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The creaking and squeaking sounds of the axles reverberated across the road.
Go from south to north, pass the Sikou Pass forty miles away, and then go to Qijun in the northeast. When you get there, you can inquire about the place. Among the passing business travelers, pedestrians, and slowly moving oxcarts, Chen Yuan is dressed in clean blue clothes.
He was wearing a robe, holding an ancient scroll and leaning against the compartment door to read the books. It was simple and simple. The only thing that caught the eye was the green-faced, fanged ghost-headed bell on his waist.
Next to him, there was a round and fat Taoist priest, carrying a mahogany sword on his back, waving his whip to drive the bullock cart, and his baggage was bulging, which made him feel happy, and he was shaking his head and humming along the way.
On both sides of the towering carriage at the back, there are dragons and phoenixes, hanging wind chimes, tinkling incessantly. The undulating mountains along the way, and the villages and towns surrounded by smoke and birds exposed among the yellow woods are all different from those in the northwest.
Or the customs and interests of Jiangnan.
After turning onto the official road, the road becomes flat. The official road extends in all directions. There are occasional rest houses beside the road, and the sound of carriages, livestock and people all around make it a noisy mess.
"Disciple, I am hungry."
The crazy old man poked his gray head out of the carriage, holding in his hand the withered wooden crab given to him by his apprentice. Unfortunately, his magic power was exhausted and he could no longer move. During the journey, he asked Chen Yuan to fiddle with it several times to make the crab move.
When he got up, Chen Yuan only allowed him to play for two hours a day because his master was addicted to fun.
The old man was so angry that he didn't even eat breakfast. He hugged the withered crab and didn't say anything to Chen Yuan all the way. Until now, his stomach growled loudly. As if he didn't remember being angry before, he smoothed his hair back.
Pointing forward.
"There's food over there."
"Aren't you angry anymore?"
Chen Yuan put down the book with a smile. As soon as he said this, the crazy old man was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered and slapped his forehead: "Yes, yes, yes, my teacher is still angry with you. I promised you not to agree with me."
"
After saying that, he quickly showed an angry face and turned around with the crab in his arms.
"Master, if I apologize to you, please stop being angry."
"Yes." The crazy old man heard the words and nodded with satisfaction: "That's pretty much it. Let the fat Taoist come over quickly. I'm starving to death."
At this time, the tea shop in front was bustling and noisy. After serving tea and cakes to a table of guests, the waiter hurriedly wiped another table where the bill had been paid.
When I was clearing away the bowls and heading to the earthen stove, I heard the sound of wind chimes that was different from ordinary ones. The low hum of axles came from the official road to the south. The tinkling of bells seemed to cover up the other sounds around me. I turned around and looked out, faintly.
There seemed to be a howling song, which made the diners seated in the restaurant subconsciously tilt their heads.
"...The sky and the earth are like mats and quilts...not as good as two shabby houses...the old tree courtyard, watching the beautiful scenery of the stars...crushing the wandering clouds...the green clothes, looking at the clouds and smoke...not as good as a journey through the world of mortals,
Immortal for a lifetime."
The autumn wind brought dust to the official road. A fat Taoist priest shook his head and sang a random tune in an unpleasant tone. He drove his bullock cart through the business travelers on the road and stopped in front of the tea shop.
"This young master, and the Taoist master, oh, the old man inside, please invite the three of you. The tea is the herbal tea brewed this morning. It is refreshing and quenches thirst, and can also nourish the stomach. The cake is stuffed with minced mutton to preserve the aroma.
Tender.”
The waiter at the roadside tea shop has been dealing with traders from all over the world all year round, so he must be very discerning. The young man in the blue robe, with his appearance and temperament, is the backbone of the three, so he naturally addresses him first.
While talking, he also diligently helped Chen Yuan help the old man out of the car, walked into the tea shed, and quickly took the rag on his shoulder and wiped the table just now again.
"Three bowls of herbal tea and eight pancakes." Chen Yuan smiled and cupped her hands towards the waiter, took two copper coins and put them in his hand, "I'd like to ask you something."
The waiter glanced at the shopkeeper to see if he was coming over. He quickly stuffed the copper into his sleeve and said, "I just want to ask, sir. If I know, I will tell you."
"Then Wanfo Temple, follow this official road all the way to Qi County?"
The waiter came over with a teapot, put bowls on the table for the three of them, and quickly replied: "Young master is going to Wanfo Temple. This is the right person to ask. He is not a commoner of Qi County. Most of the people from outside can't be found."
"Oh? Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is not very famous?"
"It's famous, but hard to find. The temple is in the mountains, and it's more than a hundred miles away from Qi County. Ordinary people rarely go there. Even if it's a place, it's difficult to go up the mountain. The mountain road is quite difficult."
The guy eating this bowl of rice opened his chatterbox and talked endlessly about the direction of the past, how high the mountain where Wanfo Temple is located, how far you can see, and where the scenery is unique. He could tell Chen Yuan about it in detail.
A fat Taoist listens.
"I thought I was very sharp-tongued, but I didn't expect to be able to talk about it here. I'm just a waiter." Sun Zhengde looked at the store clerk who was busy walking away.
"Everyone has his own way, eat!"
Chen Yuan broke open the pancake and put it into his master's hand. He only ate half of it, and the two of them took care of the rest. Since arriving in Jindan, his meals have been much smaller. Sometimes just one meal is enough for a day.
He took off a small piece of the cake in his hand and put it in his mouth, and looked at the tea shop. There were guests at several nearby tables, gathered together in twos and threes, talking to each other, and talking about their experiences from all over the world.
"Brother, are you going to Xiaoqinghe?"
"Well, we just entered the Sikou Pass by boat. Why don't we stop at the tea shop? We will go there later."
"Then you go over there and you'll have a good show."
"what is wrong?"
"A man came from the Xiaoqing River. He claimed to be a Taoist. He drew talismans and practiced magic for the people in the town. Some people were worried that he was a liar and went to Wanfo Temple to invite an eminent monk. Unfortunately, I still have to sell goods.
When I went to Luodu, I didn’t have a chance to see the excitement, so I don’t know what’s going to happen now.”
Chen Yuan turned her head and took a look. The two tables talking over there were all well-traveled men. They were tall, with broad hands and feet, and dark skin. At first glance, they looked like they had been away from home all year round.
Several people were talking to each other, and Chen Yuan raised her elbow to bump into the fat Taoist next to her: "Did you hear that? You go with me."
Sun Zhengde: "...My boss, when you talk like this, it seems to be a bit grudge-y."
Chen Yuan laughed, and the master raised his face from the mouth of the bowl and laughed too. Although he didn't know why the disciple was laughing, he was right to laugh along with him.
After a while, the two tables over there finished eating and left. Chen Yuan was almost done here. He paid the bill, put down the money for tea and meals, and followed the path the waiter told him.
I was not in a hurry along the way, I walked slowly and leisurely on the side of the road, as if I was sightseeing.
Chen Yuan took advantage of the situation to figure out the method of the Mighty Divine Eyes. Occasionally, he fell into meditation and visualized the chessboard. After two days of travel, the chessboard had been able to hold up for more than ten breaths.
The sun slanted slightly in the afternoon, and the wind blew yellow all over the mountains and fields. The swaying golden colors reflected in the bottom of the eyes, which was a pleasing beauty.