After walking for half a day, Wang Yi caught up with everyone in the escort agency early the next morning, which was very close to Chang'an City.

On the road thirty miles away from Chang'an City, Wang Si finally wrote two words that made Wang Yi somewhat satisfied. After Wang Yi nodded, Wang Si came to the window of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and passed here to look at the scenery on both sides of the road. For Wang Si, who grew up in Dajiang Town and had never seen the scenery outside, everything on the roadside could make Wang Si excited all day. Wang Si's two braids began to shake left and right with her mood.

Wang Yi looked at Wang Si's happy look, smiled slightly, silently put away the paper on the table, and then sat outside the carriage and looked at the scenery. Zhou Liyuan had already taken over the task of driving the carriage from the coachman.

"Why, Wang Si's writing is finished?"

Seeing Wang Yi walking out of the carriage, Zhou Liyuan, who was driving the carriage, tilted his head and looked at Wang Yi leaning down there looking at the sky.

Wang Yi nodded gently and took out the words written by Wang Si from his arms, "I just started writing, so I can't be too strict."

Zhou Liyuan nodded in agreement, but was a little confused, "Why should I ask her to write her name first? Shouldn't it be the Hundred Family Names or the Three Character Classic?"

Wang Yi looked at the words in his hand and found that although Wang Si could write his name, the handwriting was really not satisfactory. The two words Wang Si written made Wang Yi a little sucked.

"If a person can't even write his own name when he reads, he doesn't have to read anymore. He first learns how to write his name before he is qualified to learn the principles of sages."

Wang Yi blocked the dazzling light. It was almost noon and the summer was not out of the way, and the sun was a little hot.

"I have always been curious. Brother Zhou did not take action at once, but I clearly felt that Brother Zhou's cultivation was not weak, so why was he assigned to Dajiang Town to be a secret spy?"

After hearing Wang Yi's words, Zhou Liyuan was slightly stunned and looked at the city of Chang'an, which was close to him. "Mr. Wang can express his questions to Liyuan today, which proves that Mr. Wang really regards Zen as a friend."

Zhou Liyuan patted his clothes and continued, "But I'm sorry, I can't tell the reason yet. I believe that's for the sake of Lord Wang."

Wang Yi looked at Zhou Liyuan meaningfully. Zhou Liyuan did not hide, and smiled slightly, then turned to look at the road ahead.

Thirty miles away from Chang'an City, Wang Yi met an old monk who was leading a donkey and wearing a golden monk's robe, walking near Wang Yi's carriage. He didn't know where the donkey was bought and could actually walk alongside the carriage.

The scorching sun, coupled with noon, if it were not for the cover of a carriage and the support of a kettle, the thirty-mile journey would be difficult for the escort agency and Wang Yi and others.

The old monk was kind-hearted and sat on the donkey with a Zen stick in one hand. He was also shaky. The old monk was also a mortal. Although he had good cultivation, he still couldn't escape everything in the world. This time he went on a trip, he didn't bring the disciple who liked to drink secretly. Now he missed him a little. If Zhishen was here, he wouldn't have no water to drink now. He was really old and had a little memory. He forgot to wear the second pot of water.

The old monk sat on the donkey and was shaking. Wang Yi glanced at the old monk and raised the kettle in his hand high, "Master, do you want some water to relieve the heat."

Jie Chen heard Wang Yi’s words in a daze, subconsciously pursed his dry lips, clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, thank you donor."

Wang Yi was not stingy, throwing out the kettle in his hand, Jie Chen reached out to take it, pouring the water from the kettle into his own kettle.

Wang Yi leaned against the carriage and saw Jie Chen's actions, he waved his hand quickly: "Master, just drink it, you don't need to do this."

After Jie Chen got the water, he threw the kettle to Wang Yi, and his satisfied look fell into Wang Yi's eyes. "The donor is merciful, so I can have water to drink, but I can't do it too much."

Wang Yi sighed slightly. It would be great if there were people like masters in the world. Wang Yi looked at the master's outfit as if he was coming from afar, and then said, "Master, you are going to enter Chang'an."

