At noon, the dog day sun is spicy, there is no wind on the official road on the north bank of the Wei River, but the hot river water is steaming up, the hot and humid air can not be dispersed, making people sweat and feel extremely stuffy, as if it was stuffed into a big steamer between heaven and earth.

The commanders and guys of the caravan of the Young Master's Mansion were sweating profusely, and even the cattle and horses seemed to be rolling in the water, so they had no choice but to eat this bowl of rice, and they had to bite the bullet to resist the poison, after all, the things transported on this trip were not fun, and they were delivered one day earlier, and the burden on their shoulders was unloaded one day earlier.

But the lamas who accompanied them were miserable, where had they seen such hot weather on the snowy plateau? Hurrying with their fiery heads, they opened their mouths and gasped, like exhausted Tibetan mastiffs.

Originally still triumphant, Echao Nima, at this time also lost his energy, a face was roasted to oil, both sides of the official road were bare, the woods were more than ten zhang away, not touched by the coolness of the shade, but the continuous chirping of cicadas, making people more and more upset.

A junior brother next to him raised the sleeves of his wide monk's robe and wiped his sweat, "Senior brother, find a shady place to rest, if you continue like this, we won't go back to the snowy plateau, but we will go to the West Heaven of Bliss first." ”

Although Echao Nima couldn't stand the heat, he shook his head after hesitating for a while: "I can't stop." Tenzin, His Holiness has explained, let's stay overnight and go back to Daxue Mountain as soon as possible...... Just bear with it on the road, take a break and don't worry, as soon as the breath in your mouth is relaxed, you don't know when you can get up! ”

Echao Nima brought out his master, King Weide, and the brothers couldn't say anything anymore, so they had to endure the surname and survive.

But he heard a shout from the caravan guy in front of him, and just as he didn't know what had changed, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly rushed over with the reins.

It turned out that there was a melon shed next to the official road, and several foot merchants were buying melons around, and the old farmer who sold melons had a black face, wearing a homespun coat, and a coarse cloth handkerchief wrapped around his head, and took a big green watermelon, and cut it down in the hand knife, really pulled out the golden saber, cut through the cangyu bottle, a thousand red cherries, and a ball of citrine.

The foot merchant picked up the melon and gnawed it, the green one was the melon skin, the red one was the melon pulp, and the sweet juice flowed down the corner of the mouth when he took a bite.

A foot merchant praised while eating: "The big watermelon in Tongzhou is the best in the pass, and it really deserves its reputation!" ”

What do you say about the vain skin, what do you talk about the six pure roots, Echao Nyima saw this scene, and all the concentration of Zen meditation and enlightenment was thrown out of the clouds, and he couldn't help licking the corners of his chapped mouth.

The lamas were even more scrambling to buy watermelons to eat.

Echao Nyima suddenly became alert and stopped drinking, "Wait! ”

The junior disciples blinked their eyes, not understanding what the senior brother was going to smoke again.

"Beware of the melon drugged!" Echao Nima shouted.

The lamas are hot and thirsty, where can they endure it? Even the senior brother couldn't care less when he spoke, and pointed to a few foot merchants, and shouted: "If they are drugged, why are they okay?" ”

"It's okay for them to eat, and it's okay for us to eat!" Echao Nima said loudly, with a smug face: "You haven't read the books of the Han people, they are the most cunning, "Water Margin" outwitted the birth gang, Yang Zhi is the way!" ”

The lamas immediately looked up to the senior brother Gao Shan, and even the Han people's Water Margin has seen it, this knowledge is amazing! Since it is said in the book, it must not be wrong.

And don't laugh, the Central Plains culture is broad and profound, and the ordinary jokes told by storytellers are already fantastical in the eyes of remote barbarians, Nurhachi started with a copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", why can't Nyima read "Water Margin" and go to the rivers and lakes?

The old melon farmer couldn't help it, slapped the watermelon loudly, and shouted: "This master master should not be suspicious, the little old man sells melons on this road every summer, who doesn't recognize my prince?" The melon is juicy and sweet, and it is praised from far and near, and there is nothing strange about it. ”

Is it only the princess who sells melons and boasts? The prince also praised his own melon, picked up a piece of melon and took a few bites, and said loudly: "Where is what?" Master, you see. ”

Several foot merchants also spoke for the prince and praised the melon.

Forehead Nyima sneered, the lama acted arrogantly, and he had already beaten the old man who sold melons elsewhere, but at this time, the caravan was burdened with a splashing role, and he didn't dare to make a mistake, just opened a pair of strange eyes, looked at the old man and sneered, and said in his heart No matter how you blow nonsense, I just won't be fooled.

"Let's go, don't delay the journey!" Towards Nima urged fiercely, and forced the senior brothers and caravan guys to not allow them to buy melons to eat.

After walking two or three miles, the melon shed has been far behind, I didn't see it, I saw the melon shed but couldn't eat the watermelon, the lamas only felt that the throat was dry and painful, and from time to time they twisted their necks to look at the melon shed, full of reluctance.

At this moment, a peaceful cart in front of it was pulled by a mule, and it came with a grunt, the cart was full of large green watermelons, and a strong man wearing a straw hat and holding a small whip to drive the mule.

