On the straight official road, a big bay-red horse walked slowly.
Su Ping hummed a little tune, trusting the horse to rein in the horse.
After running wildly for several days, he had completely adapted to life on horseback.
There was no sign of his pursuers from beginning to end, which made him feel much more relaxed.
"As long as we pass Ruijiang Mansion, we can change the route to the east. Even if Dingguo Duke Mansion reacts, they will never be able to find me again."
Su Ping muttered to himself, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, dipped some oil in it and applied it on his hands.
This is a simple version of the 'smooth cream' that he tinkered with in the last town. It has a mediocre fragrance but a great moisturizing effect.
It's not that he wants to be shameless, but the north of Zhongzhou... is really ridiculously dry.
As soon as we left the boundary of Pingtian Mansion, the wind blew drying our lips and tongue, and coupled with the horse galloping, our whole body itched unbearably at the end of the day.
Especially the sides of the crotch, which were almost scratched by him.
After finally thinking that he was out of danger, Su Ping quickly found the town and prepared a bottle of ointment based on his memories from his previous life.
Otherwise, he might look drier than Shen Xian'er at this moment.
Just as he was smearing the ointment evenly on his face, Su Ping suddenly froze and couldn't help but rub his eyes with the back of his hand.
"How come your five senses have improved again?"
Just during this inadvertent breath, Su Ping's various senses increased slightly.
Needless to say, it is definitely an increase in talent.
But the problem is, he hasn't read for a long time.
"Could it be that he won the exam?"
Su Ping thought of a possibility and immediately sank into the mist space.
Sure enough, next to the previous group of talent, there was a three-finger-thick foreign talent floating quietly.
And that foreign talent is being constantly devoured.
"..."
Su Ping wanted to cry but had no tears.
What's going on?
You swallow the talent of the Holy Spirit, but you still swallow the talent of the imperial examination?
If I keep devouring my talents like this, what if I can strengthen my sixth sense?
Never think about going beyond Confucianism and Taoism...
It's a pity that Su Ping had the intention to stop it, but that group of talents didn't obey the command at all.
In just a moment, the two talents became one again.
The difference is just a little bit bigger.
Helpless, Su Ping could only accept this reality and exit the fog space.
Putting his depression behind him, he thought of another problem.
Did you win the exam?
"Is it because Zhu Tianlu has a big belly to accommodate others, or is my previous guess simply wrong, and there is no such thing as a peace faction?"
Su Ping thought about it.
At this moment, the pattering autumn rain fell, with a tendency to get heavier and heavier.
"I'm going to suffer!"
Su Ping's expression changed drastically.
It is easy to catch wind and cold at this time of year, and if you get caught in the rain or something, even if your physique becomes stronger, you may not be able to withstand it.
In order not to delay his plan to go east, Su Ping speeded up his horse while looking for a place to take shelter from the rain.
Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's fate.
After running not far, a temple was vaguely revealed at the foot of the mountain not far from the official road.
Su Ping was overjoyed, tied his horse to the side of the road, took his luggage and the captured sword and approached slowly.
The journey from Yangjing was far from as peaceful as those officials in the capital claimed.
Although I didn't see the horse bandits, I did encounter a small group of bandits once.
If it hadn't been for Su Ping's instillation and preemptive strike to kill one of them, the boat might have capsized in the gutter.
A temple suddenly appeared in this remote place, and it was normal for thieves to be entrenched.
"Is the person inside asleep or awake?"
Su Ping shouted from a distance of three feet.
This is a slang commonly used by bandits and bandits. Sleeping means dead, and waking means alive.
As soon as this sentence comes out, if there are really bandits entrenched here, they will definitely kill them with weapons.
And with a distance of three feet, Su Ping thought he was no weaker than others in terms of speed.
After a while, when no one answered, Su Ping finally approached with confidence and stepped in.
However, as soon as one foot crossed the threshold, Su Ping's hair suddenly stood up and he froze on the spot.
In the peripheral vision on his left side, there was a human figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at him quietly.
Su Ping's mind was a little down.
Normally speaking, if you are a gangster, you will definitely not be able to bear what you just said. If you are a normal person, you should also have a normal response.
