Chapter 43 The monk said that the world, the little girl rides a donkey!

As the monk spoke, he unconsciously extended the topic to the general trend of the world, and did not directly answer the questions asked by Song Yi at the beginning.

Song Yi knew that there was a big difference between the dynasties and historical geography learned in this world and the history books of the previous life, just like Bianzhou and Tokyo are not the same place. The emperor of the dynasty was called Zhao Kuangyin, but he was not the Zhao Kuangyin of the Song Dynasty. He did not have a brother named Zhao Guangyi, nor did he have a yellow robe.

In the final analysis, this is a world that Song Yi has never known in history books, so when the monk talked about the general trend of the world, Song Yi was quite interested in listening.

At that time, the Great Zhao settled the country for seven years, and the world returned to his heart. But in the final analysis, the sixteen states of Yanyun north of the Yellow River are still in the hands of the State of Liaoning. The war in the north has never stopped. Yue Wu and the Liao people of this dynasty have been confronted each other for more than five years. In the meantime, there are mutual victories and defeats. The sixteen states of Yanyun change their masters day and night, and the people's livelihood have withered.

Although the State of Zhao is rich in the world, this is after the Central Plains barrier south of the Yellow River. The Taizu of this dynasty has been committed to recovering the 16 prefectures of Yanyun and the rivers and mountains of Huaxia. However, the Liao Dynasty is tired. The State of Jin, which was established by the Jurchens, is staring at the land of the Central Plains in the northeast.

As the monk said, Song Yi listened, and unconsciously went down the official path. When he came to his senses, he suddenly found that he had been walking on a desert country road. Song Yi suddenly raised his vigilance and asked, " Monk, I'm not asking you these questions. Why did you lead me to such a wilderness?"

"Ha ha, doesn't the benefactor think this is the safe way? The left road of the world is terrible, but it is not known that the road is three thousand, but the path is endless. If the donor wants to avoid the pursuit of the government, how can he not take this infinite path? The monk said meaningfully, and there seemed to be something to say and nothing to say.

"Then say it directly, how did you know that I had committed a bloody disaster?" Song Yi asked bluntly.

"The prince knows that since the birth of the skyfire meteor, the poor monk has begun to leave for Bianzhou until he found the prince." The monk laughed.

"Skyfire Meteor? What does this have to do with me? Zhao Gao asked doubtfully.

"The State of Zhao was established with the virtue of fire, and the sky fire is also the most real fire. And the poor monk did not feel that the prince had anything special at the beginning. It was not until the confrontation between the prince of Feihuling and Zhao Ze, the king of Kang that day that the poor monk finally confirmed that you must be an extraordinary person!" The monk said.

"Are you there that day? Are you following me? Song Yi was surprised.

"It can't be tracked. The poor monk just wants to round a cause and effect. Listen to me, son! At the beginning of the founding of the state, in order to get the recognition of the world, he flourished the Taoist lineage, but almost destroyed all the Buddhas in the world. Although there are confused people because of the Buddhist disciples in the previous dynasties, the Taizu emperor of the State of Zhao himself was born as a Taoist disciple and received a lot of favors from Taoism, which is naturally biased towards my Buddhism. Nowadays, temples are dilapidated and the incense is hard to flourish. I think that there will inevitably be a big war in the world. If you really want to save my Buddha's incense, it is also closely related to the general trend of the world. Therefore, the poor monk has been paying attention to you!" The monk said solemnly.

"So that's it. I almost forgot that Buddhism is not obvious in the world now, but this has something to do with me? Monk, don't waste any more effort. Since you have followed me for so long, I won't talk nonsense with you. I'm in a hurry to escape now. Can you tell me how to get to Luoyang?" Song Yi said angrily.

"Does the prince really not want to do a great career with the poor monk and achieve supreme achievements? This is a matter of boundless merit!" The monk was bewitched.

Song Yi stared at the monk with a very suspicious face and said, "Can you say something reliable? I'm wanted now. Do you want me to make great achievements with you, a monk? Shall I go to Huayuan with you?"

The monk replied seriously, "That's not true. I want the prince to go up the mountain with me!"

"What?" Song Yi asked in disbelief.

"Up to the mountain to gather righteousness!" The monk's face became more and more solemn.

After Song Yi was stunned, he laughed and said, "The monk, you're going to laugh me to death... You said that it's okay if you don't stay in the temple honestly, but you run around under the guise of cause and effect, such as long life and stability. Now you still want to abduct me as a bandits? I don't think you are a monk at all, but a pyramid schemer!"

"What is a pyramid scheme?" The monk asked doubtfully.

