The four horses are riding pets exchanged from the evolution base: Wu Zui - a pure black horse with satin-like fur. According to legend, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, rode Wu Zui.
Of course, there is a huge difference compared to riding a goat.
Sitting in the carriage, Lin Xi's eyes couldn't help but linger on the faces of the three unique mercenaries.
Jiu Shu, Fan Haixin, Ampei Qingming.
In the background stories of some animation and game movies in Europe, America and Japan, Van Helsing is the incarnation of the archangel "Gabriel", and Abe Qingming is said to be the descendant of a white fox and a human, and is a half-demon - of course, the two people from the movie are not too powerful. powerful.
Just like the X-Men movies, the strength of superpowers has been greatly weakened.
As for Uncle Jiu, Taoist Priest with One Eyebrow, he is the real strong one, the actual combat sect! There are countless zombies that have been chopped down and bosses that have been defeated.
Aware of the young man's gaze, Anbei Qingming raised his fan and covered his mouth with a smile.
Lin Xi suddenly got goosebumps all over her body.
It is worth mentioning that whether it is the handsome old man Van Helsing or the fox-eyed Ampei Qingming, there is no language barrier with everyone, and they speak Chinese very fluently. Just like Mai Shiranui, she was obviously programmed to automatically instill Chinese into her.
"Little donor, can you tell us in detail what happened in Luzhou?" Master Dinghui asked.
Lin Xi attacked the city with the undead army, the Widow Maker and other bosses were killed, Karsus showed his eyes in the sky, Thresh appeared, the team prepared to escape, encountered the Shadow Island, and the Forbidden Curse Requiem destroyed the city. What happened? After a while, everyone who listened sighed repeatedly.
"The Red Ghost King destroyed Jiang City, and the Death Song destroyed Luzhou City. The coming boss must be more powerful than these two. How can humans survive in such an apocalyptic world?" The middle-aged lady Ma Chunhua was very sad.
"Not all demigods and god-level bosses master forbidden spells, and not all bosses can use corpse poison to spread and infect everyone like the Red Ghost King."
Duoduo is an optimist.
In fact, Lin Xi concealed a lot of what he said, especially the blow to Karsus and Shadow Island - of course, no one would believe it even if he said it.
He is still very wary of strangers.
However, the developed brain and sensitive mental power did not detect malice from anyone. In addition, Uncle Jiu, Fan Helsing, and Ampei Qingming were all decent people - lawful good, rather than decent people from the neutral camp. These people hated evil as much as they hated it.
Therefore, there is no need to worry that the eight people will be detrimental to him, otherwise these three mercenaries will intervene to stop him, or even leave their master and return to the evolution base.
Now at noon, it was time to eat. The carriage stopped on the road and did not move. Everyone took out the food.
They are all packaged food.
Zi Laiduoduo brought a large bag of mung bean cakes. Lin Xi nodded and expressed her gratitude, then tore open the package and put the cakes into her mouth one by one.
The old monk Dinghui took out a dry and hard steamed bun from his sleeve - yes, it was not the item space, but from the sleeve. He broke it into small pieces in his hands and ate it with pure water. Occasionally, some steamed bun residue fell down. On the beard, carefully remove it and put it into your mouth.
Simple, simple brother, with saliva on his face, gave Uncle Jiu a bottle of Wuliangye and a bag of salt and pepper peanuts. The Maoshan Taoist priest was not polite. He took the wine and food and greeted Fan Hexin. The two drank wine and ate peanuts.
"You call Uncle Jiu... Master?"
Lin Xi was slightly startled when she heard the two brothers calling each other Taoist priests with one eyebrow.
"Yes, Uncle Jiu is now our master, and he also taught us Maoshan Taoism... I learned the art of exorcism, and my brother learned magic." It can be seen that this brother's personality is more lively and talkative.
Maoshan Taoism mainly includes two categories: first, exorcising ghosts, driving ghosts, such as controlling zombies and ghosts; second, subduing demons, killing evil ghosts and zombies, such as talismans and formations.
"You two guys have been practicing for more than ten days. One of you can only drive away corpses. The other is a little talented in talismans and knows nothing about formations. You are so stupid that you still have the nerve to say it and show off." Uncle Jiu shook his head, but Judging by his expression, it was obvious that he didn't mean what he said.
As evolutionaries, the two of them have started to learn Maoshan Taoism in more than ten days. How can they be called stupid? Uncle Jiu was just afraid that the two of them would be complacent.
Lin Xi fell into deep thought. He seemed to have overlooked one thing before.
Mercenaries possess not only combat power, but also a variety of knowledge and practice experience! Even... there is wisdom, such as Wolong, Fengchu, Shui Jing and other counselors in the Three Kingdoms series!
"Nine Uncle Fan Haixin, Ampei Qingming, is an outstanding figure belonging to various schools. Master Dinghui was a Buddhist monk before he became an evolver. Do these people have any opinions on the question that the mysterious black shadow in the dream asked me: Who am I? And inspiration?”
Thinking of this, Lin Xi asked this question.
"who I am?"
Li Qi, Duoduo and others were all puzzled: "What's so good about this?"
"This should be a philosophical question." Liu Suifeng and Jiang Xinyu, a couple in their 20s, looked at each other.
Lin Xi had no hope that the evolvers would give any answers.
