[comprehensive] superior skills

Zhu Gangyan was sent away on the front foot, and the trail leader, who was accustomed to disguise as a man on the back foot, also cherished each other with Gao Taigong's family and set off on the road.

At this time, the white horse that was supposed to carry Monk Tang to his death calmly had already been fat and strong by Xiaoer, so he was reluctant to go with her.

Song Ci saw that although the young man was not handsome, he had a kind appearance, and he was meticulous in tending the horses.

After further inquiry, I learned that this inn was originally opened by the family of the younger brother, and only because of the booming business, he specially summoned the youngest son to help entertain guests.

Song Ci thought about it for a while, and suddenly felt that instead of letting the horse run around in this high-risk world with him, it would be better to entrust it to a good person to live in peace.

She didn't ask for money either, she just said that the journey was hard and walking was inconvenient, and she hoped that the younger brother would treat the horse well in the future.

Naturally, the shopkeeper was very happy to pick up a good horse for nothing, so he agreed repeatedly.

After arranging the horses, Song Ci drove towards the original owner's hometown day and night along the direction he remembered.

If she encounters a flat road, she will drive an armored off-road vehicle all the way; if she encounters a steep mountain forest, she will step on a flying sword and grope through obstacles.

During the period, he encountered bandits and man-eating goblins blocking the way. Fortunately, Song Ci still had a few talismans passed down by the White Lady, which barely saved his life.

After half a year of stopping and going like this, she was driving an off-road vehicle to an open plain on this day, when she heard a mighty wave coming from all directions from a distance.

Song Ci pushed open the car door and set up an awning to see. Somehow, a torrent of muddy and muddy river emerged out of the supposedly flat terrain, cutting the westward journey in half.

Going forward, I ran into an old man who was nearly sixty years old and walked along the river bank with a burden.

"Old man."

Song Ci slipped the car and followed slowly, "Why don't you cross the river straight, but walk along the bank instead?"

The deaf old man didn't hear the movement behind him at first, but when he suddenly saw such a huge monster with a human head and a beast body, he was so frightened that he overturned the bamboo baskets on both ends of the burden.

"Monster! Monster!"

The old man yelled, scrambled and hugged the child hidden in the bamboo basket, begging for mercy repeatedly: "Grandpa, please forgive me! The little old man is so used to the bitter medicine that his muscles and bones are rotten, it's really hard to eat! This grandson's bones are not heavy enough to be chewed well!"

"Don't panic, old man!"

Song Ci got out of the car and picked up the urn that was mostly filled with clear water, "I'm not a monster."

"Not a monster?"

The old man was frightened and said: "Then what is the cat-faced monster behind you?"

"Have you ever heard of Zhuge Kongming's Wooden Niu Liuma and Gongshuban's Wooden Magpie?"

Song Ci patted the front of the car and said with a smile: "This thing is just of the same origin as them, and it's all made by skilled craftsmen!"

The old man touched it timidly again, and saw that the strange beast did not move at all, so he stroked his chest and sighed: "So that's how it is, it's really frightening old man!"

"It's just that Xiaodao acted recklessly and offended you."

Song Ci took out a piece of soft cake from the carriage and stuffed it to the frightened and crying toddler in the old man's arms, "Where are you going, old man?"

Seeing that his little grandson was eating cakes without crying, the old man sighed again and said, "I'm going to Mount Huola on the other side of the river."

Song Ci wondered: "Since you want to go to the other side, why does the old man go in the opposite direction, but because you can't find the ferry?"

"Where is the ferry?!"

The old man picked up the dry food and bedding scattered on the ground with a wry smile, "The Taoist priest came from a foreign country, so I don't know the details."

As he spoke, he pointed to the boundary marker on the river bank, "The old man's ancestors have lived here for generations. Although it is not as good as the fairy cave in Lingshan Baocha, he can live in peace by the mountains and rivers. Until one year, there was a thunderstorm in the daytime, and he fell from the sky. A red-haired monster that came down plunged into the water and occupied the quicksand river. From then on, not only did the fish, shrimp and turtle monsters in the water be wiped out, but even pedestrians passing by couldn't escape his tiger's mouth. The name is known to everyone, and slowly, this place has also fallen."

Song Ci nodded when he heard the words, "It turns out that we have reached the boundary of Liusha River, eight hundred miles away. No wonder, no wonder."

The old man saw that he was modest and polite, and asked again: "The Taoist priest has also heard of the prestige of this place?"

"Slightly heard."

Song Ci didn't hide it either, "It just so happens that the trail passes here for the purpose of crossing the river to the west."

The old man was very happy when he heard the words, "This is a god-given fate! Would the priest be willing to walk with this old man?"

Song Ci shook his head, "According to your way of walking, how many days will it last? I'd better find another way."

