After having had enough wine and food, it was almost noon. Chang Yu was in good spirits, but Kuang Ren and the other three looked a little tired after not sleeping all night, so they gave up the idea of wandering around Dezhou City, and the group contacted Monk Haihong and slowly left the city.
Haihong was walking without a horse, but even though he was holding dozens of kilograms of Zen sticks, he still walked like the wind. His breath remained unchanged and his expression did not change. Chang Yu secretly checked and admired in his heart.
It's just that there are still two to three hundred miles to Jinan, and we can't let the monk follow the horse all the way, so he asked someone for directions and went to the mule and horse market in the city to buy him a mount, but the price was ridiculously expensive. The asking price was twelve taels. According to the market price at this time in the Ming Dynasty, a top-grade horse only cost twelve or three taels of silver.
But these days...well, it would be nice to be able to buy things with money.
The five cavalrymen left the city gate and were about to let their horses go back to the camp. They heard shouts behind them and turned around to see Li Muxian, Wuzhong Chen Wangting and others. They were also in the mood to go back to the camp and sleep after they had eaten and drank. I had to go on a journey last night.
Hey, several people couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw Monk Haihong. Wu Zhong frowned and looked up and down, while Li Muchian stepped forward and greeted: "Master is..."
Monk Haihong was surprised to see that there was a Taoist priest, but his eyes were quickly attracted to Chen Wangting and Wuzhong. With his eyesight, he could naturally tell that both of them were top internal masters. The second master Guan looked like The popularity of the mountain is rare in the world. The iron tower man next to him, both internal and external, looks stupid at first glance. Who knows that his aura suddenly changes drastically, and a monstrous fighting spirit bursts out... This is a great master, just unleash the war Do you think this is a provocation?
Hey, the honest man next to him who looks like a banker... Damn it, why are there so many masters around this little eunuch! The great monk finally changed his color, thinking that he could get some rare goods, but he didn't expect... One or two people are fine, why are they still in piles and groups? Dongchang really has the means.
But facing a Taoist priest who was trying to get close to him and a strong man with a fierce fighting spirit, the great monk didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. He turned to look at Chang Yu, only to see that he had already walked away.
In the camp outside the city, most of the soldiers were sleeping soundly. Chang Yu washed up and got into the carriage to take a nap. As for the excitement caused by the great monk outside, he didn't bother to pay attention to it and fell into a dream.
I woke up in a daze and heard Li Muxian muttering outside the car window: "Sir, you picked up a wild monk somewhere, don't be fooled."
"You are still a wild Taoist priest. No liar can deceive you." Wuzhong's voice was low but clear to the ears.
"Fart, this poor Taoist is a serious Taoist priest." Li Muchian roared: "Handan Lu Ancestral Temple! I am the disciple of the temple master!"
"You, Lu Ancestral Temple, are the Shaolin Temple. You are the master's brother, and they are the abbot's brother. What's wrong with you? What are you yelling about?" Wuzhong chuckled bitterly.
Li Muchian was startled: "How do you know his origin? He, he is not mute? Did he talk to you? Why didn't he talk to Pindao?" It turned out that Monk Haihong didn't say a word to him.
"Hey, I'm an eminent monk, I don't want to join in the same deeds with you." Wuzhong clapped his hands, turned around and hummed a tune and walked away. Li Muchian was furious and stared at the great monk who was meditating under the shade of a tree in the distance. , was about to go to ask what happened, but saw Chang Yu get out of the car and stretch out: "Tiantian said that he is a Taoist with a pure heart and few desires, how come he gets angry so easily, and exploded after being provoked by that guy in Wuzhong? It’s over”.
"But he is not a careless person. I treat him politely and pretend to be deaf and mute but talk freely with that guy. Isn't it insulting to me?" Li Muchian said angrily.
Chang Yu sighed and looked at Wuzhong's careless figure as he walked away: "How a clever person like you can be tricked by that fool really makes me speechless."
Uh... Li Muxian was startled: "Your Majesty, what you mean is that the guy in Wuzhong deceived the poor. Then, how did he know the origin of the monk..." Then he patted his forehead: "It must be Kuang Ren and the others who said that the poor How come... Hey, this damn Wuzhong..."
Chang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If you were half as calm as that great monk, you wouldn't have Wuzhong shouting at you all day long, and you wouldn't look like a good person if you look sneaky every day."
Li Muchian was choked immediately, turned to look at Monk Haihong under the shade of the tree, and said to himself: "Are you calm? Why are you pretending to be a ghost when you look at him?"
"Otherwise, that monk must be an eminent monk with his solemn face. Besides, how could the factory owner stay with me all night?" Qiao Sanxiu came out from nowhere, looked at Hai Hong in the distance and whispered, "It's just... I have never seen Wuzhong respect him much, he is so rude to a great monk that he is almost called a bald donkey."
Chang Yu was startled when he heard this, and then laughed: "Master Qiao, doesn't he know that the title monk is an honorific title for a monk who has a certain level of cultivation and can be a teacher?"
Qiao Sanxiu was startled and scratched his head: "I really don't know this" and looked at Li Muchian.
Li Muxian nodded: "This is a great monk. Although I don't know if his Buddhist teachings are boundless, he is definitely a master of martial arts. He is capable of both internal and external training. Even Wuzhong may not be able to please him... Hey, Mr. Factory Master, who are you? How did you find such a treasure?"
"Buddha is destined to ferry people." Chang Yu smiled slightly and said, "Perhaps because I killed too many people, God sent this monk to ferry me."
Li Muchian chuckled: "I know that the factory official doesn't believe this. Besides, you are afraid that the monk's magic power will not be enough to save you after killing you."
"Didn't you say that even the great masters like Wuzhong can't get you, and the governor can't escape from Wuzhishan?" Chang Yu chuckled, and Li Muchian was stunned: "Is it possible that the poor man made a mistake? This man's energy is restrained sometimes. It's rare in the world to be able to find things that are so subtle that they can turn the world upside down."
"You're not mistaken, he is indeed a great master, but if he fights against Wuzhong, he will be defeated within thirty moves." Chang Yu snorted: "Master Qiao or Master Chen, which one is not a top master, but against Wuzhong there is no such thing as a master." How is it? Is it the skill that is lacking?"
Li Muxian and Qiao Sanxiu looked at each other and smiled bitterly and shook their heads. The only difference was their actual combat experience. Wuzhong was rich in fighting skills and killing people.
As for Monk Haihong, although he has profound skills, he may not have ever fought against anyone. This is the biggest gap between them.
In the afternoon, the sky was cloudy and not very hot. The soldiers regained their strength and ate some dry food in a hurry. Chang Yu ordered them to break camp and go south. Hundreds of cavalry soldiers rode their horses and whips from the east of Dezhou City, which attracted the people to point and point. Those with eyesight could see it. This is no ordinary soldier.
Marching on the road was the most boring thing. Chang Yu lost interest and galloped for a while, then changed horses and rode in the carriage with his eyes closed to recuperate. However, because of the addition of a monk in the team, his subordinates became more curious and followed him all the way to ask questions. After much questioning, I found out that the great monk didn't listen, seemed deaf or dumb, and just rode on horseback.
This made Li Muxian and Wuzhong really doubt whether the great monk was mute, but Kuang Ren patted his chest and assured him that it was absolutely normal.
"Hey, it seems that the eminent monk doesn't bother to associate with us." Li Muchian curled his lips with disdain on his face. Wuzhong held his horse and approached the great monk: "I am the undefeated Dongchang. If the great monk is hungry, he can challenge me to fight at any time." He patted the horse and hurried off.
The great monk finally glanced at his back.
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