Two days later, Xie Ying, who had almost no stop, finally walked out of the Linya Mountains.

Looking back at the misty mountains and recalling the battle I encountered two days ago, if it weren't for the book in my arms, Xie Ying would still think it was fantastic and hard to believe it.

Recognize the master with blood!

Stick to the eyebrows!

soaking!

Roast on fire!

After confirming that there was no one around, Xie Ying began to study the books in her arms. When she opened the books, she still couldn't see anything. It was a wordless heavenly book. Then she tried one by one how she knew several treasures to recognize the owner or discover treasures.

Unfortunately, after one experiment, in the end, there was no change at all, which made Xie Ying shed more than half a bowl of blood.

It is worth mentioning that after the blood drops, books do suck blood, like sponges, but they are useless; and they are soaked in water and cannot be wet, and they cannot be burned. They are worthy of being a treasure.

"What should I do? Since it is a treasure, there will naturally be fluctuations in the treasure. Those who have achieved success in cultivating Confucianism can naturally sense it. Every man is innocent and is guilty of possessing a treasure. The Qinglian Sage is an example. If those people know that they have treasures, ten of them will not die enough!"

Looking at the books that could be determined as treasures in his hand, Xie Ying really had a headache. He even didn't dare to go to the village or town to rest after going down the mountain. All he was afraid of was to be sensed that the treasures would fluctuate, which would affect his own lives.

It’s not a blessing to get treasure!

It’s useless to get something like this, but it’s a pity to abandon it. Why is the reason for it?

"Hey... why can't I see the mystery of this book? Do I need the magical power of those Confucians to understand?"

Looking at the books that were still completely different, Xie Ying sighed and was extremely distressed. He could not use the treasures he had obtained after wandering around the edge of life and death, which made Xie Ying extremely unwilling to accept.

"People say that treasures have spirits! If you have spirits, please show me a way!"

Holding the "Qinglian True Sutra", Xie Ying talked to herself as if she was talking to a spiritual creature. After the words came, she quietly looked at the true scripture in her hand, hoping that a miracle would happen.

The sun rises and the sun sets, the moon rises and the moon disappears!

Xie Ying stared at the "Qinglian Jing" for two days. When she was thirsty, she drank a sip of stream water, and when she was hungry, she ate some dry food or wild fruits. She seemed to be in a devil, and her mind was in a mess, thinking that the books in her hand could have miracles...

At this time, Xie Jiacun’s hope and the book of the saints he read had long been thrown out of the sky!

...

"Forget it! Forget it! It's the same thing, I'm lucky if I get it, but I'm lucky if I lose it! It's mine, but it will be mine after all, not mine. I can't force it. Everything goes with the flow!"

On this day, Xie Ying, who felt a little dizzy, drank some water by a stream, washed her face, and recovered a lot of energy. Thinking back on the persistence that had been over the past two days, she couldn't help but sigh and said to herself.

If you can travel through time, you will have the reputation of a scholar, the ability to remember everything you have, and the respect and expectations of nearly 2,000 people in Xiejia Village, what else is there to be dissatisfied? Furthermore, the examination is about to begin. If you delay, let alone catch up, in this state, it will be a failure.

"I spent more than a month in vain that the book of the saint was so hard to eat and sleep, and I almost missed the matter for the sake of the illusory treasure."

Turning back to the stone that I had been sitting there for two days, Xie Ying smiled bitterly. The treasure must be a treasure, but I just don’t know it. Maybe it’s because the opportunity is not enough.

At this time, Xie Ying was like a pauper who suddenly received a huge inheritance. The bank notified that he could get the inheritance himself, but he needed a password...

In this regard, Xie Ying has indeed had its own unique features after two lifetimes. At least he still has the spirit of "contentment and happiness"...

...

"The destiny of heaven is called nature, the way is to follow nature, and the way of practicing Tao is called teaching. Tao cannot be separated for a moment, but it cannot be separated from it, not Tao..."

After deciding to ignore the "Qinglian Jing", Xie Ying set off immediately. While walking, he kept savoring and reviewing the Confucianism he had learned before.

I don’t know if Xie Ying got enlightened himself, or had seen the battle between the two great sages and had a broad vision, or if the principle of “reading a book a hundred times will make one see the meaning” again, Xie Ying felt that she had understood a lot of things. Then she slowly immersed in the pleasure of wandering in the sea of ​​books. The worries and unwillingness that had been obtained before were gradually eliminated...

That night, Xie Ying passed by a remote village. It was already late, so if you left, you would have to sleep in the wild again. It was rare that someone had not rested under the eaves for a long time, so Xie Ying planned to spend the whole night in this village.