The old man persuaded and persuaded, but he couldn't wait for the Taoist chief to let go, so he left alone with a sigh.

Although Song Ci didn't go with him, he also helped the old man fill up the spilled and wasted items, enough for his grandparents and grandchildren to eat on the way.

When the old man gradually disappeared, she picked up a half of the bamboo wormwood left by the old boatman and tested the depth on the shore.

In the blink of an eye, the small section of bamboo wormwood that had not yet rotted was suddenly pulled in by a strong suction force, and disappeared along the waves.

Knowing that the river was impassable, Song Ci didn't force it, so he turned to put away the off-road vehicle and prepared to fly across the river with Yujian.

Unexpectedly, she had just flown for about ten miles, when a blue-faced and red-haired monster rolled out of the vortex in the middle of the river, and shouted fiercely, "Who dares to break into my quicksand cave!"

"Don't blame the elder!"

Song Ci arched his hands and showed the customs clearance certificate stamped with the seal of the king of Tang Dynasty, "The Xiaodao is Wu Zhihui, the prince of Zhenzhi Kingdom, who is now here to obtain tree seeds under the order of the sage of the Tang Dynasty."

The monster in the water was stunned after hearing this, "A Taoist priest who seeks tree seeds? Isn't he a monk who went west to seek the scriptures?"

"Fusheng immeasurable deity, incredible merit."

Song Ci pondered slightly: "Dare to ask the elder, what's the difference between a monk and a Taoist priest, who are both saving the world?"

"Then I don't care!"

The monster didn't even look at the customs clearance document, "The Bodhisattva only asked me to wait for the Buddhist monk who went west, and I only let him cross the river alone!"

"It's just unfortunate."

Song Ci grinned at the blue-faced man, "Xiaodao just learned that the holy monk who came all the way from the Eastern Tang Dynasty took in two outstanding disciples, and now it's three people crossing the river!"

"Don't talk nonsense, kid, watch carefully!"

Seeing that the little Taoist was very familiar with the scripture learner in his speech, the monster didn't want to break his oath and let him cross the river, but he was also afraid that he would be punished by his master, so in a dilemma, he only yelled a few bluffs and retreated into the water.

Song Ci didn't know whether the blue-faced man had really returned to the cave, or if he was lurking somewhere in the water to eavesdrop, so he pretended to sigh and said, "Since that's the case, Xiaodao couldn't bear to force the elder, so he had to stay on the shore and wait for Elder Tang to come. It’s time to cross the river again.”

Anyway, with Monk Sha sitting in the town, those ordinary monsters would not dare to disturb them, so it is better to take the opportunity to rest for a few days.

She turned around and returned to the shore to release the off-road vehicle for a busy meal, and soon set up tents and barbecue stalls.

After half a moment, when all kinds of seafood and meat covered with sauces came out and smelled fragrant, Song Ci lay down under the parasol with a box of fried chicken again, admiring the scene across the river.

"You boy!"

The blue-faced man who was provoked by the aroma of Man Jiang Nian asked in embarrassment, "Aren't you a monk, why did you eat meat?!"

Song Ci took a sip of the ice-cold Coke, and blinked innocently under the glaring eyes of the monster, "Didn't your lord ever hear that there are Huoju Taoist priests in this world, how can you abandon all people for your own selfishness if you are responsible for the fate of the country! "

Speaking of this, she slapped the armrest suddenly, "It's broken, I've been chatting with the elder for half a day, and I forgot about my precious baby!"

He rushed to the front of the oven shelf in three or two steps, and Song Ci looked at the big Australian lobster weighing seven or eight catties with distress, "It's okay, it's okay, but the shell is a little burnt!"

Carefully breaking off the slightly scorched hard shell, she squeezed some fresh lemon juice into the golden yellow shrimp meat, "My lord has been entrenched in this quicksand river for many years, have you ever tasted the taste of overseas crayfish?"

"Boy, don't you know what to ask!"

Hearing this, the monster felt dull, and snorted coldly, holding back his anger: "Aside from fine quicksand and broken stones, what good things are there in the river that are worth eating?"

If it wasn't so, why would he try his best to provoke the wrath of the heavens and people, and take the passers-by as a pawn.

"This is not right!"

Song Ci smiled and held the baking tray and offered two slices of intoxicatingly fragrant shrimp meat, "If the elder eats, wears, and uses color \ color well, it will not show the sincerity of Xiaodao!"

"What do you mean by that?"

While looking at the lobsters with long and short arms on the plate, the monster suppressed his greed and said in a muffled voice, "Don't think that you can cheat for road money with just a few small favors!"

"Hey, don't be annoyed, the elder, Xiaodao has absolutely no such intentions!"

Song Ci said calmly: "As the saying goes, 'Enter the house to call people, and enter the temple to worship the gods.' Xiaodao stays here and depends on the elders to take care of him. How can there be a ritual of not worshiping in the temple?"

