It was raining profusely, and in a moment it was snowing.

The north wind swept the white grass and folded, Hutian flew snow in August, now the northern rain and snow of Dayuan are very abundant, hail and white snow take turns, it snows in the early morning, the scorching sun is scorching at noon, and it is not uncommon to drift heavy rain at night.

Chen Sijiu and Peng Yingyu didn't run out long on horseback, and the sky sifted through the snow and fell chaotically, fortunately it was only a small snowdrop, but looking at it, this rain and snow seemed to be going to fall heavily.

Chen Sijiu asked, "Little monk, is there a place to rest ahead?" ”

Peng Yingyu stared hard and looked left and right, pointed to the hill in front of her and said: "There is a lama Zhao on the mountainside, and the corpse on my ox cart yesterday was ready to be sold to them, if you want to rest, you can only go there." ”

Chen Sijiu looked forward, the lama was called on the mountainside, there were still three miles away from here, looking at the mountain and running a dead horse, if you wanted to go to the lama call, let alone half an hour, and no longer cherished the horsepower at the moment, frantically whipped the horse's buttocks with a horsewhip, and ran to the lama.

Strange to say.

There was sleet here, but the sky was cloudless and the sky was blue.

Many vultures hovered over the lama's call.

Halfway up the mountainside, many ragged slaves, like wriggling ants, carrying stones and wood on their backs, were climbing up from the foot of the mountain, lying on their hands and feet with dogs, and struggling down the slope.

The vultures danced wildly, excitedly waiting for the death of these exorcist slaves, so that they could descend from the sky and tear their bruised corpses.

Halfway up the mountainside, the lama is called, the blue brick and white pagoda, among which there is a huge Buddha shrine, which enshrines the Bodhisattva who is glaring angrily, and is extremely majestic, looking down from the top of the mountain at the foot of the mountain like those weed-like mole ants struggling to survive.

The two horses brought by Peng Yingyu were both good horses, Chen Sijiu asked, and it was indeed arranged by Long Jiao.

And they escaped until now, but there was no Hama chasing soldiers behind them, it should be Long Jiao who stopped him, he couldn't help but secretly said in his heart, he would definitely repay Long Jiao if he had the opportunity in the future.

Strange to say, there are nine layers in the sky and nine shades in the earth.

As soon as Chen Sijiu and Peng Yingyu arrived at the foot of the Lama Zhao Mountain, sleet fell under the mountain.

The snow is dancing wildly.

Mixed with the whistling mountain wind, the sand and rocks flying at the foot of the mountain, the chaotic snow and rain fell together, and the surroundings were suddenly white, but fortunately, there were several sheepfolds made of red willow and hay, soil and stones at the foot of the mountain, which were the cattle and sheep pens of the monks summoned by the lama on the mountain, and all the pedestrians who were trapped hid here to avoid the wind and rain.

It's close to the official road, so it's not so safe.

Chen Sijiu was very vigilant, pulled the reins of the horse, curled up against the corner of the bullpen, looked back at the pedestrians who were hiding here, there were ragged Han people driving their mouths, it seemed to be serfs called by the lama on the mountainside, and the Shanxi merchant foot man who was thinly dressed and worked hard to protect his own merchant, the boots under his feet seemed to have been robbed, barefoot, chapped and purple, just like holding the chicken woman holding his own goods, while looking around vigilantly, shivering, his neck retracted into the collar to resist the biting cold.

There are also a few Mongolians wearing Mongolian robes, but they are also bruised, cheekbones are red, and they are about the herdsmen of the Mongolian golden family's tents, although they are dressed a little decently, but they are also ragged, the Mongolian long-distance running on their bodies is black and shiny, and the leather boots under their feet also reveal the skin that has been frozen into black and purple.

"Little monk, watch the horses, don't go in."

Chen Sijiu took a deep breath, his eyes flickered, he took out most of the dry food that Long Jiao had prepared for him from his arms, took out another wine bag, and bowed down into the low bullpen.

The stench in this cattle pen was stinking, mixed with the smell of cow and sheep dung, the smell of sweat on people who had not bathed for a long time, and the indescribable smell of meat, which seemed to be the sound of corpses.

As soon as he entered, the pedestrians in the cattle pen who were sheltering from the rain and snow stared at him cautiously.

Dayuan was an era without a general ethics.

The etiquette collapses, the big fist is the king, and the small fist is the slave who drives the mouth.

Mongol princes, Semu merchants, and Han Chinese landowners lived like emperors in this era.

And these ordinary people at the bottom are not as good as pigs and dogs.

Because this place is close to the official road, you have to be especially careful, because the officers and soldiers of Dayuan are more ferocious than the bandits.

"There's wine and dry food here."

