While the two were whispering, the funeral procession of the Suo family had already passed in front of the gate, and someone had come to clean up the white banner barricade. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Feng Ling glanced back at the first coffin in his head, held back his feverish eyes, and nodded at the eight Sogdians wrapped in black robes on the side of the coffin, who were none other than the Venerable of the other eight clans of the nine surnames of Zhaowu.

Kang Dazhi was able to lead the nine large merchant groups during his lifetime, not only because of the title of Dasabao awarded by the imperial court, but also because the Kang father and son spared no effort to maintain the entire Sogdian ethnic group and never slackened, so that people could be convinced. Now that he has passed away, the Venerable of the other eight surnames spontaneously came to carry the coffin for him, and the road sacrifices continued all the way, which was a long way slower than the Suo team. In the end, it comforted Feng Ling's heart a lot.

Only on such an occasion, Fu Tanyan and Zhang Boyong want to avoid the suspicion of intimacy, it is not good to show their heads, one of the two sent Changshi to sacrifice, and the other sent the officials over, and the Suo family also had the same number of courtesies.

After the burial of the Kang family, no one came to pick up the original liquor shop for a while, so he had to close the liquor shop first, and then dispose of it after the new Da Sabao took office.

In three or two days, everything was closed, Feng Ling personally locked the door of the Kang Mansion, paused and walked out of Yongning Fang, and walked through the most tall and heroic Fang Gate in Dunhuang City, she sighed secretly, and she would probably not come to this Fang again in the future.

After a few days, the weather gradually passed into the cold winter. The cold wind that scrapes the bones, unlike the Turkic people who are now taught to be intimidated by the Tang Iron Cavalry, unstoppably crossed the Jinshan with the cold air, waded through the Doros River, and attacked the land of the Tang Dynasty without hesitation.

Feng Ling has been wilting and unable to lift up, and this day is to write a letter to the family, hide a lot of things in the west, and inform her grandmother. She gritted her teeth and wrote down Kang Dazhi's bad news, forcing herself to look back at those nightmarish things again. After writing the last word, she casually threw the pen tube far away, left the bookcase and leaned on the couch at the door of the pot, and ordered someone to keep the letter silent, and quickly sent it out of the post house, not wanting to take another look.

As soon as the person who sent the letter left, he heard Dafu whining twice outside, Feng Lingzhi knew that an acquaintance was visiting, and he recalled for no reason that whenever the Kang family came, Dafu would whine and jump like this, and his heart sank.

No one reported in the inner and outer courtyards, she didn't have time to get down from the pot door, the curtain on the door moved, and Qi Wei's figure came in with a cold wind.

Feng Ling hurriedly jumped down from the couch, put on his silk shoes, and saluted hastily: "Why did the captain come here at this time?" ”

Fu Tanyan looked at her face a few times, but saw that it was still not good, and even a pair of eyes were missing their luster, and then looked at the ink splashed on her bookcase, and Zihao Xiaokai was discarded on the ground at will.

"I just wrote a letter to my family." Feng Ling followed his gaze and glanced at the bookcase, "It's always inappropriate not to write, and I feel very angry when I write." ”

Fu Yanyan nodded, and slowly picked up the Zihao Xiaokai on the ground: "I knew it by heart, and I just wrote a report, and the more I wrote, the more depressed I became, so I simply came out and scattered." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the wind spirit: "Where do you want to go?" Hunting? Horse race? ”

At the mention of hunting, Feng Ling's heart moved, and a few traces of brilliance flashed in her eyes, but after a while, she sighed faintly: "That's it, there is no shortage of leather goods, so I won't make this evil for fun." Why don't you go to the Thousand Buddha Caves, I will add some lamp oil to the Buddha Caves of the Kang family. ”

Immediately, the wind spirit asked for a horse and wrapped a collar of hair. When the Buddha saw that she was willing to go out, he was also happy, and hurriedly went to prepare the horse and sent her out.

