【069】The Weishui is cut off! Barbarian attack warning!
"Shen Tiannan's name is highly respected by everyone in my Buddhist and Taoist circles."
At a roadside tea stall, Huixin sat opposite Su Ping, clasping her hands together, "May he never suffer the pain of lust again in his reincarnation."
"嘁~"
Su Ping curled his lips disdainfully.
At this time, he had calmed down from the feeling of unreality, and there was only a trace of regret left in his heart.
Good people don't live long, leaving disaster in their homes...
Then, Su Ping thought about himself.
Although it is a bit unreasonable to think like this, even Shen Yushu said that if Duke Ding died, the Duke's mansion would definitely not think about letting him marry into the family.
So, now, I don’t actually have to rush to Dongzhou anymore?
No, it should be that it is up to you to decide whether to stay or go.
Thinking of this, Su Ping's remaining sense of urgency completely dissipated.
"The donor seems to have realized something?"
The sensitive Huixin noticed something and asked.
"Realize that people should enjoy themselves while they are alive, otherwise if they suddenly die one day, wouldn't it be a loss of blood?"
Su Ping said angrily and asked: "By the way, monk, do you have money?"
There are all merchant ships on the Wei River. Even if you have a standing ticket, it is not free.
He remembered that apart from two pieces of clothing, there were only scriptures and documents left in Huixin's baggage. It didn't look like he had any money at all. How could he take the boat?
"No."
Sure enough, Huixin shook her head.
"Oh, you have such a big heart."
Su Ping took out a banknote from his bag and handed it over, "Don't say you don't accept monetary donations. I'm just doing you a favor and accepting my contribution on behalf of the Buddha."
"this……"
Huixin was just honest, not stupid. She knew that Su Ping was trying to help her in a different way, so she immediately said, "The poor monk only needs a piece of dead wood."
"Deadwood?"
Su Ping was speechless, "You want to use a piece of wood to cross the Weishui River? Brother, do you know how fast the Weishui River is? Are you going to die?"
Hui Xin was unmoved, and just as he was about to answer, the merchant at the next table said quietly: "Don't you know? The Wei River has stopped flowing."
"Cut off?"
They both turned to look.
"This area of Weiyang City has not had a drop of water for several months, and the river bed is so dry that a carriage can walk on it."
The merchant threw peanuts into his mouth and said in a very depressed tone: "If it doesn't rain, if it doesn't rain, my whole family will starve to death if someone like me makes a living by boating."
"Master Zhuo is joking. Who in Weiyang City doesn't know that your Master Zhuo has a lot of wealth, and you can't spend all of your property in Zhanghua in a few lifetimes."
The middle-aged owner of the teahouse put down a basket of steamed buns and said with a smile.
"Well said! There will be a reward!"
The merchant named Zhuoye immediately became very happy, took out a two-tael silver ingot and threw it over.
Su Ping withdrew his gaze and put the banknotes back into his bag: "That's it, you must be planning to walk there barefoot."
"Walking on trees and hiking are all practices."
Huixin nodded.
Su Ping looked like this, shrugged helplessly, and stood up: "Let's go and take a look."
According to the description in the Imperial College books, the entire Weishui River is similar to the shape of "Y".
The upper reaches is next to Xizhou, runs from west to east, turns near Weiyang City, and extends to the west of Zhongzhou, connecting with Yang River on the way.
Arriving at Nanyu Prefecture, the Weishui River turns again, crossing the entire Daqing from west to east, passing through Dongzhou and flowing into the Endless Sea.
Therefore, it is theoretically impossible for Huixin to take a dead tree to the upper reaches of the Wei River.
But Su Ping didn't find it strange.
Buddhism and Taoism always require some unimaginable means.
What's more, a wise heart is not afraid of death.
After about half a day, the two of them arrived at Youxiandu, not far from the end of Wuhui Pass.
"Hiss~"
Su Ping took a breath of cold air.
As far as the eye can see, the surface of the Wei River, which is a hundred feet wide, has been cracked into large and small clods of earth, and you can't see the edge at a glance.
There were many people on it, holding sharpened wooden poles, trying to find dead fish that might be in the cracks.
According to this situation, if it doesn't rain for a few more months near Weiyang City, even the well water may dry up completely.
Not to mention carrying people on this riverbed, there is no problem at all for running an army...
Just when he thought of this, Su Ping's expression suddenly changed and he grabbed Hui Xin's sleeve: "Monk, if you want to leave, hurry up. If you don't leave, it will be too late!"
"Why did the donor say this?"
Hui Xin asked in confusion.
Su Ping looked around, gritted his teeth, pulled Huixin and squatted down, picked up a dead branch, and started drawing on the ground.
"You see, there is no return from here to here."
Su Ping drew a long and thin line, and then drew a small circle next to the line: "This is Youxiandu... Do you understand?"
"I don't understand." Huixin shook her head honestly.
