Jiangnan is rich in the world, the literary style is prosperous, and the county governments are rich in reading seeds.

Entering Yangchun City, you can see people reading everywhere on the street, especially in elegant places such as teahouses and restaurants.

"I heard that the reckless man went to the capital for the hereditary replacement, and he also beat the Sanpin master in public, he really has no king's law and is vulgar! If you really let this reckless man get his wish and give his reckless son a hereditary replacement, it will chill the hearts of thousands of readers in our world! ”

"The reckless man of the lame Xu can't be around for long, with Zhang Shoufu here, how can he get his wish? Hehe, I see, this lame man is in the capital, so he has to drink a pot. ”

"That's right, Zhang Shoufu is really amazing, and he is a model for my generation of scholars! But that lame man is also the reincarnation of heaven, retribution is not happy, the son is a prodigal who does not learn and has no skills, this daughter is shameless, is a debauched two-legged incense burner, I heard that even the mother in the palace has written "The Female Ring", let the widow of Beiliang learn it! ”

The blue bird frowned slightly, what is the difference between these Confucian scholars with wide clothes and belts and lupine scarves, and the words of a woman chewing the root of their tongue?

Jing Zhou lay in the carriage and closed his eyes and said: "It's a good one that no one can blame, nothing can be commented on, but most of these people wearing Confucian shirts are high-eyed and low-handed." I have read a lot of sage books, but can I read a spring and autumn righteousness? Which of the Beijing officials who came out of Jiangnan cared about the suffering of the people? This little bit of untouchability is not as important as scolding Xu Xiaolai in the eyes of these officials. ”

"Scolding Xu Cripple, hitting the pillar from time to time to play a dead admonition, is the real fame and fortune. The life or death of the people at the bottom has nothing to do with these people. Most of the century-old dynasties were lost in these 'famous' people. ”

"Don't be upset for Bei Liang, don't talk about Xu Cripple, the reader has grievances, even the one on the dragon chair. This scolding is good, a few catties and taels of meat are indispensable. These people are very good at talking, and they really want to meet the unreasonable Beiliang soldiers, most of them are scared of and urine. When Xu Fengnian's kid arrives in Jiangnan, you can take a look at the faces of these scholars. ”

The carriage traveled some way through the city and stopped in front of a restaurant.

The guys in the restaurant have six ways to see and listen to all directions, and their eyes are naturally excellent. The son in front of him is wearing a purple robe with a very particular cut and texture, but not ordinary people can afford to wear it, I heard that in the capital, this kind of purple clothes are the most popular among the princes and grandsons, and there is a saying that there are one or two robes and one or two gold.

Jiangnan Province advocates lupine scarves, white Confucian shirts, this son must be from other places, coupled with this extravagance, maybe it is the son of the capital.

Xiao Er welcomed Jing Zhou to the window seat on the second floor, and Jade Bird ordered a few specialty dishes from the restaurant.

Jiangnan Gaomen is full of gorgeous stomachs, these scholars from prestigious families are naturally particularly important to their identity, which family does not raise two or two scholars with red lips and white teeth and beautiful appearance, or the maid who is good at stroking the piano and cooking tea, acting as a façade during the day, rolling and surging at night?

At this time, a group of scholars on the second floor saw that the blue bird was dressed in tight clothes, and his expression was cold, which was very different from the women he had seen in the past.

This is used to eating small jasper, and he always has to change his taste.

What's more, although the blue bird is not a country and a city, it can be regarded as a heavenly man, coupled with that indescribable heroic spirit, it is particularly fascinating, but after a while, there was a discussion on the second floor, up to the king of the Zhao clan and down to the lord of the Zhu robe.

Especially the scolding Tu Xu Xiao, not only was he spitting and indignant, but even the table was slammed.

With such remarks, can't outsiders and the little lady in Tsing Yi take a look at it?

"There is a heart of color, but there is no color guts, so only show up and rebel, and it will not be possible for three years." Jing Zhou's voice was not small, and the second floor could be heard clearly, and in an instant, the faces of the scholars changed.

These people, who had read the sage's teaching, "The sword and axe must not lose their backbone", had just argued a few words, so that the outsiders could know what the righteousness of the book was, and a green shadow appeared in front of them.

Is that the little lady in Tsing Yi?

Is she still a master?

The next moment, several people were thrown from the window one by one.

A few people in Confucian shirts got up from the ground with their support, and this time it was really a backyard flowering!

A few people didn't care about the pain of tearing their buttocks in half, and when they saw many people watching, they blushed at first, and then put away their butts and pointed at the second floor of the restaurant.

Is it still the son of man who is so humiliated and doesn't let go of cruel words to scold back?

"Insulting Sven!"

"Sven sweeps the floor!"

"There is no king's law!"

