Lin'an City.

The long streets are lined with shops, and the twilight of the sunset shines on the red bricks and green tiles or the brightly colored cornices of the pavilions

The vendors packed up their stalls and left in a hurry, and the lively city during the day gradually became deserted.

Dayan has a strict curfew system, the dusk drum is sounded at three o'clock on the first watch, and it is forbidden to travel, and the ban on traffic is only opened after the morning bell is ringed at three o'clock on the fifth watch, and those who walk on the street on the second, third, and fourth watches will be flogged forty times; Those who commit a night ban after the first watch night ban and shortly before the start of the fifth watch will be given 30 lashes.

Even if you are a high-ranking official, you will not be treated equally.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and there were fewer and fewer people on the streets, and the man with the lamp was also out into the street at this moment.

"It's dry, be careful of the candle."

The two watchmen held a gong in one hand and a bang in the other's hand, and struck three times in a row, and the dull sound resounded throughout the street.

There were only a few people left on the street, and the pace became more hurried.

Only one person walked in front of the husband in a leisurely manner.

The two husbands glanced at each other and chased after them.

"The monk is about to have a curfew, if you are still here, be careful of being caught by the patrolling official, and the monks will be whipped dozens of times, which is not a decent thing."

Buchen smiled slightly: "Thank you two for reminding you, the little monk is here to ferry people." ”

"Ferryman? Here's what someone to cross for you. ”

Buchen looked around, his eyes lit up, and he walked towards the place on the left, which looked like a restaurant.

In front of the door, a young woman in tulle and light clothes was looking around.

After seeing Buchen, the woman was first surprised, and then a charming smile appeared on her small face.

"Buddha, please inside."

The two husbands watched this scene, you look at me, I look at you, their mouths opened wide, and they spit out a sentence angrily for a long time.

"Phew, it turned out to be a flower monk."

Dawn breaks.

In the drunken flower building, the noise is endless.

The man in a thin shirt rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, got up and pushed the door open, his tone a little angry.

"What's the matter, it's noisy early in the morning, do you want to open the Drunken Immortal Building?"

"I'm really sorry, Prince Wang."

This prince is the big patron of the Drunken Immortal Building, and the old bustard came over in a panic to explain.

"Yesterday, a monk came to our Drunken Immortal Building and selected a few girls."

"How many girls? Hmph, the monk is having a lot of fun now. ”

Wang Gongzi snorted coldly, his tone a little sour.

After speaking, he then looked at the old bustard: "Then why is this happening, didn't he give the silver?" ”

Speaking of this stubble, the old bustard patted his thighs with both hands, and there was a rare cry in his voice.

"Wang Gongzi, you don't know, in addition to the fact that the monk killed this day has no silver, he was in the room last night and told a few of our girls Buddhist scriptures all night."

"Huh?"

"Stinky monk, if you dare to come next time, I will break your leg."

"Holy monk, the little girl will remember your words for the rest of her life."

"Can the concubine's body really wash away the filth of this body?"

Outside the Drunken Immortal Building, a group of big men surrounded Buchen with a fierce attitude.

A few women with pear blossoms and rain are pitiful and look at Buchen.

But Buddhism had a high status in the Great Yan Dynasty, and there were many onlookers, so the Han people didn't dare to do anything, so they could only drop a few words viciously and leave with a few girls.

"As long as you want to, there is nothing that cannot be turned back."

This sentence is not a false comfort, but his sincere words.

In the era of constant war, many people are forced to do so, and the original intention is even just to survive.

Could it be that this kind of person is also heinous and completely bad?

Although it is impossible for Buchen to make them give up this profession, it is enough to plant a seed in the hearts of these people.

Everything follows fate, and no one knows whether this seed will grow into a towering tree at a certain moment.

When the curfew was lifted, the streets were once again crowded with people and the cries of hawkers.

Buchen, who was carrying a bag and a shiny bald head, suddenly became the most beautiful scenery on the whole street.

Buchen's stomach suddenly screamed, his nose moved, and with a panacea smile on his face, he walked towards that side.

"Steamed buns, fragrant meat buns, three for a penny."

The owner of the steamed bun stall shouted vigorously while using his hands to sow the steaming buns on the steamer.

Scare.

As soon as he looked up, a monk with clear eyebrows appeared in front of him at some point.

"You monk walks silently."

The vendor stretched out his hand and patted his chest, and said with palpitations: "The meat bun costs three pennies, and the vegetable bun costs five pennies, how much do you want." ”

Buchen said with a smile.

"The little monk spread the Dharma to the five female benefactors yesterday, and he has not eaten yet, and the monks have no desires and no desires, and money is something outside the body, and I don't know ......."

Before Buchen could finish speaking, the vendor hurriedly interrupted him.

"Stop, you monk is not a serious monk at first glance, even if I feed this bun to the dog, I won't give it to you, there is a Du Mansion there is a Du Mansion in front of the left, Master Du is kind and charitable, maybe he can give you something to eat."

"Thank you very much."

Buchen still had a smile on his face, and walked forward unhurriedly.

As soon as Buchen left, another stall owner next to him surrounded him and whispered.

"Why do you let this monk go to Du Mansion, don't you let him go to death."

"Don't worry, where can there be such a stupid person."

The vendor took a bite of the meat bun and didn't care.

"By the way, the little monk forgot to remind you, your eyebrows are black, I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster, so it is better to collect the stall and go back as soon as possible."

The hearty voice came from afar, the vendor was stunned for a moment, and then spit it out, the bun skin in his mouth, angry, if it wasn't for the companions pulling, he would have to rush up and fight hard.

A round red sun slowly rose in the sky, the clods of earth on the ground were hot and hot, and a few yellow dogs were lying in the shade sticking out their tongues.

The vendor of the bun stall had just put away the steamer and was about to go home, when the ground suddenly trembled, and a thick cloud of dust rose in the distance.

"Fengtiansi is handling the case, and the idle people are out of the way."

More than a dozen white horses galloped in, and the people on the horses were all capable men, wearing a black official uniform with a peony flower tattooed on it.

The calm streets were chaotic at this moment, and everyone dodged back, making way for a wide passage for the people of Fengtiansi.

Messy times.

I don't know who put a kitchen knife on the road in a panic.

Shenwu's steed stepped on the handle of the knife impartially, and a long horse neighed and rose into the air.

The peddler looked at the kitchen knife flying towards him, and was so frightened that he forgot any movement, and petrified in place.

A flash of silver.

A small handful of black hair and a bloody scalp fell to the ground.