North of the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.
The gurgling stream is about ten miles away.
Zhou Yi stopped in front of a teahouse next to an official road station.
"That's it."
Zhou Yiyao glanced at the small village with only a blurry shadow at the end of the smoke and dust, and nodded with satisfaction.
"This distance should be about the same."
After listening to the monk's soliloquy, Xiangzhu opened the curtain in front of the tea room, turned around and asked, "Sir, where is that woman who knows how to perform arts?"
Zhou Yi took the tea from Dr. Tea and said with a smile: "People who debuted in the water acrobatic troupe naturally went back to the water."
Xiangzhu rolled her eyes and thought the monk was joking.
But she was very happy to be able to part ways with Li Jiuniang for the time being.
This young lady surnamed Li, who is ranked ninth, clearly wants to seduce a simple monk who knows nothing about men and women.
Hum, as expected, the older you get, the less shameful you become!
Zhou Yi lowered his head and looked at the swaying water shadow in the pottery bowl.
Li Jiuniang sneaked into the Yuqing River with her sword to rescue the soldiers.
The strange bird monster possessing Chen Chi should be able to guess something about this.
But it still goes its own way, looking confident and confident.
This may illustrate two points.
One, that monster is very strong, so strong that it ignores the Yuqingshui Mansion behind Carp Girl.
Second, what it is waiting for must be an incredible treasure.
"But why did you choose a remote place like Wangcai Village?"
It was only then that Zhou Yifang became a little curious.
He opened the lines of small black characters hidden in the air.
The small black characters describe more of the things in the world, and less than one-thousandth of them are about monsters and ghosts.
Zhou Yi is still exploring the rules for the appearance of small black characters.
Even so, as long as you are careful and patient, you can always find clues.
"Xiangzhu, little monk, please be distracted and wake me up if something happens."
After saying that, Zhou Yi was immersed in the ocean of information composed of tens of thousands of small black characters.
Xiangzhu had long been accustomed to this. She held her chin with her hands and happily admired the monk whose expression became cute and cute.
The sound of horse hooves sounded from far to near.
"Xu..."
Not long after, a group of travelers dressed as merchants filed in.
There were old and young, men and women. Although they were tired from traveling and traveling, there was no look of fatigue on their face and eyes. On the contrary, they were full of energy.
"Where is Dr. Tea? There is no need to look for money to make tea for everyone."
"The inn next door seems to have been abandoned for many years. The innkeeper should quickly get some fodder for the horses that are waiting."
"Boy, how many households are there in these eight villages in ten miles? Is there any chance that someone can catch the nearest temple fair?"
While the merchants were drinking hot tea and eating the naan cakes they brought with them, they asked the shopkeeper and asked questions.
Three people are sitting at the wooden table in the middle.
An old man with a yellow face and gray beard and hair, and eyebrows like an undercut.
A handsome young man with his hair tied up in a scarf and a long gown.
And a tall woman wearing a lake blue cloth skirt and a wooden hairpin.
The three of them have been silent since entering the door, as if they each have their own thoughts.
But not long after they sat down, their eyes turned to the corner of the tea house - there was a bald young man wearing a white robe sitting there.
From the back, he looked like a monk, but next to him was a pretty girl who was bringing tea and water.
And looking at the girl's posture, the relationship between the two seems to be very ambiguous.
The young man in the scarf looked at the fragrant beads, with a look of surprise on his face, as if he had never expected to meet a young lady with such a mark outside this small county in Jiannan Road.
Immediately, he twitched his eyebrows lightly, put down the tea bowl with a "snap", and hummed: "Yin Monk."
The tea room suddenly became quiet.
The yellow-faced old man drank tea and ate naan cakes with relish.
The tall woman shook her head slightly towards the young man.
In the corner, Xiangzhu considerately filled up tea for Zhou Yi, who looked cute, and then turned sideways and glanced at the young man.
"Have you eaten too much salted eggs? Are they so salty that your eggs hurt?"
The young man was not upset, he stood up, crossed his hands, and smiled gently.
"To tell you the truth, little lady, on our way south, we have seen some people in the countryside being bewitched by demonic monks in evil temples. In today's world, Buddhism has withered, all temples are closed, and there are no real monks. Little lady, please don't If you are seduced by a liar, you will lose both your life and money."
Xiangzhu sneered and said: "According to your opinion, I am just a country woman? Haha, you merchants are really interesting. You are as generous as a country rich man. Before drinking tea, you secretly tested the poison with a silver needle. When you come in and sit down, it's like a military formation. You also pester the shopkeepers to ask questions and get information. May I ask you, military men, pretending to be businessmen, what is the purpose of coming to this rural place like ours?"
The expressions of all the merchants changed.
The handsome young man wearing a blue scarf also had sharp eyes.
