Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The sweet ginseng juice flowed out from the mouth after Zhao Ke bit the skin.

Sweet and delicious, with a special fragrance.

Even if you don't say that it is ginseng essence, just because of its crisp and sweet taste, it is not bad as a fruit.

But no matter how good the taste is, if you eat it for a long time, anyone will start to feel sick.

The same is true for Zhao Ke, even if he knows that this stuff is a good thing, but if he eats too much, his mouth always feels dry and oily.

Call out your stamp album, and look at the stamp album, there are two pages full of ginseng essence.

The thickest and largest one is almost as thick as the thigh. It is the old man's ginseng essence. The fruit on the top of his head is as big as a big apple.

This ginseng essence has the best effect unintentionally. Zhao Ke has been refusing to eat it all the time. He wants to keep it and see if he can refine it into some kind of elixir to maximize its effect. Otherwise, he would eat it raw. Such a waste.

Looking at the other piles of ginseng in the stamp album, Zhao Ke couldn't help but sigh, he didn't know how long it would take him to eat them all.

Zhao Ke was eating like chewing wax, tasteless, when suddenly a gust of wind blew.

As soon as Zhao Ke moved his ears, he heard a rush of footsteps in the wind, and in the footsteps, there was also a series of tinkling bells.

Because it is downwind, the sound is coming from the wind, which sounds very close, but in fact there is still a distance between the two.

Just waiting for Zhao Ke to look up,

I saw a monk in white, with a bare head and bare feet, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. As for the sound of the bell, it came from the monk's waist.

The monk ran extremely fast, his stride was windy, and when he ran past Zhao Ke, his eyes swept over Zhao Ke, and he didn't seem to care at first.

But when he stared at Zhao Ke's chest, he suddenly stared, stopped suddenly, turned his head, and looked back and forth at Zhao Ke.

The monk looked at Zhao Ke, and Zhao Ke also looked at the monk.

The monk in front of him looks young, that is, 25-[-] years old, but he has a good skin.

Red mouth and white feet, broad sword eyebrows, tall nose bridge, thin cheeks, sharp edges and corners, this appearance, in reality, is much stronger than those little fresh meat.

The two looked at each other.

Looking at each other, Zhao Ke and the monk were taken aback for a moment, and then they couldn't help but shuddered at each other, feeling uncomfortable all over.

However, after a brief moment of embarrassment, the monk clasped his palms together and said to Zhao Ke, "The poor monk Tongxuan at Baima Temple in Luoyang, Henan Province, you are being polite."

"White Horse Temple?"

Zhao Kezai is not unfamiliar with Luoyang. After all, the old man's last place was Luoyang. He lived there for more than ten years and only moved out today.

Of course, Zhao Ke had also visited this White Horse Temple, saying that it was the first temple in the Central Plains, but Zhao Ke didn't see anything at that time.

But the present monk, who called himself White Horse Temple, surprised Zhao Ke, and somewhat liked him. Speaking of which, the two of them could be regarded as half-citizens.

"Master, you are welcome!"

Maybe it's because of getting used to it, or maybe it's because Zhao Ke has become more psychologically defensive after learning about the divination postman. Regardless of whether the person he is facing is a postman or not, Zhao Ke is unwilling to reveal his real name.

Hearing Zhao Ke's accent, with a sense of familiarity, Tong Xuan's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward and said, "Dare to ask the mage's name."

"Dharma number??"

Zhao Ke was stunned for a while, but soon understood.

In all likelihood, it was the string of prayer beads in my bosom that caused the ghost, plus I was washed off by the flower girl.

A neat short hair was exposed, making himself look a bit like a monk.

After all, except for monks, most people wear big braids.

And some wandering monks, because they haven't had the conditions for a haircut for a long time, naturally grow their hair. They often have short hair like Zhao Ke, but they are far less neat and stylish than Zhao Ke.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Tong Xuan regards Zhao Ke as a monk.

Zhao Ke thought for a while, Tongxuan in front of him seemed to be quite capable, so he might as well follow him first, to see if he could get some Buddhist cultivation methods from him, so that he could open the true teaching in the Buddhist bead in his hand.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Zhao Ke's face, he waved his hands again and again and said, "Don't dare, call it Wu Neng."

Zhao Ke originally wanted to take the name of Wukong.

But after thinking about it, this dharma name is almost dead, it might as well be more realistic, Wu Neng, it sounds very good.

"It turned out to be Master Wu Neng. Where did the Master practice in the temple?"

Zhao Ke could hear a bit of temptation in Tong Xuan's tone, but to Zhao Ke, this kind of temptation was as simple as a child's play.

He opened his mouth and said blindly, "Caesars Palace in Western Land."

"???"

Tong Xuan was taken aback, he hadn't heard of it, but when Zhao Ke mentioned the word Xitu, he couldn't help but wonder if he was a monk from the Western Regions.

After a moment of hesitation on his face, he shook his head and said, "I have never heard of it."

Of course Tongxuan would not have heard of it. This name was the name of a bathing center.

"When I was young, I was taken out of the Central Plains by my family and traveled around for many years. Now I just returned to my hometown. Master is not surprised."

Zhao Ke intentionally fabricated his identity to be mysterious, just to make Tong Xuan feel free to ask.

Just like Guo Degang, I always like to ask you, have you been to XXX?

What?Haven't been there, it's great, I can talk nonsense.

The two chatted casually for a while, then saw Tongxuan rolling his eyes, pointing to the east direction and saying: "It's not convenient to speak here, there is an inn in front, I can go there to find a place to stay, take a temporary rest, and talk all night long. "

After Tongxuan finished speaking, without waiting for Zhao Ke to speak, he immediately said: "I will lead the way for the mage."

Tong Xuan left after speaking, his pace was as fast as before, and in a blink of an eye, there was only a white shadow left in front of Zhao Ke.

Obviously not leading the way, but a temptation.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke strode to follow. In this barren mountain and wild land, Zhao Ke's speed is not only not slow, but even faintly a step faster than Tong Xuan, following behind Tong Xuan leisurely.

"So fast!"

Tong Xuan glanced back, his heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but look carefully, and found that Zhao Ke's feet landed on the ground, but no matter where they stepped, they were as stable as flat ground.

This not only made Tong Xuan a little bit more surprised, but also believed what Zhao Ke said in his heart.

The two walked and chatted.