A Buddha's name: "There is only one stone inside."
"Then...who else is there in the Ten Nis?" Ling Muyun found it hard to believe the mythical legend.
Although there is indeed something fishy about Sima Nuyan, it is not difficult to impersonate her and pretend to be sophisticated.
Now, if it were not for the ten reversals and the fruit of the Dharma were clearly stated, in the past, the Dharma fruit might have been given a thunderbolt on the spot and given a enlightenment.
"The monk only knows that Ling Hao is the leader of the Ten Rebellions. As for the others, the monk really doesn't know!"
Ling Muyun wanted to get more information from Faguo's words, but it was no longer possible, so he changed his question: "How do you know that Fotucheng is one of the ten evils?"
Lu Ji only knew that Lu Youcai was one of the ten evils, and knew nothing about the others. Faguo knew basically the same thing, except that he had the additional information that Ling Hao was the leader of the ten evils.
If we change the angle, predict what is happening, and then understand why it is happening, will there be any gains?
"There is a destiny in the dark! Donor Ling is a Heavenly Master, and he may know a thing or two!"
Faguo’s words are full of Zen inspiration.
"Longhu Mountain?" Ling Muyun said subconsciously: "Can we know the truth if we find Master Zhang?"
"Master Zhang is patrolling the world and his whereabouts are uncertain. I'm afraid we won't see him until the grand ceremony in three years' time!" Faguo did not answer directly and continued: "Donor Ling, the monk really doesn't know anything else!"
"Tell me what you want." Ling Muyun knew that Faguo wouldn't know the details if he continued to ask, so he returned to the original topic.
"Buddhism has gone through calamities, please ask Ling Donor to help."
"when?"
"Amitabha! There is cause and effect in the world." Faguo did not answer, clasped his hands together, turned and left.
"You can't explain clearly!" Ling Muyun looked at Faguo's figure and thought of Daoli again: "When you meet Daoli, you must ask clearly if his master is Fotucheng!"
Longhu Mountain, Zhengyi, Zhang Tianshi?
Ling Muyun recited silently in his heart, carefully planning the itinerary, and finally slapped his thigh: a person must have a beginning and an end, how can he start in chaos and end up giving up?
Tushan listens to music without delaying Longhushan and his party!
"Brother Yun!" Juqu Mengxun came over: "Where are you going?"
"Slaughter the mountain!" Ling Muyun said firmly.
"Then I wish Brother Yun a happy journey!"
"You're not going?"
"The Juqu family has more important things!"
Juqu Mengxun's words made Ling Muyun stunned for a moment, and then he said with black lines on his head: "Do you think I have nothing to do?"
Juqu Mengxun made no excuses and gave a respectful bow: "Brother Yun, there is no way I can repay you for saving my life. Please accept this gift."
"Okay, okay, Luo Suo, since I have something to do, I'm going to run the business with you."
"The purpose of running a business is to allow Liang Xi, the governor of Liangzhou, to sleep well." Juqu Mengxun said cryptically.
In fact, he read history books extensively, had outstanding intelligence, and was proficient in astronomy and geography. Liang Xi, the governor of Liangzhou, was often afraid of his talents.
Therefore, Juqu Mengxun often traveled and drank, hiding his talent.
This business trip was even more impromptu, and who knew that he was almost killed.
Everyone has their own ambitions, so Ling Muyun naturally would not force him to stay. Seeing Juqu Mengxun's fading figure, he sighed: "I'm alone again! Before going to Tushan, let's go to Qiuci to complete the oxcart."
In the Jin Dynasty, there were few horses and many oxen.
Over time, coupled with the royal family's praise, scholar-bureaucrats and nobles liked to drive around in oxcarts, and riding oxcarts became a fashion.
When Ling Muyun left Dingbei, some land was still being plowed by humans and there were not enough oxen, so he was reluctant to drive an ox cart to follow the trend.
Now the bulging package contains gold, jade and jewelry. How can I not change it to an ox cart?
Wouldn't it be fun to imitate the scholar-bureaucrats, bring a few bottles of wine, and watch the clouds roll and relax?
