(Chapter 3: Around 3 AM. Chapter 4 Try to Get There Before Six in the Morning
Although Dunhuang City was built on desolate yellow sand, because it was unique within a radius of a hundred li, it was worthy of being called a city of living water. There were many merchants coming in and out of the city frequently. There were no less than five to six thousand people coming and going every day. In addition, there was the holy land of Buddhism outside the city, Caiji Buddha Cave. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, believers would go out of the city to burn incense. It was a grand scene that filled the city. Today was the last fifteenth day of the late spring season. If it was in the past, the main road of the South Gate would be densely packed, but today there were surprisingly few people. There were only a few hundred devout pilgrims, and none of them had brought their families with them. On both sides of the street, there were peddlers who had woken up early to shout, selling scallion pancakes, snacks, and some coarse yellow incense paper.
The Yuwen family, which was second to none in Dunhuang City, was blind enough to run away from marriage and elope with him. The Yuwen family, which was one of the wealthiest families in Dunhuang City, was magnanimous and did not pursue the matter. The beautiful woman, who was so stubborn, really did marry this out-of-the-way scholar. Her father, who was almost fuming with anger, was worried about his daughter. He was afraid that she would suffer hardships, so he secretly gave her a lot of dowry. Unexpectedly, this man was rather useless. He was talented, but he was not capable of making a name for himself. Moreover, he was neither high nor low. The big restaurant was turned into a wine shop, and in the end, it became a small wine shop. The woman was disheartened. Finally, the onlookers felt very satisfied and left him. She remarried to the Duanmu family, who was well-matched in social status. The husband and wife were very happy. That Young Master Duanmu, who had a beautiful woman in his arms, even came to the wine shop to drink. He did not bring any servants or maids with him. He was gentle and refined, showing the elegance of a scholar. It was said that he only said a few words of courtesy, saying that he had heard the wine shop man's poetry before and was very impressed by him. The woman was disheartened. Finally, the onlookers felt very satisfied and left him. She remarried to the Duanmu family, who was well-matched in social status. The husband and wife were very happy. That Young Master Duanmu, who was sitting on a beautiful woman, even came to the wine shop to drink. He did not bring any servants or maids with him. He was gentle and refined, showing the elegance of a scholar. It was said that he only said a few words of courtesy, saying that he had heard the wine shop man's poetry before and was very impressed. The woman was disheartened. Finally, the onlookers felt very satisfied and left him. She remarried to the Duanmu family, who was well-matched in social status. Later on, the woman would occasionally burn incense and enter the city of Dunhuang, but she would always ride a splendid carriage with four golden horses. Busybodies had never seen her lift the curtain to look at her former lover, who was in dire straits. Presumably, she was really heartbroken.
The man who came here to freeload the food stepped on a chair, finished a bowl of porridge, and then handed another bowl over. Everyone says that people who eat other people's mouths are soft, but this guy casually lectured him, "Xu Pu, it's not that I want to criticize you, but if you sold incense here, you would have made a lot of money already. Hey, when the time comes, I'll go burn incense and pray to Buddha, and I'll get a lot of money. When Bodhisattva sees my sincerity, I guarantee that all my wishes will come true. When I'm rich, won't it be easier for me to support you? "
The middle-aged man with a tranquil expression took the big white bowl and filled a bowl of porridge for this one of his few friends. He shook his head and said, "Three incense sticks are enough. To worship Buddha, Dharma, and Buddhist monks, the amount of incense doesn't matter."
The sloppy man who took the white bowl glared at him and said, "You're so inflexible and reasonable. Your wife left because she was angry at you. Look at you, you have a silly woman who doesn't want rouge, face powder, and exotic delicacies, but is willing to suffer with you in the cold, in the sun, and in the cold, together with you. You don't know how to cherish her, and you don't know how to make progress. You deserve to be laughed at and poked at behind your back!"
The man took a stool and sat at the door. He looked at the slightly deserted street and frowned. The sturdy man behind him was still nagging, "If it weren't for the fact that my father received your prescription to save his life, he wouldn't be willing to suffer with you. You say, since you know some medical skills, it's good to be a half-baked doctor under the guise of practicing medicine to help the world. There's a shortage of doctors in Dunhuang, and a lot of people are willing to be cheated, as long as you don't treat people to death. Hey, I'm talking to you, Xu Pu. In any case, you should at least say a few words. Fine, I don't have anything to say to a taciturn person like you. Let's go, let's go. I'll take care of those wild ducks I hunted. "
Fair-Weather friends were particular about not exposing scars and not slapping faces. More icing on the cake, less providing charcoal in snowy weather. It could be seen that this person was either heartless or really treated the shabby wine shop owner as a friend. The middle-aged man suddenly asked, "Why are there so few people going out of the city to burn incense today?"
Let me tell you, the Giant Immortal Palace is restless today. After the battle with the Great Demon Luo Yang, the old city lord has already passed away and ascended to immortality. This is a fact that even a three-year-old child knows. Now it's obvious that there's a rebellion. I'm afraid only that little girl doesn't know about it. There's news that the five hundred Golden Guards in the Mao family's hands outside the city are about to kill their way into the city and go straight to the Purple Gold Palace to drag that little girl down from the dragon throne. I think there's an eighty to ninety percent chance that this matter will succeed. A little girl in her twenties is the city lord of Dunhuang. If word gets out, it's a disgrace. "
The man asked, "Aren't there five hundred Golden Guards stationed outside the city?"
The hunter was unwilling to answer this kind of childish question. He really couldn't hold back his words, so he said, "Do you think those Mao family, Duanmu Yuwen, and the other clans are all blockheads? Even if you use your butt to think, you can know that these guys must have spent money to send women to the officials. Among those five hundred riders, there must be a lot of guys who are not of the same mind as the palace. In addition, the five hundred riders outside are going to kill their way into the city. Even a small commoner like me knows that I can't stop them. However, these are all tricks of the big shots. If they die, they die. Those who are born rich and have nothing to do with us. Just wait and see. Before long, there will definitely be Golden Guards rushing into the city. "
The middle-aged man sank into deep thought and prepared to close the shop. The hunter stepped out of the door with a gratified expression. "Xu Pu, this time you finally have some brains. You know to close the door and watch the fun."
The man smiled and didn't say anything. Only after the hunter had walked far away did he whisper, "Join in the fun."
He saw that not long after the hunter ran back with many pilgrims in a sorry state. Only then did he close the last door. The hunter ran until he was out of breath. He hurriedly said, "Why haven't you hidden yet? Quick, quick, quick, come in. Let me hide for a while. His mother, there's a young man whose head was kicked by a donkey. He's blocking the city gate. It seems like he wants to fight the five hundred riders head-on.
He's crazy. "" How many? "the man asked.
The hunter cursed, "That young man is courting death! Just one! "
The man who had already taken a step forward thought for a moment and asked, "Is he going to use a saber or a sword?"
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