Chapter 113: If a traveler doesnt stay, he wont stay
The wind blew through the forest, rustling the layers of branches and leaves.
"Why did Mr. Wu An say that the son of the Han family...you need to know how to take the Han Dynasty..."
In the forest, Chen Yuan returned the favor with his hand. It was hard to imagine that the man in front of him, with a decent appearance and a faint sense of shrewdness in the corner of his mouth, was actually Bai Qi, the god of death known to everyone in the future.
Over there, the walking figure silently stepped on the fallen leaves, leaning against the tree trunk with a long stick in its hand, smiling and waving its hands.
"I have read everything down below, and I was still very angry at first. But as time went by, I became more open-minded, especially when I went to Liu Che to show off my power of China, so I agreed and beat him back and forth, but I changed it to another one.
Even if we change the name and flag, in the end we are still not one family, whether it is Qin or Han, there is no difference."
Bai Qi's smile was gentle as he spoke, and he could not tell that tens of thousands of people had died in just a few days. Bai Qi walked in the forest and looked at the slanting sunlight outside, "But foreigners are not included in this list. If there are more people next time,
If you have a chance, you can call a few generals who are good at fighting foreign tribes, such as Wei and Huo."
There was a pause in the words.
"...There are too few enemies to fight effectively. If you want to destroy the Navasana Kingdom next time, call me then."
"Uh..." Chen Yuan's mouth twitched, "Wu Anjun also knows Wei Qing, Huo Qubing?"
"hehe."
Hearing this, Bai Qi looked outside and laughed. He turned back to go to the car and oxen, and his voice also said: "How could you not know? We often get together to discuss the use of weapons!"
Arriving in front of the car, when Lao Niu raised his face to look, Bai Qi suddenly stopped, turned his face slightly, and said softly: "What will future generations think of me?!"
"Destroy the enemy, and for a thousand years, no one will be able to defeat you!"
Bai Qi pursed his lips and stood quietly for a while, as if he raised his face and took a deep breath before nodding.
"Many people in future generations will know me!"
The figure gradually turned into nothingness and disappeared in front of the bullock cart.
The forest became quiet, and the birds kept chirping. Chen Yuan looked at the place where Bai Qi disappeared, bowed his hands, calmed down, and called his master to leave before it got dark.
As for the ghosts of tens of thousands of beggars, they were transformed by Zhong Kui in the dream last night, swallowed up and taken to Senluo Palace. It is estimated that the seventh and eighth masters will be busy for a while.
There was another thing that troubled Chen Yuan. The growth of his cultivation was getting slower and slower, and he vaguely felt that there were eyes in the sky watching him.
He asked Master Yunlong, who only said that the Tempering of Heavenly Thunder was coming soon, and asked Chen Yuan not to worry about this.
He put the reins on the old cow and went to the car to ask Wuchang Woodcarving about Senluo Palace. After a long while, Xie Qiye's sharp voice biting his tongue briefly sounded.
He said the last sentence: "...I don't have time for the moment. I'll see you in the evening after asking." Then there was no movement.
Chen Yuan smiled helplessly and turned to look at his master, who was sitting cross-legged behind the Thousand God Pillar, staring at the back of the car with his arms folded, and a bandage wrapped around his head.
"Master..."
"Don't make any noise." The crazy old man raised his hand to interrupt, with a serious look on his face: "I seemed to have had a dream before I became a teacher. In the dream, there was a dark cave. There were many words carved in the cave, and there were voices nagging in my ears.
Nao, I can’t hear clearly no matter how I listen. Just when I’m about to hear clearly..."
The old man looked at his apprentice and said, "You're just here. Hurry up and drive away. I'm hungry, so I'll go back and eat first!"
"Master, think about it slowly!"
Chen Yuan warned him not to bother him. Ever since the beggar camp passed that day, the old man had often struggled in his sleep, had some strange dreams, and even got up in a daze in the middle of the night and walked around.
"Master, sit still."
After saying something else, Chen Yuan walked to the cart and sat down. Lao Niu got up from the ground in a familiar manner, pulled the carriage and slowly drove out of the forest. The sun was slanting, and the wood carvings in the car did not need Chen Yuan's magic along the way. They all moved on their own.
It was quite lively to run out of the grid, pull up Bai Qi's wooden carvings, and discuss the art of war.
After putting on the walking talisman, I returned to Guangwei City before the sun set. The two Taoist monks, Zhenhai monk and Yunlong Yunhe, were already waiting in the courtyard, mostly talking about what was going to happen next.
After recovering the lost land and annihilating all the beggars, it was time for the imperial court to take over again and they would have nothing to do here. As for rewards based on merit, Li Anfu came to the post house once before Chen Yuan came back and wanted to bring the four
Everyone's names were written on the merit list. Yun He Yunlong and Zhenhai both refused, but it was difficult for Chen Yuan to make the decision, so Li Anfu still reported the list.
