Chapter 58 In front of Yeguo Temple, the noble son of the world
The sky is dark and bright.
The faint morning light shines between the green mountains and clear waters.
The clear singing voice of the fisherman floated from a distance, accompanied by the calming rhythm of the paddle hitting the water, frightening away the birds and beasts at the foot of the mountain and the lake.
A flat boat with a plain cloth belt tied to the side sailed through the mist on the lake and headed towards the distant mountain peak that was as faint as a veil.
The boatman gave up the bow of the boat to the group of young men and women who rented a boat to the mountains early in the morning, but he was rocking the oar at the stern of the boat, humming folk songs, feeling very uncomfortable.
"I didn't expect to find the boatman. We are very lucky. I hope we can see the rumored Buddha's light appear this time."
"Mengyuan, don't you usually hate monks? You always say that there are no true monks in the world. Why did you suddenly change your temper and want to make a wish at Yeguo Temple?"
"My third brother has been missing for many days. Jia Ci has been crying all day long. I also had a whim and wanted to go to the temple to make a wish. Let's just think of it as a last resort. Alas."
The one who sighed softly was a beautiful girl wearing a plain brocade cloak.
His face is like a full moon, his eyes are like autumn water, and there is a touch of sadness lingering between his brows.
At this time, he was surrounded by several young people wearing ordinary clothes.
"Sanlang likes hunting, maybe he just ran a little further this time."
"Yes, with Saburo's martial arts, even twenty or thirty bandits can't get close to him."
"I heard that your father has sent a letter to all counties in the county. I think there will be news about Saburo soon."
All the young people expressed relief one after another.
Beside the crowd, a thin, pale-skinned young man in a gray linen robe suddenly said: "Sanlang is certainly safe from gangsters. I'm just afraid of accidentally meeting a mountain spirit. That's not normal."
A martial artist can handle it."
Zhuo Mengyuan's expression remained unchanged, but there was hidden worry in her eyes.
The other young men couldn't bear to listen, so they immediately turned on the semen-fighting mode.
"Sanlang's martial arts are so outstanding that even the defenders of the city cannot defeat him."
"Mountain spirits and ghosts are imaginary existences of the world, and they have been discussed in Xu Gong's "Book of Taoism" in the past."
"Haha, but you don't know that Brother Fang is a disciple of a master and a master of magic. If there are no monsters and monsters in the world, wouldn't his 'magic magic' be useless?"
Listening to everyone's teasing and ridicule, the young man in gray robe just shook his head slightly.
"A human warrior who can protect himself in the face of spirits must be at least in the second stage of Qi Sense, which you can't understand. As for spirits and monsters, Xu Gong's writings never say that they don't exist. Sometimes.
It's right next to you, right under your noses, but you don't even know it."
As he spoke, the gray-robed young man's gaze passed through the crowd and went straight to the stern of the boat.
The boatman, who was about fifty years old, wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat with a slight beard, was squinting his eyes slightly, rocking the oar and humming a tune, burping from time to time, his cheeks were red, and he looked like he was still hungover.
Everyone followed the gray-robed young man's gaze and saw the boatman, then looked at each other and laughed.
"Fang Ziqi, Fang Ziqi, you don't want to say that this boatman is a monster, do you?"
"Brother Fang, you just learned the art of catching herbs from a passing Confucian scholar for three months. You don't have to pretend to be a worldly expert all day long, right?"
"I heard that Mr. Fang had already made you hang up three times in order to get you to give up practicing Taoism and go back to the county to study. He tried so hard that he almost knelt down to you, but in the end he still couldn't make you change your mind. He spent the whole day telling people how much he regretted last year.
I got to know that down-and-out Confucian scholar."
Listening to the cynicism of his companions, Fang Ziqi remained calm and calm.
"If you don't believe it, let's see how I can make him show his true form."
He took out a white cloth bag and took out a handful of crushed, granular unknown herbs. He made several circles in the air, murmured something, and then slapped down hard.
Snapped!
There was a low crisp sound, and the rubbed herbs under the young man's palm disappeared out of thin air and disappeared.
Several young people who were laughing and joking were suddenly startled, their expressions restrained, and their faces showed surprise.
"Ouch!"
More than ten steps away, at the stern of the boat, the boatman, smelling of alcohol, suddenly screamed strangely, covering the right side of his face and leaning slightly.
Everyone didn't dare to blink. They moved closer to each other and stared at the boatman closely. They felt their hearts beating fast.
The old man slowly removed his palm, lowered his head, rubbed his eyes, looked at the granular purple grass powder in confusion, and then stretched out his tongue to lick it.
"What is this, um... a little salty, grass salt?"
At the bow of the ship, Fang Ziqi was stunned on the spot: "How could it be...shouldn't it show up immediately?"
The other young men all burst into laughter.
"Fang Ziqi, is this the technique you spent a hundred taels of silver to learn from an expert?"
"Isn't it just a trick? No wonder Master Fang was so angry that he wanted to sever the father-son relationship with Zi Qi."
Fang Ziqi was silent, looking at the yawning boatman, his expression gradually became serious.
Zhuo Mengyuan glanced at Fang Ziqi complicatedly and shook her head slightly at him.
Then she took a few steps, crossed her arms and saluted the old man at the stern of the boat: "This companion is a little rude, look at the bottom of the ocean."
The boatman smacked his lips and waved his hands.
"You're welcome, little lady. The grass salt has just the right saltiness. It will be delicious if eaten with the fish belly. Can the young man give me some more?"
There was another low laugh from the bow of the ship.
Fang Ziqi's face turned red.
Just as Zhuo Mengyuan was about to speak, her peripheral vision fell towards the shore of the lake not far away, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
On the bluestone in front of the diagonal, a monk is sitting cross-legged, his snow-white robes fluttering in the lake wind.
Under the morning light, that young and handsome face seemed to be coated with a layer of gold powder.
Although her eyes were closed as if she was still resting contentedly, her smile without any trace of confusion made the girl's heart beat faster.
"Is that the monk from Yeguo Temple?" Zhuo Mengyuan whispered.
The old man at the stern of the boat cast his gaze along the lower edge of the bamboo hat to the monk on the stone, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.
"No, that must be a foreign monk."
There was a trace of curiosity in Zhuo Mengyuan's eyes: "Oh? In addition to Yeguo Temple, there are actually monks in Guangyuan County? So is he here to beg for alms, or is he just making orders?"
Several young masters also saw the monk.
"What a coincidence, I met the monk before I even entered the temple."
"What a charming monk. With such an appearance, even a fake monk would recognize him."
"Where are you going, young master? Do you need someone to give you a ride?"
Fang Ziqi frowned slightly: "Don't cause trouble randomly."
"Ayo, Master Fang, could it be that that monk was also transformed by a spirit?"
"That's not true, it's just..."
"What's wrong with giving him a ride?" Zhuo Mengyuan interrupted and said, "Boatman, dock."
There was something strange in the boatman's eyes, but without saying a word, he slowly leaned towards the shore while shaking his hand.
…
The distant noise and the sound of the oar hitting the water floated into Zhou Yi's ears, breaking the long-lost tranquility in the lake in his heart.
He opened his eyes, raised his arms, and stretched out.
"The so-called night horse can only appear from dusk to dawn."
Zhou Yi looked inside the Dantian.
The dark horse shadow was standing quietly beside Jianwan.
Lifelike and lifelike.
It's like an exquisite handicraft that combines all human ingenuity.
It is really unimaginable that when it opens its eyes, grows in size, and then steps on its hooves.
It only took less than a night to bring myself to the Yeguo Temple.