Chang'an India

Ten years of time can always leave traces on a person's face, but this brush of time often favors one over the other. When it falls on some people's faces, it is a scribble, while it falls on other people's faces.

Finely crafted.

But the person whom Time has treated most favorably to him is not even willing to carve it carefully, maybe he doesn't know what else to make up for, he hesitated for ten years, and only settled on one stroke: let's add a touch of moonlight.

Marquis Wanjiang played with cats, but couldn't find ghosts, only in the watery moonlight, he saw a face he had seen ten years ago again, feeling a little annoyed for no reason, so he took advantage of the light to touch the corpse sullenly.

There were no clues on the corpses or weapons, which was to be expected.

"You don't need to look at the two that were bitten to death by the raccoon slave." Wan Jianghou touched the little beast on his shoulder. The raccoon slave didn't blame him for touching himself after touching the corpse, and licked it obediently. His finger said, "This group of dead men cannot be raised by just anyone, but the people who raised these dead men are also worthless. They only dare to give me a warning, but they dare not take my life."

"How did you meet?"

"What do you need to ask? If you really want my life, what are these few people doing?" Wan Jianghou said in a natural tone. He was a man who was raised in rich clothes and fine food, but he didn't think the dead things were dirty. , Untied the corpse’s headband and tied the hair again, and handed back the cloth belt that tied Tan Shan’s eyes to him, “Return this rag to you.”

Tan Shan let go of his mind and behaved like ordinary people, making Bian Yonglan forget that he is blind, and now he handed it back casually, but felt that the monk fumbled to hold his hand first, and then pulled the cloth belt out of his hand go.

"...You can't see again?" Marquis Wan Jiang pursed his lower lip and curled his fingers lightly, "But I see that although you have kept your eyes closed, there is nothing wrong with your eyeballs, but it seems like you are practicing closed-mouth meditation. In that case, what cultivation method requires self-proclaimed eye consciousness?"

"........."

"It's not convenient to say it."

"Yonglan, it's really inconvenient to tell you about my exercises, so don't take offense."

"This Marquis is not so stingy, but I just think you have to wear a cloth belt, it's really pretending."

"It's always more convenient to go out."

Marquis Wanjiang walked back to the place where he dismounted with Tan Shan to pick up his own mount, while casually chatting with him, hearing what he said, and glanced sideways at him, feeling that it was indeed not unreasonable.

In the eyes of monks, skinny beauty and ugliness are all appearances. It is true that the beauty of today is the bone of the Ming Dynasty.

But you can't make everyone in the world think so——Bian Yonglan thought a little funnyly, the cloth strips used to bind the eyes of ordinary blind people are at most three fingers wide, this master can't wait to cover half of his face, thinking "convenient Some", should actually be read as "very annoying".

Ye Tan in the deep mountains, solemn and noble——If the ignorant Marquis of Jiangjiang were asked to describe the appearance of a monk other than "tidy", he could barely speak, but most of the time it was because he lived up to his name.

"Why did your master give you such a dharma name?" He asked casually, and added teasingly in his heart, look at your face?

"I have no father and no mother. I have practiced in a temple as long as I can remember. The temple is on Mount Tan, and my master found me in the temple, so I got my name from it."

"........."

"The name Li Nu was also chosen by him. The former teacher was very casual, but he is somewhat similar to you."

"What am I doing like a monk?"

"speak English."

"What am I doing like an eminent monk?"

"........."

The two walked and chatted, and walked out of the mountain.

The Marquis of Wanjiang didn't want the raccoon slave to turn into a donkey again and be ridden by a monk, so he didn't ride a horse himself, so he led the horse and walked with him.

Although they were people who had known each other for only a day, under the moonlight, they saw two shadows walking side by side. It must have been a good relationship.

A good fate is a good fate, but it is also a burden—if it is not really necessary, Tan Shan does not abuse his mind to visualize, and the Marquis of the River who is used to being served by others never knows that it is so troublesome to travel with a blind man.

"The dishes are all ready, the two guest officials are slow to use."

Turning from the bottom of Bigan Peak to the northeast, galloping for two days, it has entered the boundary of Xuantu County.When he was on his way, Marquis of Wanjiang had enough food and lodging, but now that he entered the city, he naturally wanted to eat well and live well.

The best restaurant, the best private room, and the best cook who serve this table seem to be incompatible with each other's distinguished guests: one is aloof, and the other spends a lot of money.

The two waiters held up four large trays and delivered hot dishes all at once. They didn't dare to report the names of the dishes, so they just sneaked away quietly.

They didn't know Bian Yonglan's status was dignified, but they were simply afraid of him.

