Jia Fei had just turned the first page, and Hu Meizi in the demon pill had barely read a few lines before she raised her hand and slapped herself, cursed secretly, and then staggered again, almost falling into the demon pill.
"Put it away quickly!"
After she screamed in surprise, she hurriedly crossed her legs and adjusted her breathing to meditate.
After more than ten breaths, she slowly opened her watery eyes, bit her silver teeth secretly, and squeezed out each word from her mouth:
"damned!"
"What's wrong?"
Jia Fei asked in confusion.
"call!"
Hu Meizi adjusted her breathing again before speaking:
"The words in this book are all the meanings of the scriptures written in Xirong Sanskrit."
"The meaning of the Sanskrit scriptures of Xirong? Isn't it a barbarian script? Could it be that the two people who were kidnapped and killed were not barbarians but monks?"
After Jia Fei finished speaking, he was about to check the two corpses in the grass, but was stopped by Cheng Yu.
"Don't worry! Look at those small red words again, are they comments?"
When Jia Fei heard this, he stopped and opened the first book again. Only then did he realize that there were lines of small red words written in the blank space. The strokes and font structure seemed to be quite different from the large words in the main text.
"These red letters are indeed the writings of barbarians. They are brought close to my eyes, waiting for me to take a closer look."
After Hu Meizi finished speaking, Jiafei held the book closer. After Hu Meizi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she slowly opened a small slit and squinted to look carefully.
"If they are annotations, they are all commentaries on Sanskrit in Manzi language."
She only dared to look at it twice this time, and after roughly understanding it, she stopped looking at it in detail.
"After these barbarians interpret the meaning of Xirong's scriptures, are they going to take them back to Mobei?"
Jia Fei asked doubtfully.
Cheng Yu nodded slightly:
"That's why they are wearing Kyushu costumes, and because they don't dare to make any big show in the hinterland of the Kyushu capital, they are just two of them sneaking around at night, but they don't want to be killed by this archer who can walk through the city as soon as they leave the capital."
"But the Mobei barbarians, why do you want to read the books of Monk Xirong?"
"These must be scriptures."
"Sutras? Is the Xirong monk going to spread the Dharma to Mobei?"
Cheng Yu did not answer Jia Fei's question, but had other thoughts.
He turned to look at Hu Meizi and asked:
"I think you seem to have some connection with Xirong Buddhism?"
When Hu Meizi, who was continuing to adjust her breath, asked, she actually sneered:
"That's right! What Lang Jun said is absolutely true. My Hu family has lived in the southwest of Kyushu for a long time, and has always been involved in Xirong Buddhism."
"Is that why your Hu family is famous for your charm skills?"
Hu Meizi ignored Jia Fei's interruption and continued to say coldly:
"For generations, the Buddhist sect of Xirong has bewitched countless children of my Hu family. They are willing to enslave them. If they meet those who are determined and can't bewitched, they will directly use magic to kill them. My Hu family can be said to have a sworn relationship with the Buddhist sect of Xirong.
hatred."
When Hu Meizi mentioned this, Jia Fei suddenly remembered the golden thread that bound his demon elixir before, as well as the Xirong monk's "double cultivation" or even "multiple cultivations" that he had talked with Hu Meizi earlier, and his cheeks suddenly turned red.
“How was slavery driven?”
She finally couldn't help but asked softly.
“It may be a mountain guarding beast, or a food-cooking slave, or even worse, it may be domesticated into a mount, euphemistically called a divine beast, bah!
They themselves are obviously quite accomplished, and even some old thieves have mounts that are not as fast as they can move around on their own, but they are not willing to condescend to move, insisting on using the beasts on their crotches to show their different identities, bah
Bah bah!”
"As expected..."
Jia Fei murmured to himself, looking forward to the sky.
"Left path! The ultimate left path! As for the scroll just now, I only took a few glances at it and felt very angry. Fortunately, my sister doesn't understand Sanskrit, so I burned it quickly."
Hu Meizi became more and more angry as she talked, but Jiafei was awakened by his words and hurriedly took out the flint and fire fold, and was about to open the three scriptures in his hand and burn them.
