Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 302 West out of Yujian, thousands of miles of yellow sand

"Master, it's the Zhenhai monk."

Sun Zhengde leaned over and whispered, "Why did he appear on the way? Is there any fraud? We still have to be careful, what if the concubine turns us into someone and confuses us?"

"When did you become so smart?"

"Ben Dao has always been very smart, but in front of his boss, he rarely has the opportunity to show it."

"Stop it."

Chen Yuan smiled and pushed his round face away, got out of the car and greeted the monk over there, arched her hands: "Why is little master here, waiting for me?"

"Hehe, the poor monk actually arrived two days earlier."

Monk Zhenhai was very familiar with Chen Yuan, and he was not too polite. He followed Chen Yuan to the ox cart with his seal upright, and glanced at the old ox along the way, which made the latter tighten his tail in fright.

"Sure enough, he still misses me, just like that crazy old man..."

"Let's go, what are you looking at." The fat Taoist called out with interest, and moved to the side to make room for the empty seat. The crazy old man glanced at the monk who came over, and shook the toad in front of him: "This one is also a spirit!" Do you want it?"

The upside-down toad Zixing yelled "quack" with its toad eyes puffed out, and the monk who came up smiled and pushed it back, "Master still keeps this little monster in his hand to play with, but be careful not to be caught by it." It splashed poison on the body. If it does evil one day, the poor monk will bring it down with his own hands!"

The bullock cart started to drive slowly, and then Monk Zhenhai realized that something was missing.

"By the way, where's the donor's white snake?"

"You thought it was you, Fahai, don't keep thinking about the white snake." Chen Yuan put the book in her arms, with one foot hanging out of the car, scraping the grass below.

"I've sealed it for her, and I'm practicing near Yulong Mountain. But you arrived two days earlier, why didn't you show up?"

"When the poor monk came, you had already gone to the grassland. I didn't like the crowds, so I meditated in the mountains. When I saw you leaving Feiyan Pass in the west, I probably guessed that you were going to the west to find the concubine. The poor monk happened to think about it too." See and see what the western world looks like, and whether the demons and ghosts are the same as my middle-earth."

Co-authored this monk in order to see these things?Is this preparing for the merger of China and the West?
Chen Yuan thought about it and couldn't help joking: "Western demons, maybe they are some that can't be on the stage, maybe there are werewolves, vampires, witches and the like."

"A werewolf? A spirited wolf? A vampire... The name is interesting. It is somewhat similar to the blood-sucking ghost that the poor monk descended on Qishan Mountain before. What kind of witch is this? Is it a kind of evil cultivator?"

Chen Yuan was taken aback by the monk's self-justified explanation, but when she thought about it carefully, she was really fucking close.

"Perhaps it is really as the little master said."

The monk picked up the Buddha beads, looked at the endless sea of ​​grass in front of him, and gradually became fascinated, "Then in the west, besides the concubine, are there other gods? If there are, what would they look like? If there are evil gods who do many evils, I don't know the poor monk. Can the seal of the Great Subduing Demon be subdued?"

Good guy, no wonder you are so fascinated, you want to fight...

The ox cart was slowly heading west along the Caohai Sea, amidst the noise of Chen Yuan and Zhenhai talking to each other, occasional gags by the fat Taoist, and the noise of "Hu Lie" in the car.

The Yuejie tribe who passed by probably already knew what happened in Wang Ting, and became cautious. Seeing the passing ox carts became hostile, and even Qingqi chased out from the tribe. I don’t know if they wanted to capture Chen Yuan and others. , or want to rob the old cow that pulls the cart, after all, such a physical cow is extremely rare.

Chen Yuan glanced back, and an arrow even flew past her protruding face. Looking at the dozen or so riders behind, she narrowed her eyes, and casually threw the money bag tied around her waist onto the grass.

In an instant, the mouth of the bag was loosened, and a string of copper coins jumped out, stood on the ground and rolled towards the galloping horse. At the moment when the horse's hooves fell, they jumped up one after another, melted the flesh under the horse's belly, and burrowed into it. .

Sudden severe pain, the chasing horses screamed, and fell to the ground and slid two feet. The knights above fell dizzy and hurt all over. Opened, a bloody copper was shot out, and instantly got into their mouths.

Sliding down the esophagus quickly, these barbarian soldiers hugged their chests or stomachs in pain and rolled all over the floor. After a while, the belly broke open, and the bloody copper coins rolled on the ground one by one. The blood faded and jumped back into the money bag one by one .

On the slow-moving ox cart, Chen Yuan casually stretched out a hand outside the cart, and the money bag flew straight back to his palm, and immediately hung it on his waist.

"My Buddha is merciful." Monk Zhenhai closed his eyes and bowed his head to recite the Buddha's name.Sun Zhengde next to him laughed: "Where did you kill before, why are you thinking of mercy at this time?"

"The fat benefactor misunderstood, but the poor monk said that benefactor Chen was too merciful."

Sun Zhengde put his arms around his sleeves and pointed at his round face, "Is there no surname in this way? What fat benefactor, can you speak, if you can't speak, just say a few words."

Such bickering words made the bullock carts lively all the way. Chen Yuan enjoyed the bustling long journey. On the way west to the Western Regions, in a few days, many tribes had begun to migrate. A war even broke out, fighting with another tribe.

The chaos after the death of Yuejie Great Khan Baqor and a group of nobles and military officials gradually emerged.

Chen Yuan's idea of ​​earning a living is also because, like the Posana country in the Western Regions, many attached cities began to split up, and wars ignited everywhere. Only in such a situation can it go along with the interests of the Jin country.

Along the way, Chen Yuan, Monk Zhenhai, and Fat Taoist saw the demise of each tribe and the growth of each tribe, and continued to kill and attack until one party was eliminated, occupying the other's grassland, women and children, watching a large number of Seeing the fire devouring the tent in this late autumn; seeing many women being violated and children crying, I thought of the tragedy of these grassland people when they went south to the north of Jin.

Fortunately, there are also happy things on this trip to the Western Regions.

Finally, I met a group of more than a dozen Huren priests. After a fight, they were captured by Chen Yuan and Zhenhai monks. They learned that they were originally stationed near the border of the Western Regions to prevent and spread the faith. It was burned, and it was specially rushed back.

Afterwards, they were handed over by Chen Yuan to the crazy old man, who was as happy as a child, looking at a group of gray sheep and deer-headed priests who didn't know what was going to happen.

soon.

Behind the slow-moving bullock cart, there are more than a dozen inflated human-shaped balloons, which are drawn to float in mid-air above the carriage, and the crazy old man is pulling a deer-head priest to fly a kite and run wildly on the grassland.

At noon on the seventh day, we entered the original Gansha Prefecture, and further ahead was Yujian Pass.

Seven hundred miles to the west, the Gobi grass is rolling, and the sand dunes are rippling golden. It is already December.

(End of this chapter)