A monument to their great achievements was even erected. Chen Yuan quietly went to see it once. A large stone monument one foot high was erected on the right side of the City God's Temple, with the names of the four of them clearly engraved on it.
A long incense trough was placed below for people to worship. There were many people and soldiers in the army lined up in an orderly manner. One by one, they put incense and kowtow.
On the other side, there is a stone tablet with only the four characters "Wu'an Jun Baiqi" on it, and there are also many incense candles inserted below.
There's still business to do, so it's almost time to leave.
he thinks.
The only thing left here is to stabilize the people as soon as possible and let them live a peaceful life again. The prefects and generals in the city are also capable. Things such as planting seeds and farm tools, repairing houses, etc. are being arranged in an orderly manner.
Chen Yuan also performed several new puppet plays in the city, firstly to give the people a sense of a peaceful future, and secondly, to allow Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang to erect statues of gods in the Renjie Temple as soon as possible.
Soon after the woodcarving play was finished, Chen Yuan bowed his hands to the people on the street who were still interested. After packing up, he took Lao Niu back to the courtyard beside the post house. Seeing Yunlong Yun congratulated him, the three people in Zhenhai packed their bags and hurriedly let them go.
After a while, I went into the room and called Master up, and wrote a letter along the way.
At noon when they arrived, Li Anfu came to visit with a cheerful look on his face. He heard from the postman that the four of them had left and only left a letter for him.
Expand it, there is only a short line of farewell words on it.
After putting the letter in his pocket, Li Anfu turned around and left the post house, mounted his horse and went straight to the south city gate. He climbed up the city tower and saw an oxcart vaguely moving away from him in the vast wind and sand.
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He stood on the tower and raised his hands and shouted loudly into the distance.
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As the daylight faded, the clanking of the ox cart was much heavier than before, and all five people were crowded on the cart.
The crazy old man was leaning against the Qian Shen Zhu, and the old god was playing with the puppets, causing Zhang Fei to wink and shake his hands and feet; Yunlong and Yunhe were two Taoist priests close to each other; the monk sat alone on one side facing the direction of the mountains and rivers; Chen Yuan shrank his hands and feet.
Sitting in the middle driving the bullock cart.
At this time, the war had just ended and the news had not spread too far. There were very few travelers coming here. On the entire road, there was only this ox cart moving slowly in the wind and sand.
"Is there really the cave that fellow Taoist mentioned in Changhao City?"
In the car, Yunlong and Yunhe spoke first. Before leaving, they learned that Chen Yuan was rushing back and actually learned about the underground demon from Commander Juqi.
"...That's what Commander Juqi said. That day when I caught up with him, the enemy wanted to survive, so he told me the purpose of the attack on the Posana Kingdom, which happened to correspond to the Yuejie people. I thought it was correct.
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Yunlong and Yunhe had been in the northwest before and didn't know about the underground demons. After listening to Chen Yuan's story, the two immediately decided to go to Hezhou to see Qingxu's team of spirit gathering and Lihuo gates to encircle and suppress the demon cave.
How about, come over and work with Chen Yuan again.
"The poor monk has nothing to do, he just happened to meet that demon!" Monk Zhenhai, who had been silent for the whole time, spoke up.
"Okay, then when the two Taoist priests come to Chang Hao, they can look for us at Hengyan Mountain in the southwest."
"Hengyan?"
Chen Yuan saw something strange about the two of them, "What's wrong?"
"That's not true, it's just that Liangyashan Mansion is not far from there."
After discussing the travel date along the way, we left the boundary of Guangwei and headed southeast through Lantao Prefecture. The air gradually became humid, there were farmlands and farmers on the road, and the rolling mountains were full of autumn colors.
Yunhe and Yunlong said goodbye and left after being a hundred miles away from Changhao, while Chen Yuan drove Lao Niu and Monk Zhenhai to Hengyan Mountain in the south.
The mountains to the south are winding, but there are cliffs everywhere, and the mountain road is narrow and difficult to walk. The wheels almost touch the edge of the cliff, and from time to time they grind out loose gravel and slide into the deep stream.
Accompanied by the crows of apes and birdsong in the mountains, there is an indescribable deep and eerie silence.
Even the monk Zhenhai felt uncomfortable along the way. The barren mountains and ridges were filled with deathly silence.
"If there is a road, there must be a village..." Chen Yuan frowned and walked in front. The old cow he was holding in his hand turned his head to look at the deep stream to the side from time to time, and then quickly turned his head back. His limbs were trembling slightly, probably because of
Somewhat afraid of heights.
"There is no evil spirit either."
Zhenhai raised his seal and looked around. Suddenly his eyes locked in one direction, "There is a village at the foot of the mountain ahead!"
Chen Yuan followed his gaze and looked beyond the cliff to the foot of the opposite mountain. The fields formed a ladder surrounding the outline of the mountain village, and smoke was rising from the cooking pots.