Chapter 80

The wind was cold and it was still drizzling. There were very few pedestrians on the road, only two figures, one green and one yellow, were walking slowly forward. It was Lin Xiu and Jin Xin.

I don’t know when, Lin Xiu began to like wearing blue robes. There were only three sets of clothes in his luggage, and they were all black robes without exception. The blue color made him look more stable. Lin Xiu has been walking in the rivers and lakes for some time. , I have some emotion in my heart, choosing cyan must be a more mature expression.

As for Jin Xin, he was still the same, with copper coins embroidered all over his light yellow clothes, which made people feel uncomfortable.

At this time they were all walking, and the ox cart was given to the old farmer because he couldn't bear the hard work of an old farmer a few days ago. Their hands were reluctant to let go for a long time.

Jin Xin also had a frightened expression on his face. He used to do a lot of sneaky things, and was often insulted by people with all his words. This time, he was respected and thanked by the old man. He was not used to it. After savoring carefully, he found that he still did A good person is better, and his mood improved a lot along the way.

Without the bullock cart, the speed of the two slowed down significantly. Fortunately, Jingzhou City was not far away.

After walking for two days, I can already see the magnificent image of this big city in the south of the Yangtze River from a distance. Beside the post station, thirty miles away from the entrance of the city, there is a tea shed with a frame made of several wooden boards and surrounded by sackcloth on three sides. Although simple, it is a good place for people who are tired of traveling to have a good rest.

The owner of the tea shed is an old man in his fifties, with a red face and a simple and honest smile. His big callused hands are skillfully grabbing a large handful of tea leaves from a large wooden bucket, and then putting the tea leaves separately. In each of the small teapots, hot boiling water was added to them neatly.

In an instant, the fragrance of tea was overflowing, refreshing, causing passers-by to stare sideways, swallowed, leaned closer to the small shed, took out a few copper plates from his pocket, slapped them on the greasy table, and said loudly: "Boss, here is the pot!" Tea, this damn weather, it's really cold, drink some hot water to warm up your body. "

The boss grinned, showing two front teeth, put a rag on his shoulder and said, "Okay."

Lin Xiu and Jin Xin also sat at an empty table and ordered a pot of tea. When the two bowls were full, Jin Xin picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. After drinking, he picked up the teapot and wanted another bowl.

Lin Xiu picked up the teacup and saw the thick tea stains on the bottom of the cup. He frowned and couldn't take a mouthful.

The boss has good eyesight. He just poured the tea on the other table. He happened to see this scene and understood that this young man might be the son of a wealthy family. You must know that these days, the son of the family will smash the restaurant if he is unhappy, but I can't make this young master unhappy, his whole family depends on this small teahouse for a living.

The boss hurried forward, with a happy face: "My little brother, but this cup is not very clean? Why don't you go and replace it with something cleaner?"

Seeing the boss say this, Lin Xiu was a little embarrassed. Although the Lin family is not a rich and noble family, at least they have no worries about food and clothing. These days wandering around in the rivers and lakes, naturally it can't compare with the previous life, but looking at this cup, I really dare not drink it down.

Before Lin Xiu could answer, Jin Xin yelled.

"Brother Lin, you can't be so particular about walking in the rivers and lakes. What you want for this tea is the flavor. The cup you hold in your hand has been used to make tea for decades. It tastes so good. It’s called comfort. If you can’t even get used to this, it can’t be considered breaking the rivers and lakes, don’t you think so, old man?”

"Hey, yes, yes", seeing the fat man in front of him defending himself, the boss was very grateful.

Seeing Lin Xiu's brows relaxed, Jin Xin waved to the boss to greet other guests.

When the boss walked away, Jin Xin lowered his voice and said to Lin Xiu: "Hero Lin, how can you go around like this? Can't someone with a discerning eye see that you are a young child?"

Lin Xiu also knew that he was wrong, so he silently picked up the tea bowl, imitating Jin Xin just now, and drank it all in one gulp. Indeed, although this tea is not as good as the top-quality tea he drank in Guiyuanzong, it still has a certain amount of tea. A unique taste.

Just after Lin Xiu filled the cup in front of him again, a Buddha's chant suddenly sounded in his ear.

Lin Xiu raised his eyes and saw a monk in tattered cassock standing opposite him at some point.

"Amitabha, the two benefactors, the poor monk has been driving for a long time, and I am really thirsty. I wonder if I can ask for a cup of tea?" The old monk clasped his hands and bowed slightly to the two.

"Master, sit down quickly, it's just a cup of tea." Lin Xiu laughed.

The old monk took the tea that was handed over, but he didn't drink it in a hurry, he just looked down at the tea in the bowl.

After a long time, he asked, "What do the two benefactors think of life?"

Now it was Lin Xiu's turn to be silent. He was only a sixteen-year-old boy, how could he have thought about this problem, but Jin Xin opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"In this son-of-a-bitch world, a human life is worth less than a dog's life. Why do people live? Of course it's for liberation." Jin Xin was a little annoyed.

The old monk sighed softly, and looked at Jin Xin with a little compassion: "What the benefactor said is different. The Buddha said that all living beings are suffering, and only detachment can be liberated. May I ask, in the view of the benefactor, how can liberation be achieved?"

Jin Xin smiled self-deprecatingly: "Of course it is to kill the enemy and restore the lintel."

"In this way, can we really be liberated?" The old monk asked back, not waiting for anyone to answer, and then continued: "The common people seek food and clothing, businessmen seek self-interest, officials seek wealth and honor, and emperors seek eternal life. It's a pity, idiot, why can't you see it?"

After speaking, the old monk stretched out his right hand, dipped the tea in the bowl, and drew a "卍" character in the air.

Suddenly the word "卍" flashed away, and instantly penetrated into the center of Jin Xin's eyebrows.

Just as Lin Xiu was about to get up, the old monk patted his shoulder, making him unable to move.

"Don't be anxious, little benefactor. The poor monk has no malicious intentions. It's just that we had an agreement with the ancestors of this fat benefactor a long time ago. If there is any accident, we must keep him by our side. Let him go back to the temple and help him get out of trouble." The old monk had a gentle smile on his face.

Lin Xiu was both shocked and terrified at this moment. In terms of combat power alone, ordinary warriors who had just entered the spirit fusion state were not his opponents, but he was powerless in front of the old monk. Who is this old monk?

"The poor monk wants to take this idiot back to the monastery immediately, the little benefactor, it is fate to meet, and I have a word to say goodbye," the old monk said seriously.

"Master but it's okay to say"

"The journey in the army is always shallow, and the depths still need to travel to Foshan."

When the old monk walked away, Lin Xiu's back was covered in cold sweat, racking his brains, he couldn't understand what he meant.

I hurriedly settled the tea money, and it was getting late, so let's hurry up and find an inn to stay.

He hit the road again, but this time, it was just him.

Thinking about it, it would be better for Jin Xin to follow the old monk. It's not good to always hold revenge in his heart.

Thinking of it this way, he felt much more comfortable, and Lin Xiu strode towards Jingzhou City Gate.

This sixteen-year-old boy came from Huaining, learned from Guiyuan, traveled to Jingzhou, and left deep memories in every place. I don't know what stories will happen next...