"Donor, why are you here?"

Monk Changqing suppressed the joy in his heart.

"I'm going to Zhenyao Pass and have a leisurely stroll along the way."

"Demon Suppression Pass?" Changqing was slightly startled, "Getting to the Demon Suppression Pass is full of dangers, and it will take at least one to two years."

Li Ping'an said: "We can always get there. Let's talk about you. Why are you here?"

Monk Changqing clasped his hands and said, "The poor monk traveled all the way under the orders of his master to promote Buddhism. He was deeply touched by this trip."

Li Ping'an did feel that Monk Changqing had changed a lot.

Before, the aura of Changqing Monk was just stronger than that of ordinary warriors.

Now it is like a rising sun, with a powerful energy surging faintly.

Qi and blood are also more pure and condensed.

"Stop talking about this, how long have you been here."

"The young monk has been here for more than three months."

Li Ping'an smiled and said: "It just so happens that I don't have a place to live yet."

There is no need to be polite to Monk Changqing.

"This is natural, but the monk still has some unfinished business today, and the donor still needs to accompany him on a walk."

Li Ping'an asked curiously: "Oh? What's the matter?"

"This is the daily work of a poor monk."

I think Monk Changqing is doing well here and has found a job.

Slaying demons, or presiding over rituals for others...?

Li Ping'an stretched.

I have friends all over the world and I am not afraid wherever I go.

I can live a comfortable life again.

...........

Monk Changqing took out a bowl from his sleeve and placed it on the ground.

Then he sat down next to the corner.

Li Pingan:..........

"If I guess correctly, this is... begging for food?"

"What are you talking about!" Monk Changqing said seriously, "This is alms."

A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

After waiting for a long time, the bowl was still empty.

Monk Changqing sighed, "Today's harvest is not very good~"

Li Ping'an took out his erhu from his back and said, "You have to look at me if you want food."

Monk Changqing corrected him righteously: "This is alms! Not begging for food."

Not long after, the long erhu sound sounded.

It seems that no one in the village has ever seen this object.

I saw two strangers playing unknown instruments here.

They walked over in groups and soon attracted many people.

Monk Changqing looked at the pile of money in the bowl, with an excited smile on his face.

Today I have noodles. I can eat two bowls~

............

Smoke curls from the kitchen, and a group of egrets dance gracefully

Changhong drinks from the stream, which is particularly enchanting.

In the shadow of the woods and the mist, the village exudes a sense of tranquility and gentleness.

Li Ping'an and Monk Changqing were sitting at a noodle stall, eating melon noodles unique to Shiwanda Mountain.

"Where will we sleep tonight?" Li Ping'an asked.

Monk Changqing: "Use the sky as your quilt and the earth as your bed."

Li Pingan guessed it.

They are reduced to begging for food, and sleeping on the streets is already pretty good.

After eating the noodles, the two of them and one cow walked to the village in the dark.

Smoke curled up from the kitchen, and I walked across a stone bridge.

Monk Changqing said leisurely.

“One hundred thousand mountains and one hundred and eighty bays, each bay has its own story, and its bridges have their origins.

That bridge is called Baoyou Bridge, according to locals.

There was a river below, and the water was very fast.

People over there can't get through, and people over here can't get through.

There was an old monk sitting on the Dihua Bridge here.

It connected the two banks. Although the river has dried up, the story has been passed down.

The path that the poor monk has walked and the bridges that he has crossed are countless.

Only this bridge gave the poor monk a profound understanding."

Li Ping'an pondered for a moment: "You want to tell me that death is inevitable for everyone, and it may be more important than Mount Tai.

It may be lighter than a feather, but it is used in different ways.”

Chang Qing: "No! The poor monk wants us to sleep under this bridge tonight."

Li Ping'an:........................

Cover yourself with a small quilt under the bridge hole, and hide under the quilt to wipe your tears.

It doesn't matter after wiping away your tears, just say yes, yes, yes, yes, to everyone you meet.

Li Ping'an is used to sleeping in the open air, at least there is a quilt here.

It's not his character to be picky.

As usual, before going to bed, I take the secret pills in my body.

Although the door of Niwan has been opened, it is just an empty shelf.

There are still many things that need to be done to open a new home within this period.

Li Ping'an made a slight estimate, and at the current speed.

It will take at least more than ten years to fully open Niwan.

Li Ping'an is not in a hurry to make breakthroughs, and conservatively estimates that he will develop in 20 years.

When building a house, laying a good foundation is the most important thing.

"Fool, don't run! Fool!"

At this time, a sound suddenly came from the bridge.

Several children blocked a child in ragged clothes on the bridge.

"You run, you run away!"

The leader couldn't help but kick him, and then slap him again.

The child he spanked sat down on the ground.

A heavy nose ran down and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Sue your uncle, sue your uncle again!"

"Tie him to the tree!"

While discussing how to deal with this guy.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Stop!!"

Following the sound, I saw Yiha rushing up angrily carrying a wooden stick.

The children who were originally in a fierce mood immediately panicked when they saw Iha.

"Run! That madman is here again."
To be continued...