The sky is clear and blue, the clouds are unstained, the distant mountains are covered with dark green, and the gentle breeze brings warmth.

Two people and an ox were walking on the road down the mountain.

"I...haven't done anything weird before?"

Monk Changqing asked worriedly.

Li Ping'an thought of the destroyed stool and pursed his lips.

"...No...nothing strange."

Changqing carefully lifted up his pants, but suddenly he felt...

.....It hurts so much down there~

The landlady was lying on the second floor of the inn, her heavy breasts pressed on the table.

Looking at the direction the two were leaving, he smiled.

"It's getting more interesting."

...........

Canghai is a vast sea area connecting Yunzhou and Zhongzhou.

There are rivers crisscrossing the coast, with more than a hundred large and small rivers.

It was first recorded in "Yunzhou Foreign Object Chronicles".

Shayu County.

"Guest, your rolled fish noodles are here, and master, your plain noodles are also ready."

Rolled fish noodles are actually loach noodles.

Pair it with eggs, which can make the meat of the loach more tender.

Loach must be marinated raw and cannot be cut into segments.

In this way, the original flavor can be maintained, fresh but not fishy, ​​soft but not rotten.

Li Pingan tasted the taste and it tasted really good.

It was fresh, spicy, and fragrant, just right for his taste, and he couldn't help but eat it.

"It's not easy to get here. It feels like a dream." Li Pingan said with a smile.

"yes."

Monk Changqing also smiled.

Li Ping'an said calmly: "Although the journey is long, it will be done soon, and although the task is difficult, it will be accomplished."

Monk Changqing was eating noodles when he suddenly raised his head with a strange look on his face.

Then he solemnly said again: "Donor Li, it is a great pity that you do not enter Buddhism!"

"You've said this eight hundred times along the way."

"If we can allow Master Li to enter Buddhism, not to mention 800 times, even a poor monk from 8,000 times will be willing."

Along the way, Li Ping'an always had something to say that inspired Chang Qing.

Sometimes, he would say something out of nowhere.

But in fact, every word he said, Changqing felt that it had profound meaning when he thought about it carefully.

"I still have many desires and I can't become a monk."

"Alas~"

Changqing sighed.

"Bang bang!!"

At this time, the sound of crackling firecrackers sounded outside.

Li Ping'an curiously asked the waiter what day it was.

The waiter told them that today is the Sea Festival!

As the saying goes, if you rely on the mountains to eat, you will rely on the water to eat.

Most people in Shayu County make their living by fishing.

As time went by, the Sea Festival came into being.

At this time every year, people burn incense and turn it into paper, set off firecrackers and fireworks, and bow down to the sea.

Using carp to worship the Sea Dragon King takes the meaning of "carp jumping over the dragon gate".

Changqing, Li Ping'an and Lao Niu finished their meal and came to the dock.

I looked at the ships, some big and some small, all covered in darkness.

First, sacrifices should be made to the gods on the boat and the ultimatum should be burned.

Commonly known as "Executive Documents", it is used to ensure safety when fishing at sea.

The light smoke-like morning mist still shrouded the river and has not dispersed.

Many boats filed out in a long line, like a string of albatross

In the end, there were only little black shadows moving into the distance.

Li Pingan's ears echoed with the sound of waves crashing and the sea breeze blowing.

He took off his shoes and socks and slowly walked into the sea. The water rose and fell.

“So beautiful!”

Li Pingan sighed.

Monk Changqing said: "It is truly a blessing in life to be able to come here."

...........

The sea is not the end.

Once you reach Canghai, this journey may not even be half of it.

It is difficult to find a boat to cross the sea.

After all, no fishermen have anything to do and sail their boats across a continent.

Of course, ordinary fishing boats can't do it either.

Li Pingan and Changqing searched for several days, but could not find a ship that could take them to Yunzhou.

Half a month passed in a flash, and Changqing was a little anxious.

However, Li Ping'an is still practicing, walking, and looking for boats as before.

There seemed to be no rush at all.

In fact, he was really in no hurry.

This thing is like looking for the runes of the great road, it pays attention to a fate.

If there is no fate, then you can only grind it out little by little with time.

Li Ping'an came back from a walk with Lao Niu.

Holding hands behind hands, humming a song.

"Little sister, I'll sit on the bow, brother, you can walk on the shore~"

Walk through the door.

Monk Changqing sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking deeply.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?" Li Ping'an asked casually.

"The poor monk feels that his character is much, much worse than that of the donor!"

"Why do you say that?"

"Take the small matter of finding a boat as an example. The young monk has been thinking about finding a boat to cross the sea quickly these days, and he is inevitably a little irritable.

But on the other hand, the donor was calm and composed, without self, anger, joy or worry.

A glimpse of the leopard shows that the poor monk still has not reached the level of spiritual practice."

On this day, Li Pingan came to the newspaper office selling tabloids as usual.

Although the news in tabloids is sometimes unreliable, it also has some reference value.

And compared to the official Dibao.

Small quotes are cheap and don’t have so much gobbledygook.

Full of fun.

The tabloid stall owner looked at the blind man strangely.
To be continued...