Quick travel god stick demeanor

Xie Ange was a little speechless, this bastard who secretly changed concepts, this is not the same thing at all, okay?

"According to what you say, everyone can become a monk."

"That's not right!" Zhiyun raised an eyebrow and smirked, "When the time comes, the world will be full of bald heads, how interesting it will be!"

After finishing speaking, he burst out laughing, his eyebrows and eyes were flying, and his spirit was radiant.

Xie Ange imagined the scene, and couldn't help laughing.

The laughter of the two young people under the shade of the tree was hearty and hearty, like the vast sky, with indescribable calmness and grandeur, spreading far, far away with the breeze.

It was only a day since they met, and it was too late for the two to meet each other.

Walking with Zhiyun is an extremely relaxing thing.

He doesn't care about Xie Ange's identity, he doesn't care who he is, he only acts on his heart when making friends, he is open-minded, wise and stupid, he is a rare and unrestrained person.

This place is Haizhou, located in the north of Jiankang, near the river and the sea, with a prosperous population and convenient transportation, so the business is particularly prosperous.

Zhiyun first arrived in Haizhou with Xie Ange, and walked around. Now he acts as a tour guide and invites Xie Ange to visit nearby places of interest and historic sites, enjoy the scenery and drink tea.

There is a Mazu Temple by the sea, located in the east corner of Haizhou.It was built in the previous dynasty, more than a hundred years ago.Compared with Buddhist temples, Mazu Temple is more exquisite and graceful. The eaves and corners of the temple gate are raised, which looks like a pair of horns.

Mazu Temple, also known as Goddess Temple and Niangniang Palace, Mazu is a goddess spread in coastal areas. It is said that she can protect the safety of people who go to sea. Therefore, in Haizhou, the incense of Mazu Temple is very strong.

Compared with the majestic Fahua Temple, the Mazu Temple looks a bit small, and the main hall is only one or two feet long. The pillars outside the gate are made of wood from the nearby mountains. They are not so big that one person can embrace them.

The temple was managed by a few local people, and the timing was very coincidental. As soon as they entered, the two saw a group of fishermen who were about to go to sea offering sacrifices to Mazu, praying for good wind and safety.

Zhiyun took the opportunity to introduce the local customs. His words were witty and fascinating, and even many local people who had listened to him couldn't help but stop and listen to his eloquent explanation.

"It turns out that this is how the Mazu Temple came about. I didn't know it at all."

"Master knows a lot!" A fisherman gave a thumbs up.

Xie Ange listened with gusto and was quite curious. This person is not from the local area. How did he understand it so clearly?

What a talent.

During this time, when they were hungry, the two went to alms together.Thirsty, drink water together.When you are sleepy, go to the temple to place an order, or just sit on the ground and the sky.

Later, perhaps because he did the same thing too much, or because someone was by his side, Xie Ange's sense of shame for begging for money gradually eased.

Alms for alms, so that monks can practice Buddhism with peace of mind, so that lay people can form good karma.

This is the fate of both parties, a two-way choice, and there is no need to be ashamed of it.

The food obtained by begging for money is very unstable, sometimes it is a bowl of gruel, a bowl of overnight rice, sometimes steamed buns, picky eaters such as Xie Ange, never get used to it, and it only takes a few days.

The two chatted very speculatively, talking about the world all day long, from local customs and customs to astrology and climate, to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, tea, flower and wine, to architectural geomantic omen, five elements and gossip, and then to the general trend of the world, they almost talked about everything.

——Of course, except Buddhism.

Zhiyun didn't let go of this aspect.

Sometimes, Xie Ange feels that Zhiyun is more like a civil servant and adviser than a monk who should be a monk in the morning and evening.

Both parties are people with extensive knowledge, long-term vision, and well-read books, but Zhiyun is more down-to-earth. Through practice, he has confirmed the fallacies in many books, but sometimes he is limited by his vision.

Xie Ange, on the other hand, was more inclined to look down from a high place, although his gaze was more concerned with the overall situation, it was easy to overlook many subtleties.

When exchanging knowledge, the two are often able to learn from each other's strengths, learn from each other, and gradually regard each other as confidants.

Xie Ange said, the foundation began to be laid little by little.

It's a pity that there is no banquet in the world that never ends.A full ten days passed, and the two bid farewell tacitly.

"When you meet a bosom friend, you don't have a thousand glasses of wine, and you don't talk speculatively. In recent days, I have had a very happy conversation with you, and I have benefited a lot." Xie Ange moved his wrist, took out a warm and jade-like wooden sign from his sleeve, and handed it To Zhiyun.

