put it in his mouth and chew it slowly.
The old monk was very leisurely eating and laughed at Yang Shouwen from time to time, and his eyes narrowed into slits.
But Yang Shouwen was at a loss. He couldn't even taste the rice ball when he got in the mouth, and his doubts were even deeper (to be continued.)
Chapter completed!