The continuous rain that lasted for two days finally stopped.

Early in the morning, Sang Mengyu in the next courtyard greeted Yuanxing, asked him to take care of the children, and went to the government alone.

Speaking of taking care of children, I often do it, but it is the first time for a child under three years old.

Fortunately, two people, one big and one small, were stunned for a while, but not long after, the little baby started crying and looking for his mother. The key point was that when someone looked at the monk, he howled, and when he looked at the monk, he howled.

He let him coax him for a long time, but the more he coaxed, the louder the noise, and the more he coaxed, the more he cried, the more he became.

In the end, I couldn't do it, so I could only use the thing to divert my attention. I touched my body, because I pretended to be a noble young man, and there was a garbage on my waist. I took it off and handed it to the little girl. The jade pendant was warm all over. It was bought with Jin Yuanzheng's money last time in the Dayong Dynasty. Because it was of some use, I was not willing to throw it away or sell it. Whether it was put in ancient times or modern times, it was worth some money. Now it was just used to coax children, but the little girl didn't know how good or bad it was. She played with it for a while and felt boring and threw it away casually.

Then, he continued with grievance.

The folding fan was pretending to be unfolded to her. She put it in her mouth after taking it. The fan she was painting was covered with saliva in an instant. Maybe she felt it was not delicious, so she pulled it out...

The little girl raised her head and cried, screaming so hard.

Yuan Xing was so worried that his eyebrows were almost bald. After thinking about it, he handed over the rosary he carried with him. The crying sounded less. The little girl sobbed and played with her for a while, then threw it on the wall with a "pop" and continued howling.

Yuan Xing rushed over and picked it up. The string of rosary was given by his master when he first became a monk. Although the material was ordinary, over the years, he had already made it covered with slurry. It looked crystal clear and round, and he always loved it, so he dared not damage it.

I looked carefully for a while, and when I saw that there was no defect, I felt a little relieved. I felt sad: "Master Sang, if you don't come back, I'm afraid that all my possessions will be ruined by your little ancestor."

In the end, he couldn't do it. He suddenly remembered a notebook he brought in his bag, tore off a page, and made a simple windmill before he could just coax the little girl.

When Sang Mengyu returned, he saw Yuan Xing sitting upright and drinking tea in the pavilion, while his daughter was running wildly in the yard holding a windmill that was constantly turning.

Yuan Xing looked at her swollen eyes, frowned and asked, "Have you seen someone?"

Sang Mengyu lamented, and was about to answer, but his expression moved, but changed the subject: "My girl is naughty and very difficult to serve, and I don't know who she looks like? I didn't expect that this girl is so peaceful with you, and I can't tell that the master is quite good at taking care of children."

Yuan Xing glanced at Xiao Pan, a guy who came to the yard to deliver food, and his face couldn't help but twitched. He coughed before saying, "It's okay, it's okay." He said it, but he was crazily complaining in his heart, "You're so embarrassed to say this, who do you look like? This is not obvious!

"Young Master, this is your plain face." The previous silver reward was not in vain. Not only did Xiao Pan not informed him, his attitude was as attentive as before, and he still called him the young master.

Yuan Xing nodded and thanked him, and then said to Sang Mengyu, who was sitting opposite him: "Master Shi, don't come some?" Because he didn't know when the other party would return, he even ordered the little girl's portion. It seemed that there were quite a few, and it was enough for three people to deal with it.

Sang Mengyu was not polite because she had something to do in her heart and just nodded.

When Xiao Pan withdrew, she said, "I saw him from a distance."

Yuan Xing raised his eyebrows and did not ask questions because the other party's expression showed that things were not going well.

Sure enough, Sang Mengyu could only hear: "But this time, Meng Gu, the leader of the Xin Dynasty's Grand Inner Gu, had no idea why he needed to go north, so he took on this job. This man has always been old-fashioned and was extremely strict with his subordinates. I just asked about this news and it took a lot of trouble. There was basically no hope of spending money to redeem people."

"Do you have to follow their destination where they are exiled to work hard and spend money?" Yuan Xing pondered, his brows frowned very tightly.

"You must never go to a place where they can be exiled." Sang Mengyu flatly rejected: "Not to mention whether Dou Zi'ang's body can last until then, it is said that the purpose of their trip was the main hall of the shamanism. This sect has always been evil. In recent years, it has been intentionally targeting the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and has done a lot of small actions behind their backs. Where can these Taoists have their lives? Furthermore, there are many masters of the shamanism, and it is probably even more difficult to get out if you and I go."