Jie Chen nodded slightly, "Someone wants to reason with me, but I also have a lot of truths to say. No one can convince anyone, but I still want to try it, so I come."

Although Wang Yi didn't know what Jie Chen was talking about, he was sure that the master was going to Chang'an City and wanted to let Jie Chen enter the carriage. At least these thirty miles were not exposed to the scorching sun.

"Master, please get into the carriage, the place inside is very large."

Jie Chen shook his head, declined Wang Yi's kindness, and pointed at the donkey beneath him, "I appreciate the kindness of the donor, but I can't bear to leave my old friend in the sun."

Wang Yi laughed, never thinking that the master was such an interesting person, so he stopped forcing him.

"I haven't asked for the master's name yet."

Jie Chen smiled and said, "I am a monk, Jie Chen."

Wang Yi sat upright in the carriage and saluted respectfully, "It turned out to be Master Jie Chen, who was indifferent to respect."

Zhou Liyuan, who was standing beside him, was the kind-hearted old monk in front of him who was one of the ten people in the world?

Unlike others, Wang Yi could see through people's aura. There was a rich golden light on the old monk's head. He looked like a monk who was enlightened, and not to mention that the aura and demeanor of ten such heavenly masters could not be imitated.

Jie Chen hangs the Zen Staff on the donkey, straight to the point

He said: "The donor's cultivation is quite good. At this age, only Li Taibai or Wang Mingyang, who turned to practice Tai Chi he created, can match him."

Wang Yi scratched his head when he heard Jie Chen's words. It turned out that the monks in the world could not only say Amitabha Buddha, but also sounded good to praise people.

“The master has been awarded.”

Jie Chen didn't think so and continued: "The donor's roots and bones are good, but they practiced a little late, but it doesn't matter. This body of cultivation is enough to support the donor to arrive at the Star Lord, and Li Chunfeng's skills back then."

Wang Yi was shocked by Jie Chen's secret status. Although he felt extremely shocked, his face was still very calm. "The master can see through it thoroughly."

Jie Chen sighed slightly, "Although the donor's cultivation is not bad, the practice requires a gradual cycle. The donor's cultivation is improved too quickly. Although I don't know what happened, the cultivation is too fast and some things add up, which causes the donor's mood to be a little unstable now, which is very dangerous."

"Cultivation is originally something that is not tolerated by heaven and earth. Now that the donor's mind is unstable, it will lead to a decline in the light, and at worst, it will become a demon, and the meridians will be abolished, and may have life worries."

Zhou Liyuan, who was driving a carriage, was even more scared by Jie Chen's words. He had been with Lord Wang for so many days but had not discovered Lord Wang's problems. As Jie Chen said, Lord Wang's problems are now and very big.

Wang Yi smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "What the master said is good, but now Wang Yi can no longer make up for it."

Jie Chen did not answer Wang Yi's question. After talking for a long time, he felt a little thirsty. Jie Chen drank some water from the kettle.

"The donor's cultivation is quite Taoist, because Li Chunfeng himself is from the Taoist lineage, which is not surprising. Although the donor's Confucian spirit is a bit dim, you can still see it carefully, but I lack the Buddhist lineage."

"The donor might as well try to get in touch with my Buddhist lineage. At that time, not only can the state of mind be compensated, but he will also step into the saint in one step, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone."

Wang Yi is somewhat of a low nature, "It's not easy to talk about what the master said, and I have very little contact with the Buddhist lineage."

Jie Chen lowered his eyebrows and said, "Don't be anxious or not. Buddhism emphasizes a method of fate, but it is not urgent."

Zhou Liyuan remembered something and hurriedly asked for a reminder, but was stopped by Wang Yi's eyes.

The abbot of Jingxin Temple clearly gave it to Wang Yi, but Wang Yi did not accept it. Instead, he handed it over to Wang Si in the carriage, which was equivalent to keeping the saint out.

How could Wang Yi not know Zhou Liyuan’s thoughts? Wang Yi didn’t say anything. He never regretted his original choice, at least not now.

Wang Yi raised the kettle in his hand, looked at Master Jie Chen and smiled, and then drank the water in the kettle.
Chapter completed!