"..." Marquis Wan Jiang picked up the chopsticks, lifted them up, and put them down again—he didn't care whether others were afraid of him or not, but he was a little annoyed and Xiaoer didn't wink, and he arranged seven dishes and eight bowls on the table randomly.

"River slave, get down." Although Tan Shan couldn't see it, the raccoon slave was connected with him, and he knew it had jumped onto the table without conscious awareness.

The raccoon slave pretended not to hear, stared at the fish in front of the master and let out an "ang"—Bian Yonglan bought a horse for Tan Shan, and it became courageous just after it was no longer used as a donkey. Pride is a slow word to learn.

"Do you want to eat fish? Or meat?" Marquis Wan Jiang also pretended not to hear, while talking to the raccoon slave, he stretched out his hand to change the dishes on the table, and put all the vegetarian dishes in front of the monk.

"It can neither eat fish nor meat, it can't eat anything in this world."

"Then it must have something to eat, right?" The raccoon slave would sleep in Bian Yonglan's arms while on the road, or climb on his shoulders to see the scenery. The Marquis of Wanjiang had never seen it eating or drinking, but he only said that it was barking loudly. Little things are really nothing.

"You can think of it as a walking dead, have you ever seen a corpse get up to eat?"

"...you don't eat or sleep, you don't talk, so please don't say a few words."

Hearing this, the monk really stopped talking, took a mouthful of the rice in the bowl, chewed it, swallowed it, and took another mouthful.

"...This plate is tofu." Marquis Wan Jiang didn't let others speak, but he suddenly made a sound, and tapped the side of the plate with his chopsticks, making a soft "ding".

"Carrot." Change another plate and knock again.

"Green vegetables."

"Bamboo shoots."

"Veg soup."

The sound of wooden chopsticks and porcelain plates is exactly the same, but because the person holding the chopsticks deliberately made it, the tuning of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Hui, and Yu was knocked out.

"You are not good at martial arts, but at least you have been blind for so many years. You can always tell your position by listening, right?" Marquis Wan Jiang brought his good words to the extreme, and he didn't add another sentence, "a blind man is a burden", which is already remarkable. Courtesy.

Tan Shan didn't answer, just put a chopstick of green vegetables into his mouth, and chewed carefully.

Vegetable vegetable oil, even green onion and ginger are not put in, but because of the exquisite craftsmanship of the chef who specializes in serving the distinguished guests in the private room, a plate of vegetables is also very interesting.

Monastics have no desire for food and drink. Tan Shan has been practicing since he can remember, and his desire for food and drink is extremely light. He can eat white flour and rice, and he can also eat bran and vegetables.

His master was more particular than him. In the early years, he planted a bunch of grapes in the temple, or took his disciples up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots in spring.

After the master left, Tan Shan, in order to complete his practice of martial arts, claimed to travel all over the world with his eyes and knowledge. Since he was alone, his clothes and food were so simple that he was short of food and dew—not that he was poor, but that he didn't need it.

Just now, there was a table full of meat and vegetable delicacies, and he only ate the bowl of rice in front of him, not because he couldn't eat chopsticks, but because he didn't need it.

As the saying goes, you need to enter the world first, and if you practice it, it does make sense—if it doesn’t help you practice the exercises, Tan Shan doesn’t have to walk in the world for ten years, connect the eyes and ears of Buddha statues all over the world, and read all kinds of human beings.

But he chewed and swallowed this mouthful of vegetables, not for practice.

"Yonglan, thank you." He said.

"Try this bamboo shoot again, the cooks in the small place are sloppy, so you can eat it fresh."

Marquis Wan Jiang's tone was calm, as if he wasn't the one being thanked, but the corner of his mouth twitched, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

After resting overnight in the city, the two of them set off before dawn the next day.

Looking far away from the top of the mountain that day, he could only see one direction, but the closer he got, the more the monk seemed to know what he knew. Bian Yonglan didn't know what calculations he relied on, and he knew how to ask, but asked in vain, so he simply accompanied the blind man like a dumb man. , Shut up and hurry.

"Within a radius of fifty miles, the energy of the heaven and earth has changed the most. It should be someone who has been wandering around with that seal for a few days." Tan Shan reined in his horse and thought to himself, fearing that someone would try to shake the seal and disturb it. The atmosphere in the world is chaotic, the most obvious change is the difference in the seasons, and there will be a rainstorm that is rare in spring at the latest.

"There is a village at the foot of the mountain. You might as well ask the villagers if you have seen any strangers recently."

The Marquis of Wanjiang rode his horse first, dismounted at the entrance of the town, led the horse inside, and saw that the villagers must have just washed up, and they were opening the door to prepare for a busy day's work.

