"As long as a shameless vixen comes to seduce you, I'll take care of her!"
"That's a bit difficult … … Wife, do it now."
"Boast, boast all you want! Do you see who recognized you now? Also, those women who are still thinking about you are already old. I don't care about them! "
"Wife, you don't care about them, but you care about them. You might as well not care about them. "
"Are you looking for a beating?"
"… …"
"There are really people in this world who believe that eating your flesh can make them immortal?"
"Ah."
"If one's heart is not sincere, what is the use of fasting for sixty years? If one's heart is not good, what is the use of becoming a monk for a hundred years? In my opinion, rather than burning incense and praying to the gods and Buddhas, it is better to accumulate fortune and become a Bodhisattva. "
"Hm? Wife, you also went to listen to Abbot Hui Xin's sermon? Don't you like to listen to that? "
"Hmph! At the time, I went to borrow money from the old abbot. The old monk clearly has money, but he said he doesn't have money. He just nagged me about this! It's not right for a monk to not talk nonsense! "
"Ha, Wife, Abbot Hui Xin was not lying when he said he doesn't have money. Those silvers, in his eyes, are the bricks of the temple, the pages of the Buddhist scriptures … …"
"Oh? Didn't you have that stupid Nanbei secretly hide those silvers with the old abbot? "
"Haha, Wife, look, look, there are so many people in Great Peace City."
"I miss our family's Lizi, and Nanbei."
"I miss them too."
"Hey, hey, the two men looking at you, who are they? Other than that guy Huang Longshi, is there another man who wants to steal my man? Be careful, go and find me a brick! Are you looking for a beating?! "
"Uh, one is His Majesty the Emperor, the other is called Yuan Benxi."
"Then I'm going to buy rouge … …"
"I'm going to borrow some silver from them?"
"I'm not stupid. I can not return the money I borrowed from the old abbot, but if I borrow from them, can I not return it?"
"That's right."
The two people in front put their hands together. While they did not believe in Buddhism, they still bowed to this white-robed monk who had once traveled thousands of miles to the west.
But this white-robed monk turned and smiled at his wife's leaving figure.
— —
Nanzhao's Huai Province was not peaceful. Along the way, one's eyes were filled with fleeing commoners, collapsed wooden beams, and piles of black gravel that looked like grave mounds. The Ancient Wooden Merchant Road on the river where the five streams intersected was not as bustling as it used to be. Not a single boat could be seen at the dock.
A young monk and a young girl were standing by the river at the ferry. The young girl was lying on her stomach on the ground. She stuck her head out of the water and used the clear water as a mirror. She was carefully smoothing out the messy black hair on her forehead and temples.
The exhausted girl sat up and patted the dust in front of her. She said helplessly, "Stupid Nanbei, those refugees don't even have enough to eat. What's the use of preaching to them? You won't be able to fill your stomach. "
"Master said that the will arose from fate …"
"Stop, stop. Listening to you preach makes me hungry. If you keep nagging, I'll really starve to death."
"Oh. I'll go find food for you! "
Strange words suddenly came from behind the young monk and the girl. The girl turned her head and frowned. It was a group of sloppy local ruffians. There were as many as thirty of them. Their bodies were strong, and most of them wore animal skins on their shoulders. They were clearly much more courageous and powerful than ordinary wanderers. They were probably the so-called Barbarians of Wuxi in Jianghu. The girl stood up and tugged at the young monk's cassock cuff. Her eyes indicated that he could not afford to offend them. In the past, she would not have been so easy to talk to when she traveled Jianghu. When it came to fighting and beating people, she was still so-so. But after bringing along Stupid Nanbei with her, she rarely caused trouble. The Barbarians of Wuxi kept spewing obscenities, but the two of them were foreigners and could not understand the awkward dialect. However, the barbarians' eyes said everything. They had taken a fancy to the girl beside the young monk. Because of the Battle for the River in Huangmu, the Wuxi region in Huai Province had been affected by the flames of war. Furthermore, the Liyang court had never been able to control Nanzhao well. Some of the powers had often taken advantage of the merchants of the Central Plains to rob them. Many of the villages and shops had been swept clean. This could be considered fortunate. Losing money could still avert disaster, but many people had lost their lives.
