After Meng Ming and Yan Shu finished discussing the matter, they took their leave. He didn't go back to his house, thinking that he had been plagued by inexplicable scandals recently, and his family was also in a mess, and he couldn't go home in peace, so he was ready to go around. He doesn't ride in a car, so he wanders around and walks around with nothing to do. About half an hour of shopping, actually to the Great Xiangguo Temple, in fact, Meng Ming usually did not come to the Great Xiangguo Temple to play, in the previous life because Meng Ming was away on a business trip for more than ten years, the whole of China basically ran all over, what strange mountains and rivers, scenic spots have seen all over, so the lack of interest in travel has been lacking. Therefore, since the fight crossed over to the Great Song Dynasty, it has been in and out of those places: home, farm, Tokyo University Hall, Royal Military Academy, and then the court, including the Wenhui, I have only participated once. Therefore, although Meng Ming has frequent masterpieces and fame in Tokyo, few people know him.

Located in the southern part of Tokyo's Satojo, the most prosperous area at that time, and on the north bank of the Bianhe River, there is an important pier in front of the temple, and the transportation is convenient, coupled with the spacious site, it is the best location for the unique central market. This is a place where merchants gather and goods are distributed. According to the Song Dynasty Wang Lin's "Yanyi Conspiracy Record", it is recorded that "Tokyo Xiangguo Temple is also in the city of Naiwa." The monks' rooms are scattered, and the two atriums can accommodate 10,000 people. All business and travel transactions are all involved, and those who seek to sell goods and resell other things from all directions to Beijing will be from this. According to the Tokyo Menghualu, Xiangguoji Temple is open for people to trade five times a month, but the "History of the Lu", which is slightly different from this record, is recorded as eight times, whether it is five times or eight times, and the transactions in Xiangguoji Temple are completely in the nature of a "temple fair".

The market starts in front of the temple gate, where live animals such as birds, cats, and dogs are sold, and the second and third gates are all daily necessities, and although they are open-air stalls, they are all set up with colorful tents, which are very neat and orderly. People can buy daily necessities such as mats, curtains, toiletries, etc., ingredients such as fruits, preserved meat, and even saddle bridles, bows and swords, etc., which absolutely meet various needs, and can be described as "firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea".

Walking inside, the stalls close to the Buddha hall are fixed stalls that already have names, such as Wang Daoren Honey Frying, Zhao Wenxiu Pen and Pan Gemo, etc. Under the corridors on both sides of the main hall of the temple are the shops where the teachers and aunts of each temple sell embroidery, collar wipes, flowers, pearls, heads, hats, silk threads and other items. In front of the Zisheng Gate behind the Buddha Hall, it is a place where literati and ink writers love to go, selling books, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, as well as local products, spices and medicinal materials sold by retired officials from all over the country. The back porch is a stall for divination and fortune-telling.

The chef of Daxiangguo Temple has very good cooking skills, even if he encounters a large-scale fasting party, he will do a good job of three or five hundred servings of food and tea and fruits after a while. So the temple began to prepare meals for the stalls and shopping people to earn some "food money". In addition to Saikai, there are also restaurants in Sangokuji Temple, which are famous for their pork. Zhang Shunmin, a native of the Song Dynasty, mentioned at the beginning of his book "Painting Yuanlu" that Xiangguo Temple "burned Zhu Yuan", which probably means that there was a monk named Huiming who was very good at cooking at that time, especially good at roasting pork. Yang Danian, a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, often called friends to invite companions to eat this bite, and one day said to the great monk: "You are a monk who roasts pork, and the guests shout every day that it has a bad reputation." So Yang Danian chose homophony and gave a name for burning Zhu Yuan. Since then, everyone in Kyoto has changed their name to this one.

It is not only a place where businessmen from all over the world gather, but also a place where literati linger. This is because the Xiangguoji Market not only sells daily necessities, which makes the people happy, but also has many books, antiques, tablets and other humanistic items, which is a treasure place for literati and bachelors. "The two corridors of the main hall of Xiangguo Temple are the handwriting of the famous people of the country."

The above descriptions are all from the records of various literary and historical materials in later generations, and also refer to the scenes depicted in the Qingming Shanghe map, and more from the records of the Daxiangguo Temple in the "Tokyo Menghualu" of Elder Meng.

Meng Ming walked around until noon, and felt hungry, so he found a nearby food stall and picked up a few snacks: pork ears with sauce, yellow stewed chicken, fried belly shreds, lettuce shreds, asked for a pound of wine, and drank and enjoyed himself; Meng Ming saw this stall, there were still a lot of people who came to eat, the stall owner was an old woman, full of silver hair, but her body was tough, her spirit was strong, and her hands and feet were quite sharp. There is also a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl on the stall, who plays the role of running the hall, adding wine and serving food to diners, serving tea and pouring water, busy before and after, busy and busy. Meng Ming called the little lady over, asked her for a kettle, and brewed the tea by herself, completely ignoring the strange eyes of others, the little lady thanked again and again, I smiled and said to the little lady: "You don't have to be polite, it's just a gesture, and it is convenient for others, that is, for yourself." Most of the diners on the stall were moved by Meng Ming's words, and they also asked for the kettle to brew their own tea. The stall owner and the little lady both cast grateful glances at Meng Ming, and Meng Ming also nodded in response.

The people on the street are still there, crowded with people, and the stream is endless. Meng Ming was drunk at this time, a little in a trance, he looked at the people coming and going on the street, and still felt that he was still a lonely spectator, immersive, but he couldn't go deep into it. Isn't it real, in addition to the jade cicada, the father, sisters, wife and children in front of him have also become familiar strangers in his heart, obviously connected by blood but feeling distant and unreal, just like a movie clip played on the screen, only the jade cicada accompanied him to watch. In his previous life, Meng Ming wrote an essay describing his feelings, and he picked up a few paragraphs: "In the past, when I was away on a business trip, on the way to live, sometimes walking on the high-rise streets of a strange city, I would always feel the pressure coming to me from all directions, and my breathing would be much heavier." The dazzling, enchanting neon and pleasant, unique scenery that greeted me did not bring me pleasant happiness and unforgettable memories, but heavy blank and sad thoughts. The loneliness hidden deep in my heart may come from the tired struggle in a foreign land thousands of miles away, for survival, for responsibility, for many ideals and goals that even I can't fully understand. There is an invisible but always trailing force that pushes you forward actively or more helplessly, passively, so that you can't stop and pay attention to the foreign scenery that is bright enough to shine brightly. Probably my mind is also drifting. So I wilted my emotions and withered my heart. ”

At this time, Meng Ming was already drunk, he was drunk. In fact, he didn't drink much, and besides, the wine at this time was low-alcohol in the twenties, so it was because of his mood. He got drunk and found the little lady, asked her for a pen and paper, wrote a poem "Qingyu Case", signed his name, and staggered out. Leaving a crowd of drinkers around to watch the words, a scholar dressed as a scholar picked it up and read it: "

Ling Bo is only on Hengtang Road, but he sees and Fangchen goes. Who is the year of Jinsehua? Yueqiao Flower Courtyard, Zhuhu Window, only Spring Knowledge.

Feiyun is in the twilight, and the color pen has a new question to break the intestines. How much leisure is there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains. ”