Under the reflection of the flint, the strange-shaped words on the scriptures came into view again, and Hu Meizi's impatient urgings once again sounded in the sea of consciousness.
"puff!"
Jia Fei opened his mouth and put the fire fold on the fire fold to blow out the flames, then opened the brocade bag and put the three scriptures together with the flint fire fold into the bag.
"Eh? Why don't you burn it, girl? Don't be careless..."
Hu Meizi asked in confusion, and didn't forget to urge her again.
Jia Fei snorted proudly and did not answer.
When Cheng Yu heard this, he probably guessed the cat demon's intentions. He couldn't hold back his laughter and said in his consciousness:
"According to your idea, it doesn't matter to you that you don't understand these scriptures anyway..."
As for the rest, he didn't mention it in detail, but how smart was Hu Meizi's mind? He immediately followed up:
"It doesn't matter to you, the co-authorship is..."
She forced herself to swallow the second half of the words, but she was not forgiving. She just opened her mouth and cursed Jia Fei in three words without saying a word.
Cheng Yu, who was watching, saw everything, and the three words on his lips were clearly:
"Small**!"
"What did you say?"
Cheng Yu had already seen it, and Jiafei knew it very well. Seeing that the two banshees were about to tear each other apart again, Jiafei even reached for the few scriptures in the bag and forced Hu Meizi to appreciate them again.
There was a sudden commotion in the cat demon consciousness. Only Cheng Yu noticed that the Junyi lying on the ground had faintly woken up and turned around.
He exited the qi connection with Jia Fei and squatted next to Junyi. He saw that the three soul fires on his body were thicker than before.
"I...am I still alive?"
After Junyi murmured to himself, he lowered his head to inspect his injuries.
However, he discovered that the horrific wound on his shoulder was no longer bleeding and had been bandaged properly.
Then he gently pressed the periphery of the wound with his hand, and found that even the black iron arrowhead stuck in the flesh had been pulled out, and he knew that he was still alive.
Turning his head to look at the corpses of the thieves lying next to him, his eyes finally settled on Mr. Wensheng in white, who had been squatting beside him.
Take a closer look at this person, his face is as white and warm as jade, his hair is neatly tied, and there are still some green hair scattered on the temples. He is dressed in a white shirt and a gentleman's uniform, elegant yet steady, with a cyan jade gourd hanging around his waist, and a bag behind him.
There is a sword in a jet black python leather scabbard. You can tell that these two objects are extraordinary at first glance.
Looking at the other young man in green shirt next to him, he is also handsome and elegant. At this point, he fully understands that the reason why he is still alive is because he met a noble person to save him.
"My benefactor is above, and I will bow to you."
After Junyi finished speaking, he was about to stand up and prostrate himself, but was held down gently by Cheng Yu:
"Your wound has been treated cleanly. Fortunately, no muscles or bones were injured, but don't move rashly. It will take some time to recover."
After being reminded by Cheng Yu, Junyi suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly looked up at the sky. He saw stars all over the sky and a lonely moon hanging in the middle. He felt that it must have just entered the second watch, and he finally felt at ease:
"No! Sir, you don't know. I have an important mission. I must rush to the inn outside the city before the fourth watch. I must not delay, otherwise my head will not be saved."
After saying that, he stood up forcibly, endured the pain and checked the two bags behind him, and saw that the apricot-yellow document bags inside were in good condition.
It was just that the apricot-yellow flag on the back was a little crooked. I knew it must be caused by the previous fight with the thieves, so I straightened the flag, cupped my fists and saluted Cheng Yu and Jia Fei deeply:
"My name is Wu Dingliu. I have thanked two benefactors for their generous rescue. Looking at my benefactor's clothes and manners, I wonder if he is a young man from an aristocratic family in the city? I wonder if you can tell me my name so that I can offer incense to my benefactor in the future."
Memorial tablet, try your best to repay the great kindness of saving your life!"
When Cheng Yu heard that there was another incense tablet, he shook his head and waved his hands. After looking at each other again, he smiled helplessly and said:
"We are traveling people, and we only encounter uneven roads. You must not set up an incense memorial tablet for me."
"I don't want it either!"
Jia Fei also laughed and said.
When Wu Dingliu saw that Cheng Yu and Jia Fei both wanted to say goodbye, he just said that the other party did not want to show their respect, so he no longer forced it, and simply lay down and "dong dong!" and kowtowed twice, waiting for the third time.
Cheng Yu hurriedly helped him up.
Seeing that the other party wanted to salute, Cheng Yu could only urge:
"Since you are in a hurry, you don't have to stick to these common etiquettes here. Go and make business as soon as possible. Just be careful not to involve the wound on your shoulder immediately."
"then!"
Jia Fei handed the half bag of cheese skin to Wu Dingliu. Wu Dingliu took it, unscrewed the stopper and smelled it. He frowned, raised his head and asked:
"Are you two... from Mobei? It doesn't look like..."
After hearing this, Jia Fei briefly recounted the whole story. Wu Dingliu looked at it from a distance, and sure enough, there were two more bodies lying there. He weighed the skin bag in his hand, and suddenly felt that his mouth was unbearably thirsty, so he stopped being polite.
After raising his head and taking a few big sips, he handed the bag back to Jia Fei and thanked him:
"Thank you so much, my benefactor. It's just a skinny bag. If I take it back to the inn, I won't be able to argue with you!"
Jia Fei understood immediately and took the skin bag back.
After Wu Dingliu thanked him again, he knew that he could not delay any longer, so he turned around and found his two horses. When he was about to mount the horse, he happened to see the corpse of his companion on the ground. He immediately straightened his clothes, bowed deeply and choked with sobs:
"Good brother, it's easy for you to leave. I'll come back and settle my good brother after I've done business for my brother."
After saying that, he turned around and climbed onto the horse's back. After riding the horse for a while, he gritted his teeth and whipped the horse before driving away.
After running a few steps, Wu Dingliu reined in the horse's head and shouted to Cheng Yu:
"Two benefactors, please leave this place quickly. When I pass by Zhuangzi in front of me later, I will sound the gong to notify the local Baozheng to come here to collect the body."
"Ta-ta! Ta-ta!"
Seeing Wu Dingliu walking away, Jia Fei threw away the almost empty leather bag in his hand, picked up the other full one, shook Cheng Yu's arm and said with a smile:
"Come on, make me that mango or some ice."
"Well, let's go, the land security will be here soon."
Cheng Yu'er heard a dense sound of gongs in the distance, which was particularly loud in the silent night sky.
Outside the Zhuangzi where the birthday party is located, two people, one white and one green, are sitting on a branch, each holding a lotus leaf in their hands.
Jia Fei even rolled it into a funnel shape, then lifted up his neck and took a mouthful of chopped mango mixed with smoothie buttermilk.
"Grrrrrrrr! Ugh... ah! Don't tell me, this buttermilk is mixed with mango and ice, and most of the salty and sour taste is eliminated, but it creates some different flavors."
Jia Fei couldn't stop eating, and actually ate all the mango smoothie in the lotus leaf in his hand. Then he looked at Cheng Yu as if he was worried, and stopped after only two bites.
"What? Doesn't this mango smoothie taste like Brother Cheng's before?"
When Cheng Yu asked, he lowered his head and looked at the lotus leaf in his hand, then looked at the one in the cat demon's hand, and suddenly laughed dumbly and said:
"Aren't you... here to ask for mango smoothie for those kids? Why did you finish it all yourself?"
Jia Fei chuckled:
"This... the children have all gone to bed now, and they are still young, have weak stomachs, and it is late at night, so they cannot eat these. I will make some for them tomorrow. Anyway, the cheese has been frozen, and
There's half left, keep it until tomorrow, it won't go bad, right?"
Jia Fei was still talking to himself. Cheng Yu looked at the quiet village in front of him, then turned to look behind him in the direction of the capital. After pondering for a moment or two, he asked:
"So, you still want to stay in this troupe tomorrow?",
"Why not? There will be a church tomorrow...well...what Brother Cheng means is..."
The more the cat demon spoke, the less confident he became. He looked at Cheng Yu and saw a profound meaning in his eyes...
