Then Su Ping saw a big, oily face in front of him.
"Did you save me?"
Su Ping glanced at the body wrapped tightly in rags.
I wanted to move, but I found a faint tingling sensation all over my body, and I immediately felt calmer.
"The poor monk just settled the cause and effect with the benefactor on behalf of the Buddha."
"..."
Su Ping was speechless, and immediately thought of a very important question.
Although my change came out of nowhere, it seemed like... my clothes were blown out?
So...it was the bald man who wrapped himself into rice dumplings?
When he thought of this, Su Ping suddenly turned away feeling uncomfortable.
He was tied to the horse. At this time, he barely tilted his head and could only see the scene beside the straight track.
The terrain and vegetation are similar to those near the ruined temple, so I guess I haven't gone far yet.
Su Ping was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly his eyes widened: "Purple clover flowers?!"
On the side of the road, there are scattered purple flowers swaying in the wind.
Su Ping had seen this kind of flower in a travelogue called "Zhongzhou Miscellanies". It is drought and cold-tolerant and mostly grows in the northwest of Zhongzhou.
"Where is this? How many days have I been in a coma?!"
Su Ping asked blurtly.
"The donor has been in a coma for seven days and still has more than 200 miles to go to Weiyang City."
The bald man replied.
"Seven days?! Weiyang City?!"
Weiyang City is a border town in the northwest of Daqing, near the end of the Wuhu Pass.
For seven days, the distance and time are right, but...
Why did you come to the northwest?!
My destination is the east, the east, brother!
Su Ping was about to cry but had no tears, but the monk had saved him after all, so he couldn't blame him too much.
Moreover, the injury has not healed yet. If you want to fly solo, it is best to wait for two days. It is better to wait until we get to Weiyang City.
After a pause, Su Ping asked again: "Aren't you going back to Xizhou? Why did you come to the northwest?"
“It’s easy to get lost in the sand dunes thousands of miles west.”
The bald man spoke frankly and said: "In the northwest, you can take a boat down the Wei River, turn to Langgou and then arrive at Xizhou."
"All right……"
Su Ping was helpless.
The useless knowledge has increased again.
"By the way, I still don't know what to call the master?"
After calming down, Su Ping remembered the vertical eye in the ruined temple and began to get closer.
"A poor monk named Hui Xin is not a master."
"...It's whatever you say it is. I want to know what happened to us that day?"
"Eye demon, a kind of low-level demon clan."
Huixin said, looking at Su Ping with a strange look, "As long as the donor mobilizes his talent, he can treat it as nothing."
???
The lowest level of demon clan?
As long as you use your talents, you can ignore it?
Good guy.
I thought I was going to die, so tragic that I almost didn't recite a poem...but you told me it was weaker?
Facing Hui Xin's puzzled gaze, Su Ping's scalp went numb with embarrassment and his eyes darted wildly.
"its not right!"
Suddenly, Su Ping thought of a question, "I am a Confucian and Taoist person, and I have a natural ability to suppress evil spirits. Why didn't I notice its existence? Moreover, it actually dared to attack Confucian and Taoist people? You must be lying to me.
!Ha ha!"
"Forehead……"
Huixin scratched her head, and the confusion on her face became more intense, "The eye monster is the most common monster. As a Confucian and Taoist, has the donor not understood it before?"
"..." Su Ping said nothing.
There are so many books in the Imperial College, but there is indeed no detailed description of the demon clan.
And no one has ever shared this kind of knowledge with me.
"The eye demon is good at clinging. Wherever it goes, it will cause rain to fall from the sky. It has no ability to harm anyone. And the reason why it dares to attack the donor..."
Huixin said, also a little curious, "Generally speaking, each Tao has a unique aura, which is easy to feel when you reach the realm, but... before the donor took action, the poor monk did not see that the donor was a Confucianist and a Taoist."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ping understood.
Mist space!
If you don't actively use it, your talent will stay in the mist space.
No wonder……
Thinking of this, Su Ping's heart lifted slightly.
The mist space is my biggest secret, and it must not be revealed to others unless absolutely necessary.
Fortunately, Hui Xin was just curious and had no intention of asking further: "In addition, Confucianism and Taoism have the ability to suppress evil spirits, but the sensitivity is far inferior to that of Buddhism. It is normal for the donor not to be able to detect the demons."
"oh?"
Su Ping didn't know much about Buddhism and Taoism in mainland China. When the bald head said this, he immediately became interested: "Can you tell me more about it?"
"nature."
Huixin nodded happily, and then...
Let’s start from the origin of Buddhism...
On the straight.
The monk, the rice dumplings, and the horse were stretched by the golden halo of dusk.
at the same time.
A majestic and tall horse galloped out from the gate without a return.
Shen Yuchun's whole body was white, his eyes were red and swollen, the riding crop in his hand fell like crazy, and he slapped the buttocks of the monster horse that was usually very precious.
The journey of 1,900 miles was shortened to seven hours.
As soon as they arrived at Chenshi, the towering city walls of Yangjing appeared in Shen Yuchun's field of vision.
However, he had no intention of slowing down at all, and still ran towards the city gate.
"Stop!!"
A loud shout sounded from the top of the city wall, and immediately a row of archers appeared at the crenellations, all unfurling their bows and setting arrows.
Shen Yuchun's anger sank into his dantian and he roared out!
"The commander-in-chief of the Chisong Army, Lord Dingguo Shen Tiannan..."
"death of a prince!!!"
Wow——!!!
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
Whether it was the soldiers guarding the city in Yangjing or the people of Daqing who came in and out of the city gate in sequence.
At this moment, Qi Qi felt like she was struck by thunder!
Duke Dingguo...is dead???
No……
Will not!
Duke Dingguo was the patron saint of Daqing, a six-level martial arts expert, and he was less than seventy years old. How could he die so well?!
Impossible, this is absolutely fake!!!
Almost everyone thinks so.
However, the general guarding the city recognized Shen Yuchun.
"Open...open the middle door!"
The general's voice was trembling as he fell from the top of the city.
boom--!
A more violent shock than before broke out in everyone's heart.
There are three gates and nine gates in the north city wall. The Xuanren Gate in the middle is generally not open unless there are special circumstances.
For example, the emperor goes on tour.
For example...the commander of the frontier army died!
But why?
Mr. Dingguo... why did he leave like this?
Everyone stared blankly at the young man riding a horse in plain clothes.
When Shen Yuchun was approaching, an old woman carrying a vegetable basket knelt down tremblingly, pressing her forehead to the ground, trembling all over.
"My lord, let's go!!!"
Wow~!
Everyone knelt down with this cry of pain.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one standing around the entire North City Gate.
The soldiers guarding the city, under the leadership of the general, took off their helmets one after another.
Face north and kneel down on one knee.
"Master of the country!!!"
“Good go!!!”
“Good go!!!”
"..."
The screams of mourning shook the sky, and the heart was broken.
Shen Yuchun shed tears and drove the demon horse straight to the palace gate.
"The commander-in-chief of the Chisong Army, Lord Dingguo Shen Tiannan, died of illness at Wuhuiguan yesterday at Youshi!!!"
"Last words..."
Shen Yuchun swallowed even more, his eyes were about to burst, and he exhausted all his strength:
"Your Majesty, please send your generals north quickly to prevent the barbarians from invading the border!!!"
………
Autumn of the twelfth year of Yongtai.
On August 21st, Daqing Kyoto was filled with plains.