Apart from him, I'm afraid no one would bother to study "who am I". Most of the current evolvers are still thinking about how to kill more monsters, add some abilities and points, so as to strengthen attributes and redeem them. Equipment and mercenaries.
Here, the only ones qualified to give some hints on the problem are Uncle Jiu and other seniors.
Uncle Jiu felt a little weak when he noticed that Lin Xi's eyes were on him.
He picked up a glass of wine, slowly swallowed the liquid, and remained silent - the Maoshan lineage belonged to the practical school. In addition to the mysterious Taoism, they just stretched their arms or carried a big sword to kill ghosts.
who I am
Uncle Jiu, who was essentially no different from a muscular barbarian, couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it.
Of course, as a senior Taoist, I cannot lose face in front of younger generations. I want to recite a poem to express my understanding of the mysterious realm. Unfortunately, I don’t have much ink and can’t find a poem with philosophical meaning, so I have to read from He took out a book from his body.
"For such a simple question, look for it in the book yourself." Uncle Jiu looked disdainful of answering such a mentally retarded question.
Lin Xi took it and took a look, Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching"...
Van Helsing, this seemingly crazy old man burst out laughing: "Who am I? Who am I? Why should I consider these things? People are born as lambs of God. If you dedicate your heart to the Lord and believe in God, you can break everything. My heart is filled with confusion.”
Taking out a Bible from his clothes, the old man thrust the book into Lin Xi's arms with a very strong attitude.
Realizing that Fan Haixin seemed to want to develop Lin Xi into a Christian believer, the old monk Dinghui, who was eating a hard steamed bun, had no time to eat it slowly. He quickly swallowed the broken cake in a few mouthfuls and rolled his eyes while choking.
"Little donor, you are on the verge of enlightenment. It is really remarkable that you can enlighten yourself at such a young age."
The old monk's face wrinkled with laughter, almost turning into a blooming chrysanthemum: "You are destined to be a Buddhist."
The corner of Lin Xi's mouth twitched. Fortunately, Master Dinghui didn't say "You are destined to the West." Otherwise, he would have considered escaping from here.
"Who am I? This is the eternal confusion of all sentient beings in Jambudvipa, and it is also the ultimate question that no one can escape. In Buddhism, I have three meanings, first: the Brahman self in the outside world, and second, the unchangeable spiritual consciousness of the outside world. The self, third, the self of the five worldly aggregates..."
"But I am who I am. First there is the emptiness of self, then there is the emptiness of Dharma, and then there is the emptiness of form. Everything is like a dream and a bubble, existing but not real, and indistinguishable. All living beings are trapped in the delusion. Only the enlightenment of the heart..."
As expected of an old monk who has been cultivating Buddhism all his life, he is best at making people faint with his talk. Master Dinghui talked a lot, but Lin Xi didn't understand anything.
The people next to him also showed a helpless expression, obviously they had learned from this old monk.
After talking for more than half an hour, Uncle Jiu and Fan Haixin drank up a bottle of wine. Master Dinghui still had more to say and found a sutra: "This is the Shurangama Sutra. In the book, the Buddha is a disciple." Difficult, it has completely revealed who I am, you can take a look..."
If Dinghui wasn't an old man and had listened to such nonsense for so long, Lin Xi would have definitely blurred the scriptures into the other person's face.
Now, I can only accept it silently.
After asking a question, I found out nothing, but got three books...
"that… "
Master Dinghui's eyes were full of kindness and kindness: "Donor Lin, your hair... This white hair does not match your age... Why don't you scatter the three thousand threads of troubles and turn them into a mote of dust?"
As he spoke, the old monk raised his palms and recited a Buddhist verse -
Because the three fruits of concentration are unknown,
The floating shadow of prosperity is worthy of becoming a poem.
Falling into the mortal dream for no reason,
Get rid of three thousand troubles.
Lin Xi fell silent and was completely convinced. At the same time, she swore in her heart that she would never talk to the old monk again...
Duoduo finished eating and went out to drive again. The cart pulled by four black horses started again. Anbei Qingming, who had been silent before, took out a bamboo flute and played a song "The Original Scenery of Hometown".
Under the faint sound of the flute, the heart that was originally filled with anger and some irritability due to Dinghui's words gradually calmed down and regained its original tranquility and peace.
The sound of the flute carries the soul, as if flying to the fields full of flowers in the suburbs, to the river, to the quiet and green valley. The white clouds in the sky seem to be swaying with longing, and the soul seems to have been washed, becoming pure and transparent...
The carriage ran all afternoon. At night, it was difficult for everyone to move on. At the same time, they wanted to let the horses rest and set up tents in a wild field by the roadside.
Lin Xi put his goat outside to eat grass and leaves, while he meditated all night.
The next day, the carriage continued on the road. On the road, we gradually saw some people - and even found fishermen fishing in the lake - where there were still snails, green water spirits, wood monsters and other monsters, where ordinary people lived. Not bad.
Stopping the carriage, Duoduo went to ask for information and learned that there was a gathering place near here. It was a force established by two evolutionists and some pre-apocalyptic police, security, fire brigade and the like.
(I strongly recommended it today. This week is more important. Please give me more recommendation votes. I will update another chapter in the evening - after it is put on the shelves, I will resume two updates, and there will also be an outbreak at the same time)
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