Chen Sijiu handed the wine bag and dry food in his hand to the Han serfs, but their eyes widened, curled up in the corner of the wall and shook their heads repeatedly, holding their shoulders and twisting their heads not daring to look at Chen Sijiu.

This......

Chen Sijiu handed the wine bag and dry food to the merchant Lang, who expected that the Merchant Lang reacted even more, took out a firewood knife from behind him, pointed at him and asked tremblingly, "You, what are you going to do!?" ”

Chen Sijiu shook his head helplessly.

"The Buddha is immeasurably heavenly, let's see that you are hungry and cold, so make some dry food and strong wine to warm your body."

Saying that he took a bite of dry food, drank a sip of wine and spirits, and then handed them the food, everyone in the cattle pen was still a little puzzled, but in the end, it was the Mongolian herdsmen who took the grain and spirits, and thanked Chen Sijiu again and again.

They divided the food equally, and another person poured a large sip of wine, and then reluctantly handed the wine bag and food to the others, a few Mongolians took the lead, and the cattle pen was no longer so lifeless and wary of each other, and everyone began to snatch the food, especially the trembling merchant foot man before, like a vicious dog pounced on food, snatched the wine bag over and poured a few sips, and then peeked at Chen Sijiu with small eyes to see if he would be angry.

Chen Sijiu sighed slightly in his heart.

I heard the master and the second master say that in Yingzhou, there is no distinction between high and low people, and everyone is equal.

Look at today's Dayuan.

Not to mention Yingzhou, even the Jin Kingdom established by the Jurchens is not comparable, the common people are really inferior to pigs and dogs, cattle and sheep can still live with some dignity under the rule of Dayuan, how many people in this cattle pen can live like a "person"?

He bowed down, ready to get out of the bullpen, among the few Han people who drove the slaves, but there was a young cowardly pull his leg, Chen Sijiu looked back, this person is about ten years old, his face is wooden, a pair of eyes are not bright, his lips are blue, his face is white, and he stretched out his finger and pointed behind him.

"Huh?"

Chen Sijiu frowned and turned around, bowed down and looked, there was a Han man driving slaves lying on the ground, only more than ten years old, only a pair of linen pants on his body, all over his body were scars from being whipped and whipped, the wounds drawn out by the whip would not bleed, they had frozen into black and purple, rolled up, very terrifying.

The young man's eyes were closed, and his mouth grew slightly, as if he was sleeping.

"Master Dao, please save him."

Hannu, who pulled Chen Sijiu, whispered.

Chen Sijiu squinted at it, shook his head and said, "He's dead." ”

Hearing this, Hannu, who was pulling him, opened his mouth slightly, and his colorless eyes flashed a trace of pain, and finally said nothing, just lowered his head and retracted into the corner of the wall with his knees in his hands.

Chen Sijiu didn't know what to say in his heart.

At this time, in the corner of the bullpen, a voice sighed slightly: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Daoyou is a Quanzhen sect?" ”

Chen Sijiu turned his head to look, it was dark here, and there were a lot of people, he looked closely, only to see that in the southeast corner of the bullpen, there was a Confucian student dressed as a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged, the reason why he said that he was a Confucian dressed as a Taoist priest was because although he was wearing a Taoist robe, he was wearing a Confucian scarf on his head, and he was hiding in the corner, unable to see his face clearly, and could only see his eyes clear.

"Fellow Daoists."

Chen Sijiu's hands were sealed, posing for the Heavenly Master's Dao seal.

The Confucian priest dressed as a Taoist priest also returned a salute, and said in surprise: "It turned out to be the Taoist chief of Tiefeng Mountain in Liaoyang, in the lower Song Lian, under the study of the immortal master of Xianhua Mountain, and the Taoist name Xuan Zhenzi." ”

He said and sighed: "Daoist friends have mercy on them, they really have the heart of a heavenly master, but unfortunately, like today, there are countless people who need mercy, even if you save it for a while, you can't save a lifetime." ”

Chen Sijiu's eyes flashed when he heard this, this Taoist is not a simple Taoist priest.

Dayuan's Confucian status is underground, nine Confucianism and ten beggars, so many Confucian students like to pretend to be Taoist priests, or monks, or go to the Qinglou Theater to be cuckold Langjun, especially the most Taoist priests.

What this person is talking about is the Tao Law, but in fact he is talking about the law of the country.

Chen Sijiu sneered, you can't save others for a while, just do what you can, what's the long-term?

This kind of Confucian who talks about misleading the country, according to the words of the second master, should be killed.

Without hesitation, Chen Sijiu directly turned around and got out of the bullpen.

The Taoist named Song Lian was in a hurry, stretched out his hand and shouted, "Fellow Daoist, please stay!" ”