After she finished speaking, she didn't care what the monster looked like, she just floated the small tray down the water, and bowed again.

When he lay back on the back of the chair again, Song Ci saw that the monster on the river had retreated into the water, and even the food he had just eaten had disappeared.

Knowing that he couldn't lose his face and be respected by others, Song Ci immediately floated food into the river according to three meals a day without repeating the same meal.

If it is spicy hot pot today, it will be replaced with braised pork wings in sauce tomorrow, and then there will be sweet refreshments and fruits to clear the mouth. As long as the Liusha River Basin is made like a hotel hall, there will never be a day that is not fragrant.

After going on like this for more than a month, the monster couldn't hold it anymore, and every meal time, he would spin and climb to the shore without being greeted.

"Speaking of which, the taste of this gold and jade belt is not bad."

The blue-faced man who was sitting at the same table with the host's family muttered while gnawing milk-flavored corn: "Even if I go west with the Buddhist scriptures, I can still eat it, and it doesn't hinder the fast."

"If the elder has this intention, Xiaodao will share some dry food with you."

Song Ci thought about it for a second, and agreed: "There are also those pickles and vegetables that are made from mountain delicacies and dried goods. I will pack some with my elders. It doesn't matter if I eat them all on the way. The trail is the same as in the past. Everywhere I go The local people left grain seeds. When they can grow them, the elders, the holy monks, masters and disciples are not afraid that there will be nowhere to buy them in the future."

"You little Taoist..."

The cannibal has a short mouth, and the monster is no longer angry now, "Oh, that's okay. When the man who is going west comes, I will take you across the river together."

"The elder's kindness, Xiaodao has accepted it."

Song Ci ate the fried rice, and he still didn't forget to respond: "No one can stand without faith, not to mention the elder is so powerful. After thinking about it recently, Xiaodao finally came up with a good way to cross the river without embarrassing the elder. way."

"Oh?"

The monster couldn't help but wonder: "How can you cross the ten-thousand-mile border of the Liusha River?"

Song Ci laughed when he heard this, "It can't be done horizontally, but the trail can be done vertically. Back then, when the trail traveled around the world, I heard that the Liusha River was originally a branch of Tianshui that ran through the north and south of the river. The elder's territory is in the south, and there is a river that leads to the sky along the river. Elder You might as well use some supernatural powers to send the path to the junction of the two rivers in the lower reaches of the Liusha River, then the path will not be broken if you go west by the path."

Hearing the words, the blue-faced man praised repeatedly, and before finishing the banquet, he muttered: "Today, I will pass on a water-avoiding spell to you, so that you can ride the waves freely!"

Unexpectedly, there would be such an unexpected joy, Song Ci hurriedly bowed his head in salute, heard the monster recite the rapping mantra three times, and then copied it ten times and eight times, and did not stop writing until the words were engraved in his heart.

Having benefited from others, Song Ci was not stingy with some worldly things. He chose what he needed and packed more than a hundred carts full of dried fruits, meat, grain and oil, and even buried Liusha River boundary markers in baskets and baskets. up.

Before leaving, she specially left a jar of shiitake mushroom chili sauce for the blue-faced man. She only said that Elder Tang loved to use it to spread steamed buns.

Sending you thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye in the end.

After Song Ci sent the owner of Liushahe back to the cave with big bags and small bags, she immediately drew out the black iron sword and followed the formula taught by the monster to the east of the river.

Riding the wind and waves on this road is much more convenient than walking in the air. With the formula to protect the body, whether the water is fast or slow depends on one's own will, but the wet uppers are cooler.

After walking for half a day, just as Song Ci was hesitating whether to change into a pair of rubber-soled water shoes, he suddenly heard a faint cry of a child coming from the front.

She stopped to look, but saw a long pole protruding from behind a jagged rock on the shore, which looked very familiar.

Knowing that saving people is like putting out a fire, Song Ci didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly drove the black iron sword to the back of the crying strange rock, and found the child curled up in the basket.

This child who is only two or three years old has been hungry for an unknown amount of time, and he is much thinner than when he first met, holding him might as well pick up a stone and sink your hands.

He called to the left and right a few times and no one answered, thinking that the old man was probably in danger, so Song Ci could only heat up some milk on the spot to nourish the child's stomach.

Seeing that the child's food was delicious, she checked the remaining pieces of luggage in the bamboo basket, and finally only found a picture of warding off evil with the character of Li embroidered on the child's belly pocket.

"Oh, Han'er, you're still having fun here."

Song Ci helplessly tilted the doll with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a sweet smile, "Follow me, but you will suffer!"

Anyway, it's a life, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, you can't leave people waiting to die.

Originally, she planned to make do with it, but now that a frail and sickly baby was added, she dared not deal with it anymore.