After hearing her explanation, Yuan Xing could only sigh: "I have to start halfway through. I don't know how good this man Menggu is?"

"He is not afraid of being alone, but there are more than ten innate people accompanying him, and there are really little hope." Sang Mengyu continued to shake her head.

"If you have enough money, you can spend money to hire experts." Yuan Xing suggested again.

"They had already started to head north before noon, and it was too late to summon people." Sang Mengyu still shook her head.

The fate is speechless. This is not possible, and that is not possible. Do you give a solution?

Perhaps she noticed his thoughts, Sang Mengyu focused on her mind for a long time before gritting her teeth: "I can only use a trick." Seeing the puzzled gaze from the monk opposite, she lowered her head for a while, suddenly stood up from the stone bench and walked in front of Yuanxing in two steps.

Yuanxing didn't know what she meant. Just as she was about to ask, she saw her kneeling on the ground with a thud.

Yuan Xing's eyelids twitched, and he felt something was wrong in secret, so he quickly stood up: "What is the donor's intention?"

Sang Mengyu didn't get up, she was about to cry, and sighed mournfully: "After I came down from Xunzhen Temple, I thought about it all the way. If things went wrong, I would pretend to be a Taoist priest, and be caught by them in the middle of the journey, and then sneak into the team heading north and wait for an opportunity to rescue him."

This is also a solution. Yuan Xing thought about it and nodded slightly.

Sang Mengyu had already cried out at this time and asked hard: "The master is full of magical powers, and bringing someone out is like taking things out. I know I have done many ridiculous things, and now I know I am wrong. After having children, I have never done bad things, and now I have reformed myself. I ask the master to help me with the past grudges. I promise that after this matter, I will follow the master's leader and be a slave. "After that he said, his forehead hit the ground.

Yuan Xing avoided it with a long step, and the little girl who was playing on the side also realized that something was wrong and looked at it.

He quickly persuaded, "You should get up and talk, the child is watching."

However, Sang Mengyu still knelt down regardless of whether she lost face in front of her daughter: "The child and Dou Zi'ang are innocent. Please help me because he and you are half a fellow villager."

Yuan Xing sighed, without words. After all, he kicked people here. If he really had a few things, it would be fine if he didn't know. Knowing that his heart of Tao will be covered with dust, which is not good for his practice. Of course, Dou Zi'ang wanted to save him.

But Sang Mengyu and his wife are not friends with him, and they can even be called rivals. These two people are really not a good person, so they have been very wary of each other since they met. After all, people's hearts are unpredictable and they have to be guarded. If they follow the other party's plan, he is really afraid of being cheated.

But his long sigh, with a loosening sound in Sang Mengyu's ears, hurriedly begged again: "If the master is outside, it's nothing if I'm instigating into the internal world, but after all, I'm a congenital warrior, and I don't know what kind of torture I will suffer when I fall into their hands? At least, shackles must be added, and medicines that limit true qi must be taken. If it's more miserable, it's possible that I'll be abolished. But as a woman, I'll lose the ability to resist at that time. If someone has evil intentions, I can only endure it. If Dou Lang knows that jumping into the well is the only end."

Of course, Yuan Xing didn't believe that people like her would go to a well. If something really happened, Dou Zi'ang would dare to show a trace of disgust, and it would be good if she didn't discount her third leg.

But it is indeed inconvenient for a woman to sneak into the enemy camp alone. After thinking about it, he is the only one who has the same purpose is the most suitable for two people. However, after all, he is not a person from this world, so some details need to be asked clearly.

"What if I don't monk pretends to be a Taoist priest and is found to be a monk?"

"There are also captured Buddhist disciples in the team. The master directly reveals his identity and is not hindered." Sang Mengyu was shocked when he heard this.

"I am a ninth-level warrior at least, and I have to take medicines that limit my true qi. If my skills are nullified, I will not be able to do this? Besides, if I put on shackles, I will also be restricted in my movements."

"I have an antidote here. Once things change, someone will waste your kung fu. The master just leaves. You have Buddhist supernatural powers and mere shackles, can you still limit you?" Sang Mengyu stood up at this time and looked at him with hope.

I heard that there are female soldiers in the new dynasty, all of them are fierce. If they... cough! Yuanxing originally asked according to the other party's previous statement, and almost said this sentence. Fortunately, he reacted in time and went back.

He blushed and sighed for a long time.

