Aning glanced at him helplessly and squatted beside him, dumbfounded.
Is this a matter of stinginess or not? They're afraid you'll die, okay?
Lin Xiaolu stuffed the poached eggs in the noodle bowl into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, looked around, and asked, "Where's the handsome duck?"
Aning blushed, as if remembering something embarrassing, and said as thinly as a mosquito: "It went to preach to the female ducks raised by the village chief."
"Oh." Lin Xiaolu didn't think much, and continued to eat happily while holding the noodle bowl. Soon the noodle bowl reached the bottom, and he stood up and shouted to the thatched hut behind him:
"Grandpa, village chief, have another bowl!"
The mountain village was just a small stop. After a light meal, the two of us continued our journey.
In the next few days, the carriage passed many villages and crossed two or three Tang Dynasty cities. Lin Xiaolu sat leisurely in the carriage every day, bragging and fighting with Shuai Shuaiya, while Aning remained as talkative as ever. He was silent and drove the carriage for them silently. Nothing special happened during this period. After a few days of leisure, they arrived at the so-called Yanmen Pass.
Yanmenguan is the westernmost city in the Tang Dynasty. Aning said that there is a desert outside the pass, and the so-called Amitabha Temple was built in this border city.
At this moment, the carriage drove into Guancheng and marched slowly through the streets of this small border town.
Lin Xiaolu had never seen a desert before. He curiously poked his head out of the carriage and immediately felt that the climate here was very dry, and the air seemed to be mixed with sand.
The houses here are also built relatively low. Aning told him that because the wind and waves in the desert are relatively strong and there are often sandstorms, there are no high-rise buildings in Yanmenguan and they are easily blown down by strong winds.
Because of the different geographical environments, the construction of cities and towns will naturally be slightly different.
The young man held the handsome duck in his arms and looked around at the surrounding houses and pedestrians. Aning drove a carriage to a majestic earth-yellow temple with many pilgrims.
"This is Amitabha Temple."
Carrying a black cloth bag, she turned around and stretched out her hand to the boy.
"Let's say goodbye here and pay."
Lin Xiaolu happily put a piece of gold into Aning's hand and asked:
"Aning, do you want to leave now? How about we go to the temple together? We are here."
The handsome duck nestled in Lin Xiaolu's arms and shouted to Aning: "Woman, my eldest brother invites you to visit the temple. Don't be disrespectful."
Aning expressionlessly stuffed the gold into the belt around his waist, then shook his head:
"There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. You and I are not the same people. Let's part ways. See you again when we are destined."
After saying that, the cold little girl turned around and left without any intention of dragging her feet.
Lin Xiaolu looked at her leaving figure and scratched his head. Although he had known that this day would come, he did not expect that Aning would be so straightforward.
In his arms, Shuai Shuai Ya lamented and sighed: "Come on, Marshal Lin, we are the only ones left to depend on each other from now on."
Lin Xiaolu nodded depressedly. He felt that after Aning left, the small team began to become deserted, so he was still reluctant to part with Aning, but he had no choice. He could see that Aning was a very stubborn girl.
"Okay, we are destined to meet her again." After saying that, Lin Xiaolu got out of the carriage with Handsome Duck in his arms.
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On the official road of Yanmenguan, Aning carried a long black cloth bag and walked alone in the crowded streets. She walked very fast and urgently, as if she was being chased by something.
While she was running quickly, she quietly took out a small round mirror from her waist and secretly looked behind her. She immediately saw through the mirror that among the people behind her, there were two people wearing light gray gowns. The man was standing looking left and right.
And Aning was startled when he saw these two men, and immediately hid in the alley next to him.
She panted violently and leaned against the wall nervously, her delicate body beginning to tremble uncontrollably out of fear.
Fortunately, after a long time, there was no more movement outside. She breathed a sigh of relief and carefully raised the mirror, ready to check the situation. When she just poked the small mirror out of the alley, A cold laughter came from behind:
"As a princess of a subjugated country, you are considered to be quite impressive for being able to deal with us for so long~"
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"Is the little benefactor also coming to the temple to offer incense? Please come with the poor monk."
"No, I came here to learn martial arts. I heard that there are many powerful monks in Amitabha Temple." Lin Xiaolu said seriously.
In a certain courtyard of the temple, Lin Xiaolu looked at the group of fat monks in front of him with bright eyes, and at the same time he was a little confused.
Why are all the monks in this temple so fat?
At this moment, when the fat monk heard Lin Xiaolu's words about wanting to practice martial arts, he laughed a few times and showed a kind smile.
"The little benefactor has good vision. My Amitabha Temple is famous throughout China. I have many martial arts secrets under my sect, and there are countless powerful monks."
"Wow~" Lin Xiaolu's eyes lit up after hearing the fat monk's words, and he quickly shouted: "Great monk, please let those monks come out to show me."
"Okay, but~"
The fat monk paused, rubbed his fingers towards Lin Xiaolu, and said with a smile: "We still need some incense money from the donor."
"Oh, it's easy to say, I'm rich."
The young man took off the small backpack in a dignified manner, unbuttoned it, and then revealed a dozen gold ingots inside.
The fat monk was immediately startled. His triangular eyes were sunken into his flesh, staring straight at the gold, almost making him laugh.
Lin Xiaolu took out a piece of gold ingots from a pile and threw it to the fat monk, asking: "Is it enough?"
"That's enough, that's enough." The fat monk hid his smile, clasped his palms to Lin Xiaolu, and said respectfully: "The little donor has a kind heart and donated so much incense money to the poor monk at once. The poor monk will go out later. Whoring, oh no, I am going out to help others, and I will definitely promote the great kindness of the little benefactor, so let the monk show you martial arts."
After saying that, under Lin Xiaolu's joyful eyes, he called over a fatter monk.
When Lin Xiaolu saw this big fat man who was panting even when walking, he was confused on the spot. He pointed at him and shouted to the monk: "Is this big fat man a monk?"
"yes."
The monk in the temple nodded solemnly and shouted to the big fat man: "Yongjue, come and show your skills to this little benefactor."
The fat monk smiled when he heard this, and then showed Lin Xiaolu how to split bricks with his bare hands.
He shouted loudly, raised his chubby hand and broke a red brick. The monks around him also cheered loudly in cooperation, but Lin Xiaolu was the only one who looked speechless.
Can this be called Kung Fu?
This is still a red brick!
As long as a healthy adult can split red bricks, he can basically do it, right? Even an ordinary warrior like Brother Zhang Yong can break two or three fired red bricks with one punch. Are you serious about splitting a red brick so loudly?
Although Lin Xiaolu had just started to travel in the world and did not have much experience, he was not stupid. At this moment, he had realized that this Mi Tuo Lu Temple was basically a group of fake monks, each with fat heads, big ears, big shoulders, and round waists. He also claims to be a vegetarian, who can believe this?