"I won't explain it to you. Just tell me how to get to Luoyang?" Song Yi said with a straight face, angrily annoyed that he had listened to the monk talking about the world for a long time.

"Over there..." The monk stretched out his finger in one direction with a calm expression.

"Oh! Then I'll say goodbye first." After saying that, Song Yi turned over and left.

After a distance, Song Yi suddenly strangled the horse's head and turned around and hesitated to ask, " Monk! It's also fate to meet. You tell me which temple monk you are. Maybe I will go to the temple to take refuge in the future. Isn't it said that the temple provides shelter for criminals?

"The poor monk came from the Peach Blossom Temple in Yangzhou!" The monk put his hands together and looked solemn.

Song Yi laughed and galloped towards the direction pointed by the monk.

The monk stood still and suddenly patted his bare head and shouted, "It's broken, pointing in the wrong direction!"

Poor Song Yi, what should not have happened is that the monk didn't believe anything else, but he believed the direction the monk pointed out. He had traveled more than 60 miles before the Japanese road.

When dusk came, Song Yi stayed in a small inn. After handing over the horse to Xiao Er, he looked at the beautiful dusk unique to the world outside the inn. Then he took out the paper with Du Qingyan's address and slowly remembered the address in his mind.

Suddenly, the sound of bell bells came to his ears. Song Yi looked up and first saw a big green donkey with a few colorful bells hanging at his head. Then he saw a little girl sitting on the donkey with plain clothes but an extremely young and beautiful face. She seemed to be younger than Wang Su.

The donkey approached. Song Yi heard the girl's mouth that she seemed to be chanting small tunes such as children's songs. Song Yi subconsciously learned the scholar of this era and said to the little girl riding the donkey, "In Song Yi, dare to ask..."

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Song Yi only asked half of his words. The moment before, the innocent and pure-like donkey girl suddenly became murderous. She didn't know where a dagger flew out and stabbed straight towards Song Yi.

Song Yi stared at his eyes, watched the flying dagger almost touch his face, and then paused in the air.

"Humph!" The little girl on the donkey snorted coldly, and then the dagger in front of Song Yi flew back to the girl.

Song Yi was so shocked that he opened his mouth that he couldn't believe that he had met such a martial arts master in such a place. Fortunately, he had just seen clearly that a thin silver wire was tied to the girl's flying dagger, otherwise he would almost think that he had seen the legendary flying sword master.

After snorting coldly, the girl rode a donkey past Song Yi, and then shouted at Xiao Er loudly. When Xiao Er came out, the little girl was like an old man talking about how to feed her donkey, and then she gently turned over from the donkey and walked to the inn, jumping like an innocent girl.

When dusk dissipated and the night came, Song Yi returned to the inn to order a meal. There are several customers sitting scattered in the inn. It seems that the business of the inn in this remote area is not good. There is no little girl riding a donkey among them, and I don't know whether she has eaten or doesn't want to eat with so many people.

Song Yi eats the unique rural cuisine of this kind of inn. While thinking about going to Luoyang, he will pick up Du Qingyan and then go to the south of the Yangtze River with Du Qingyan. After all, the south of the Yangtze River is relatively stable, and it is impossible to have troubles such as war, and it is even more prosperous in Bianzhou. It is better to hide your name. To be easy.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hoofs in the distance came from his ears. Song Yi was slightly shocked and immediately left his silver and quickly walked upstairs. Because Song Yi deliberately chose a place to live close to the intersection in front of the inn that could clearly look at the intersection in front of the inn, Song Yi left Yin Liang and ran directly into his room and opened the window to look at the people who had arrived.

A red public uniform, wearing a knife... Song Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he saw several people disembowed and enter the inn solemnly.

In the inn, several people who were eating saw the officials coming, and they hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of food and were about to leave.

"Fight for me!" A hunter with slender eyebrows and a cold face shouted coldly.

"What's your order?" The drunken man asked weakly.

"The government is investigating the case. Look, has anyone seen this person?" With that, the man with a cold face shook out a drawing with a portrait of a person.

After everyone gathered around to check, their faces suddenly became strange.

"What? Have you ever seen this person? The cold-faced catcher leader raised his eyebrows.

"This person... This man is upstairs!" Someone stammered.

Suddenly, several fishermen in public uniforms tightened their faces, quickly pulled out the sheath of the knives pinned to their waists, and then cautiously walked to the stairs.

The owner of the inn looked at this scene silently during World War II, afraid that a fight would damage the furniture and objects, but no one would compensate for it. The boss was a middle-aged fat man. He couldn't help whispering, "Sir, please do it gently..."