Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 199. Chapter 198.

At noon, after giving the money, Li Zhen hung the two ruffled cloth bags on the old horse who had rested all morning.

He stroked its belly again.

It's okay, I ate a round of tea.

Then he bowed to the boy feeding the horse, and walked towards the east gate of Changsong City.

Changsong City is not big and not very prosperous, and he has no desire to wander around.When I came to the east gate, I asked the lazy defenders about the direction of Duhekou, and after getting the directions, I led the horse and walked out.

There is no official road here, but a relatively generous road has been stepped on by people.

Li Zhen walked all the way for about six or seven miles, and saw a very wide river from a distance.

The Yellow River is here.

He walked over with the old horse, and saw several ships being dragged ashore along the way.

When he got to the river, he saw some traces of the bonfire.

This is where I want to cross the estuary.

And the water of the Yellow River is indeed as the shopkeeper said, once the sun comes out, it will not be solid.Some waterline is still visible where the ice meets the shore.

Seeing this, he found a rock that was still leeward and sat down on the ground.

The old horse didn't run away, but knelt and sat down beside him.

The world is clean, except for the occasional "creaking" sound from the other side of the Yellow River.

Li Zhen turned a deaf ear and continued to chant sutras.

Then, he sensed that someone was coming.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a few men walking towards this side with their loads on their shoulders.

I also want to cross the river.

He closed his eyes again.

And when a few honest-looking men arrived here, they saw a Taoist priest with a slightly surprised look on their faces.But they didn't come over to say hello, but instead divided the work, collecting firewood and setting fire.After chopping some ice with the ax on his waist, he put it in clay pots and started cooking.

When the water boiled, some pancakes were thrown into it, and several people gathered together to eat.

And one of the men glanced at Li Zhen, thought for a while, scooped some dry biscuits and soup from the clay pot into a wooden bowl, and walked towards Li Zhen.

Li Zhen opened his eyes, and the man said respectfully:

"Prince Daoist, I'll wait... I don't have any money to give to Priest Daoist. It's very windy here, Priest Daoist... let's drink something warm. I hope the gods will bless me and return home safely."

Hearing this, Li Zhen got up quickly:
"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, thank you layman."

After taking the wooden bowl with both hands, the man didn't say much, but he bowed to Li Zhen with his palms together, then turned his head and was about to go back to his companion... But after taking two steps, he turned back and said:

"If the Taoist priest is cold... you can come and warm yourself by the fire."

Li Zhen shook his head:

"Poverty is not cold, but I would like to thank the laymen. Now I will chant scriptures and pray for the safety of all laymen."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Daoist."

Obviously, Li Zhen's words brought him a lot of psychological comfort. When he returned, he had a smile on his face and said to his companion:

"The Taoist priest is praying for us. We will be able to go home smoothly!"

"Ok!"

Several men responded, bowed their heads and began to eat.

And Li Zhen looked at the bowl of hot pancake batter in front of him, raised his head and drank it little by little.

He drank very cleanly, and even at the end, he carefully scraped off the residue on the wooden bowl with a piece of straw.

Then he got up and walked to the river, washed the bowls, and walked to these men.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, thank you for your generosity."

Several men quickly waved their hands.

After Li Zhen returned the bowl to them respectfully, he bowed again, but without talking, he went straight back to the old horse, closed his eyes and chanted scriptures, praying for these men.

And this afternoon, one after another, many people came to the ferry.

There are always forty or fifty in total.

Some of them were carrying poles and some were pushing small carts.

These are all crossing the river.

They gathered together in twos and threes, except for Li Zhen, there was no one who crossed the river alone.

In fact, I can understand it. After all, the world is chaotic, and only when we go out together can we take care of each other.

And listening to their chats, they are all people from the village behind the river.

Isn't it approaching New Year's Eve, come to the city to buy some food and clothing for the New Year.

They were all ordinary people, and they were talking about their parents' affairs. Some people even obviously didn't come out together, but they ran into each other at this ferry, and after talking with each other, they met in one place and walked together.

The time came to the evening little by little.

Day, gradually cold down.

At this time, the crowd moved a little.

Li Zhen heard a voice in his ear:
"Second Xiao, hurry up, come back to mother."

"Quickly stay away."

"Get out of the way, out of the way."

"?"

He opened his eyes.

I saw the people from the scattered branch carrying poles and pushing carts scattered to both sides, leaving a road about two carriages away.

He looked into the distance.

I saw a group of people rushing here in the distance.

There are about a hundred people and horses, each riding a horse, guarding several carriages and mules and horses walking here.

"..."

Li Zhen's eyes moved.

Some speechless.

This scene... He is familiar with it.

Only this time, he wanted to stay far away.

So he got up and led the horse, and retreated as far as his thoughts went.

He retreated to the end of the crowd, and followed everyone to watch the group of chariots approaching from far to near, walking towards this side.

Then he saw the difference in this group of people.

Although this group of people also rode horses, they were far worse than Shang Nian's prohibitive appearance.

First of all, the clothes are different.

The hundred or so people seemed to be a cobbled together team, and they were divided into several types in light of their clothes.Different camps are shown.

And then there's that aura.

In Shangnian they were like an army, and although the expressions of these people could not be said to be loose, they were much worse.

The spirit is far worse.

It looked like a temporary guard.

As for strength...

Li Zhen could sense that there were a few practitioners, but the others were so-so.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt speechless, and he thought to himself, don't show up a young suzerain of the thousand-year city, or a young master of some sect.

Then he really has to look at the almanac when he goes out in the future.

But really not, the group of people stopped when they reached the shore.

Ignoring the group of civilians, repairing in place, it seems that they are also planning to cross the river.

Others didn't dare to disturb these elders who didn't seem to be easy to provoke, they hid far away, and the well water did not interfere with the river water.

The same is true for Li Zhen.

hide away.

After all, among this group of ordinary people, although there are a few donkeys and mules and horses...but he is the only one who leads the horses seriously.

It's eye-catching enough.

But don't meet someone who likes to pretend to be compared, so that you can slap yourself in the face.Or forcefully cut the show, insisting on showing off his own presence...

Never.

Therefore, he was far away from the crowd, not looking over there, and not paying attention to those people.

But he doesn't know...

Two pairs of eyes have been following his every move since he came here.

See clearly, see clearly.

(End of this chapter)