On the next road, Ling Muyun no longer looked for the caravan rashly, but walked alone.
Singing street songs, eating casually hunted game, and sleeping in the sand.
In the remaining months, Qiuci is in sight.
However, with Ling Muyun's current dignity, he was like a beggar with a golden mountain: his hair was disheveled, his body was covered in dirt, and he exuded a smell that he couldn't bear.
The first priority is to find an inn and change.
"Shibanya Inn" is not worthy of its name. There are no stone slabs on the ground and no cliffs, but it is magnificently decorated and quite grand.
Even the largest inn in Dingbeicheng is not half as big as Shibanya Inn.
Ling Muyun nodded with satisfaction. Only an inn like this could live up to the gold and jade treasures in his package.
If you have money in your pocket, you will naturally live like a rich person. When you run out of money, you will have to go to Parrot Island.
Lifting his legs and walking up the steps, looking at the waiter with his nostrils pointing upward, Ling Muyun realized that he was too shabby and didn't want to suffer the consequences.
"Go away, go away! You stinking beggar!" The waiter's attitude towards the ragged Ling Muyun was extremely harsh: "I don't even want to ask where this place is. Is this what you expect?"
Ling Muyun is not angry. High-end inns pay more attention to the guest's experience. Although the waiter's attitude is indeed a little irritating, in essence, there is nothing wrong with it.
He calmly took out a piece of gold cake from the package, shook it in his hand, and handed it to the waiter.
The waiter took the gold cake with doubts on his face, wiped it carefully with his sleeves, took a bite, and his eyes suddenly shone brightly: "Master, please come inside, I will prepare a room for you."
"Prepare hot water and cook something delicious first. I'm not short of money!"
The waiter never imagined that one person's appetite could be so big.
What made him scratch his hair even more was the generous spender Ling Muyun. This honor was really difficult for him to understand. Either the fashion had changed and beggars became popular, or he stepped on shit and looked like a nouveau riche.
The table was full of food, and we devoured it voraciously. Finally, we ordered a plate of fruits, which we euphemistically called Liu Liu Gao.
The waiter confirmed that he was a nouveau riche.
Ling Muyun couldn't care less about other people's eyes. After he had finished drinking and eating, he rubbed his round belly, put on the Hu clothes bought by the waiter, and strolled out of the inn.
Different from the customs of Dingbei, the things sold in the streets and alleys of Qiuci City are completely different from those in Dingbei.
However, what attracted Ling Muyun the most was the blacksmith shop.
There is no other reason than that the Mo Blade has no scabbard.
I used to carry it lamely, so I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. But when I had to do it all by myself, I realized that if I didn't pay attention, my clothes would be cut, which was very inconvenient.
"Shop, can you make a scabbard?"
"It can be done! Kucha is famous for its iron smelting. Why can't it make a scabbard?" The blacksmith stopped his work and said, "The Hakka accent is not like that of Kucha people. Are they from Daqin?"
"People from the Xishan area of the Jin Dynasty."
The blacksmith smiled heartily.
Since the advent of Qin King Fu Jian's power, the Western Region Protectorate has long been no longer dominated by the Jin Dynasty.
Lü Guang, the heroic general under the throne of Hou Tian, attacked Qiuci two years ago. The former city lord Bai Chun ran away with his treasure. The current city lord Bai Zhen is also regarded as a territory of Great Qin.
If we say that Qiuci City is located to the south of the river, then the northwest should have been called the people of the Qin Dynasty.
"Do the Hakkas spend their time in caves?" The blacksmith's words were more or less sarcastic.
"You blacksmith! Doesn't Sima Wei, the king of the northwest, also call himself the King of Jin?" Ling Muyun defended.
The Northwest King only occupies one city in the northwest, regards the Jin Dynasty as the emperor, and guards the illusory north of the Tianshan Mountains. His foolish loyalty is just for his own enjoyment.
Further north, not to mention the bitter cold, it's eerie and scary, but are there any people there?
Da Qin went to attack a city that had no value, unless King Fu Tian was crazy.