The little girl tilted her head and listened to her mother chatting with the strange uncle, but she couldn't understand it. Soon after, she lost interest and went to play on her own with a small windmill.

Sang Mengyu didn't know what the monk opposite was thinking, so she turned to look at the carefree child and added fire to her: "If my husband and wife have a short time, my daughter would ask the master to take care of her. She has been weak and sick since she was a child, and her stomach is not good. She must have millet porridge in the morning and eat meat every day, otherwise she will not grow strong. She must hold her to her at night, otherwise she will cry." After a pause, she continued to emphasize: "By the way, I haven't named her yet. I originally wanted to save his father and talk about it, but if the master doesn't agree, there will be no hope for this matter. The poor baby, without his father, doesn't even have a name."

Yuan Xing glanced at the little girl who was still running wildly in the yard and jumping up and down, and then looked at the folding fan that was torn in half on the ground, and finally nodded: "I'll go."

At that moment, two big and one small three people had lunch, then walked back to the room and used their light skills to go north.

They were light and tired, so they were much faster to get up, and they saw the army heading north from afar. Frightened by the masters inside, they did not dare to approach, disturbed a large circle, and sneaked to the official road in front of the team that had not even reached the scouts. It was not dark at this time.

After a little time to prepare, Yuan Xing took out an old piece of clothing that he didn't want to throw away from his carry-on package, changed it to the side of the road, took off his wig, and completely returned to his former dress.

He handed over all the irrelevant items he carried to Sang Mengyu. At this time, Yuan Xing was a monk who was penniless and had worn clothes. Well, for the sake of reality, he used the same trick again and rolled a few on the ground.

He turned into a living person in front of Sang Mengyu and his daughter. The little girl kept looking at Yuanxing with her big eyes. This beautiful uncle turned into another appearance in a very short time, and she lost her hair.

"I have a limited skill here. Do you want to take it first?" Sang Mengyu looked at his performance and thought about it before proposing: "This way you can disguise yourself as a low-level warrior, and you may suffer less trouble. This medicine can be recovered in just three or two days, and then it will be much easier to move."

"No need." Yuan Xing smiled, sat cross-legged, and practiced the exercises silently.

Sang Mengyu didn't know what he was going to do at first, but then she opened her eyes wide because in her perception, the blood and blood of the monk on the opposite side were rapidly decreasing. Finally, when he stood up, his whole body had only one or two levels of skills. It was just like the second-level warrior, but it seemed more consistent with his youthful appearance.

"You can actually hide your skills." Sang Mengyu couldn't help but exclaim. The advantage of this method is that things can be restored at any time. This is much safer and more convenient than taking medicine.

Yuan Xing smiled faintly. Because of his trust, he did not want to take the medicine provided by Sang Mengyu easily. Fortunately, the days he stayed in Baoguo Temple in the Dali Dynasty were not abandoned and he did not learn the excellent skills. However, he really got a lot of these non-spoken techniques. On that day, he only thought that he might have some convenience when doing tasks, but he didn't expect to use it so quickly.

"Do you want to pretend to be unconscious again?" Sang Mengyu looked at Nanfang and calculated the time. It was not long before the team arrived.

Yuan Xing naturally knew what he meant. When the monks and Taoists in Yunzhou were confronting the government, it was suspicious that a monk saw that the army would not run, but if he escaped, he would inevitably be attacked by arrows, and if he was not good, he would inevitably be exposed.

Since you have already achieved this point, it doesn’t matter if you add some materials.

He pondered for a moment, broke a branch from the tree, weighed it with his hands, and suddenly asked, "If a blind monk appeared on the road, wouldn't it be more harmless to the army heading north?"

"That's natural, but the blind man is not that..." Sang Mengyu nodded when she heard this. Unexpectedly, she hadn't finished speaking yet. Seeing Yuan Xing's eyes, she couldn't help but exclaim.

I saw that Yuan Xing's originally bright eyes instantly dimmed, becoming dark, and no longer had any trace of light. He used the branches in his hand as a blind stick for a few steps, and at first it was still awkward, and he used it freely in a short while. After all, he had been a blind man for a while, so he was certainly able to do these things easily.

"This..." Sang Mengyu believed that she had been walking in the world for many years and had seen people pretending to be blind and disabled, but she had never been as vivid as the monk opposite.

She swallowed and hesitated: "Yuanxing, can I ask a question?"

"Huh?" Yuan Xing turned his head like a blind man and pointed his ear towards the direction of the sound.

"Your temples not only teach Buddhism, but also train assassins, right?"
Chapter completed!