The human figure in the corner of the field of vision has not breathed a word from beginning to end. Even until now, I can only feel the vague aura.
dead?
No……
Indeed, eyes were fixed on him.
It's not a gangster, it's not a normal person, it's not a dead person, what is it?
Could it be...evil?!
Subconsciously, Su Ping entered his mind and called up the 'real-time monitoring'.
"..."
After seeing the human form clearly, Su Ping was completely speechless.
Isn't this the monk who was driven out by the Cyclamen?
His eyes were dull, unfocused, and his breath was weak... Was he about to die, or was he just here to scare people?
Su Ping lost his talent with a dark face, glared at his bald head, then walked aside and sat down.
The temple is not big, and it is empty inside. There is not even a table or chair. There is only a headless bronze statue sitting in the middle.
The headless bronze statue sits in lotus position and holds a meditation seal. It can be seen that it is a Buddha statue.
Su Ping understood immediately.
The temple should have been built when Buddhism and Taoism were preaching in Zhongzhou a few years ago.
Since Emperor Yongtai ordered the expulsion of heretics, this place has been abandoned and even ransacked.
But it seems that even if Emperor Yongtai does not expel heretics, Buddhism will not be very popular here...
Otherwise, the temple would not be built in this wilderness.
Su Ping smiled brightly, took out the water bag and dry food and started to eat.
Until now, the bald man's attention was slightly focused, but he still didn't speak, just staring straight at Su Ping's water bag and dry biscuits.
"Are you hungry or thirsty?"
Su Ping became playful and asked with a smile.
"Hungry is spiritual practice, and thirst is the same."
The bald man clasped his hands together and stared straight at the water bag and dry biscuits.
"What if you die of hunger and thirst and stop practicing?"
Su Ping asked again.
"That means you don't practice enough. You just need to practice again after you are reborn."
To be born means to be reincarnated.
Shaking his head, Su Ping took out another water bag and threw it in along with a piece of dry biscuit.
The bald man caught it accurately and then started eating and drinking.
"Tsk, tsk, not even a word of thanks."
Su Ping chuckled and secretly said that Xizhou is Xizhou, its education is backward, and the monks are not polite.
Unexpectedly, the bald man suddenly put down the water and dry biscuits, and said seriously: "Whether to give, how much to give, and what to give are all the donor's wishes, and the donor's intention is for the Buddha. The poor monk can accept it from you on behalf of the Buddha."
Contribution cannot thank you on behalf of Buddha."
After saying that, Baldhead stood up and brought back the water bag and dry biscuits.
"..."
Su Ping had a toothache.
Although this statement is a bit awkward, it does resemble Theravada Buddhism...
"Eat, I don't want your thanks."
How could Su Ping be willing to ask for it after having been soaked in other people's saliva?
This is probably a common problem among all time travellers.
So the monk took the water and returned to his original place and sat down.
Neither the monk nor Su Ping noticed at all that the chest of the headless Buddha statue split open at some point, and a cold one eye emerged, quietly observing the two of them.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and the raindrops were pattering on the roof of the temple, with no intention of stopping.
"It's a bit cold. There are no doors in this ruined temple."
Su Ping murmured, taking out all the clothes in the bag, making some of them into pavilions and some as covers.
Seeing the bald head looking over, Su Ping quickly said: "There's nothing we can do about it. I've been weak and sick since I was a child. If I separate you, I'm afraid I'll freeze to death in the middle of the night. If you force me, I'll kill."
From the fact that his bald head accurately caught the water bag and dry biscuits before, Su Ping concluded that this guy had practiced.
However, Buddhism and Taoism are completely different systems. He couldn't tell what the specific path was, so he used words to catch the bald head early.
"The donor misunderstood."
The bald man shook his head, "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this. The rain will stop soon."
"Um?"
Su Ping was confused and asked: "Do you Buddhists still do the work of Qin Tianjian?"
"Qin Tian Jian?"
The bald head was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Su Ping meant, shook his head again and said: "Among all the Tao, only the Xuan Tao has the ability to predict."
"Then why do you..."
——Chirp!!!
Before he finished speaking, a piercing scream sounded, and a slender shadow emerged from the chest of the Buddha statue, traveling faster than thunder!