In this regard, the folk customs of the Great Chu are relatively simple and enthusiastic, especially the Confucian scholars, who are deeply respected by the world. They are very common and no one generally refuses them. Especially in the villages, everyone is not wary of them, and they respect scholars, and they respect the guests of the above.

When she walked into the village slowly, Xie Ying felt quite strange because the buildings in this village were endless, and there should be more than 300 households, but it looked extremely desolate and bleak.

It was only in the evening, but Xie Ying only saw a few figures passing by. Unlike Xiejia Village, even at night, there were still villagers who were tired all day chatting in groups of three or five, entertaining themselves.

After a few steps, this village is relatively richer than Xiejia Village. Most of the houses are piled with soil, the roof is covered with thick thatch, the courtyard is dilapidated, and corn, rice, dried meat, etc. are covered with sunburn outside.

"Hello, aunt!" He walked and observed until he saw an old woman in her fifties and sixties sitting in the courtyard, as if peeling corn. He walked into the courtyard and said hello softly.

"Ah!?" The sudden shout obviously scared the old woman. She looked up and saw that it was a elegant young man wearing a blue shirt carrying a package. She was obviously relieved, but she still didn't say anything, just staring at Xie Ying quietly.

"This aunt! The young actor is a Confucian scholar who went to participate in the examination this time. He passed by Guicun and saw it was getting late. I don't know if he could use it for one night?" It was enough to hear it. The other party didn't say anything, and Xie Ying didn't care. Instead, he simply explained his purpose.

"This..." The old woman was obviously hesitant, paused, sighed inwardly, looked at Xie Ying with love and said, "It is not easy for you scholars to go out to study. As cold as it is today, it is really difficult to spend the night in the wild! It is okay to use one night, but you can't come out and walk around at night!"

"Uh?!" Xie Ying was stunned, but after staying for one night, the other party agreed to be expected, which was very common in Da Chu. In my impression, there were occasionally outsiders staying in Xiejia Village. However, the old woman's request seemed a bit strange.

"Thank you, aunt! This little boy can save you!" Although the request was a bit weird, there might be something inconvenient to him, so it was understandable that Xie Ying still smiled and responded happily.

"Old man! There is a Confucian scholar who stays by staying there, come out to greet him!" After hearing Xie Ying's acceptance, the old woman didn't say much, but turned to the house and shouted loudly.

Soon, a stumbling old man with a hunchback came out. Judging from his age, he was about sixty or seventy years old. If Xie Ying had a good vision, the old man should be only in his forties or fifties. He might have encountered something and looked older.

When you walk into the house, the ground is filled with bumpy soil, and the house is covered with four walls. A purple-red and dilapidated Eight Immortals table is located on the front wall. There is a picture of a dilapidated Confucius on the wall, and there is also a set of equally dilapidated tables and wooden chairs in the middle, but in general, it is neat and dry.

"Do you want to have some food?" The old man walked into the house and didn't look at Xie Ying, but said to himself.

"Don't bother me! Xiaosheng brought some food!" Judging from the environment, the family is not having a good time, so Xie Ying couldn't bear to put more burdens on it. As long as there is a shelter from the wind and rain, you can just sit down and lean on your feet.

"Yeah!" The old man responded without saying anything, and stopped making a sound. He staggered towards the side room. Seeing that the old man seemed not to want to speak, Xie Ying also followed him in silence and did not speak out.

"Crack..."

When I opened the simple wooden door, a cool feeling came to my face and my breathing stagnated. Maybe it was because the room was relatively sideways and there was little ventilation.

As soon as Xie Ying walked into the house, she felt a little damp and cold. When she looked around, there was a couch with neatly slumped bedding on it, and a tea table in the house with a pair of tea tables on it.

It can be seen that although the house is simple, it is cleaned frequently, and it is quite neat.

"Young Master! The humble house is simple, so let's be wronged for the time being." At this time, the old man turned to look at Xie Ying and said. His face was covered with wrinkles and his eyes were peaceful. Maybe because of something, he was not very enthusiastic and kind.

"You are polite, please forgive me if you disturb me!" Xie Ying smiled and said repeatedly. It would be much better to have a place to rest in the wild. If it weren't for practicing the "Demon Tiger Body Tempering Technique" before departure, Xie Ying wouldn't know how he would have survived in the past half month.

"Well! If you want water, come outside! If there is nothing to do, just rest early. Lock the doors and windows, don't walk around if you have nothing to do!" The old man showed a peaceful smile and said repeatedly. Except for the last sentence that was as strange as the old woman before, Xie Ying did feel the kindness and care of the old man.
Chapter completed!