First find thick jackets for the two of them to change into, and then put on a layer of waterproof rain cape from head to toe to block the splashing waves, Song Ci then embarked on the return journey with the child in his arms.

Although having an extra companion on the road is lively, it is no less chic than a single person, and because there is no solid and reliable trustee on both sides of the Liusha River, they can only go farther and farther, and gradually come to a windy place. Shoals with gentle waves and occasional fish.

Song Ci took off his bamboo hat and watched for a while, and saw only a few half-grown dolls squatting on the bank to dig holes and dig mud for fun, and a fisherman a little farther away was packing his nets. It was a harmonious scene.

Carrying the black iron sword on his back and jumping to the mudflat, Song Ci slowly stepped on the broken shells and pebbles towards the dry land. When passing by the child who was still picking clams to eat, she smiled and grabbed a handful of fruits and shared them, "Don't be afraid, baby!" , I am a Taoist passing by, and I want to ask you something."

Seeing that the foreigner was very kind and angry, the children were holding a smaller baby in their arms, and the baby was still blinking and looking at them, so they were not so scared anymore.

An older child who took the lead looked up, "The Taoist priest is polite, what advice can I give?"

Lamenting the cuteness of the doll, Song Ci couldn't help touching his hair bun, "What kind of territory are you, and who is the monarch?"

The child replied crisply: "This is the junction of the Chechi Kingdom and the Wuji Kingdom. Not far ahead is Yuanhui County under the rule of the Chechi Kingdom. It is the country of Wuji."

Song Ci was thinking about finding foster parents for the baby in his arms, and thought that it would be more appropriate to go to the Che Chi country nearby, so as not to burden him with traveling through mountains and rivers.

After thanking the naughty boy who showed the way, she strolled along the dirt road and arrived at a bustling street market not far away.

The peddlers on the street and shopkeepers who opened their doors were very enthusiastic when they met Taoists with young children in their arms. They either swept the couch to greet them or took the initiative to stuff food and utensils into the children's hands, which made Song Ci stunned for a while.

Seeing that the customs here are so weird, she didn't dare to go deeper, so she picked up a refreshing stall on the side of the street and ordered some hot noodle soup.

Knowing that too much talk would lead to loss, Song Ci didn't speak, but took the time to eat noodles to observe the passers-by carefully.

After a while, she saw a dozen or so Taoists who were more fierce than government servants rushing into the market with their teeth and claws, grabbing the goods from the shops at will, and yelling, cursing and smashing at every turn, she slowly came to appreciate the prestige of those people before. intention.

Taking out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, Song Cichao greeted the old couple who were still busy kneading dough on the panel: "Old man, please come and settle the account."

Although she had good intentions, she made the old couple tremble with fright, and forced the stall owner who stood in front of the old wife to take out a handful of copper coins from his bag with a bitter face, "The old man has nothing to contribute to this small business. Please forgive me a lot!"

"What do you mean, old man?"

Song Ci looked at the small pile of oily money on the table dumbfounded, "I have traveled all the way here, but I don't know that the people of Chechi Kingdom are so hospitable and have the custom of spending money to treat people to dinner."

"The Taoist priest was originally a foreigner?"

Hearing the words, the old man finally let go of his hanging heart, and took the coins back in his hands a little ashamedly, "Don't be surprised, Daoist, our country of Chechi is different from other places. Except for the monarch and his old man, even the old man Even the prime minister who lives in the temple is not worth a word from a Taoist priest!"

"You old man!"

His wife hastily tugged a few times, "Where do you have the guts to be a god, be careful that God will punish you!"

"Shangxian?"

After listening to Song Ci, he was even more curious, "Could it be that there is no god in this sanctuary in Chechi's country?"

"Of course there are!"

The old man said mixedly: "Since 20 years ago, the three Taoist priests, Hu Li Daxian, Lu Li Daxian, and Yang Li Dao Priest, worshiped as the national teacher, although the weather in this country is smooth, it has also caused a lot of public grievances, only coaxing the king. His old man wholeheartedly favors."

Song Ci smiled, "The king of the country advocates Taoism so much, how should the monks in the country live?"

"Monk?"

The old man seemed to have heard some joke, "The bricks and tiles of the temple have been borrowed to build a Taoist temple. There is no place for monks. They are just coolie servants who serve as slaves."

Song Ci sighed and shook his head, and put down a few big coins with a compassionate expression, "They are born from the same root, so why bother with each other?"

Don't look at her benevolence on the face, but in her heart she thinks that whether the monk is suffering or not, others will rescue him. Taoist priests are in the limelight, but it is beneficial to travel.

Simply put aside the scruples in my heart, I went straight to the county and the countryside to find a home with the child whose nickname was Li Zi.

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Shou and Tian Qi, okay~~