The north wind was blowing, the sky was full of dark clouds, and it was impossible to distinguish between east and west, north and south, even if they were wearing cotton clothes, they made people shiver.

"Today is the fourth year of Chang'an, Xia Yuan Festival?" Chengshan repeated.

"That's right. The young man in tattered clothes, half-crouched and half-kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, did not dare to look up at the three men, because he thought they were too amazing.

"Where is this?" Gongsun Yu asked coldly again.

"This is the eastern suburb of the Divine Capital. "Young people wonder how they can ask such common-sense questions, not even where and when, where they come from?

"Where are the gods?" Shao Hui sounded familiar, there were so many capitals in Chinese history, he couldn't remember it clearly.

Chengshan and Gongsun Yu both looked at him with disdain, the two of them were very familiar with this period of history. Gongsun Yu can be regarded as a first-hand witness, he was born nearly two hundred years earlier than now, and Chengshan had already consulted the relevant historical records when collecting the spiritual power of the books.

"The god is Luoyang. "Seongsan began to show off his knowledge. "In the first year of Ruizong civilization in 684 A.D., Wu Zetian called the dynasty and changed the eastern capital Luoyang to the 'divine capital'; in the fourth year of the vertical arch, that is, in 688 A.D., Wu Zetian was called the 'Holy Mother of God Emperor' in Luoyang; in the first year of Zaichu, that is, in 690 A.D., Wu Zetian changed the Tang Dynasty to Zhou, with Luoyang, the capital of the gods, as the capital. It is now the fourth year of Chang'an, that is, 704 A.D., and next year ......"

Chengshan was reciting a book, explaining the ins and outs of this history to Shao Hui, but Gongsun Yu hurriedly signaled him to stop, because the young man who was surrounded by the three of them had already raised his head and looked at Chengshan who was talking in a daze.

"He is so bold that he dares to call the emperor by his name! And what are the years of the Common Era, who are they?" The young man frowned slightly, these three people did not look much different from themselves, they were also flesh and blood with noses and eyes, the only difference was that they looked delicately skinned and ruddy, not like ordinary people who had been exposed to wind and rain. But looking at their age and temperament, they don't look like the rich children who are officials and powerful people, and they seem to have an aura on them.

"It's okay, just erase his memory in a moment. Chengshan didn't care about this young man's thoughts at all, he turned the Zhigusheng flower pen in his hand and was about to start, but Shao Hui stopped him again.

"Don't worry, I'll ask him a few more questions. Shao Hui seemed very interested in this young man. "What's your name, where are you from?"

"My name is Yuan Yijie, and I'm from Zhongnan Mountain. The young man saw that this bald monk was very kind, and he also took the initiative to show goodwill, maybe he could let himself go.

"What are you doing here?"

The young man bowed his head and remained silent, as if he wanted to keep the secret in his heart.

"Tell me, what the hell are you doing here!" Chengshan began to play with his majesty, he wanted to practice his hands on this young man's body.

"My master sent me to the capital of God for a long time. Yijie seemed to be reluctant.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, hurry up and save time. Gongsun Yu is very impatient, he is not surprised by this kind of thing, and is thinking about how to face the challenge next.

"Oh well. Chengshan held the Zhigusheng flower pen in his hand and shook it in front of this young man.

"What are you going to do!" Yijie was very surprised, when he heard Gongsun Yu say those words, he thought he was going to kill himself, but when he saw Chengshan holding an ordinary brush in his hand, he didn't know what trick they were going to play.

Before he could react, Yijie felt that the world was spinning and he lost consciousness. He fell asleep, and when he woke up again, he found no one around, leaning on a large rock, and his hands and feet were cold.

"Why am I asleep?" Yijie touched his head and muttered to himself, his stomach rumbling again, he looked around, and saw that half of his hard steamed bun had rolled to the ground, already covered with mud.

"Did I fall asleep hungry?" Yijie didn't remember what had just happened, he hurriedly walked over and picked up the half of the steamed bun, which was a day's ration, and he was reluctant to throw it away.

"There is the White Horse Temple in front, it seems that we will spend the night there tonight, and we will enter the city tomorrow. He muttered to himself and stood up and patted the dirt off his body.

It was cold and hungry in this remote place, and he thought that it would be better to rush to the White Horse Temple to rest early, and maybe he could find something to eat, so he cheered up and continued on his way.

"Huh, what's going on?" he felt a chill on the back of his neck, and reached out to touch it. It turned out that his collar was torn, and the cold wind was pouring in. He was even more puzzled, how could he have torn his collar by taking a nap next to the big rock just now, but there was no one else around, probably his clothes had been scratched by the branches.

"It's bad luck. He looked down and muttered.

The sky was cloudy and windy, and it looked like it was about to snow. Yijie came to the mountain gate of the White Horse Temple and breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a magnificent temple, the main entrance hangs a black plaque, on which is written "Ejian White Horse Temple" five glittering big characters, the pen is strong, the bearing is extraordinary.

This temple has a long history, in the first year of the vertical arch, when it was still the queen mother's Wu Zetian edict to repair the White Horse Temple, let Xue Huaiyi as the host.

