The official road is fifty miles away from Yongcheng.

The convoy raised dust.

When entering the Gansu-Shaanxi region, the surrounding scenery was less green mountains and green waters, and more yellow sand was more abundant.

The northwest you go, the closer you get to the border, the greater the wind and sand will be.

In the carriage, Wan Jiaojiao covered every gap in the window, and then carefully took the dust off the official documents, carefully sorted out the official documents before complaining: "It's really true that it's not raining anywhere else.

Even if it snows, it’s strange to have hail, but here it’s good, and it’s all over the world.”

"The bitter cold in the border is still good now, but there is a little more wind and sand. If you are unlucky and encounter a sandstorm, the sand will slap on people like swords and guns, and even eyes can't be opened. Not to mention humans, even camels

It is difficult to survive in a sandstorm, that is unlucky.”

Listening to Li Chen's words, Wan Jiaojiao was so scared that she stuck out her tongue and said, "Your Highness is blessed and you will definitely not encounter that dust storm."

Li Chen was about to speak, but he felt the carriage suddenly stop.

Before Li Chen could ask, Ogawako's voice came from outside.

"Your Highness, on the official road ahead, several monks are begging for alms."

Li Chen frowned when he heard this.

It is normal for monks to beg for alms, but which monk would run to this bitter and cold place in the northwest to beg for alms if he had a funny head?

It would be great if the people here could eat enough, and they would not have any extra money and food to support the monks.

"It just so happened that I was too tired to take the bus, so go and take a look."

After Li Chen got off the carriage, he saw the official road ahead. Sure enough, several monks were blocking the road to beg for alms.

The monks and five of them were all clean and tidy, which was much better than most people Li Chen had seen on the road.

A middle-aged monk in the lead is more like a chef than a monk.

He was holding a bowl at this time and was talking to the Jinyiwei in front of the convoy.

Li Chen walked over, and Xu Wei immediately took the Jinyiwei and asked to the side and said respectfully: "Young Master."

Li Chen ordered that he could not call his true identity when he went out, so it was reasonable to call him a young master.

Li Chen looked at the middle-aged monk in the lead, and the latter also looked at him with a smile. Li Chen said, "Is the mage begging for alms?"

"I am Juehui, this is a polite person."

The middle-aged monk gave Li Chen a bow and then replied: "The Buddha gave him the Dharma of fate, and he was very kind to beg for alms. I borrowed the treasure land to beg for alms. In fact, it was also to give the donor a chance to give and make a good relationship with the Buddha.

It is fate, marriage, and it also adds blessings to the donor."

Li Chen said lightly: "The world belongs to you Buddhism, and you are the most eloquent in Buddhism. You obviously want people to give alms, but you have to say that it is an opportunity to add blessings to others. In this way, I will give you food, clothing, money, and food.

Do you want to be grateful to you?”

When Li Chen was not polite, Juehui was not angry, and her smile was still like Maitreya. He said: "The donor still does not understand the Buddhist law of fate, so it is not surprising that there is such a misunderstanding. The so-called begging for alms is to transform and save.

Cause and condition, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi, and the eyes of sentient beings are like this...

Before Juehui could finish her words, Li Chen had already turned around and turned his head.
Chapter completed!