It's a big watermelon again! The lamas' scalps were so sunburned that they drooled at the sight of watermelons, but the elder brother of Jinding Temple was extremely authoritative, and since Echao Nyima did not allow them to eat, they could only lick their dry lips.

He smiled at Nimahaha, shook the reins and hit the horse, and shouted, "Wuna man, do you sell watermelons?" Grandpa Buddha buy some to quench your thirst! ”

The man raised his head, his face was full of hesitation, and he said in a Guanzhong tone: "Buddha, this melon is not for sale, it is just picked from the village and dragged to the market in the same city to sell miles." ”

But it's not, those melons are verdant, and the green leaves of the melon vines are obviously just picked from the ground.

He jumped off the horse towards Nima, pushed the man to the ground with a flick of his palm, picked up the melon and smashed it open, his eyes were full of bright red melon pulp, and the sweet smell came to his nose.

"Haha, this melon is good, the juniors and disciples are all here to eat!" Echao Nyima took the lead and nibbled on the watermelon.

The lamas were overjoyed and rushed to nibble on the watermelon, and some people ate a few bites before asking, "Senior brother, how can this melon be eaten?" ”

Echao Nyima was very proud, and said confidently: "The melons in the melon shed are not a trap, and the melons that are transported on this road are different, how does he know that we want to grab this melon to eat?" There is categorically no problem with watermelon. ”

The lamas were immediately full of words, and while nibbling on watermelons, they praised the senior brother as a monk who had comprehended the great wisdom and great roundness, and deserved to be the head of the second generation of disciples of Jinding Temple.

"You, you bad lamas, grab the watermelon!" The man who drove the car patted the dust and stood up, looking like a wreck.

How much is a couple of watermelons worth? Echao Nyima was not ready to grab the melon, just give some broken silver, but the lamas were used to being domineering, and when they saw that this man was aggrieved, they rolled up their sleeves and wanted to fight.

"Oh, you're still going to beat people!" The man held his head in his hands and ran away in a puff of smoke, not even wanting a peaceful car.

The lamas laughed, but Echao Nyima, who was gnawing on watermelon, stopped, looking at the back of the man and was stunned.

Suddenly, a lama shouted: "No, I'm dizzy, I think it's heat stroke?" ”

Another lama also spun around, unable to stand on his feet, and his body fell to the ground: "What, what's going on?!" ”

The melon is poisonous! He slammed the watermelon to the ground, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

Pour, pour! Qin Lin laughed, cranked the folding fan in his hand, and walked out of the woods not far from the official road, with Bai Shuanghua on the left and Yin Binshang on the right.

"Mr. Yin's plan to attack the east and west is really wonderful!" Qin Lin stroked his palms and praised.

Yin Binshang thanked him: "The so-called sound of the east and the west is the enemy's will to be chaotic, not to worry, and the image of the Kunxia to the top, it is beneficial to take it involuntarily." This is a clever plan of the sages, Yin did it easily, and did not dare to take credit. Thanks to the wonderful use of the White Sect Master's immortal medicine, it can work in one fell swoop. ”

Bai Shuanghua snorted coldly, and asked Yin Bin to discuss it was boring, only when Qin Lin talked to her could he answer a few more words.

It was just that the watermelon sold by the old man was not drugged, but the melon transported by the Taiping car was coated with the secret medicine of the White Lotus Sect on the melon skin, and suddenly saw a shed selling melons on the official road.

When the lamas passed by the melon shed, they were hooked with gluttonous worms, but they couldn't eat half of the piece, and when they were thirsty, they saw the melons that were transported on the road, and what the clever Echao Nyima would do, it was self-evident.

The lamas were holding watermelons and nibbling on them, the juice was stained all over their hands, and the medicine from the melon skin was also stained everywhere.

He struggled to step forward, but his legs were as weak as noodles, and he was panting like a cow, but he couldn't move.

The rest of the juniors and disciples are not as good as him, and the situation is even worse, one by one they are paralyzed on the ground unconscious, foaming at the mouth, like crabs spitting bubbles.

"You, what are you going to do? We are the caravan of the Puzhou Young Master's Mansion! Seeing that the lamas were unlucky, a man in charge of the caravan cried out.

Just now, the lama rushed to eat the watermelon, but the caravan guys didn't have that blessing, one by one they swallowed and salivaed, but they didn't expect the lamas to let them all go, and they can still stand upright, which can be regarded as a blessing and a curse.

Qin Lin snapped the folding fan away, and shouted: "Puzhou Zhang Yunling befriended foreign feudal clans for the crime of smuggling weapons, Qin was ordered to go to Shanxi to do business, and cracked the case in one fell swoop. ”

Yin Binshang also pointed from afar, and commanded loudly: "Niu Qianhu, lead the crowd to cut off their back road from the east, Lu Qianhu, outflank ...... from the side."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of hooves sounded like thunder in the forest more than ten zhang away from the official road, and many horsemen wearing flying fish suits galloped back and forth, smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the shadows were more than I know how many soldiers and horses!

The caravan guys were all frightened and at a loss.

At a critical juncture, suddenly an old man lifted the straw hat on his head, his eyes were shining under his snow-white eyebrows, and he laughed loudly: "Master Qin, the poor monk has been waiting here for a long time!" ”

(To be continued)