"Whoosh", a burst of breaking sound sounded, and a few peanuts made these readers shut up in an instant.

Jing Zhou looked at a few scholars under the window who were bending over and covering their mouths, and said with a smile: "Now the ears are quiet." ”

This scene happened to be seen by Xiao Er, who was serving the dish.

Mother, this little lady in Tsing Yi who seems to be more personable than a handsome scholar, how can she pinch people by the neck and pick them up?

Throwing people out like throwing flies, why do you start to be so ruthless!

This is Jiangnan, not those barbarian Beiliang!

The scholar is a master, and he just threw it down?

Besides, if you can go up to the second floor, if you don't have a good ancestor, you may be related to the four major families in the south of the Yangtze River.

This purple-clothed boy has stabbed a big basket!

Before Xiao Er could turn his mind, he heard a shocking sentence again: "I have read it to the dog, and I won't even scold it, this is the backbone of the sage's words?" ”

"In this world, the most backbone is those scholars in Xichu, who can be regarded as having read the true meaning of three points, but unfortunately, most of them were martyred."

Xiao Er was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he cleaned up his mind and sent the wine and food over.

The sky is falling, and he can't hit him anyway.

Full of wine and food, Jing Zhou and the two left the restaurant and went to Baoguo Temple.

When I arrived at Baoguo Temple, it was already afternoon.

The temple door is wide open, the sandalwood is fragrant, and through the middle gate, you can vaguely see the magnificent houses in the temple.

Luxurious carriages came from afar, and many young ladies got off the cars.

This Baoguo Temple not only has the ink pen of the literati, but also planted with the peony of the world, which is loved by the Qingliu celebrities.

Get off the carriage, Jingzhou looked up, several tall towers in the temple are extremely magnificent, and the ancient trees full of emerald color are not as high as the waist of the tower. He was dressed in purple, with a slender figure, standing very conspicuously in front of the temple, and he looked like a person with a background. Some of the scholars wanted to step forward and say a few words, but they saw the face of the blue bird and a large scarlet spear with the tip of the spear.

A few scholars secretly said that it was a pity and entered the Baoguo Temple together, but those young ladies who entered the temple to offer incense were holding their chests and feeling sad, so they had to stand far away, pretending to watch the flowers and plants in front of the temple. Seeing that the purple-clothed boy seemed to be settled, he still refused to turn around, so he was unwilling to enter the Baoguo Temple.

Which one is not merciful at the age of the boudoir?

How many people come to this temple to worship the Buddha?

Who doesn't know the talented and high-ranking noble son in Baoguo Temple?

If you can meet one or two, maybe it will become a good story.

The purple-clothed boy, at first glance, is from a big family, with a smell of books on his body, just looking at the side face, it makes people feel like the person in the painting.

What about a straight face?

How can such a person miss the truth?

After glancing at the tower twice, Jingzhou turned to the branches in front of the temple and turned left and right, like an ancient pine of a dragon.

"It's called Wolong pine, and I heard that if you break off a branch, it will bleed." A little beggar with yellow muscles and thin muscles walked over from the side, stood timidly two feet away, and did not step forward again.

Jing Zhou turned around and smiled at the ragged little beggar: "It's just a tree, how can it bleed?" It's just that this pine should have grown upright, but it has become like this through human hands. ”

The little beggar nodded and whispered, "Brother Chen also said so." ”

"Brother Chen? Your brother, but he likes to read? Jing Zhou smiled, waved at the little beggar, and motioned for her to come over.

The little beggar looked at the scholar who was walking to the temple in luxurious clothes, shook his head, and no longer answered, but turned to the spring pond on the side, leaned on the craggy stones, and walked down in small steps.

Jing Zhou saw that she was wet regardless of the spring water, and leaned over to pick up some copper plates, and suddenly remembered something.

The "Brother Chen" in this little girl's mouth is not Chen Xiliang, who is it?

He vaguely remembered that this little girl had a paralyzed grandfather, who made a living by begging, and if his grandfather was sick, he would come to Baoguo Temple to pick up a few copper plates, but he didn't dare to pick up more, and only took enough copper coins to buy half a cage of steamed buns each time.

Chen Xiliang saw that she was pitiful, so he often helped this beggar.

She shook her head at herself, probably for fear of getting into trouble.

"Little slut, who told you to go down and pick up copper coins? Don't you know that the copper coins in this spring are merit money? The voice was snarky, and a woman came from behind, followed by a few well-dressed maids.

The little beggar stood in the water, lowered his head and said, "The master in the temple allowed me to pick it up, and the master said to pick up a few pieces at a time, and it didn't matter." ”

"The little still dares to talk back? Who gave you the guts! The woman cried out, and her anger rose up.

She was already angry when she heard that her husband was pinching flowers and grass in the Baoguo Temple and doing restless things with the fox, and she was even more annoyed when she heard the harsh words in the mouth of this.

