ps: I sent my baby back to his mother-in-law's house today and arrived at home at 7 pm. This chapter is a little late. There is another chapter later, and it will be restored to normal update tomorrow.

The wind and sand in the sky not only made this wilderness difficult to move forward, but also blocked its sight within a few feet.

Following the ten directions behind his master, the strong wind and sand blowing from the oncoming direction were rolled down a steep slope beside him.

After finally struggling to climb up in the wind and sand, I accidentally looked down and was stunned to find that my master was walking through the mountain road below.

That's not all. When I went through a lot of hardships to follow my master's steady pace and walked to the ground for a while, I had just opened the rice bag I had to eat, but before I could eat it, Shifang found that the originally white rice was covered with sand and dust.

Fortunately, Zen Master Baiyun walked more bridges than he had walked in the ten directions. Even in such a harsh environment, he could still calmly use his wide sleeves to solve the problem of eating.

In the suburbs of Guobei County, Shifang, who was found covered with dark clouds, hurriedly came to a grassy tusk to shelter from the rain.

Not long after I sat down here, the heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky.

Just when Shifang, who had been quenching his thirst after drinking rain, was glad that his bad luck was not too bad, he found a skull sitting under his butt that he had been here for unknown lengths.

If that's all, it would be fine. As a monk, a little monk who travels around with his master.

Especially in the current chaos of people who cannibalize people, the existence of Skulls, which is enough to scare ordinary people, is already commonplace in Shifang.

But I never thought that it was that I threw the skull into a place casually. There I saw a bunch of bandits holding swords and weapons rushing over from the grass.

"I don't know that head!" Shifang, who thought he was unlucky, ran away with his head in his arms and made a loud defense.

If it were normal times, these bandits who rely entirely on licking blood on the knife to make a living will definitely be happy to have in-depth communication with the pure and clean world.

But at the moment, these guys didn't care about each other at all. Instead, they ran in one direction as quickly as possible.

Just as all the bandits ran into a weedy field that was almost high, one man and one horse appeared.

"Give me the money back!"

Yan Chixia, who had leaped from the horse to the front of the bandit's escape route, spoke while holding a broad sword in his hand and slashed.

This slash immediately verifies that running the fastest does not necessarily mean you can stay away from danger, and may even lose your life.

Now, the bandits running in the front had no time to hide, and their heads were cut off by a sword that seemed to be hanging on their horns.

"Those who get the money will leave first!"

"Go!"

"Go away!"

The bandit who was scared by this sword but was still unwilling to give up getting money, retreated wildly as they spoke.

This obvious behavior of seeking death soon verified the old saying "Man dies for money, birds die for food."

Faced with Yan Chixia's fierce swordsmanship, these bandits who robbed their families and did everything evil were like cutting vegetables and melons, and one sword was one.

Just as the sword light and the remaining limbs flew together, blood and screaming together, suddenly a clear chant came from the rain curtain:

Don’t listen to the sound of leaves hitting through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly.

Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat can last forever.

"Um?"

Sitting cross-legged in the straw shed shelter, completely ignoring his disciples' danger in all directions, Zen Master Baiyun stopped chanting the scriptures he was chanting.

Not to mention how high the literary talent contained in this poem is, when the first word Mo sounds, the sound is clearly from afar.

But almost when the last new word fell, I was about to be poured on the ten directions of my face by the blood splashed in the air. I felt a flash in front of me. When I looked closely, I realized that I had returned to the straw shed.

At the same time, a voice that made people feel affectionately sounded in their ears at the same time and said:

"Little monk, it's better to be careful in this troubled world."

"Ah?" He looked at it with the flow. The silly Shifang then realized that there was a young man wearing a straw raincoat and a hat beside him.

Fortunately, the days I spent traveling with my master were not in vain. Although I was a little confused about the situation, Shifang finally knew that he could escape from danger and return to the straw shed, mostly because of the other party's help. He said:

"Thank you for your helping hand."

While saying that, Shifang also looked at the ordinary man in front of him with curious eyes.

Just kidding, I can force myself back to the straw hut in the environment just now, and I will not believe it if the other party is not a strange person.

But after traveling with his master for so long, people have seen many people in the world in vain. This kind of hidden strange man or a big girl meets the first time she gets into a sedan chair.

In addition, this guy is at an age of being out of nature, how could he not be curious?

"The so-called red flowers, white lotus and green lotus leaves are originally a family, and they are fellow Taoists, so why bother thanking me?"

The man who let go of his right hand smiled and said, bowing to Zen Master Baiyun who was still sitting upright in the corner of the straw shed, and said with a smile:

"This master, you're polite."

"This Taoist priest, you are polite." Zen Master Baiyun, who stood up and bowed ten times, said seriously.

This was the first time I saw my master treating others so seriously, and the surprise and curiosity in Shifang's eyes became stronger and stronger.

Unfortunately, the man in a straw raincoat did not stop for a long time after seeing the gift.

Instead, he left a sentence "Take care about the road ahead." After that, he left in a cool rain.

At this time, Yan Chixia, who was chasing the bandits for his own money, had not even finished killing anyone.

"What a magical power!" Standing in the straw shed, Zen Master Baiyun suddenly spoke.

"Master, what kind of magical powers are you talking about that Taoist priest?" Shifang, who was standing next to the master of the Zheng family, asked curiously.

"It's not him, could it be you?" Zen Master Baiyun, who looked at his stupid disciple, said.

"It would be great if I had that supernatural power, so I didn't have to work so hard to travel." He thought his master was talking about the fact that he was saved, and muttered.

"You, talk less and do more."

Zen Master Baiyun, who was too lazy to explain the truth to the other party, just finished speaking, and the murder scene there finally calmed down.

He took a light step out, which seemed to be no different from walking normally, but in fact, he instantly stopped in the open space thousands of meters away.

Although the rain curtain that was connected to the sky and the earth had wet the entire straw raincoat and hat, it was so strange that no matter the robe on the man's body or the straw shoes under his feet, let alone water, even the smoke and dust raised by the wind and sand were not contaminated with any trace. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!