On the night when Xi Yin entered the palace, the Han family, who was rescued by Xi Yin during the day, surrounded the small courtyard with a group of uninvited guests.

The little girl who rushed to save her father during the day went to the doctor's house next door to get medicine and escaped the disaster. When she heard the screams of her family, she was about to cry for help, but she was hit on the neck.

"Jiang Zhi doll, the old man also wants to save your family, but the old man can't die with his children and grandchildren. Tomorrow you will go out of the city, and the farther you go, the better, and the old man will have to go. Jiang Zhi didn't say a word after waking up, just kowtowed a few times to the old man who kept apologizing, and then left with the herbs.

Most of the people living in the rotten alleys are Han Chinese, and no one will open the door before dawn, and no one will be bored enough to report to the official. It's useless to report to the official, maybe the person who reported the official will also suffer, how many Han people have the Jurchens killed, and how many have paid for their lives?

Jiang Zhi's broken straw shoes rubbed on the ground, and the sound was very small, and the insects were louder than this. It was only a few dozen steps away, but Jiang Zhi seemed to have exhausted all his strength and could continue to move forward by holding on to the wall.

The door of the Jiang family is the most ordinary wooden door, which has been split into pieces by an axe. The level of the arson is not enough, only the two grass houses are burning, and the main house has not been ignited, but it is fast.

His own big iron pot was propped up in the open space of the yard, and the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar that he used to save on weekdays were scattered all over the place. Her own firewood was still burning under the cauldron, and next to the crackling fire was a pile of bones, Jiang Zhi didn't look at what was cooking in the pot, and she would rather never smell the fragrance from the pot.

I didn't see my two little brothers, where did they go? Should have run away, right? It must be like this, his two younger brothers have always been smart, and they must have hidden and run away early.

Jiang Zhi entered the main room, first cleaned up the blood stains on her mother's body, and then wrapped her mother's body in a tattered quilt.

Jiang Zhi dragged his mother's body to the main room, and then spliced his father's body together, which was strange and ugly. The bones of the outer courtyard were also packed up and placed next to the parents.

The main house was on fire, and the surrounding people did not ring gongs, but kept splashing their courtyard walls and roofs with water. Perhaps in their opinion, it would be best for the family to burn down with their house.

Jiang Zhi kowtowed to the fire, smeared his whole body with mud, and hid in a shanty town, huddled with a group of small beggars. It may be that she is dirtier than the little beggars at this time, or maybe it is some other reason, in short, a group of half-grown children hide on the other side in horror, and then watch Jiang Zhi slowly eat the food that belongs to them, although the food smells bad.

The sun was good, and the dust in the air wandered around, and then was frightened everywhere and fled. After Jiang Zhi woke up, he directly picked out the dirty things that were sticking to his eyes, and a timid little girl of about four or five years old walked over.

The dirty little hand was holding a broken wooden basin with water in it, and the girl's voice trembled a little, "Sister, wash your face." ”

Jiang Zhi took the wooden basin and touched the little girl's head, "Good, my sister can't wash her face now." ”

The sun was bright, but Jiang Zhi's eyes didn't have any color or any temperature, and every child who looked at her felt like they were caught in a whirlpool. "Whoever is the head of the child, stand up yourself, hurry up."

The voice is cold, and people ignore the hoarseness in it. There was a commotion in the boys' camp, and then the two little ones were pushed out.

The boy, who was a head taller than Jiang Zhi, felt that his height was very inappropriate, so he bent his waist down, looking very funny. Another big-headed, rough boy who was usually fierce and a little prematurely developed just looked at his broken toes of straw sandals, and found that his nails should be taken care of again.

Jiang Zhi didn't pay much attention to the two who were dodging, and directly ordered: "The tall one will be called Jiang Zhu in the future, and the one with a generous face will be called Jiang Shu in the future." After that, the girls will follow me, and you will take the boys. The girls cook, the boys beg, and come back every night to eat. ”

"I don't want to change my surname, I ......" Jiang Shu, who had a generous face, just said a word, and was suppressed by Jiang Zhu who was thin and bamboo-slender.

