Chapter 815

After the last incident,

The long Princess seems to have grown up overnight and no longer wants to go back to Qingdu.

She didn't even talk.

Even at night, in the dead of night, the long Princess held the thick bag. She didn't know if she had a nightmare. She suddenly woke up, curled up in a corner and sobbed in a low voice.

In a twinkling of an eye, three days passed.

Including Zen master kuiye, a group of four went north first and then turned East.

When they were closest to Qingdu, they were only three thousand miles away.

The farther north, the more dense the city is.

Looking down from the air, the high city walls, rows of houses and noisy markets are a scene of singing and dancing and people living and working in peace and contentment.

These three days, they were afraid to settle down in the city even at night because they were afraid of being chased by thieves.

That is, Yilin secretly went to the city to get some dry food and let several people satisfy their hunger, so as not to starve to death in the wild.

Every time he went to a city, Yilin used to stroll around the brothel and check the latest news.

With the aloes order, it's really easy to do things.

But what Yilin doesn't understand is that it seems that every shopkeeper of Wanxiang building and those beautiful women who still have charm seem to have heard his name. As soon as they hear the word "Lin Yi", they blush and look shy. They want to refuse to return the welcome, which makes Yilin puzzled.

Among them, in one of the big cities, a shopkeeper named "Meiniang" quickly mistook Yilin for "nine brothers", which made Yilin confused.

Brother nine? What nine what brother?

After a little inquiry, Yilin did not collect the news about Jiannanchun and chaorushan.

Yeah, no surprise.

Two experts of Tianjian sect, who can find them if they don't settle in a crowded place?

It's been three days. Isn't it really dead?

Yilin whispered.

But it is also possible that two groups of people stagger the path and don't touch each other. After all, Yilin and kuiye Zen master were careful all the way without leaving too many traces.

Yilin even deliberately left some specious traces in the opposite direction of some fork roads to mislead the forces chasing and killing the long princess.

The third night.

Yilin chose a barren mountain outside the city and found a hiding place to settle down.

There are riprap piles around, and the riprap is covered with shrubs, just like a naturally formed camping pit. Even if a campfire is lit in the hiding place, it is difficult to spread the fire outside.

As a master of soul cooking, Yilin took the initiative to take charge of dinner, picked some pure natural wild vegetables everywhere, then put on a big pot bought from the city and cooked wild vegetable soup.

If Zen master kuiya didn't eat meat, Yi Lin would have to add some game to anything... It's a pity that this pot of food.

The eldest princess was not interested in wild vegetable soup and curled up in a corner of the rubble.

But when Yilin smiled and patted the lid of the pot, a light flashed, and the fresh aroma overflowed, the long princess was stunned, and hurriedly climbed over with her luggage.

Yilin filled a full bowl for everyone.

Zen master withered leaf took a sip and burst into tears if he was electrocuted.

When Wang Xiaohu and the eldest princess saw the response of Zen master withered leaf, they thought that the soup was so hard to drink that the old monk cried. But Wang Xiaohu was really hungry. He finished his dry food. He smelled the fragrance from the soup. It didn't seem toxic, so he also hardened his scalp and looked up to dry.

"Too, too, too..." Wang Xiaohu was scalded and his tongue couldn't be straightened. After half a day, he finally squeezed out a vague sentence: "brother Lin, it's so delicious!"

Yilin shook his head and sighed. He was not very satisfied with the dishes: "limited by the materials, it can only be made like this."

Zen master withered leaf drank faster.

He even had an absurd idea.

Whether to dig the young man into the back kitchen of Dali temple to be a vegetable cook.

"How delicious! ~"

Several people exclaimed with one voice.

A large pot of wild vegetable soup was divided up by several people. It is not the first time that Yilin has conquered the enemy with soul cooking. The silent long princess finally gave Yilin a good face. The long Princess timidly moved a few steps closer, looked like a kitten who had slightly relaxed her vigilance, looked up and said to Yilin, "Hello, my name is Xia Xiaoman."

Xia Xiaoman?

Along the way, Yilin didn't inquire about the name of Princess long. In fact, he was not interested. But when Xia Xiaoman introduced himself, Yilin thought a little and asked, "real name?"

Xia Xiaoman hugged the package tightly in his arms and couldn't laugh or cry. Why doesn't it look like his real name?

"I'm the eldest princess of Daqing. Today's emperor's sister, Xia Xiaoman, with the word pearl and the name Zhenping! Do not change your name or sit down!"

Princess Zhenping

It's so flat.

Yilin hurried to Xia Xiaoman's chest and nodded hard for fear that Xia Xiaoman didn't believe him and believed her: "well, I believe it. People are like their names."

Xia Xiaoman was satisfied with Yilin's letter.

But after careful consideration, I always felt that Yilin's words had something wrong.

But what's wrong, she can't say.

After the two had a simple intersection, there was no more communication.

This is a chance encounter, why make deep friends.

Yilin is concerned about the Heavenly Sword gate and is not interested in the long princess.

When they were full and the night was dangerous, they decided to spend the night here.

With the warmth of the campfire, Xia Xiaoman found a safe corner and curled up to sleep.

Wang Xiaohu lay directly beside the campfire, with a large font facing up and snoring.

Yilin sat by the campfire and added firewood to the fire from time to time.

"Benedict, Benedict, Benedict, Benedict."

After the dead leaf Zen master was full, he coiled the Buddha beads around his neck with his fingers and gently knocked the wooden fish, such as a lullaby, which made him sleepy.

Yilin, who was adding dry wood to the campfire to light the fire, listened and felt something wrong. He felt that the old monk's low chanting and the rhythm of wooden fish beating seemed to have some soothing power, which made Yilin feel calm and difficult to make waves.

Yilin asked, "what are you doing?"

Zen master withered leaf closed his eyes gently, stopped chanting scriptures and replied, "I'm eliminating the evil killing for benefactor."

"Oh," Yilin smiled, "killing evils are everywhere in the world. What can you do if you can eliminate me alone?"

"Buddha said, the world is a vast sea of suffering. All living beings have experienced thousands of hardships in the boat. You and I can cross it together. I have shallow strength. If I can cut one person, I will be one person. That's enough."

"Forget it." Yilin was helpless. He felt that he was not on the same channel as the dead leaf Zen master, so he didn't intend to go deep into this topic. Yilin went to the dead leaf Zen master and sat down cross legged. With a flick of his fingers, a sound barrier fell around them. For a moment, everything was quiet, insects and birds were silent.

At this point, Zen master withered leaf finally opened his eyes and thought a little more in his eyes: "I'm clumsy. What almsgiver Lin uses doesn't seem to be a Taoist secret."

"It's hard to get into the lobby without mentioning the family art." Yilin was rarely modest: "what's the matter with your eyes? I don't think you can be hurt by those people."

The old monk bowed his head and sighed: "my disciples are confused. They listen to slander and think that if they capture the long princess, they can get high officials and rich."

Yilin understood that he was stabbed blind by his own people.

"Then it seems that you are out of sight." Yilin smiled.

"Amitabha, benefactor Lin is not right," Zen master kuiye shook his head. "I have already seen that he has a bad mind. I'm just trying to get him to be good, but in the end, he still has no chance with the Buddha."

Yilin nodded. He couldn't understand the old monk's idea, but he seemed to understand... To put it bluntly, he was stubborn.

He pointed to Wang Xiaohu, who was lying on the ground and sleeping.

"Well, since you're taking in people, why is it him?"