A huge and prosperous city appeared in front of several people, carved with two big characters of Los Angeles, which was majestic and majestic.

Looking at this city, the roads are spacious and full of traffic, just looking at it, it gives people a sense of prosperity and atmosphere, countless vendors walk the streets and alleys, seemingly chaotic but orderly, giving people a warm feeling.

On the streets, from time to time, there are city guards patrolling to maintain order.

"Let's go, go in and have a look!"

A young man, a monk and an old man stood outside the city, looking at the city, and their hearts seemed to be much more heroic.

These people are none other than Li Jihuang who has experienced the customs of the Tang Dynasty all the way.

They came from a small frontier town, crossed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, passed many cities, places of interest and historic sites along the way, and also saw the peculiar customs and characteristics of this land.

In the eastern realm of Lijing, it seems that the imperial dynasty is the most powerful force in the world, enveloping everyone, whether it is a high-ranking celebrity or an old peasant facing the loess with his back to the sky, he must be in awe of the imperial power.

And the monks in this territory are not as lofty and uninhibited as Li Jihuang has ever seen, but more like chivalrous warriors in the rivers and lakes, free and uninhibited on the surface, but in fact they are under the jurisdiction of the government.

Whether it is a loose cultivator or a family of sects, they must all be registered in the government, if there is no token, there will be no such good treatment after the incident, and they will even be treated as anti-thieves and enemy parties, and if they are not careful, they will be killed.

The official government in the Tang Dynasty is very authoritative.

The imperial court not only attracted a large number of families and sect monks to cooperate, but also recruited many monks from scattered cultivation and famous mountains and rivers to sit on one side.

Therefore, even if they are monks with cultivation, most of the time they do not dare to break out into cultivation and oppress ordinary people, but live honestly.

Of course, most of the people who were qualified to cultivate joined the Tang Dynasty and gained high status and power, which was also the reason why no monk dared to rebel.

And the officials of this place, even ordinary people, can be high-ranking officials, and they have to meet when they see the overhaul.

The system here surprised Li Jihuang.

It was the first time he had encountered a place where the imperial power was so authoritative that countless monks could not raise their heads.

Of course, he came here for a tour, so naturally he would not cause trouble.

The moment they arrived in the small border town, Li Jihuang went to the official mansion to register and obtained a token, which is also the reason why they were able to pass without being checked all the way.

If ordinary people don't have access documents, certificates, etc., I'm afraid they won't be able to go far, and monks need tokens to prove their identity.

"Chang'an City, go in and have a look!"

Li Jihuang whispered, and walked towards the city, for them to have such an obvious outsider temperament, they were naturally checked for identity.

After a dozen breaths, the guards didn't bother them and let them go.

"Let's find a place to settle down and wander around the city!"

After entering the city, no one paid attention to them, and the streets and alleys were bustling with prosperity.

After Li Jihuang casually found a place to live in the inn in the west of the city, he ran out with the old monk, intending to see the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty capital.

Walking on the street, Li Jihuang was always surprised in his eyes.

It was not that he had never seen a prosperous and huge city, but it was the first time he had seen a place like this where there were only human organizations and the supremacy of imperial power, especially after arriving in the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

On the street, a mortal official was surrounded by many people in gorgeous robes, and many people hurriedly got out of the way when they saw it, even the monks with high cultivation.

In some restaurants, there are also monks with profound cultivation wearing cloth clothes, sleeping on the table drunk, and some have been kicked out of the store because they have no money for drinking.

Such a strange scene made Li Jihuang a little stunned, and he also felt very interesting.

The status of this mortal and a monk seemed to be a polarization, but under the control of the powerful imperial court, it did not collapse, and even made people accustomed to it, which made him feel a little new.

Suddenly, there was a noise in front of him, and many scholars were chatting excitedly around a building, which attracted his attention.

"Little brother, it seems that there is some kind of poetry meeting in front of you, do you want to go and see it?"

The old monk was also a little excited, and since he had regained his old personality, he had become very smug and interested in everything.

"Poetry, okay, you can go and see it!"

Li Jihuang frowned and thought for a while, slowly relaxed, and walked over with a smile.

In this Tang Dynasty, the status of scholars is also not low, and they are the same status as monks.

The scholars in the Tang Dynasty are the people who are elected by the family, or the talents recommended by some local forces and book clubs, and most of them will get an official and a half position after being reviewed and tested by the government.

In this era, the Tang Dynasty occupies a vast territory, with countless people under its command, and it is naturally important for scholars to be able to govern the country and level the world.

