"Of course you have some ability to dare to appear in this world." He said.

The rich man sighed with an expression: "It's not easy to hear your praise." He also said solemnly, "Since you are a monster that needs to be taken care of, why not get rid of it? What's more, they just discovered you."

Since danger is discovered, the other party may want to take action first or run away.

The wooden staff made a soft sound, and the monk looked back, turned around, flicked his sleeves, and stepped up the mountain road: "There is no need for me to take action, God will take care of it."

Dryads and monsters can exist, but he wants people to take them away, but ignore the ones that cannot exist? The rich man jumped down from the rock and asked, "What does it mean that it cannot exist?"

Monk Mu turned back again. At this time, he walked out of the shade of the tree and his face appeared in the sunlight. The dust on his face faded away, revealing his clean eyebrows. He pointed to the sky: "You can't see the sky."

The rich man looked up at the sky and laughed: "The sun is right here, how can we not see it?"

He looked at the two figures walking away on the road again. Everything was under the sky, how could it never see the sky?

"What will happen if it sees the light of day?" he asked.

"Will die."

The monk's voice came.

He would die if he saw the sun, so there was really no need for anyone to take action. Destiny was irresistible. The rich man looked back and saw that the monk was already walking up the mountain. He hurriedly swung his fat body and chased after him.

"Monk, are you really staying here with a Taoist priest? Be careful that the Buddha blames you."

"Buddha is in my heart, so how can he blame me for where I go?"

"It's hard to argue, but I can't argue with you."

"You are not as good as you are in terms of making money and running a family."

"Monk, it's not good to be so mean."

Accompanying the exchange of words, the two walked on the mountain road. When they entered the forest, they heard only sounds but no one. Gradually, the sounds of people were lost in the depth of the forest, and the mountains became pure.

.....

.....

The hustle and bustle behind him faded away, and no one was seen on the path under the scorching sun, only the soft footsteps of two people.

"Miss, where is in front of you?" The man lifted his hat and looked, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. Although he was walking step by step, he didn't seem to know where he was.

"Xiatun County." A voice came from under the umbrella.

The man looked a little surprised: "I'm in Xiatun County. I actually walked around and ended up here. It's not far from Jiangling Mansion. We can get home soon..."

Before he finished speaking, a shout came from under the umbrella: "Fang Er!"

The man who was called Fang Er immediately shut his mouth, a look of shame appeared on his face and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously looked up at the sky, seeing the scorching sun and clear sky, but whether it was an illusion or not, there seemed to be a faint sound of thunder coming.

The black oil umbrella in the woman's hand lowered a little further: "Let's go."

Fang Er raised his hand to press down the bamboo hat and followed the woman forward.

The two of them did not speak anymore and walked slowly and non-stop, taking paths through the wilderness, around villages and towns, from the scorching sun to the dusk of sunset. In the twilight, there was an old man walking slowly on the road leading a cow, sitting on it.

A handful of grass leaves danced in the child's hand.

Seeing the two people walking towards each other, the old man and the child both looked surprised. After all, it was not raining and there was no scorching sun. It was almost dusk and still holding umbrellas was very strange. And judging from the direction they were going...

The two people were about to pass each other, and the old man couldn't help but said: "Folks, where are you going? There are mountains in front of you, and it's dark and you can't walk."

The woman's footsteps did not stop, the umbrella in her hand was slightly raised, and there was a faint mountain in front of her in the dusk.

"Let's take a walk." She said, lowering the umbrella again.

Just take a walk?

The old man was startled as he watched the two people walking over. It was almost dark, so why should he just walk away? She was still a woman...

"Grandpa, grandpa." The child on the cow's back shouted in panic.

The grass in the child's hand has fallen, and his face is full of horror.

"Grandpa, that person, that person's face." He stammered, pointing at the two people walking away on the road.

What happened to that man's face? The man's face under the bamboo hat was ordinary and not scary at all. The old man was puzzled.

"The umbrella man's head and face were all wrapped in black cloth." The child made gestures on his face and his eyes widened. "Only the eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed."

Just now, the woman raised her umbrella a little, and the old man could not see it from behind. The child was sitting on the back of the cow and was beside him, so he saw it.

The customs of Great Xia were enlightened, and women could walk as freely as men. Those wealthy women would cover their faces when traveling to block the dust and sunlight to protect their beautiful faces.

This kind of wrapping of the head and face when there is no sunlight or dust is probably to protect the face, and it is a face that cannot be seen by others.

Either because of injury or because of being born ugly.

There was some sympathy on the old man's face, and his eyes fell on the woman holding the umbrella who was walking away. He didn't know what she had gone through. She sounded very young, so she had to be wrapped in a cloth to cover her up. She could only do it in the middle of the night.

It's pitiful to just walk around in a deserted place.

The woman didn't notice his pity, and walked non-stop towards the mountains that were gradually shrouded in night.

After several sunrises and sunsets, when the sky was bright again, the two people, whose clothes were stained with mud, and the black umbrellas in their hands and the bamboo hats on their heads were covered with dust, finally stopped and looked at a city in front of them.

In the early morning sunlight, the three characters "Jianglingfu" on it are clearly visible.

"Miss, we're here..." Fang Er took off his hat and tried his best to restrain himself. His excitement was still hard to conceal. He swallowed slightly when the words reached his lips, and finally only uttered one more word, "... it's time."

This time the woman did not stop him. Although the black umbrella was lowered and not raised, it was slightly nodded.

"We're home," she said.
Chapter completed!