The New Year is approaching, but the whole Dunhuang City is depressed and overheated. Because they no longer avoid the Helu tribe, the people in the city have only witnessed the slaughter of the two large families in the city, and they are worried, and those who have doors are closed, and some people on the street only hurry by, and rarely laugh.

"They all complained that I didn't keep Dunhuang City in prison, so that their livelihood was not peaceful, and I was ashamed of the people of the city." The guilt of Fu Yanyan was undisguised: "Shicai still feels resentful and resentful when he writes a newspaper in Zhechong Mansion, and he has been guarding the city conscientiously for two years, but he can't resist He Lu's fluttering sentence to return to Tang, Suo and Kang's two families, and the people in the outer city, so many lives, in Helu's place, it is just that the subordinates are not strictly restrained, he is newly surrendered, and the court will never blame him for this......"

A person suddenly popped up on the side of the street, smiling and greeting Fu Yanyan. His greeting attracted the people around him to look over, and he added a few more greetings calling "Du Wei".

Feng Lingli stepped aside, glanced at the cold eyes that were flickering around him, and secretly slandered himself: The government soldiers rejected the enemy, and you should only take it for granted how many casualties there were, and now that Helu has broken the city, the previous hard work was in vain, in exchange for so many white eyes, when the city was stable earlier, why didn't you praise it?

It was easy to get out of the city, the avenue was unimpeded, the two turned over and got on the horse, and raised their whips towards the Thousand Buddha Cave. The wind spirit couldn't help but mutter, and wanted to complain a few times before he saw it, to show his grievances.

"If you want to go into battle to kill the enemy, hold on to the city, and risk your life, you can't retreat, but those things in the court are mixed in, but I can't do anything. Because I can't do it, I have harmed the innocent people of a city, and it is not my fault in the end. "I feel guilty about the delay on the horse.

Feng Ling stopped talking. What Fu Tanyan said was reasonable, but it was not the reason she agreed with. According to her, whether it is the people of Shazhou or Datang, he has already done his best, and whether he can defend Dunhuang City is no longer something he can do alone, so why should he bear the unreasonable responsibility at all.

In the cold winter wax moon, the merchants are extinct, and they are not in the day of Wangshuo, and the people who go out of the city to worship the Buddha are not seen, the avenue is silent all the way, and in the blink of an eye, the cliff edge full of dense turns and large caves is in front of you.

The two got off the horse in front of the Buddha cave of the Kang family, but saw a little novice dressed in a blue-gray monk's robe sweeping the dust in the cave, and the oil lamp in front of the Buddha was burning well, and everything was the same as before. The Wind Spirit let out a sigh of relief.

Xiao Shami heard the sound and looked back, but the wind spirit couldn't call his Dharma name, but he recognized the wind spirit, put down the broom and came forward to give a salute: "Captain Yandu, Gu Niangzi." ”

Seeing the astonishment on Feng Ling's face, he explained to himself: "Our temple has been worshiped by Kang Alang incense and lamp oil all the year round, and now that he has encountered this experience, there is nothing more that the temple can do." The abbot said that from now on, this cave will often be opened for the poor and helpless to worship the Buddha, and it will be taken care of by our temple on weekdays, and the tablet of the Kang family is also offered in it, so that it can be followed by the incense. ”

Feng Ling clasped his palms in front of his chest and thanked: "The bitter mages have a heart, and the little labor masters are bothered." ”

The little novice resigned again and again and helped them to lay incense in front of Kang's tablet. After the incident, Fengling thought about going to Fachang Temple to worship Master Xie Baku, and Xiao Shami smiled when he heard it: "Gu Niangzi really has some good fortune, the abbot was invited by Jincheng Solemn Zen Temple a few days ago to discuss the scriptures, and returned a few days after bringing a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures newly translated by Master Xuanzang. ”

Feng Ling's heart melted away for a few days, she looked at the Yan Yan, although he was silent, but he also had some yearning that could not escape the eyes of Feng Ling, and wanted to come to the place where the Buddha's light shines, although he is not a believer, or he can also be a little moved, this line of Fachang Temple seems to be indispensable. (To be continued.) )