The wind was cold and it was drizzling. There were very few people on the road, only two figures, one green and one yellow, were walking slowly. They were Lin Xiu and Jin Xin.
Lin Xiu did not know when he started to like wearing green robes. There were only three sets of clothes in his bag, and all of them were black robes. Green made him look more mature. Lin Xiu had been roaming the pugilistic world for a period of time, and he sighed with emotion in his heart. Choosing green must be a more mature expression.
As for Jin Xin, he was still the same. His light yellow robes were embroidered with copper coins, making people feel uncomfortable.
At this time, they were walking. A few days ago, because they could not bear to see an old farmer working hard in the fields alone, they gave the cart to the old farmer. This really made the old farmer, who had lived his whole life in the yellow soil with his back to the sky, feel deeply grateful. He held their hands for a long time, unwilling to let go.
Jin Xin also had a look of horror on his face. In the past, he had done many sneaky things, and every time, he would be humiliated by others. This time, however, he had been viciously thanked by the old man. He wasn't used to this, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was better to be a good person.
Without the ox cart, the speed of the two slowed down. Fortunately, Jing State City was not far away.
After walking for two days, they could see the majestic image of the big city in Jiangnan from afar. Thirty miles from the city gate, next to the courier station, there was a tea shed made of a few wooden planks and three sides were wrapped with linen cloth. Although it was simple and crude, it was a good place for those who were tired from the journey to have a good rest.
The owner of the tea house was an old man in his fifties. His face was bright red and he had a simple and honest smile on his face. A pair of large hands covered in calluses was skillfully grabbing a large handful of tea leaves from a wooden bucket. He then placed the tea leaves into a small teapot and added boiling water.
The fragrance of tea filled the air in an instant. It was refreshing and attracted the attention of passersby. They swallowed their saliva and moved closer to the small tea house. They took out a few copper coins from their pockets and slapped them on the greasy table. They said loudly, "Owner, give me a pot of tea. This damn weather is really cold, I need some hot water to warm up."
The boss grinned, revealing two front teeth. He put a rag on his shoulder and said, "Okay."
Lin Xiu and Jin Xin also sat at an empty table and ordered a pot of tea. Jin Xin waited for two bowls to be filled before picking up the bowl and downing it in one gulp. He then picked up the teapot and wanted another bowl.
Lin Xiu picked up the teacup and saw the thick tea stains at the bottom of the cup. He frowned and couldn't bring himself to drink.
The boss had good eyesight. He had just poured the tea on another table and happened to see this scene. He understood that this young man was probably the son of a rich family. It should be known that nowadays, young masters relied on their family's power. If they were unhappy, they would smash the teahouse. He couldn't afford to make this young master unhappy. His whole family depended on this small teahouse to make a living.
The boss hurriedly stepped forward with a smile on his face. "Little brother, do you think this cup is not clean? Do you want this old man to get you a cleaner one? "
Lin Xiu was a little embarrassed when he heard what the boss said. Although the Lin Family was not a wealthy and noble family, they did not have to worry about food and clothing. During this period of time, he had been roaming the underworld and naturally could not be compared to his previous life. But looking at this cup, he really did not dare to drink it.
Before Lin Xiu could answer, Jin Xin started to make a ruckus.
"I say, Brother Lin, you can't be so particular when roaming the underworld. This tea needs that kind of flavor. That cup in your hand has been used to make tea for decades. Only when you drink it can it be called comfortable. If you can't even get used to this, you can't be considered roaming the underworld. Don't you think so, old man? "
"Eh, yes, yes." Seeing that the fatty in front of him was defending him, the boss was very grateful.
Seeing that Lin Xiu's brows gradually relaxed, Jin Xin waved his hand and signaled the boss to go serve the other customers.
When the boss was far away, Jin Xin lowered his voice and said to Lin Xiu, "I say, Hero Lin, how can you roam the underworld like this. Can't a discerning person see that you're inexperienced at a glance?"
Lin Xiu also knew that he was wrong. He silently picked up the teacup and imitated Jin Xin and drank it in one gulp. Indeed, although this tea could not be compared to the top-grade teas he had drunk in Gui Yuan Sect, it had a unique taste.
Just as Lin Xiu filled the cup in front of him again, he suddenly heard a Buddha's name.
Lin Xiu looked up and didn't know when a monk in a tattered kasaya stood in front of him.
"Amitabha, two benefactors, this poor monk has been traveling for half a day and is indeed a little thirsty. I wonder if I can ask for a cup of tea?" The old monk placed his palms together and bowed slightly to the two.
"Master, please sit down, it's just a cup of tea." Lin Xiu smiled.
The old monk took the tea but was not in a hurry to drink it. He just lowered his head and looked at the tea leaves in the bowl.
After a long time, he asked, "Two benefactors, what do you think is the meaning of life?"
This time, it was Lin Xiu's turn to be silent. He was just a 16-year-old boy, how could he have thought about this question. But Jin Xin opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something.
"This son of a b * tch world, a human life is not as valuable as a dog's life. What is the point of living? Of course, it's to be free. "Jin Xin was a little angry.
The old monk sighed softly and looked at Jin Xin with a hint of pity, "Benefactor is different. Buddha said that all living beings are suffering and only by transcending can one be free. May I ask, in benefactor's opinion, how can one be free? "
Jin Xin laughed self-deprecatingly, "Of course, it's to kill the enemy and restore the glory of the family."
"Can I really be free like this?" The old monk asked in return. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "The people seek food and clothing, merchants pursue personal interests, officials hope for wealth, and emperors seek eternity. All living beings have their own desires. What a pity, silly boy, why can't you get over it? "
With that, the old monk stretched out his right hand, dipped it in the tea in the bowl, and drew the word "swastika" in the air.
Suddenly, the word "swastika" flashed and instantly entered Jin Xin's brow.
Just as Lin Xiu was about to get up, the old monk patted his shoulder and made him unable to move.
"Young benefactor, don't be anxious. This poor monk has no ill intentions. It's just that a long time ago, I made a promise with this fat benefactor's ancestor that if anything happens, I must keep him by my side. That's why I searched all over Tian Shui, hoping to bring him back to the temple and help him out of his predicament." The old monk had a gentle smile on his face.
At this moment, Lin Xiu's heart was filled with shock and fear. In terms of combat strength, ordinary warriors that had just entered the Harmonious Spirit realm were not his match. But in front of this old monk, he actually had no way to retaliate. Who exactly was this old monk?
"This poor monk will immediately bring this silly boy back to the temple. Young benefactor, it is fate that brought us together. Before we part, I have something to tell you." The old monk said seriously.
"Master, please speak."
"The journey of the army is ultimately shallow, the depth of the journey requires the Buddha mountain."
When the old monk was far away, Lin Xiu's back was already drenched in cold sweat. He racked his brains but could not understand what the old monk meant.
He paid for the tea in a hurry. The sky was getting dark and he had to quickly find an inn to stay in.
He was on his way again, but this time, he was alone.
After thinking about it, Jin Xin felt that it was better for him to follow the old monk. It was not good to always have the pressure of revenge in his heart.
With that thought, Lin Xiu felt much better and sped towards the Jing state city gates.
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