Jiang Zhi stared at Jiang Shu, unable to see joy or anger, and the corners of his mouth curled, but no one would think that Jiang Zhi was smiling. Jiang Shu took three steps back in a row to stabilize his figure, and a few black hairs on his face trembled, very funny, and he was out of breath.

"Yes, got it. In the future, it will be called Jiang, Jiang Shu. ”

Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, and then pulled the little girl with a pot over, "In the future, you will be Jiang Lan, the orchid of orchids, we are a family." ”

Little girl, oh no, Jiang Lan nodded vigorously. Little Jiang Lan's big watery eyes were full of worship, and she felt that Sister Jiang Zhi was so powerful, and those two brothers who were always bullying people didn't dare to say anything. Jiang Lan instinctively hugged Jiang Zhi and didn't let go, feeling so safe and warm.

Wanyan Xiyin was handling official business, when a Han official came over and whispered in Xiyin's ear. Wanyan Xiyin was very angry when he heard that the Han couple he saved had been killed and their houses had been burned. He didn't care about that Han family at all, what he cared about was that the Jurchen man who had just walked out of the old forest despised himself, so you couldn't wait a little longer?

Wanyan Xiyin casually found an excuse, and sent a few Jurchens who killed people and set fires to the front line, and soon died in battle. Hee-yin later learned more about the Jiang family's tragedy, and the pile of bones made him lose his appetite for a few days, but that's all. As for a little girl whose whereabouts are unknown, who cares?

Xi Yin directly left the Jiang family's affairs behind, but Jiang Zhi heard about Yan Xiyin's name from the rumors on the street. Later, after thinking about it carefully, Jiang Zhi planned to forget the name Yan Xiyin, and she felt that she only needed to remember two words.

On the first day of Jiang Zhi's establishment of the beggar kingdom, several neatly dressed little girls were kidnapped by human traffickers. Jiang Lan has been following Jiang Zhi and was spared, Jiang Zhi blamed herself a little.

On the third day, Jiang Zhi began to divide the labor of the beggars, and there was more food, and it was rare for the beggars to have a full meal.

On the sixth day, Jiang Zhi took Jiang Zhu and Jiang Shu to pry open a grain store, took some grain, and then closed the door.

On the tenth day, Jiang Zhi fought desperately with another group of beggars with a machete, injured himself in five places, and cut down the other three people.

On the fifteenth day, Jiang Zhu and Jiang Shu pried open a Liao tomb pit and obtained a large number of copper coins.

On the twentieth day, Jiang Zhi finished preparations and prepared to take advantage of the hot weather to go south.

"In the south, only in the south can we survive." Jiang Zhi said to Jiang Zhu, Jiang Shu and Jiang Lan and others, she did not mention that most people would die, because beggar has always been this fate.

Jiang Zhi handed over the remaining copper coins and bronzes to the beggars who didn't want to leave, and then took a dozen dolls on the road. Something happened after that, and these dolls miraculously survived sixty percent of them.

Jiang Zhi didn't dare to take money and food on the road, she knew that she would definitely die, and they could only go all the way south if they were very dirty and dirty, so dirty that no one dared to touch them.

Jiang Zhi released two children every half hour, and she stayed the last one to go out of the city. Looking at the plaque on the south gate of Dading Mansion, Jiang Zhi clenched his palms and turned to the south.

"Bang!" With a bang, an old monk was bumped into by Jiang Zhi, who was hurrying with his head down, and Jiang Zhi apologized again and again. Jiang Zhu and Jiang Shu, who were waiting at the city gate, ran over and glared angrily at the old monk.

The old monk heard that the Jurchens had created boundless slaughter north of Yanshan, so he came to Dading Mansion to promote Buddhism, and then bumped into Jiang Zhi at the city gate.

The old monk didn't care at first, but listening to the dirty girl in front of him, Qingyue's voice, he was a little curious, so he looked carefully.

There is nothing to see about the dirty little face, but the little girl's eyes are a little special. It seems to be smiling, but it doesn't look like a smile, and there is no look at it carefully.

"You, Asura! What kind of place is this, how much murder did the Jurchens commit, and there will be asuras?! The old monk looked like crazy, Jiang Zhu and Jiang Shu were frightened, and hid away with Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi's eyes still seemed to be smiling, and if someone looked at her, she would find that she seemed to be looking at everyone, and it was as if she was not looking at anyone.

