"I heard that recently, something new has happened in Chang'an City?"

"Well," the old man touched the slit in his jaw that could not be maintained, and his messy and almost clumped beard, nodded and shook his head, "It's a new thing, and it's not new!" ”

The inquisitive scholar was a little puzzled, and asked for a long time as if flattering, and he said slowly, "This thing is new, but on the county lord, everything is not new." ”

"What do you mean by that?" The scholar then asked.

Lao Suo picked up a few books and threw them into the basket, "What strange things hasn't this county lord in Chang'an City done?" What is the point of killing a few monks? ”

Seeing that Lao Suo was leaving, the scholar hurriedly chased after him, smiled, took out a purse from his arms, and quietly stuffed it into his hand.

"Eh, eh, eh," the old man pushed with both hands, and the scholar hurriedly smiled, "I heard that the old gentleman has been talking about the book for such a long time, these silver pieces should be invited to the old gentleman to tea!" ”

Hearing that it was silver fragments, Lao Suo's pushing hand gradually slowed down, and at the end, with a smile, he stuffed the money bag into his wrist sleeve without a trace, and then, he straightened his clothes in a fake manner, "coughed" twice, and said to the scholar, "The old man looks like you are new to Chang'an?" ”

The scholar replied with a smile, "The old gentleman has sharp eyes." ”

"What are you doing in Chang'an?" Lao Sue asked.

The scholar squinted his eyes and raised his eyebrows shyly, "Don't hide it from Mr., Xiaosheng has been reading poetry and books for ten years, and now he is here to catch the exam." ”

"Tsk," the old man let out a short shhh

The scholar was a little puzzled and asked, "Sir, do you think there is something wrong with Xiaosheng?" ”

He glanced at him, shook his head, and picked up the basket on his back, "Ten years of cold windows and a hundred years of work, good reading, good reading!" ”

The scholar saw that his basket was slightly oblique, so he helped him straighten it, and the old man smiled at him and thanked him, and dropped the sentence, "Scholar, even if you are an official, you must remember that you are reading a book. ”

As soon as Lao Suo's words fell, the scholar was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he stared at him vigorously, trembling, and spit out, "Sir, be cautious!" How can we, ordinary people, talk about the saints of today? ”

"Hmph," he snorted lightly, tightened the basket strap, walked slowly towards the gate, the scholar followed all the way, and at the bend, he got a sentence, "Scholar, in Chang'an, remember a sentence, if you want to live, don't mess with the Lord of Chang'an!" ”

"The county lord of Chang'an?" The scholar stood in place, looking at the figure of Lao Suo, who was getting more and more blurred, and muttered four words, Lord of Chang'an.

This is a world full of faith,

It is an era full of morality but can cross the river and tear down the bridge.

A troubled world, lies repeatedly,

A high wall, a lonely goose alone,

A wisp of green silk, half with the king, half with the Buddha.

When the little lord who grew up in the bhikshu nunnery didn't understand why he wanted to be a bhikshu, he was taught to abandon small love and become great love.

Therefore, the man, who was beaten by everyone, went down the mountain, was drenched in a cold rain, and the years were in danger, and the general's dream has been silent since then.

Therefore, that daughter, who was escorted by everyone, twisted the green silk, cried for a cold and summer, broke her intestines and bitter, and the boudoir was ashamed to abandon the city.

In those years, the story that everyone knew,

It was the little nuqiu of the bhikshu mountain who was greedy for the red road and fell in love with the mortal dust,

To abandon the Buddha and pursue the world, and abscond with others.

Not respecting the Tao and not abiding by righteousness is a big mistake!

It deserves to be beaten to death with ten thousand sticks,

It was her master, who was merciful and kind, spared her and allowed her to inherit her mantle.

What I didn't know was that that year, she was only eight years old.

What I don't know is that in these things, no one asks, is she willing?