In the years when it had just been rebuilt, the White Horse Temple was full of scenery, all because of its new owner, Xue Huaiyi, who even served as the chief administrator many times and led the army on expeditions to the Turks.

But with Xue Huaiyi's fall from grace and death, the original young and strong fake monks in the White Horse Temple returned to the vulgar one after another, and some of the evil ones were arrested by the government and beaten to death. Therefore, the White Horse Temple has converged a lot in recent years, and there is no glory in the past.

However, the grandeur and demeanor of the royal temple are still there, and Yijie, a young man in rags, dares to come to stay, isn't that boring?

"Get out, get out, this is where you can come!" a young acquaintance in the guest hall stood up and rushed out to catch up with Yijie, who looked to be twenty-five or sixteen years old.

"Now it's freezing outside, so the master has pity on me, so let me stay here for one night, even if it's in the firewood room. "The snow is already falling, and it looks like it's going to be another night. In this kind of icy and snowy wilderness, if you don't freeze to death, you will be divided by wild wolves.

"You're not a monk, why do you live here?" This is actually an excuse, the guest master knows that Yijie is penniless, and the White Horse Temple does not allow this kind of person to eat and drink for nothing.

"I'll spend the night here and leave early tomorrow morning. Yijie was almost pleading.

"No, get out of here! we're going to close the temple soon. "The Knower didn't want to waste time on him because there were three important guests to receive.

"Who is making noise outside?" From the inner room of the guest hall, a slightly older monk walked out.

"Senior brother, this Hanako wants to spend the night, and I'm driving him out. The Zhike Master stood aside respectfully with his hands down, waiting for the monk to speak.

"Who are you, where did you come from, and where are you going?" This monk is also in his early thirties, white and fat, fat, big-eared, and full of style.

"My name is Yuan Yijie, I am from Zhongnan Mountain, and I am going to Luoyang, the capital of God. Yijie seemed to see hope.

"The White Horse Temple is a royal temple, not a post inn. There are a few inns in the two miles west of the temple, you go there to stay. "This monk is also lying, the White Horse Temple is more than 20 miles away from Luoyang, and there is only a small village around, and there is no inn to stay in.

"Master, just have pity on me. Yijie didn't want to give up this only chance easily, he hadn't eaten properly for three days, and now he was cold and hungry, and it was still snowing outside, as long as he left the temple gate, he would definitely die.

"On the road just now, we once met this young man, he showed us the way, it can be regarded as a good deed, it is better to be our companion and leave him for a night. What does Kukai Shishi think?"

Just now, the three of them chatted with Master Kukai in the prison for a while, and the reason why Kukai came out to see them was because "money can make ghosts grind".

After the three of them knew about the here and now, they went straight to Luoyang City, and on the way, Chengshan exerted his magic power and excavated an ancient mound.

It is said to be an ancient mound, but in fact, it is a tomb disguised by a wealthy family in Luoyang City outside the city in order to hide their belongings, and a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry are buried in it, which can be seen at a glance when Chengshan passes by.

They need it as a way to entangle, and it's also a good stepping stone.

When they arrived at the White Horse Temple, they were received by the Zhike Master Kongzhi, and when they saw Chengshan, they made a generous move, and immediately invited the prison Kukai. Kukai is a monk who has seen the world, he is about the same age as Xue Huaiyi, and he has witnessed the glory of the White Horse Temple in the past, but now it is not as good as before, and ordinary pilgrims do not dare to come to this kind of place, so their income is becoming scarce day by day, and life is stretched.

Kukai is actually a fake monk, a few years ago he saw the White Horse Temple sheltering young and strong young men to shave their heads, and he also wanted to fish in troubled waters and make up for it. After a few years, Xue Huaiyi died, and those who were caught and fled escaped, and most of the monks in the White Horse Temple ran away. He also wanted to return to the vulgar as soon as possible, but there was still a glimmer of hope, so he was reluctant to leave. He is usually honest and has not done anything bad, so when the government came to arrest the murderous monk, he escaped.

Hearing Chengshan intercede for this impoverished young man, Kukai no longer insisted on driving him out, he clasped his palms and smiled at Chengshan: "Donor mercy." ”

So he turned his head and glanced at the empty wisdom. "I'll take the three donors around the temple, you can arrange it. "Signal Kong Zhi to leave Yijie and find him a firewood room.

"Yes, brother. Kong Zhi respectfully bowed to Kukai and stood aside to make way for him.

Kukai said with a smile: "The three donors, please." So he took Chengshan and the three out of the guest hall, leaving Yijie standing there in a daze.

"What a good Samaritan!" he secretly rejoiced. "How can the scholar-like man say that he just showed them the way, as if he doesn't remember seeing them? ”

He thought about it again, maybe it was an excuse that Chengshan had made to keep him. In fact, Yijie also knew that a place like the White Horse Temple was not something that a poor person like him could enter, but it was a royal temple, if it weren't for the cold weather today, the scarcity of pilgrims, and the monk who guarded the door to keep warm, he would not have been able to sneak in.

These three people seem to be familiar with each other, so why should they help themselves?