Menggu is very annoying. As a congenital sixth-level strongman, if in the world, he is a top master respected by everyone. But in the court, he can only be the commander of the imperial guards.

It is because he was a slave of the emperor. Although he was very skilled, he was not the kind of extreme existence after all. He had always been seen by the Han bureaucrats and royal families. But he had no complaints at all, and he worked diligently to protect the emperor for nearly twenty years and had never been away.

If this time was not crucial, he needed to send a treasure that the emperor valued very much to Xinglong Mansion. He might have to stay in the capital. He might have to accept his disciples before he retired and lived a leisurely life.

In fact, I don’t want to care about this destructive thing in Yunzhou because I don’t have a good impression of the Buddhist shamans. In his eyes, these people are all a group of guys who don’t accept Wang Hua.

But the emperor spoke and went along, so he could only follow this errand that was quite boring for him.

There is no way, as a slave, you must always listen to the orders of your master.

"Sir, I found a monk in front." At this time, the scout who was excluded from the front returned to report to him.

"Oh?" Menggu raised his eyelids slightly: "Have you Izumozhou?"

"I can't go out tomorrow."

"Then let's take a look at what strength you have. Everything will follow the rules." He sighed. His Majesty's order was forcing the monks and Taoists in Yunzhou to return to secular life and become soldiers. If he leaves Yunzhou, he would not bother to take care of it. The monk was unlucky...

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Not long after, a bald monk with dirt was dragged all the way to the army by two soldiers.

"Sir, this is a blind monk." A soldier said.

Menggu sat down on the horse, looking down at the person sitting in the place holding a stick. His true energy was not full, and he was not even as good as a third-rate warrior. He was just an ordinary monk who knew some fist and foot skills. He was ragged in the monk's robe, and patches were stacked with patches. I don't know if it was because he was dragged in the mud or because he was like this. He was so dirty that he could no longer see the original color. His head was shiny and his face was Zhou Zheng, but he was young. Unfortunately, his eyes were gray and he had no spirit. He was indeed a blind person.

Seeing that there was nothing suspicious, he refused to pay attention to it. He waved impatiently. His own guards put shackles on the monk on the ground, tied his hands with ropes, and placed them at the end of the team. He was just an irrelevant little character, and now he has become a prisoner again. Who would kindly take care of a blind man?

All this happened was just a small episode and did not delay the team's pace.

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Yuan Xing was very depressed, his hands were tied up and could only follow the force of the rope. The team was very silent. Apart from the sound of shackles, there was even little conversation.

The attitude of the neighbors around him was pretty good, because they couldn't see their feet, and they would inevitably have some bumps and bumps. There was always someone around him who could help him, but he didn't let him fall down.

"Thank you." After another experience of almost tripping, he whispered to his side.

"It's all in trouble, it's nothing to help." A gentle but old sigh came into my ears.

Yuanxing remembers this sound firmly and must help when leaving.

Yes, in order to avoid others seeing the flaws, his eyes are really invisible at this moment.

This is also a skill at Baoguo Temple Middle School. It is said that it is used by a certain sect in the martial arts world to assist in practicing. When he saw it, he shook his head and laughed at him, lamenting that the person who invented this technique had a headache. Although this method is indeed conducive to martial arts practice, the control power is in the hands of an individual. It is said that it will return to normal after being untied, and it is not much different from a piece of cloth covering the eyes. It is so boring that it is outrageous.

Who knew that the slap in the face came so quickly, and the tips I remembered at that time were really used today.

Because there are many innate people nearby, I dare not use the Heavenly Eye Wisdom. The only thing I can rely on is ears.

But it doesn't matter. Two years of blind life are not in vain, but now it's just a relive.

After walking like this for a long time, the team finally stopped. President Yuan sighed and judged that it should be dark. Sure enough, amid the scolding of a group of soldiers, a group of people were driven to a place, and many people were suddenly around him.

Someone helped him sit on the ground, feeling the lush grass below his body, and the noise of soldiers making meals and the whistling wind came from his ears. It seemed that he would spend the night in this wilderness tonight.

The whispering conversations between the people around me also began to increase.

Yuanxing listened carefully but did not get any useful information. Not long after, the prisoner seemed to be in agitation. Listening to the content of the conversation, someone should have brought food.

"Give it, this is yours." It was still the gentle voice, and then a round and hard thing was stuffed into his bound hands.

Yuan Xing knew what this was based on his touch, and quickly shook his head and said habitually: "When I don't eat anything wrong, I have already eaten lunch."