The girl said softly, "Let's jump into the stream."
The young monk shook his head and said, "Aren't you hungry? How can you have the strength to swim?"
The girl was so angry that she wanted to knock this idiot's head, but the young monk had already walked forward alone. He put his palms together and blocked the way.
A barbarian from the Five Streams Tribe strode forward and gave this little bald donkey who was courting death a punch on the head. After that, he took a few steps back and shook his wrist, only to feel a sharp pain. Then, he turned his head and babbled on and on.
The next Barbarian of Wuxi laughed nastily and jogged. He jumped high and kicked the strange young monk in the chest.
The young monk's body swayed slightly, but his expression was still calm.
The Barbarians of Wuxi were clearly shocked. A few of them began to draw their sharp and shiny scimitars.
The girl was about to pull the young monk into the stream when the young monk turned his head and grinned. He shook his bald head, his eyes firm.
The young monk turned around again. He chanted silently and stretched his palms apart by a foot. Then, he suddenly put his palms together.
The Barbarians of Wuxi were stunned. They mistakenly thought that they had hit an iron plate. However, after waiting for a while and seeing that there was no movement around them, they laughed loudly. One of the swordsmen tapped his shoulder with the back of his scimitar and walked over with a sinister smile.
The young monk's kasaya fluttered unsteadily.
"My Buddha Tathagata."
In the tranquil stream, a violent wave suddenly rose without warning.
A ferocious Azure Dragon formed by the stream took the shape of a heavenly king spreading his whiskers! It lowered its head and roared at the Barbarians of Wuxi like thunder!
Everyone was scared out of their wits.
The girl, who had not bought a box of rouge since leaving home, sat on the edge of the ferry. She was not surprised. Instead, she looked gloomy.
The young monk scratched his head and squatted beside the girl. After mumbling for a long time, he finally spoke.
"Lizi, I'm just a monk. I don't know anything except chanting scriptures."
"Do you have to become a Buddha by chanting scriptures?! Who cares about your Sarira?! "
"Lizi, are you hungry? Do you want me to go beg alms for you? "
"…"
"Lizi?"
"…"
"Lizi?"
"…"
The young monk sighed and looked into the distance with his hands on his cheeks.
The girl, who had her back to the young monk, raised her sleeve and wiped her face.
— —
A team of 100 elite light cavalry escorted by a carriage had already seen the boundary marker of Youzhou. They were just a few steps away from Beiliang Road.
A senior eunuch of the Directorate of Credentials was sitting in the carriage with a bright yellow curtain. He was holding a golden lacquer box that he did not dare to leave his hand when he slept. Inside the box was the imperial edict granted by the Liyang imperial court to Beiliang.
The closer the old eunuch got to Beiliang, the more his eyelids twitched. He kept telling himself that he would be satisfied as long as he set foot in Beiliang's territory. Even if he died on the way, he would at least be able to bring the imperial edict to Beiliang. But in the end, he still felt lucky. After thinking about it, he still didn't think that the young king would dare to send assassins or refuse the imperial edict.
Then the carriage suddenly stopped. The old eunuch of the Directorate of Credentials felt something unusual. He lifted the curtain and his heart sank.
Near the boundary marker of Youzhou, there were countless cavalries that stretched to the end of the posthouse road.
After the spring equinox in the first year of Xiangfu, the carriage escorting the imperial edict was driven 300 miles away by 2,000 Beiliang cavalries before they could enter Beiliang.
At the same time, there were 8,000 cavalries in Zhulou Military Town in Riverside Prefecture and 6,000 cavalries in Ironfrost City in Riverside Prefecture.
The imperial edict was not allowed to enter Beiliang.
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