Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 222 Itinerary
Creak, creak, the murmur of axles turning in the road.

Going from south to north, passing through the Sikou Pass [-] miles away, and then going northeast to Qi County, and inquire again when you get there.In the past business trips, pedestrians, and slow-moving ox carts, Chen Yuan was dressed in a clean light blue robe, holding a simple scroll and leaning against the door to read books. It is the bell with the blue face and fangs of the ghost head around his waist.

Next to him, there was a round and chubby Taoist priest with a mahogany sword on his back and a whip driving an ox cart. His burden was bulging, which made him feel happy, shaking his head and moaning along the way.

On both sides of the towering carriage at the back, there are carved dragons and phoenixes, and the hanging wind chimes are tinkling non-stop.The undulating mountains along the way, the villages and townships where the smoke is exposed in the yellowish forests, all have different customs and tastes from the Northwest or the South of the Yangtze River.

After turning into the official road, the road surface tends to be flat. The official road extends in all directions and stretches in all directions. Occasionally, there are foot rest shops beside the road, and the sounds of car shafts, livestock, and people around are noisy.

"Apprentice, Master is hungry."

The crazy old man sticks out his gray head from the carriage, holding the wooden crab that his apprentice gave him. Unfortunately, he has exhausted his magic power and can no longer move. On the way, he asks Chen Yuan to play with it a few times to make the crab move. , but Chen Yuan was only allowed to play for two hours a day on the grounds that Master was playful and addicted.

The old man was so angry that he didn't even eat breakfast, hugged the wooden crab, and didn't talk to Chen Yuan all the way, until now his stomach was growling, as if he didn't remember being angry before, he stroked his hair back and pointed forward.

"There's food over there."

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

Chen Yuan put down the book with a smile, and the crazy old man froze for a moment when he said this, then he remembered and slapped his forehead: "Yes, yes, I am angry with you as a teacher, so I decided to talk to you. "

After saying that, he quickly showed an angry face, and turned around holding the crab.

"Master, don't be angry if the disciple apologizes to you."

"Yeah." The crazy old man nodded in satisfaction when he heard the words: "It's not too bad, hurry up and let the fat Taoist priest go, I'm starving to death."

At this time, the teahouse in front was bustling with noise, and the shop guy planned to serve tea and pancakes to one table of guests, and then hurriedly wiped another table where the bill had been paid.

When clearing up the dishes and chopsticks and carrying them to the earthen stove, I heard the unusual sound of wind chimes and murmurs of axles coming from the official road in the south. The tinkling of the bells seemed to drown out the rest of the surrounding sounds. Yue seemed to be singing dryly, causing the diners in the shed to subconsciously tilt their heads.

"...The world is like a quilt...It's not as good as two broken houses...An old tree courtyard, watching the beautiful scenery of the stars...Crush the clouds...The green clothes are thick and long, looking at the clouds and smoke. It's not as good as a road of mortals, a fairy for a lifetime."

The autumn wind brought the official road full of dust, a fat Taoist shaking his head, sang a random song in an ugly voice, and drove the ox cart past the business travelers on the road, and stopped in front of the tea shop.

"Young master, He Daoist, oh, the old man inside, please three of you, the tea is the herbal tea made this morning, it is refreshing and thirst-quenching, and it can also nourish the stomach, the pancakes are stuffed with minced mutton, keep the entrance Fragrant and tender."

The buddy at the roadside teahouse, who has dealt with vendors from south to north all year round, must have good eyesight. The young man in the light blue robe, with his appearance and temperament, is the backbone of the three of them, so he naturally called each other first.

While talking, he also graciously helped Chen Yuan to help the old man in the car down, walked into the tea shed, quickly took the shoulder rag and wiped the table just now again.

"Three bowls of herbal tea, eight pancakes." Chen Yuan smiled and bowed to the guy, took two copper coins and put them in the other's hand, "Please ask me something."

The guy glanced at the shopkeeper, seeing if he was coming, he quickly stuffed the copper into his sleeve, "Just ask the guest officer, if the little one knows, I will tell you."

"The Wanfo Temple, but along this official road, all the way to Qi County?"

The clerk came over with the teapot, set the bowls and chopsticks for the three of them, and quickly replied: "Young Master is going to Wanfo Temple, so you are asking the right person, not the people of Qi County, most of them can't be found from outside."

"Oh? Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is not very famous?"

"It's famous, but it's hard to find. The temple is in the mountains, and there are more than a hundred miles away from Qi County. Ordinary people seldom go there. Even if it is a place, it is difficult to go up the mountain. The mountain road is quite difficult."

The buddy who ate this bowl of rice, as soon as the chatterbox opened, he chattered endlessly about the direction of the past, how high the mountain where the Wanfo Temple is located, how far you can see, and where the scenery is unique, he can pick it up and tell Chen Yuan to return it. A fat Taoist listened.

"Ben Dao thought I had enough talk, but I didn't expect to be able to talk about it here. I am a clerk." Sun Zhengde looked at the tricks of the shop guy who was busy going.

"Everyone has their own way, eat!"

Chen Yuan broke open the pancakes and put them in Master's hands. He only ate half of them, and the two of them took care of the rest. Since he arrived at Jindan, his meals have become much smaller. Sometimes just one meal is enough for a day.

I took out a small piece of the pancake in my hand and put it in my mouth. I also looked at the tea shop. There were guests at the nearby tables, surrounded by twos and threes, chatting with each other, talking about what I had seen and heard from all over the world.

"Brother, are you going to Xiaoqinghe?"

"Well, I just entered Sikouguan by boat, so I'm just stopping at the tea shop, and I'll go there later."

"Then you go there, there will be a good show to watch."

"what is wrong?"

"A man came from the side of Xiaoqing River, who claimed to be a cultivator. He was a talisman and practiced for the people in the town. Some people worried that he was a liar, so they ran to Wanfo Temple to invite an eminent monk, but unfortunately I still have to sell goods Going to Luodu, I didn't have a chance to watch the excitement, so I don't know what's going on now."

Chen Yuan turned her head and took a look. The two tables talking over there were all men traveling around. They were tall and tall, with broad hands and feet, and dark skin. They looked like people who had been away all year round.

The few people talked to each other, Chen Yuan raised her elbow and bumped into the fat Taoist next to her: "Did you hear that? You go together."

Sun Zhengde: "...Boss, you speak like this, there is some kind of grievance."

Chen Yuan laughed, and the master raised his face from the mouth of the bowl, and laughed too. Although he didn't know what the apprentice was laughing at, it was definitely right to follow along.

After a while, the two tables over there left after eating, and Chen Yuan's side was almost done. She paid the bill, put down the money for tea and food, and went along the way the clerk said.

Along the way, I was not in a hurry to hurry, and I walked slowly on the side of the road, just like traveling in the mountains and rivers.

Chen Yuan took advantage of the trend to figure out the technique of Tianwei Shenmu, and occasionally fell into a samadhi, visualizing the chessboard. With the two-day journey, the chessboard has been able to hold up for more than ten breaths.

In the afternoon, the sun slanted slightly, and the wind blew yellow all over the mountains and fields, and pieces of swaying golden yellow reflected in the bottom of the eyes, which was a pleasing beauty.

(End of this chapter)