92: Pear Planting, Immortal Fate, Swordsman
It's hot in July and the sun is scorching.
It is undoubtedly a very painful thing to drive in such weather.
There are no trees on both sides of Huangni Official Road, only a dilapidated thatched pavilion sitting alone on the roadside.
Great Qian control, there is one pavilion every ten miles, and one post every hundred miles. However, looking at the air leakage from all sides of the pavilion, it is obviously in disrepair.
When a dynasty is in trouble and a building is about to collapse, it usually begins with the rotten foundation.
At this time, the thatched pavilion was already crowded with people, including villagers who went to the city to go to the market; businessmen who were away from home and working hard; and scholars who were on study tours.
It was noon, the sun was scorching, and there was no way to go, so I had to hide here and wait for a while to survive the sun.
They were all suffering from unbearable heat, their mouths were dry, and they had almost drank all the water they carried.
At this time, someone came from the west road and sang as he walked. "Gods are changed by mortals, but they are afraid that mortal hearts are not strong. If a mortal heart asks questions and enters this door, he will ride a crane to the nine heavens from now on!"
But he was a tall, old Daoist, with white eyebrows and white beard, a red face, and a good-looking face.
He strode forward and came to the pavilion. He took a look and said, "Dear faithful believers, can you give way so that I can go in and hide?"
Seeing that it was a Daoist priest with good looks, everyone quickly squeezed in to make some space.
"Thank you all for your kindness."
The old Daoist said politely, stood in, looked up at the scorching sun hanging in the sky, and seemed to feel annoyed, so he reached out and took out something from his arms, wiped it with his sleeve, and then started eating.
It is a goose pear the size of a fist. When you bite it, the flesh is white and juicy, especially sweet and delicious.
Everyone in the pavilion was attracted. Looking up, many people couldn't help but began to swallow their saliva.
At the current season, this pear should not be ripe yet, but I don't know where I got the fruit.
And for ordinary people, fresh fruits are not easily available. Not to mention the current situation, if you can take a bite of pears and quench your thirst, I don't know how much enjoyment it will be.
The white-browed old Daoist ate the pear in his hand in one mouthful, leaving only a brownish-yellow pear in his palm. He looked around, smiled slightly, and chanted. "Evil will be rewarded with evil, and good will be rewarded with good. All good believers will give way to the poor today, and the poor will not be rewarded, so I invite everyone to eat pears."
After saying that, he leaned down, dug a small hole in the ground on the side of the road, planted the pear core in it, and then asked, "Which believer still has water? Borrow some."
There was a white-faced scholar in the crowd who couldn't restrain his curiosity. He took out a water bag and said, "Daoist Priest, there is still some water left here, please feel free to use it."
"Thank you."
The old Daoist Baimei took it and poured the water onto the place where the pears were planted.
The next moment, I saw a wisp of green buds sprouting from the soil. The green buds grew in the wind. After a while, they actually grew into a pear tree with lush branches and leaves.
Then the pear tree blossomed and bore fruit.
The fruits are abundant and clearly ripe.
Seeing this magical scene, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.
The white-faced scholar who offered the water was startled at first, and then he was overjoyed. He wondered if he had met an immortal family this time when he went out, and was about to have a chance encounter with an immortal?
The old Daoist Baimei stood under the tree, smiled and said, "Dear believers, the fruit of this tree is ripe, you can come and pick pears to relieve the heat."
Hearing this, everyone was about to rush out to pick pears to eat, when they heard a long laugh, "You can't eat these pears!"
The laughter is clear and clear, and when heard in the ears, it is like the long ringing of a bell, which suddenly suppresses some kind of turmoil and desire in the heart.
People were surprised, stopped immediately, and looked at each other, confused.
Speaking of which, after witnessing a series of dazzling performances by the old Daoist Bai Mei, they were involuntarily drawn in, their minds were influenced, and they thought wholeheartedly about eating pears.
Now that I have reacted and my mind is clear again, I feel scared secretly.
Especially for businessmen, they often have taboos when going out. For example, they cannot trust strangers, let alone eat strangers' food, and so on.
However, since the white-browed old Daoist appeared, he sang immortal poems and moved his hands and feet with an extraordinary and convincing demeanor.
Everyone looked at it and felt confused as they were trapped in the situation.
Until now I was awakened by someone's words.
The white-browed old Daoist's expression changed and he shouted, "Who is talking nonsense?"
Amidst the shouts and questions, a person who was sitting cross-legged in the pavilion slowly stood up.
He was wearing coarse cloth and a bamboo hat, his face could not be seen for a moment, and he carried an iron sword on his back. He looked like a down-and-out knight-errant swordsman.
The old Daoist with white eyebrows stared at him. "How do you say that I can't eat pears? If you don't explain clearly, I will not be able to spare you."
The knight-errant swordsman didn't say much, he simply stretched out his finger and pointed at the pear tree.
In an instant, the illusion was shattered. Where could there be any pear trees with lush leaves?