Not far away, is there a poetry meeting held by readers?

This did catch his attention, and he had seen poetry meetings in the cities along the way, but none of them were as grand as this place.

Li Jihuang looked slightly, and he could see that there was a loud discussion and commotion in a towering wall, and from time to time there were cheers, and there was even the sound of silk and bamboo, which was addictive.

Perhaps what qualifications are required to enter the poetry club, many scholars have been blocked out, even some young people who look extraordinary and richly dressed are helplessly standing outside the door, stretching their necks to look inside.

Obviously, the threshold for this kind of poetry will be extremely high, even those with status can't enter, they can only stare there.

"Let's go, let's go and see!"

Li Jihuang smiled and walked forward with his head held high, with an elegant and gentle aura on his body, like a famous master, which made people feel happy and surrendered.

The momentum exuded from his body did not even stop the subordinates guarding the door, but gave way to a way, as if it was natural for him to go in.

"Thank you!"

Li Jihuang smiled kindly and hugged his fists at a few people, shook the landscape painting fan and walked in with a smile, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

On the contrary, the old monk on the side did not have this kind of treatment.

"Stop, no one else is allowed to enter!"

Suddenly, a kind subordinate suddenly became fierce and vicious, looked at the monk with a sneer and disdain, and said contemptuously: "Why doesn't the monk go to your fate, what are you doing here?"

"I.... Amitabha, the Buddha is with him!"

The old monk was obviously a little stunned, he obviously walked in with Li Jihuang, why did these people stop him instead of the other party?

"Sorry, I didn't see it!"

The leader was arrogant, looking up at the old monk, the angry old monk was furious, rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "I'll let you see it well today!"

"Oh, let me see clearly?"

The man sneered, clapped his palms, and a group of burly men walked out behind him, several of whom were cultivators in the Scattered Immortal Realm, which made the old monk suddenly stunned and looked at Li Jihuang with eyes for help.

"Look at you, I'm sure you can get in!"

Li Jihuang also felt a little funny in his heart, but he pretended to be serious and gave the other party a helpless look.

"What conditions do I need to go in?"

The old monk looked at the man pitifully, completely lacking the arrogance he had before.

"It's simple, see the plum blossoms in the corner, as long as you can make a stunning poem, my master will let you in after agreeing!"

The subordinate sneered constantly, looked at the old monk for a while, and sneered: "I look at your appearance, maybe you will chant and meditate, but I don't need to spend the soul here, you are in the wrong place monk!"

"Hahaha!"

...

This ridicule caused bursts of laughter, and many people even laughed from ear to ear, and the angry old monk's face turned pale, and he said with a big grin: "A few guys who look down on people with dog eyes, bring pen and ink, let me tell you, what is called poetry!"

"Come on, the four treasures of the above room, if this guy is here to make trouble, throw me into the river!"

The subordinate was also disdainful, not believing that this seemingly ordinary old monk would know how to compose poetry!

For a while, many scholars around also gathered around to see what kind of poems the monk would make.

To be honest, it will be even more difficult for the readers present to write a poem with plum blossoms to make a poem that amazes the audience and is recognized by the people in the poetry club.

The owner of this place has a noble status, and without this talent and qualifications, even if the prince comes, he will be kicked out, which is why they dare not go in outside.

The old monk ignored the others, grabbed the brush and pondered in place, and after a while, he sneered and began to sharpen the ink.

Frowning for a moment, he began to put pen to paper, writing two large and powerful words on the paper.

"Plum blossoms?"

Many well-educated people shook their heads slightly after seeing this title.

There are many poems praising plum blossoms in the world, but most of the titles are novel and shocking, and at a glance you can see that they are not ordinary works, but this monk casually wrote two words on it? Even if it is a poem with plum blossoms, it is not perfunctory to this point, right?

"Where can this person compose poetry? Vulgar to the extreme!"

"Look, dare to play tricks, this monk will be thrown into the Huaijiang River later!"

"Hahaha, watch him being thrown into the river!"

......

Many scholars did not hesitate to ridicule and laugh, and the old monk chuckled lightly and scolded with laughter: "The frog at the bottom of the well!"

"Bastard, who are you talking about!"

Some people glared at him unhappily, and some people also stood in front of him with a sneer, disdainfully: "If you can make any good work, I will eat these papers on the spot!"

"You don't deserve it!"

In the annoyed eyes of everyone, the old monk smiled disdainfully, and his big hand quickly wrote on the paper.