"This item is not worth a lot of money, but I wish to give it to you as a token of my heart."

The jade pendant-sized mahogany tablet was carved by Xie Ange himself. It contains ample aura and is worn close to the body. It will benefit the body's lifespan after a long time.There are talismans drawn on the mahogany card, praying for safety, Xie Ange gave this to Zhiyun, it is absolutely sincere.

Zhiyun repeated Xie Ange's words in a murmur, "It's rare to meet a bosom friend for a thousand cups. Good! Well said! It's a pity that you and I are both bald monks. Otherwise, drinking wine and singing songs, life is full of joy, wouldn't it be happy!"

He took the wooden sign, stroked it for a while, and praised, "What a carver!"

Immediately, Zhiyun dug out a wooden box from the baggage, which contained a bamboo product, two tubes, five holes, and a jade pendant on the end, which looked like a musical instrument.

"This is a Qiangdi. When I traveled to the Western Regions, I was given by the local people. It is an instrument for playing, a whip for horses, and a flying letter for sending messages. It is the voice of the desert and the voice of herdsmen."

Speaking of this, Zhiyun's usual expression became calm, his dark brown pupils seemed to be filled with thousands of words, and his mask-covered face seemed to record the scenery and vicissitudes of the desert.

Through him, it seems that you can see the Western Regions across thousands of mountains and rivers.

Beauty, hot dance, exotic style.

Monk, laughing, Chinese etiquette.

"For you." Zhiyun raised one eyebrow, his expression was a little careless, but his eyes were full of seriousness, "You have to treat it well, otherwise, next time we meet, I will not forgive you."

"Okay." Xie Ange smiled and promised calmly.

The smile on Zhiyun's face spread, he turned and left, turned his back to Xie Ange, waved his hands as he walked, and said loudly: "Then stay here, goodbye!"

Xie Ange put away the Qiang flute and responded, "Goodbye!"

See you next time, or never again?

It depends on the fate of the two people.

One headed north, the other headed south, went against the road, parted ways.

***

After learning to lower his body for alms, Xie Ange no longer went for alms.

He is capable, and he doesn't lack channels to get money. What he lacks is a good attitude.

A writer once said: "It is a kind of courage to take it up, and it is a kind of open-mindedness to let it go."

Pick it up, Xie Ange did it.

He upholds his identity, assumes responsibility, is diligent and studious, fulfills his duties, is strict with himself, and treats others leniently.

However, he failed to let go.

Let go of your tense nerves, your worries about the future, your strange sense of superiority, your needless arrogance, and the burden in your heart.

He has courage, but not open-minded enough.

So more and more things are taken on, and the burden on the shoulders is getting heavier and heavier.It's like holding quicksand in your hand, the tighter you hold it, the faster the sand will flow.

Now, Xie Ange is constantly improving his way, and is also constantly learning to let go.

In the past ten days, Zhiyun has acted like a prodigal son playing in the world, but he has actually shown an extremely open-minded attitude towards life, quite a kind of "not to be surprised by favor or humiliation, to see the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; to stay and stay, to look at the sky" Yunjuanyunshu" feeling.

Under his influence, Xie Ange slowly let go of himself.

The puzzles that are constantly traversed must be solved.However, the pace of travel can be slowed down so as not to miss many roadside scenery.

***

On the mountain road, a young monk was walking unhurriedly with a parcel on his back. The grass on the side of the road was lush, the trees were shaded, insects and birds were singing, and it was full of vitality.

He has a leisurely demeanor and a calm walk. He is wearing a tea-colored uniform, a jade-colored cassock, and a blue silk sash.The hem of the clothes hangs down naturally and flutters with the footsteps, which makes the young monk walk like riding the wind.

The sun is shining brightly on the top of the tree, the green leaves cut off the scorching heat, and there is a refreshing coolness in the mountain forest.

This place is so peaceful and quiet that Xie Ange almost had the illusion of returning to Yuquan Mountain.

"Hey!" A sharp shout broke the tranquility of the forest.

It also instantly shattered Xie Ange's illusion.

I saw a few masked men jumping out of the grass with weapons in hand, shouting in unison: "I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to live on from now on, you can buy road money."

Listen, what a classic line.Look, what a classic scene.

No costume drama is complete without this line.

The men looked at the little fat sheep who was on the road alone, their hearts were very excited, and their eyes were green.

A fat little sheep that can be slaughtered, eaten, and filthy rich! ! !

When Xie Ange saw these robbers blocking the road, he was very happy, and even wanted to laugh, or even cry with joy.

Is my unrivaled martial arts finally useful?

The author has something to say:

Dangdang, make up two chapters! !