"I won't pick it up, I won't pick it up." The little beggar let go of a few copper coins in his palm with red eyes.

The woman said gloomily, "If you don't pick it up?" How can you desecrate the holy land of Buddhism? Go get that little! ”

The little beggar instinctively stepped back, and suddenly tripped over a stone and fell into the spring.

Jing Zhou frowned, and said coldly: "Picking up a few copper coins is considered blasphemy?" The monks in the temple didn't say a word. ”

The woman turned around, glanced forward, and saw that the person who spoke was not a cold dog, and had a slight scruple, but in a blink of an eye, she remembered that her husband's family was also one of the best families in the local area, and her mother's family was inextricably linked with the mother in the palace.

"Get out!" Jing Zhou said a word coldly, and the blue bird's body flashed again and again, sweeping out the few subordinates with an instant gun.

The word "roll" seemed to have thousands of murderous aura, the woman's body trembled, a layer of cold sweat hung on her forehead for a moment, she didn't dare to be tough, and was supported by the maid from the ground and entered the temple.

Jing Zhou shook his body and picked up the shivering little beggar from the spring.

"Childe, I'm fine." The little beggar was so nervous that he didn't dare to raise his head, but he struggled twice, got up from Jingzhou's arms, and just took a step, his body staggered.

The blue bird held the bloodless little beggar, his face was moved, and he took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and handed it to the little beggar.

The little beggar looked flustered, shrunk his devastated hands into the cuffs, and his body trembled even more.

Jing Zhou turned to the blue bird and said, "She is just a beggar, ten cents is already unimaginable, how dare she take your silver?" ”

The blue bird was secretly annoyed that he had forgotten about this stubble, took back the silver, and took out a few copper coins from his waist.

Jing Zhou saw that the little beggar still didn't dare to take it, and laughed softly: "Take it, just treat these coins as if these coins were thrown by the blue bird in the spring water." Didn't the monks in the temple allow you to pick up money from the water? ”

The little beggar hesitated for a moment, thanked him, and took a few copper coins and held them in his hand.

Jing Zhou helped the little beggar tidy up her clothes, and quietly clicked on the "Tianzong", "Shendao", and "Fengmen" points behind her.

After the little beggar left, the blue bird asked, "Childe just nodded a few fingers on her, but?" ”

Jing Zhou said slowly: "This girl is already frail and has been ill for a long time, at this time, after soaking in cold water, it is inevitable that she will have another serious illness when she goes back, even if she has the money to find a doctor, she may not be able to boil the medicinal soup well." ”

The blue bird nodded, and then heard the son smile again: "But this girl's eyebrows are turbid, and there is clarity in the turbidity, although there are ups and downs in life, but it is also the life of wealth and nobility, You Wangfu." ”

Blue Bird smiled: "Is Childe's words serious? ”

Jing Zhou laughed and said, "Didn't you just leave you in Zhao Xiyan's old-fashioned carefree view when you went to Huishan?" Besides, have they ever lied to you again? This face-to-face technique, the son also understands it, this girl is a precious girl. ”

"I heard that this Baoguo Temple peony is a must, the flower shadow in the temple is heavy, people look at flowers, flowers look at people, flowers are fragrant everywhere, let's also go to see this flower to drive the best in the flowers of potpourri."

The two of them passed the temple gate, and the first thing that caught their eyes was the Doumu Palace and the Tuas Courtyard, all of which were brilliant, although they were not as good as the Immortal Courtyard on Longhu Mountain, but they were many times stronger than Wudang Mountain.

In particular, there is a bronze four-legged tripod in front of the hospital, and the green smoke on the tripod is lingering for a long time.

After the unification of the nine countries from the Yang Dynasty, the Buddha was suppressed, but this Baoguo Temple had this scene, the prosperity of the incense, it was really called Jingzhou's side-eye.

After walking hundreds of steps, there are many pilgrims sitting on the ground in the Bodhi Temple, and a big monk on the stage is preaching: "My Buddha is like coming, there is a moving god, there is a quiet god, there is a god, there is a god, there is a god, there is a poor god, the five gods are full, that is, see the Buddha." My Buddha has the eyes of the flesh, the eyes of heaven, the eyes of wisdom, the eyes of the Dharma, the eyes of the Buddha, and the feet of the five eyes. ”

Jing Zhou suddenly remembered the white-clothed monk who married his daughter-in-law and gave birth to a daughter, and said with a smile: "Do you still remember the great monk of the two Zen temples?" ”

The blue bird nodded, that monk is difficult even if she wants to forget, and there seems to be no Buddhist precept that the monk has not committed.

Jing Zhou said with emotion: "If the great monk comes to talk about Buddha, do you believe that he has to scold his mother if he doesn't leave three sentences?" ”