There was clearly only a piece of rotten wood standing on the ground. The rotten wood was forked, and pieces of pickled things were hung on the fork: smelly meat, rotten bones, dead rats----
The stench spread immediately and made people sick to smell it.
Seeing that Law Technique was exposed, the old man with white eyebrows stopped pretending and said angrily, "You dare to ruin my good deeds, you are seeking death!"
He pulled out a sharp knife and jumped in the air.
"Escape!"
When everyone saw this, they immediately dispersed. They no longer cared about the hot weather. They just hated their parents for losing two legs and ran out quickly to avoid being harmed by the fish in the pond.
The white-faced scholar was even more frightened. His body was already weak and his reflexes were not as good as others. He rolled and crawled and just fled outside the pavilion.
With a breath, something flew over and landed squarely in front of his eyes.
Isn't it the old man with white eyebrows who has a great head?
Under the inertia, the human skull rolled twice on the ground, and all the white eyebrows and white beard fell off.
It turned out to be fake and just stuck to my face.
Seeing this scene, the white-faced scholar was so frightened that his hands and feet were so weak that he sat down on the ground and kept shouting "Bitterness".
I originally thought that I would be lucky and meet a fairy, but I didn't expect that it would be such a bloody disaster.
He muttered for a while, and then struggled to stand up tremblingly. Looking back, he saw a man sitting alone in the pavilion, a corpse lying on the ground, and blood splattered on the ground, which gave people an extremely strong visual impact.
The white-faced scholar felt dizzy and almost fainted. Fortunately, he managed to hold on for a breath and finally stood still.
The villagers and merchants who had run out for a short distance also stood still and kept looking back.
It's not that I'm not afraid, but I'm reluctant to leave all kinds of luggage left in the pavilion.
Earlier, it was more important to escape than to care about foreign objects, so I left them all behind.
Now when they saw that the swordsman was so powerful, he killed the demon in a swift and swift manner. Everyone gradually felt relieved and wondered if they could go back and get the things.
For them, these luggage items are hard-earned and they are used to support their families. How can they give them up so easily?
The same goes for the white-faced scholar. His bookcase was left at the pavilion. It contained three books that were regarded as treasures and could not be lost.
"You guys come back."
The swordsman spoke in a flat tone, low and hoarse.
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, under the leadership of a few bold people, they all walked back cautiously and lined up outside the pavilion, not daring to go in.
Someone was secretly looking at the swordsman.
They gathered here, not in the same batch, but in sequence. In my impression, the swordsman had been there a long time ago, sitting cross-legged in the corner, looking very quiet.
Everyone didn't pay much attention to it. They were doing their own things, whispering to each other, and talking about other things. They never expected that there was such a person hidden in the crowd. Fortunately, they never offended each other.
The swordsman said calmly, "You go and bury the body."
After hearing the words, everyone hesitated for a while and had no choice but to act as ordered.
Speaking of which, if the other party hadn't taken action, I'm afraid they would have eaten the "pears" planted by the demon in a daze. By then, I don't know what a tragic end they would have ended up with.
So, if someone saves you, you should always do your part to help deal with the aftermath.
With more people and greater strength, it didn't take long for the pit to be dug and the body buried. Even the blood stains in the pavilion were cleaned up and covered with a new layer of loess. If you didn't know, you wouldn't be able to tell that a murder had occurred here.
During this period, the swordsman sat upright and said nothing.
After finishing the work, a bold merchant asked, "My hero, can we leave?"
The swordsman only answered with two words: "It's up to you."
Hearing this, everyone was relieved and hurried forward. Everyone took back their belongings and left as if running away.
Some people also bowed respectfully to the swordsman before leaving to express their gratitude for saving their lives.
Don't be surprised if you greet many people when you are away from home.
If the swordsman hadn't been so indifferent, some merchants would have wanted to come up and have a chat to see if they could make some friends.
After all, having the opportunity to meet powerful people is a great opportunity.
However, they couldn't figure out what the swordsman's temper was, and they were worried that they might say the wrong thing, so for the sake of safety, they decided to take a tactic.
In the end, only the white-faced scholar was left. It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but that he was frightened and seemed to have suffered from heatstroke. His head was dizzy, his legs were cramped, and he couldn't walk.
He is a scholar, with a fair face and no beard, but in fact he is no longer young. There are wrinkles on the corners of his eyebrows, and his face is sallow and thin. His eyes are not bad. That is because his family is poor and cannot light a lamp at night and cannot read at night, so his eyes are not damaged by fireworks.
I couldn't leave at this moment, so I had no choice but to share the same pavilion with the swordsman. My heart was in a state of trepidation and uneasiness.
"You're not leaving?"
The swordsman said, looking up, revealing an old and haggard face.
It is Chen Jin.
Suddenly seeing Chen Jin's appearance was unexpected. The scholar was startled and hurriedly said, "Let's go, I'll leave now----"
He had to struggle to get up.
The next moment, he was held down by a hand.
The scholar was horrified, wondering if he had seen the other person's true face and was going to be killed and silenced?
What should I do?