"Let me ask you, Duke Dingguo has kept the barbarians at bay for more than ten years. Do you think the barbarians are willing to do so?"
"You mean...the foreign tribes will take advantage of Duke Ding's death to attack No Return Pass?"
Hui Xin's eyes flashed.
Although Buddhism and Taoism are called heretics by people in Zhongzhou, human races and alien races can still be clearly distinguished.
"I also hope that those guys with brain muscles will attack the no-return level."
Su Ping sighed, "There is no return barrier for seven hundred miles. The shortest wall is three feet high. There are beacon towers every ten miles. No matter where we attack, it is impossible to break through the barrier in a short time."
"And when the 600,000 Chisong Army arrives, even without the command of Duke Ding, the barbarians won't be able to take advantage of it. It's scary. They won't be able to return unless they attack..."
"You mean...!"
Hui Xin suddenly raised her head and looked at the flat river bed.
"I don't know if the barbarians have the habit of stationing troops, but I know that Langjuxu Mountain, where the barbarian royal court is located, is 1,800 miles away from the main pass of Wuhui Pass."
Su Ping drew a vertical line vertically downward, connected to the previous horizontal line, and at the top of the vertical line, he drew a new diagonal line, connecting to the small circle, "And from Langjuxu Mountain to Youxiandu,
It’s only less than a hundred miles farther than returning to the main pass!”
Huixin finally understood what Su Ping meant. Suddenly her face was filled with shock and she said urgently: "Notify the government immediately!"
"Tch, you are a Xizhou heretic, who will believe what you say? It would be better if we don't arrest you as a barbarian spy."
"Even if the guard general believes it, will the Chisong Army dare to come? Do you still want to go back to the border without returning?"
"So, this is an unsolvable situation unless Duke Dingguo is resurrected."
Su Ping threw the dead branches aside and clapped his hands: "Otherwise, the only thing we can hope for is that the barbarians never noticed that the Wei River was cut off."
"Unfortunately, they have already discovered it."
Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind Su Ping.
Su Ping looked up blankly, and saw a little old man with gray hair, hunched over, looking at him with a smile.
"Uh... I'm laughing at you. It was just a kid's nonsense. You can't take it seriously."
Su Ping stood up quickly and kept waving his hands.
The analysis just now, no matter how reasonable and well-founded, is just his own prediction. If it spreads and causes panic among the people, the government will accuse people if they are not allowed to do so.
In Daqing, those who make war will lose their heads.
"donor."
Huixin also stood up and nodded to the old man.
"You are a monk from Xizhou, I know."
The old man smiled and said: "Just like this little brother, if you want to return to Xizhou on foot, you have to hurry up, otherwise if you are caught up by the barbarians, you won't be able to find your whole body."
"The poor monk won't leave."
Huixin shook her head and looked in the direction of Langjuxu Mountain.
"scare?"
Su Ping was stunned: "You want to challenge the barbarian army alone?"
Theravada Buddhism only saves oneself. When did it become so selfless?
"..."
Huixin was silent for a moment and said: "I just suddenly don't want to go to Xizhou anymore."
"Okay... it's hard to persuade the damn ghost with words, it's up to you."
Su Ping seemed a little unhappy, and turned around and got on the horse, "Monk, we have no time to meet. I will give you a stick of incense during the Ghost Festival next year. Drive~!"
Just like that, one person and one horse drove away.
Su Ping and Huixin are different.
Although he is not cold-blooded, he is not that noble either.
If he could guarantee that he would not suffer any losses, he would not mind saving the people of the Northland.
But he knows how little power an individual has in the face of war.
Especially for a little guy like him.
As for the monk who saved him, he was just a stubborn ass, and he couldn't blame anyone even if he wanted to die.
The only thing he could do was to hope that his guess would not happen.
Huixin watched Su Ping go away, clasped her hands together and bowed slightly.
"Little monk, let's go."
The little old man smiled and said, "I lied to you just now. Before Duke Dingguo died, he cleaned up all the barbarian explorers nearby, and they couldn't find that the Wei River was cut off."
"this……"
Huixin was a little stunned by the completely opposite remarks one after the other.
"Why are you stunned? Just get out of here."
The little old man waved his hand impatiently, and a trace of breath came out of his body.
This breath is extremely weak, even if Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu come here, it will be impossible to detect it.
But for Buddhism, which is famous for its induction, it is so clear.
"you are……!!"
Hui Xin's eyes suddenly widened with shock on her face.
"Shut up!"
The little old man glared at Huixin and said, "Gungun, get out quickly, I'm watching you get out."
"Little monk... take leave."
Huixin bowed respectfully, then got off the river bed without hesitation and ran wildly along the upstream direction. After a while, she disappeared from sight.
That breath was filled with extremely strong blood evil, so powerful that he didn't even dare to think about it deeply.
The only choice is to listen to the old man's words and speed up to leave here.
The little old man shook his head, wiped away the sand paintings on the ground, and then looked in the direction Su Ping left, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.