Yang Hao, who had nowhere to go, wandered around the street in a carriage for a while, and then slipped through the small Chang'an City.

Except for the civilians who were screaming and bowing, there was nothing meaningful at all, and Yang Hao was deeply bored.

The streets of Chang'an City, which runs through the north and south, have now been named Suzaku Street by Yang Hao.

And Suzaku, a legendary mythical beast, has appeared in this era, and is known as the messenger of the gods, and it is said that it can bring the soul of a person to the heavens after death.

The reason why it is called this name is that Yang Hao does not have any esoteric meaning, but just because it sounds good.

The carriage stopped on the side of Suzaku Street, Yang Hao looked at the direction of the crowd not far away, and he knew that it was the brothel he ordered to open.

He naturally knows the operation of the brothel, although he knows that this kind of industry is not very moral, but the army is full of men with strong blood, and if he doesn't find a channel for these guys to vent their desires, maybe they will make some things that people are angry about.

For the sake of public security in Chang'an City, the existence of brothels is conducive to social stability.

As for whether the situation of those women was miserable, he did not care.

Although these people have not done anything bad after being judged, since they have enjoyed it, they can only accept such a fate as the vanquished.

This principle also applies to him Yang Hao, if the Great Qi tribe perishes, his fate will be even more tragic than those women.

Yang Hao looked at the street for a while and said, "Let's go!" ”

"Chief, where are we going next?"

The coachman said respectfully.

Yang Hao thought for a moment.

"That old priest seems to be in the south of the city, just go there, it's been so long, but I forgot about him."

The coachman nodded, pulled the reins, and the carriage slowly drove in the direction of the south of the city.

The pestle trembled and got down from the warm kang, put on his clothes, and pushed open the door to the courtyard.

Imprisoned here, as a frustrated old man, it is a rare happy time to bask in the sun for a while in the afternoon.

The sun represents light and hope, and the old man closes his eyes and opens his arms, feeling the warmth of the sun like a believer, perhaps this will wash away the stain on his soul.

Outside the courtyard gate, there was a sound of horses' hooves clattering, accompanied by the sound of "Meet the leader", and the old man opened his eyes suddenly.

With a hint of hatred and a hint of loneliness, he looked at the closed courtyard door.

Crunch!

The wooden door of the confinement was pushed open, and the old man saw the enemy who had slaughtered his own people again.

Yang Hao also saw the old man sitting on the kneeling ground, the two looked at each other for a while, and Yang Hao smiled.

"Come and get some fur, the ground is cold, how can you let an old man sit here."

Hearing this, the soldier looked at the old man embarrassedly and took the order.

Yang Hao looked in the courtyard, dragged a piece of wood casually, and sat down without regard to the image.

"Priest of the pestle, you are still accustomed to being here these days, and the soldiers have ever been disrespectful to you."

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at Yang Hao deeply, and said, "Don't bother the leader of Laoqi, the old man is okay here." ”

Yang Hao heard the hatred in the old man's words, after all, he occupied other people's territory, and asked him if he was used to it, which was quite ironic.

smiled awkwardly: "During this time, I have been quite busy dealing with the big and small affairs of the clan, and I have neglected the old man, but it is not mine, I will apologize to you." ”

The pestle was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Yang Hao to apologize to the defeated of Yige, and after thinking about it for a while, he knew that Yang Hao must have asked him, but he didn't know what use he could have for Yang Hao, an old man who didn't have much time.

Communicate with ghosts and gods, sacrifice heaven and earth? He didn't believe it at all, he knew very well what was going on with ghosts and gods.

Although he has only seen Yang Hao twice, he has an intuition that the man in front of him will not be in awe of anyone or anything.

"Leader Qi, please speak up, what do you need the old man to do?"

At this time, the soldiers who had gone to get the furs returned.

Seeing this, Yang Hao took the blank, got up and said: "It's freezing this day, especially for the elderly, it's not good for the legs, let's sit on the fur and get warmer." ”

The pestle looked at the soft furs, and the color was a little gloomy, and he was silent for a while, and then went up.

Yang Hao smiled when he saw this: "I have heard for a long time, the sacrifices of all ethnic groups are people who can communicate with the gods through the past and the present, and they have the art of resurrecting the dead. ”

The pestle was shriveled cheeks, and the muscles twitched slightly.

"Leader Qi, do you believe these?"

The two squinted at each other for a while, and then Yang Hao laughed.

After laughing for a while, Yang Hao stopped.

"Why is Leader Qi laughing?"

Mortar's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yang Hao said: "People in the world often worship God and worship God, but although you have thought that the great priest closest to the god does not worship God? ”

Pestle said in a deep voice: "The gods naturally exist, but the world is stupid and can't feel the gods, our priests are just slaves of the gods, the world is stupid, it will always anger the gods, all I can do is to calm the anger of the gods." ”

"Maybe!"

Yang Hao was noncommittal.

After a pause, he said: "I don't agree with what the priest said about the stupidity of the world, if the world is stupid, in ancient times, the ancestors drank blood and were no different from wild beasts, just like those uncivilized savages, why do the tribes become like this now, and ask the priest to solve the puzzle." ”

Pestle looked at Yang Hao and sneered: "The gods are just guiding, there will be chosen people in every era, such as Suiren and Xuanyuan, they are all the incarnations of the gods in the world, guiding the world in the right direction." ”

Yang Hao was not surprised by this answer, nodded and said: "Even if they are divine envoys, how can one or two people create today's glory, but they are divine envoys, why would they let the world be sacrificed to the gods, if the purpose of the gods to create people is death, then what is the point of creating us, is it just to let us experience the pain of the world?"

It is often said that after death, the soul returns to heaven and earth, and then it can enjoy reaching the other side of the sky, and there is no longer the suffering of hunger, war, and slavery, so why don't the gods enjoy these things while the world is alive. ”

Pestle looked at Yang Hao in shock, he couldn't imagine how disrespectful a person was to the gods before he could still say such a rebellious thing without fear.

Bowing to the sky, as if chanting a mantra, he said a bunch of words that Yang Hao didn't understand, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, trying to calm himself.

"Isn't the leader of Qi afraid of calamity when he questions the intentions of the gods so much?"