The night was quiet, except for a few groups of night people who occasionally hurried away, it was relatively quiet on this night; when the sun was on the clock, Lin Qing and the others had already gotten up, and after making a simple breakfast to enjoy, several people went on the road again.

Generally, people who do not exercise, or lack of exercise, after a long period of excessive fatigue, will feel soreness in the waist and knees, weakness in the limbs, and cramps all over the body after a night of rest or a period of time.

Originally, Cangsheng wanted to stop and rest for another day to hurry, and Mengqin also agreed, but Lin Qing vetoed it and asked Cangsheng to hurry.

For Lin Qing's request, Mengqin felt that it was very hot, not to mention Cangsheng, who was now difficult to stand, although there was a fire in his heart, Cangsheng still listened to Lin Qing's words, and Mengqin had nothing to say.

With a crutch in one hand and Mengqin in the other, Cangsheng limped on the road, until the evening came, Cangsheng and the others actually traveled more than ten miles.

Along the way, Cangsheng's face was very gloomy, because every step he took, he felt like his legs were about to collapse, if he wasn't a monk and didn't have a super strong state of mind support, I'm afraid he would have been lying down by now.

"Amitabha!"

Just when a few people had just set up their tents and were about to make a fire to cook, a Buddha horn sounded, and several people looked towards the avenue on the side.

Because everyone said that it was in the dust, so in addition to the induction of life and death crisis, the others were completely shielded, which is why the old man and the little girl were on the side, they didn't notice anything, and it was the same at this time......

I saw a bald monk with eight ring scars on his head, as thin as dry bones, only wrapped in a layer of skin, and his eyes were extremely cloudy, and his eyebrows were sparse and white, as if he had fallen off because his nutrition could not keep up.

There is a thin patch robe on the body, and there are some torn holes on the robe that have not been repaired, these small holes are new and old, and it seems that they have not been mended for a long time;

This belongs to the east of the world, it is already very close to the East China Sea, the sea and land climate is impermanent, and now it is approaching the cold winter, such weather, wearing such a little clothing, the monk actually does not have the slightest cold.

"Old monk, what are you going to do?" Lin Qing opened his mouth with a big grin, and at the same time looked at the monk with a curious gaze.

"Amitabha!" The monk pronounced a Buddha horn, and the voice of compassion introduced himself: "The poor monk Fadu, from the Xijing Demon Country, all the way east just to watch the East China Sea is only surging magnificent, today I see the donor and others preparing to make a fire to make rice, meet the fate, can you give the poor monk some food?"

"Uh!" Cang Sheng heard the other party's words, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Xijing Demon Kingdom!

The name of this country has never been heard of, but there is no doubt that this Xijing Demon Country should be a country in the Demon Realm, because how can a country in the Righteous Path region be named after a demon? This practice is the consistent style of the Demon Dao Country.

The Demon Dao is very chaotic, and it is precisely because it is very chaotic that the orderly existence of the country is very difficult to gain a foothold, but those who can gain a foothold are all with super strength to suppress the eight directions, not to mention that there are also several scattered immortals in the country, and dozens or hundreds of monks in the Xiaju period.

And he spent a few years on the edge of the demon realm, and it was obvious that in the words of those people chatting, this demon country was not mentioned, so it means that this demon kingdom is not close to the border of the righteous demon.

It is the boundary of the righteous path, to the place of the East China Sea, there is a distance of nearly 10 million miles, plus the Demon Kingdom to the edge of the Demon Realm, then this distance is definitely more than 10 million miles......

If you ride a thousand-mile horse that travels thousands of miles a day and 800 miles at night, it will take decades, and the other party looks like a dusty servant, if he didn't lie, then he hasn't walked for hundreds of years?

However, looking at the other party's face, seeing that there was no malicious intent, Cangsheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, now that he was weak in his limbs, even if he was an immortal cultivator, he could only sit back and wait for a battle in such a physical condition.

It's just that the common people don't understand, is this kind of person in a panic when he is full? How can he walk if he has nothing to do? Looking at the other party's shoes that have worn through the soles of his boots, only one upper remains, and several straw ropes have passed through the bundle from the soles of his feet, and there is no slightest protection of the soles of his feet, it can be seen that the other party's shoes are worn out.