The old monk ignored the fingers of others, and followed Jiang Zhi step by step, he didn't plan to go to Dading Mansion. Although Jiang Zhi and the others hated this uninvited old monk very much, they found that this old bald head did not seem to have malicious intent, so they followed him.

After five days, Jiang Zhi and his entourage passed through a mountain road and encountered bandits robbing them, and the bandits wanted to catch these dolls up the mountain. After the old monk Amitabha Buddha for a while, Jiang Zhi and others became guests. In the mixed cottage, Jiang Zhi and others ate and drank, and after the old monk recited scriptures for several masters of the cottage, the team set off again.

The old monk embodied his value and had a second place in Jiang Zhi's team. After Jiang Lan couldn't walk, she was hung behind the old monk by Jiang Zhi, who was bent on eliminating the killing and didn't care about it.

Every time he passed through a fort, the old monk had to do things; Every time they encounter a group of thieves, Jiang Zhi and others can eat a good meal; Every time they met a caravan, Jiang Zhi and the others were given some clothes.

Jiang Zhi and the others went all the way south, and the bandits, merchants and gentry did not embarrass the old monks and a group of young monks. The old monk has become a cash cow for Jiang Zhi and others, and when he sleeps at night, Jiang Zhi would rather freeze himself and surround the old monk inside. The old monk shed tears many times, and the Dharma lives up to me!

is getting closer and closer to the Great Zhou, and there are more and more little beggars stored by Jiang Zhi along the way; The old monk's Buddhism is increasing day by day, and Jiang Zhi also makes a small amount of money; The reputation of Jiang Zhi's team gradually spread out, so much so that the squires in the Great Zhou Dynasty set up cards along the way, and they must stay as guests of this team to spread Buddhism for a few days.

The old monk thinks this is very good, as long as he keeps the ginger zhi doll by his side, he will kill himself. Another night, dealing with the two big families of Cangzhou Thorn Shi and King Zhao, the old monk came back and handed over the two ingots of gold to Jiang Zhi, and then watched Xiao Jiang Lan drag out a box.

Xiao Jiang Lan took out an account book and shook the old monk's arm, and the old monk touched her little nose and filled in the amount of gold. Xiao Jiang Lan snorted, took the gold and locked it in the box, checked it several times, and then went to boil hot water to wash the old monk's feet.

The little beggars in Jiang Zhi's team have all changed into clean monk clothes, and the little novice and the little nun are humming and chanting, so they ask if you are afraid? The selling point of Jiang Zhi's "Sangha Order" is here, but Jiang Zhi himself doesn't care about money.

After entering the Great Zhou realm, Jiang Zhi and the old monk became famous, Jiang Zhi no longer worried about being taken away, and washed clean with Jiang Lan. Jiang Zhi wore her hair loose and wore monk's robes, standing in front of the window, like a little fairy going with the wind.

"Master, is Bianjing big?" The cold voice is slightly hoarse, which will make many people doubt her age, and the old monk is certainly not among them.

"Amitabha, if you think it's big, it's big, and if you think it's small, it's small." The old monk ruined the atmosphere with a word, and Xiao Jiang Lan, who was washing the old monk's feet, tilted her head, and then continued to rub the old monk with a snort. If you don't understand it anyway, don't listen to it.

Jiang Zhi looked at Jiang Lan with a sweaty little face, the corners of his mouth curled up an arc, and the old monk frowned again when he saw Jiang Zhi smiling. Fortunately, Da Zhou is practicing the way of forgiveness, and if you are put in Bianjing City, I don't believe that your murderous nature cannot be dissolved.

"Master, do we have to go to Bianjing?"

"Amitabha, you must go, no matter how tortuous the process is."

"That's good, I always have a gut feeling that there is someone waiting for me in Bianjing."

"Ahem, go to Luoyang." The old monk sweated like rain and hurriedly changed his words, but to no avail, Jiang Zhi decided to go to Bianjing.

While the old monk contacted the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, that is, his senior brother, he was also curious, who could give wings to Asura?