"Oh, I didn't see anyone, but did your clothes get dirty?"

Wan Jianghou avoided the basin of washing water that was thrown out the door, and waved his hands, probably saying nothing happened.The little daughter-in-law who was splashing the water blushed, smiled at him, turned around and entered the door.

The town is not big, but there are hundreds of households. There are two main streets and alleys that criss-cross.

Bian Yonglan found an early breakfast stall and sat down, ordered two bowls of plain noodles, thinking about who to start asking questions.

It was a middle-aged couple who set up an early table. The husband was guarding the stove, and the wife was busy serving two bowls of steaming coarse tea to the distant guests.

Marquis Wanjiang didn't think the tea was crude, so he picked it up and blew on it. When he was about to drink it, he felt that the monk under the table suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pressed his hand. It was too hot, so the weight was placed on the table.

"Although this town is small, the streets are clean and the folk customs are simple. It's a good place."

While chatting with Tan Shan calmly, he turned the monk's palm under the table and wrote in his palm, "Poison?"

“A great place to live and work in peace.”

Tan Shan lightly chatted with him, and his subordinates replied with one word: "No."

"It's just that the diet is simple." Wan Jianghou glanced at the delicious noodles at the table next to him, with all kinds of disgust on his face, "You can eat it if you want, I can't eat it."

"what ever."

Tan Shan got up, took out some money and put it on the table.

"Master, you can't do it." Seeing that they were about to leave before eating noodles, the proprietress rushed over and handed the money back to the monk. Money cannot be collected."

Tan Shan didn't refuse any more, but returned a salute, and when he and Bian Yonglan walked out of the eyes and ears of the villagers in the stall, Fang whispered: "This place is a bit weird, even I can't see it clearly."

"How to say?"

"The living are alive, and the dead are alive, but there seems to be a ray of death hidden in their anger."

"You mean this haunting in broad daylight?"

"It's not a ghost."

"..." Marquis Wan Jiang looked around, and saw an old woman bargaining with the boss at the entrance of the rice store; The man was holding the child in one hand and carrying the bucket in the other, probably to fetch water. When he walked past them, the child was still sucking his fingers and looking back at him with a curious expression on his face.

Bian Yonglan looked left and right, but he couldn't see anything strange about these ordinary people. The strangest thing was that the child who looked back at him was wearing a single pants and a jacket - it was still a bit chilly in the early morning of this season. , Adults work and walk around, wearing single clothes is fine, but children should add a jacket more or less.

Maybe poor families don't pay that much attention to raising children?Marquis Wan Jiang couldn't see the clues, and he didn't care, he just said to Tan Shan: "Since they are here, please be safe, first ask them who they have met recently."

Half an hour later, the Marquis of Wan Jiang stood in front of the sewing lady, and asked feebly, "Ma'am, has anyone visited this town recently?"

"The most unfamiliar ones are the two of you." Sitting at the door, the aunt cheerfully picked up the soles of her shoes. Looking at the size, they seemed to be tiger-toed shoes for little dolls. Watch mine light up."

Well, I know I can't even ask farts.

For more than half an hour, the Marquis of Wanjiang had already asked about half of the town, and they all said that he had never seen a stranger, but it was not this that gave him a headache—"The young man is so tall and handsome, do you know him?"

——The people here are indeed warm and simple, but they are too warm and simple!Wan Jianghou thought with a headache, if I ask you a word, how can you ask me if I say we are married?

"No, do you have a daughter?"

Wan Jianghou was also interesting. After asking for a long time, he didn't listen to the useful ones. He just listened to the shortcomings of his parents and his family, and learned how to fight poison with poison.

"Yes, I will marry early," the aunt looked at him and smiled, "I have three babies."

"Is this shoe made for your grandson?"

"That's right, I gave birth to two daughters first, and finally got a baby boy," the most chatty Marquis of the Jiang, asked about other people's family's sad things in one sentence, "It's hard for me to be angry at her in-law's house." , these days are spent on fingers," the aunt took another injection, and sighed, "for five years, my girl came out at this time five years ago. It's..."

"... At this time five years ago? Just these two days?"

"That's not it, I remember clearly, the days when I asked someone to look at it," the aunt asked, full of resentment, and stabbed the needle fiercely, "But I didn't realize that there was an evil mother-in-law!"

"Auntie..." Marquis Wan Jiang's tone was calm, but he moved a little, turned sideways to hide the monk behind him, and suddenly asked a very strange question, "What year, what month, and what day is today?"

Five years ago, on the tenth day of the second lunar month, the first emperor made a great trip, the world was silent, the country mourned for a hundred days, and marriage was forbidden.