"You monk, we cook, what is the fate with you? I see that you are a monk, how about giving me all the valuable things on your body?" Lin Qing was full of pungency, holding a soup spoon and pointing at the monk, full of unforgiveness: "I see that you are also kind and kind-eyed, why are you rude in this life, and you still find such an excuse to ask for food?"

"Uh!" The monk was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Lin Qing to react like this, but he was only stunned, there was no anger on his face, and he smiled and said: "Where is the donor's words? Meeting is fate, today the poor monk gets a meal, he doesn't know how to repay the spring, even if the poor monk can't do anything for you, he recites the scriptures and prays every day, and puts your name on it, it can be regarded as a ...... for you."

"Okay, okay!" Lin Qing waved the soup spoon, interrupting the old monk and Buddha's rhetoric, full of displeasure: "Your Buddha only cares about the monk bald donkey, and can protect all living beings in the world, and may not be able to protect a few of us, so we don't need any prayers or anything like that, it's really annoying, you stay there quietly, if my aunt and grandmother are in a good mood, I'll give you a bite to eat later, if you're in a bad mood, the soup won't give you to drink." As he spoke, he waved the spoon vigorously, making a vicious and threatening look.

"Uh!" The monk was indeed speechless, but he didn't know what to think in his heart, anyway, he just went with the flow, bent his legs on the spot, and sat down on the avenue.

When Cangsheng saw this scene, he was a little stunned, because there are many monks with bad tempers, and the other party should not be mortals, and it is normal to have a strange temper, but this kind of strange temper, Cangsheng has really never seen it......

Curious in his heart, Cangsheng leaned on his crutch, gave Mengqin a look, and then limped towards the monk.

A little bit I did the work of helping the cook, chopping melons and chopping vegetables for Lin Qing, while Lin Qing began to stir-fry, seeing Cangsheng walking towards the old monk, Lin Qing's eyes lit up slightly, and he instantly returned to his original state, and continued to stir-fry with his head bored.

When he came to the old monk's side, he wiped away Mengqin, and put the crutch in front of him with both palms as a support point for his entire body.

Maybe because of Lin Qing's influence from his ears and eyes, or maybe it was the influence of Lin Qing's words just now, Cangsheng also asked a little arrogantly: "Monk, why do you look so embarrassed? It can't be that you have been robbed and robbed of your fate, right?"

For Buddhism, the common people don't know much about it, but occasionally read books in the Shushan School Library, and they also know that Buddhism pays attention to being alone, and regards money as something outside the body.

"Hehe!" The monk smiled slightly, didn't care about the tone of the common people, nodded and admitted: "That's right, when the poor monk left the temple, he did bring some fate, and he also fasted all the way and gained a lot. ”

After a pause, the monk was full of remorse: "After encountering robbers, the poor monk had just come out of the temple at that time, and his state of mind was still not empty, but he didn't want to cause trouble, so he gave them half of the fate; ”

"One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon; as soon as the killing ring is opened, it is out of control, and the robbers are constantly encountered on the road, and each time from the beginning to give up half of the Dharma, and then only want to give up four percent, three percent, and two layers...... Even later, not only did he not want to give it up, but he also fought back and did some business. ”

"Amitabha!" The monk said with a compassionate Buddha name, and told again: "There is an ancient saying: the murderer is always killed, the poor monk goes all the way east, the person killed is not enough for the mantissa unit, and the harvest is even more immeasurable, and finally provokes the strong, if he does not see the old with the poor monk a senior, only take me ninety percent of the fate of the law, the poor monk suddenly woke up, a body of fate law scattered, alone to the east. ”

"Along the way, eat and sleep, food and clothing along the way, see all the Zhumen dog meat smell, used to see the road has frozen bones, no long things, but my Buddha is compassionate, the poor monk only has a little underwear left, only on behalf of my Buddha's mind, until later, every time I do good, there will be a feeling, I am afraid that because of this, the poor monk has the desire to reach the East China Sea today. ”