Chapter 301: Leaving Yujian in the west, the yellow sand is thousands of miles away
"My boss is that monk Zhenhai."
Sun Zhengde came over and whispered: "Why did he appear on the road? Could it be a scam? We still have to be careful, what if he is transformed into that concubine and confuses us?"
"When did you become so smart?"
"I have always been very smart, but I rarely have the opportunity to show it in front of my boss."
"Stop it."
Chen Yuan pushed his round face away with a smile, got out of the car and rushed towards the monk over there, raising her hands: "Why are you waiting for me here, young master?"
"Haha, the poor monk actually arrived two days earlier."
Monk Zhenhai was very familiar with Chen Yuan, and he was not too polite. He followed Chen Yuan to the ox cart with his seal upright, and glanced at the old ox along the way, which scared the latter so much that he clamped his tail.
'Sure enough, you still miss me, just like that crazy old man...'
"Let's go, what are you looking for?" The fat Taoist called out knowingly, and moved to the side to make room. The crazy old man glanced at the monk who came over, and shook the toad in front of him: "This one has also become a spirit.
Yes, do you want it?"
The hanging toad Zi Xing bulged its toad eyes and screamed "croak". The monk who came up smiled and pushed it back. "Master, I still keep this kind of little monster in my hands to play with, but be careful not to be caught by it."
Its poison has splashed on the body. If one day it does evil and causes trouble, the poor monk will kill it with his own hands!"
The ox cart started to drive slowly, and Monk Zhenhai realized that something was missing.
"By the way, where is the donor's white snake?"
"You think it's you Fahai, don't worry about the white snake." Chen Yuan put the book in his arms and hung one foot outside the cart, scratching the grass below.
"She has been certified and is practicing near Yulong Mountain. You arrived two days early, so why didn't you show up?"
"When the poor monk came, you had already gone to the grassland. You didn't like the crowds, so you were meditating in the mountains. When I saw you leaving Feiyan Pass in the west, I guessed that you were going to the west to find the concubine. The poor monk happened to want to
See what the Western world is like, and whether the monsters and monsters are the same as ours in Middle Earth."
The monk who co-authored this book went there to see these things? Was this to prepare for the merger of China and the West?
Chen Yuan couldn't help but joke as he thought about it: "Western demons are probably just some that can't be put on the stage. There are probably werewolves, vampires, witches and the like."
"A werewolf? A wolf that has become a spirit? A vampire... This name is a bit interesting. It is somewhat similar to the ghost that sucked human blood that the poor monk descended on Qishan before. Who is this witch? Is it some kind of evil cultivator?"
Chen Yuan was stunned by the monk's self-justifying explanation. When he thought about it carefully, he realized that it was really close to him.
"Perhaps it is true as the young master said."
The monk plucked his beads and looked at the endless sea of grass in front of him. He gradually became fascinated and asked, "In addition to Concubine, are there other gods in the west? If there are, what are they like? If there are evil gods who do many evil things, I don't know how poor a monk is.
Can the Great Demon-Conquering Seal be conquered?"
Good guy, no wonder you are so fascinated, you want to have a fight...
The oxcart was slowly moving westward along the sea of cao amid the chatter between Chen Yuan and Zhenhai, the occasional jokes from the fat Taoist, and the noise of the car going crazy.
The Yuejie tribe passing by probably already knew what happened in the royal court, so they became cautious and became hostile when looking at the passing ox carts. There were even Qingqi chasing them out of the tribe, hoping to capture Chen Yuan and others.
, we still have to kidnap the old cow pulling the cart. After all, cows with such a physique are extremely rare.
Chen Yuan looked back and saw that an arrow missed and even flew past his protruding face. He looked at the dozen riders behind him, narrowed his eyes, and casually threw the money bag tied around his waist to the grass.
In an instant, the mouth of the bag was loosened, and a bunch of copper coins jumped out, stood on the ground and rolled towards the running horse. The moment the horse's hoof collapsed, they all jumped up, melted the flesh under the horse's belly and burrowed inside.
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With the sudden severe pain, the pursuing horses screamed and fell to the ground one after another and slid two feet. The knights above also fell dizzy and were in pain all over. However, before they could get up, they saw the horses' backs were broken with blood and flesh.
Open it, and a bloody copper shot out, instantly getting into their mouths.
It quickly slid down the esophagus, and the Hu soldiers held their chests in pain, or rolled around on their abdomens. After a while, their bellies burst open, and the bloody copper coins rolled on the ground, losing their blood stains, and jumped back into their money bags one by one.
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On the slowly moving bullock cart, Chen Yuan casually reached out to a stall outside the cart. The money bag flew straight back into his hand and was immediately hung on his waist.
"My Buddha is compassionate." Monk Zhenhai closed his eyes and lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name. Sun Zhengde next to him laughed and said, "Where did your enthusiasm for killing before go? How come you are reciting compassion now?"
"The fat donor misunderstood. The poor monk said that the donor was too merciful."
Sun Zhengde held up his sleeves and pointed at his round face, "Don't I have a surname? What a fat donor, do you know how to speak? If you don't, just say less."
Such bickering made the oxcart lively. Chen Yuan enjoyed the lively and long journey. On the way to the Western Regions, he could see that many tribes had begun to migrate in the past few days. Some tribes had begun to migrate.
A war even broke out, with another tribe fighting fiercely.
The chaos after the death of Yue Jie Great Khan Bakuer and a group of nobles and military officials gradually emerged.
Chen Yuan's idea of making a living was also due to the fact that like the Posana Kingdom in the Western Regions, many of its dependent cities began to split up and wars broke out everywhere. Only in this situation could the interests of the Jin state be aligned.
Along the way, Chen Yuan, Zhenhai Monk, and Fat Taoist saw the demise and growth of each tribe, and continued to kill and attack each other until one side was wiped out and occupied the other side's grassland, women and children, and watched a large number of
The heads of young men were beheaded; watching the fire devour the tents in this late autumn; watching many women being violated and the children crying, I thought of the tragedy of these prairie people when they went south to the north of Jin.
Fortunately, there were some happy things on the way to the Western Regions.
Finally, they met a group of more than a dozen barbarian priests. After a fight, they were captured by Chen Yuan and monk Zhenhai. They learned that they were originally stationed near the border of the Western Region to prevent and spread their faith. They learned that the royal court was destroyed and the divine tent was destroyed.
It was burned down and I came back all the way.
Afterwards, they were handed over by Chen Yuan to the crazy old man, who was as happy as a child, looking at a group of gray sheep and deer-headed priests who still didn't know what was going to happen.
soon.
Behind the slowly moving bullock cart were more than a dozen inflated human-shaped balloons, which were pulled and floating in mid-air on the cart. The crazy old man was pulling a deer-headed priest and running wildly on the grassland as if flying a kite.
At noon on the seventh day, we entered Chuangansha Prefecture, and further ahead was Yujian Pass.
Seven hundred miles to the west, Gobi grass is rolling in, and the sand dunes are creating golden ripples. It's already December.