He stood up suddenly, wearing a lavender cloud-embroidered wide robe with fluttering sleeves, making him appear elegant and outstanding.
"How did you know..."
"Sanlang, that's enough." But the yellow-faced old man interrupted, "We've almost rested, it's time to leave."
The tall and slender woman also said: "Zhuo Jun, don't want to add extraneous matters, business matters are more important. This young lady has extraordinary knowledge, and she will not make any mistakes even if she thinks about it."
Zhuo Sanlang knew that his companion's words were also a roundabout way of reminding the young lady, so he couldn't help but sigh secretly, slightly cupped his hands towards Xiangzhu, and left the table with his companion.
After taking two steps, he still felt unwilling.
"Little lady..."
The moment he turned back, the white-robed monk finally turned his head.
The afternoon sun shines through the window lattice and onto that impeccably handsome side face.
Zhuo Sanlang was stunned.
He comes from a famous family, has been wearing hairpins for generations, has outstanding appearance, and is very proud of himself.
But when I saw that handsome monk, I actually felt ashamed of myself.
The tall woman on the side was also startled, and then her eyes became solemn.
It was really strange for such a handsome monk to suddenly appear in such a wilderness, accompanied by a young lady with a hot figure.
On a normal day, she would have gone to inquire about it.
But now is really not the time.
"It is said that Buddhism is pure and the four elements are empty before you can cultivate great virtues. However, in today's world, demons are rampant, monsters are everywhere, and those whose six roots are impure should return to secular life as soon as possible to avoid making mistakes."
The woman stared at Zhou Yi and said meaningfully.
Zhou Yi had just finished reading thousands of small black characters, and looked confused. He was stunned and asked Xiangzhu in a low voice: "Is she talking to me?"
Xiangzhu looked at the monk who had recovered from his habitual "daze" and chuckled: "Yes, they all say you are a perverted monk."
Zhou Yi was astonished, and then sighed softly: "Is this young monk going to be popular? Even strangers recognize him. Amitabha, that's good, that's good. I'm Yichen, everyone, please be polite."
Xiangzhu suppressed her laughter and said seriously: "Yes, sir, the name of the silver monk with wonderful hands will surely spread throughout the Tang Dynasty sooner or later. I hope that sir can really live up to his name."
The "merchants" who had not yet left the teahouse all changed their faces.
...Wonderful Masturbation Monk?
While the monk was reciting such an evil name to himself, he smiled and nodded slightly to them. He was simply blatant and extremely daring. He thought he often bullied men and women, so he should be a big bully here.
Zhuo Sanlang's face was cold and his eyes were cold: "Young lady, are you going to let this shameless monk go now?"
The tall slender woman suppressed the cold light in her eyes and said through a message: "If this is really the case, it won't be too late to kill him after tonight."
The sun sets in the west.
Zhou Yilian ordered four pots of tea, but Li Jiuniang was still nowhere to be seen.
Nearly an hour has passed since the time agreed by Li Jiuniang.
Xiangzhu played with the teapot impatiently: "Yin Monk, how long do we have to wait?"
Zhou Yi gently put down the tea bowl.
"It seems like she won't be able to come. After all, she has betrayed the little monk's trust."
Xiangzhu muttered: "I know she is unreliable. Sir, let's go back home."
Today's trip to Wangcai Village failed to find out the details of Chen Chi, but we finally discovered the monk's ability - at least he is a Qi Sheng martial arts master.
For fragrant beads, it is enough.
She stood up, only to find that the monk was still bowing his head in deep thought.
"gentlemen?"
After a while, Zhou Yi raised his head: "I'll go back to Xu Mansion later..."
It is true that he is a coward and a fake monk.
Careful about everything, greedy for life and afraid of death.
I always like to hide in the dark and spy on the twisted and moral corruption of human nature in this world.
But a whole afternoon passed, and the scene at the entrance of the village still lingered in his mind and couldn't be driven away.
Even drinking four pots of tea in succession could not calm him down completely.
Since this can't change the story, we can only...just follow our heart.
Moreover, the monster also mentioned the "Monk Killing Order" and would come to trouble him sooner or later.
"...Although we have been let go, we still have to go to Wangcai Village again."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a dark blue light pillar suddenly rising from the small village in the distance.
Above the light pillar, there was a smoky blood cloud.
In the dark, something seemed to be giving birth, and then disappeared in an instant.
The air in the tea house is like thick water vapor.
Suddenly, it swayed and twisted.
A line of small black characters newly "released" rises from it.
'...In Wangcai Village, there is a demon possessing a young man who is grabbing rare treasures. There are also warriors pretending to be merchants and are about to drive horses into the village...'
"Are they the same group of merchants just now? Their target is indeed Wangcai Village."
Zhou Yi's eyes flashed, he whispered the Buddha's name, and stood up slowly: