After Yu Xian took care of Xu Shu, he suddenly felt that the affairs of the monks in front of him were not that important anymore.
The Taoists were just trying to make a fool of themselves, but the Confucians took advantage of their own good nephews.
Due to emotions and reasons, there is no need for me to be in the limelight.
What's more, Qing Qingzi made it clear that it is easy to get rid of evil monks, but it is difficult to enlighten the ignorant people.
What you see before you is just the prelude.
Yu Xian's mind was at a loss, and all he could think about was the transfer of the title to the God of Luoshui.
Qing Qingzi will take him away from Luoyang at any time. If he doesn't solve it early, he may miss his little lover's important event.
Half a day passed, and the monks set off again, heading towards Luoyang leisurely.
Perhaps because the influence of what happened before is still there, many people followed him all the way.
Some even took the initiative to help the monks carry their luggage.
When the monks saw this, they all smiled and let them do what they did.
When it was approaching sunset, the group slowly approached Luoyang.
The fat monk at the head said to everyone, "It's getting late. I won't enter the city today. You believers can make your own choice. Those who want to enter the city can go by themselves. Those who don't want to enter the city can only wait with me in the city."
Sleeping outside."
After hearing this, those who believed in it all shouted, "Of course we are willing to follow the master."
The fat monk smiled, said nothing, and asked people to prepare food.
Yu Xian's body was very exhausted, and he could only make up for it slightly by eating fish on the river these days.
Seeing that the monks had cooked a big pot of rice porridge, I felt a little hungry.
"It's okay to eat a bowl..."
Yu Xian thought, feeling a little moved.
His eyes swept across the long queue, and then he subconsciously looked back.
"Huh?"
Yu Xian looked at a person in the queue in surprise. This person was of medium build, fair-skinned, in his forties, and had an elegant look on his face.
Yu Xian was sure that he had never seen this guy before, but he always felt familiar.
Perhaps Yu Xian had been staring at him for a long time. The man seemed to be aware of it and kept looking around.
Yu Xian was already wondering about his identity, so he didn't hide it immediately.
After a while, the man looked at Yu Xian.
When the man saw Yu Xian, he immediately showed a look of great joy. He immediately stopped queuing and quickly approached Yu Xian.
When Yu Xian saw his behavior, he felt more and more familiar.
When I saw someone approaching, I was about to ask, when I heard the person open his mouth and curse.
"Okay, you little Yu boy, you agreed to wait for me at Hulao Pass, why are you here?"
Yu Xian couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the familiar voice.
"It's you, old man Zuoqiu!"
Then Yu Xian looked at this guy in confusion and asked, "You, you, why are you looking like this?"
"Um?"
Zuoqiu Junyi was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.
He quickly looked around, and saw that his originally elegant and elegant face suddenly had a sinister look on his face.
Then Zuoqiu Junyi took out a writing brush from his sleeve without anyone noticing, and started scribbling on his face.
After a while, Zuoqiu Junyi's face was like a piece of drawing paper, forcibly changed into another appearance.
Yu Xian looked at the familiar old man with a mustache in front of him and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Then he came to his senses and asked doubtfully, "Could it be that you are also learning from the villain?"
The old man Zuoqiu glanced at Yu Xian with disdain, "What do you know about a villain's Confucianism? This is my novelist's method of treating thousands of people with thousands of faces."
"Thousands of people with thousands of faces? What kind of method is this?"
Yu Xian was stunned.
The old man Zuoqiu said proudly, "I am a novelist who describes all kinds of things in the world and all living beings. If I write carefully, I will naturally fall in love with you and become deeply attached to it. That day, I was writing Spring, ahem, and making notes on the Five Classics, and suddenly I felt that the man in the novel
Extraordinary talent, jade-like face, big weapons, well, isn't that what I wrote about? So the more I read, the happier I became, so I took a pen and smeared it on my face at night, and it turned out like this."
Yu Xian was stunned when he heard this.
Then he took another look at the wretched old man stroking his mustache, and he almost wanted to beat him up.
This old guy is so shameless.
What kind of virtue do you have? You actually wrote a spring letter with a sense of empathy.
After the old man Zuoqiu had finished feeling proud, he then thought of business, lowered his face, grabbed Yu Xian's lapel, and yelled viciously, "You little guy, you agreed to wait for me at Hulao Pass, where are you? Where are you?"
"
Yu Xian thought about it and realized that he had indeed forgotten to leave a message to the old man Zuoqiu, so he quickly said, "Discount it."
"Zhe, huh?" When old man Zuoqiu heard this, his face was uncertain for a while, and then he softened and said, "That's pretty much it."
Yu Xian slapped old Zuoqiu's hand away and asked in confusion, "Why are you here, old guy? I think you're fooling around..."
Yu Xian looked at Zuoqiu Junyi's somewhat dirty and torn robe, and didn't know how to put it more euphemistically.
Old man Zuoqiu was furious after hearing this, "How dare you say that! I followed that little demon girl all the way to find you. I wanted to make a big profit. But on the way, I was attacked by some monster. That little demon girl
He is a man without great virtue. He left me and ran away. Not only did I get beaten up, but all my savings over the years were lost."
Yu Xian was shocked when he heard this. He looked at the old man Zuoqiu carefully, with something strange in his eyes.
"You can do it, old man Zuoqiu, even Pheasant Taoist priests didn't beat you to death! That was a big monster that only Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty and the Eighth School Lieutenant of Xiyuan suppressed."
"Alas." Zuoqiu Junyi sighed, quite sad, "I tried my best at that time. While being beaten, I wrote all over my body with clichés that people would forget after reading them. Finally, the monster killed me
Before I beat him to death, let him abandon me."
"Awesome." Yu Xian was a little impressed, "Then you can resist being beaten."
Old man Zuoqiu's face was full of dodge.
"It's not bad. I'm old. I'm old."
Yu Xian and Zuoqiu Junyi didn't know each other well enough to ask about the secret, so Yu Xian could only change the subject, "By the way, where is the little witch?"
The evil disciple Sun actually went to find Zuoqiu Junyi, which was unexpected by Yu Xian.
I didn't expect that this little witch is quite loyal. If I had known, I would have tricked her less often.
"Little witch? How do I know!" Old Man Zuoqiu said angrily, "I only know that she went east."
Yu Xian couldn't help but worry about Diao Chan.
But there was nothing he could do for the moment.
Just as he was thinking about whether to ask Xu Shu and Yingchuan Academy behind him to find a solution from that feather, Zuoqiu Junyi opened his mouth and asked again, "By the way, boy Yu, why are you here?"
Yu Xian didn't hide it from him. He moved his chin forward and said, "Well, it's not just for these monks."
Zuoqiu Junyi's face straightened up after hearing this, and he asked seriously, "Did you also find that they have a problem?"
Yu Xian frowned slightly, "How do you say that?"
Then he explained, "The master's sect has a destiny. It is said that these monks are involved in religious catastrophes, so I came to take a look. At the moment, they seem to be quite well-behaved."