"Junior Brother Zhiyuan's hometown is Cangzhou." Zhishan thought for a moment and said calmly, "What's more, Junior Brother Zhiyuan is also responsible for cleaning the Sutra Pavilion on weekdays. So now we can only go to Cangzhou first.
Went, after all, there are no other clues."
"Hey..." Hua Weiluo sighed, sat on the edge of the carriage, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the carriage, looked outside for a while, and then whispered in a low voice: "I always feel that the person who stole the scriptures
, shouldn’t be Junior Brother Zhiyuan…”
Xiaobai looked up at the flowers before they fell and then at Zhishan, turned his ears, yawned, and continued to sleep.
The road has been heading north since going down the mountain. When it was getting dark, we finally arrived at Tongli Town, north of Qingxin Mountain.
"Second Senior Brother, it's getting late, let's stop here in Tongli Town and rest today." Zhimei turned around and lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked Zhishan.
"Okay." Zhishan nodded, turned around and looked at Hua Weiluo, who was leaning on the carriage carriage and about to fall asleep due to the bumps. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to push her shoulder and said: "Get off the car, we are here today.
Stay here."
"Okay..." Hua Weiluo replied weakly.
Although this ancient carriage looked luxurious, the wheels were still made of wood and did not even have any rubber. The road conditions along the way down the mountain were quite steep and extremely bumpy. She was swinging back and forth on the carriage, feeling even
I almost vomited out yesterday's meal.
"Senior Sister, what's wrong with you? You look like you don't look well." Zhizhen turned to look at Hua Weiluo, who had a pale face, and asked carefully.
"It's okay...it's just that the conditions on the way down the mountain are too...beyond my expectations..." Hua Weiluo waved his hand, shook his head towards them and said, "I'll just rest for a while, it's okay."
"We have arrived at the Yuelai Inn. Senior sister, please get off the car slowly." Seeing this, Zhimei quickly stretched out a hand, intending to hold the flower before it fell.
Intentionally or unintentionally, Zhishan was already one step ahead of him. He held Hua's arm with a big hand, and with a little force, he helped her out of the car.
"Woman, your little body is too weak. It's only half a day's journey, and you can't do it. Didn't you say it would take about fifteen days to go to Cangzhou? Now from now on, you have to look like this half-dead person every day.
Huh??" Xiaobai jumped out of the carriage after the two of them, and just as he was about to walk to Yuelai Inn, he was pulled hard by Zhizhen.
"What??" Xiaobai turned around and looked at Zhizhen with a puzzled face.
"Your scholar's hat." Zhizhen handed a scholar's square scarf to Xiaobai, then pointed at his ears and said, "Cover it."
"Oh, I almost forgot." Xiaobai smiled gratefully at Zhizhen, quickly took the hat from his hand and put it on his head, and then followed them into the inn.
"Hey, Taoist priests, you are here!!" The waiter saw that the three Taoist priests, Zhizhen, Zhishan, and Zhimei, were all ready, and hurriedly came up to say hello: "The rooms of the Taoist priests have been reserved.
, Taoist priests, please help yourself!!"
"Waiter!!" Zhimei reached out and waved to the waiter, and then said to the waiter: "Give us another room."
"Ah??" The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then asked strangely: "Don't the Taoist priests only have one room when they come here on weekdays?"