"There is only one meal here every day. If you don't eat it, you will be hungry all day tomorrow. How can you have the strength to rush on the road?" The voice was silent and then advised: "It's all here, stop paying attention to your Buddhist precepts..."

But before he finished speaking, a sneer came to the side: "Uncle Shoucheng, it's now, why should you help a blind monk? If the Buddhist sect had not done too much at the beginning, why would we have to be so far?"

"Bul's nose, what are you talking about..." Someone shouted loudly in the distance.

Immediately, the crowd began to quarrel, obviously divided into two factions, and they refused to give in to each other. After a few sentences, the atmosphere became intense.

"Enough." It was still the familiar voice of Yuanxing, but there was a little more stern at this moment: "Now everyone is not alive, why bother with the faith of the people? We should work together." This man was obviously quite prestigious among the prisoners. With such scolding, the noise gradually faded.

Yuanxing had good ears and only heard some faint hums in the distance. He thought for a while, he was indeed able to work after eating, right? He stopped hesitating and put them in his mouth with dry food.

It felt bad when he felt it before, so he thought it wouldn't be a good thing, but he didn't expect it to be completely beyond his expectations when he got it.

This was simply beyond the limit of being unpalatable. If it weren't for the taste of pasta, he would have thought it was a mud made by grass-roots stones. It was rough and hard and irritating, and it was mixed with an unspeakable smell.

"Haha. Isn't it used to the little master?" It was still the same voice, and this time he said a smile: "It will be done in a few days. Although this thing is unpalatable, it can fill your stomach. It's already good."

Yuan Xing sighed, gritted his teeth and ate the things in his hand, drank the cold water he handed over, and then asked tentatively: "Master Shoucheng?"

"Yeah!" the man responded and asked, "I wonder what the little master is called?"

"I am a monk's Dharma name, Yuanxing." Yuanxing is a bit troublesome.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, an exclaim came from the side: "Master Yuanxing, is it really you?"

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Dou Zi'ang felt that he was about to collapse. Since Shouzhen Temple was captured by the officers and soldiers, it has been nearly ten days since it was now, and his daily life is worse than death.

He was lucky at first, but as soon as he arrived in this world, he met his master, and was then taken back to Shouzhen Temple in a daze.

So, he stayed honestly on the mountain and lived there for more than two years.

Although the life of Taoist temple is busy, it doesn’t have to worry about food and drink. But there is no news about the people he asked his fellow disciples to look for. This is really worrying. I don’t know how Mengyu is like, whether she was born, was she a boy or a girl? She is cute or not?

Whenever he thinks of this, he deeply regrets that he shouldn't have instigated Sang Mengyu to find trouble for Yuanxing, and he shouldn't have been greedy for the treasures on the monk, otherwise he wouldn't have been kicked into another world by someone.

If I had known this, I would rather agree to the monk's conditions directly. Wouldn't it be much better to be with my wife and children than to be this Taoist priest?'

He knew that his master did not claim to be a talented person as a closed disciple, but was just to anger his mortal enemy Amitabha Temple.

Because of the scroll that Sang Mengyu placed on him and the short hair, he was mistakenly considered to be a monk who escaped from Amitabha Temple for a long time, and therefore had a special identity in the gym and was not very popular.

But he has no place to go. Although Yunzhou is still calm on the surface, there are endless bandits and horse thieves everywhere. If an ordinary person who has only practiced punching and kicking for two years wants to go down the mountain alone, how can he be the opponent of those fierce people who lick blood from the knife? I can only hope that Sang Mengyu will come to pick him up earlier when he hears the news from the scroll.

But unexpectedly, the wind and clouds changed so quickly, and it seemed that overnight, Xunzhenguan became a rebel inexplicably as the court, and was besieged by the army and fought for several days. In the end, he also became a prisoner.

Dou Zi'ang naturally knew that the destination of the north this time was not a good place, and it was really necessary to explain if he could make up his life.

Compared with the worries of life, the daily suffering is nothing. He has basically given up at this time and cannot escape. He can only endure it silently and welcome the unknown fate.

But God seemed to be favoring him. He had just set out from Sanjo Castle this day. Not long after noon, a blind monk appeared in the team. He glanced from afar and felt familiar. After the camp was in the night, he came to the monk's side. At first, he did not dare to confirm, but just observed secretly. When the other party formally introduced him, an uncontrollable excitement surged up.
Chapter completed!