"The gang is the first in the imperial court, who is the most individual master?"

Li Ping'an still has some thoughts about the rivers and lakes, if the individual and the group are the first in the imperial court, the stability of the big cadre class makes people desperate.

"There are different opinions in the territory of Daqian."

Zhigang said: "The first Buddha Gate is the Tianlong Arhat of Jinshan Temple, the first Daomen is the Baiyun Temple Ziyang Zhenren, and the imperial court is the Dongchang Governor, who is known as invincible." ”

"As for the outside of the Great Qian, the Zoroastrian Sect Master who dominates the countries of the Western Regions is recognized as the first in the world!"

"Thirty years ago, during the Great Qianxi Expedition, the five Sect Masters of the Blood Exchange Realm of the Imperial Court besieged the Zoroastrian Sect Master, and ended up with two dead and three injured, which is really appalling."

"It is rumored that this person has lived for hundreds of years, and he has seen the ancestors, and he is proficient in countless divine secret methods, and his strength is extraordinary!"

Li Ping'an was shocked and said: "Can anyone in the world live so long? ”

"The poor monks also don't believe it, there was a senior monk in the King Kong Temple who obtained the Arhat fruit position, and he only lived a hundred and five years."

Zhigang said: "The unity of politics and religion in the countries of the Western Regions, and the ability of Zoroastrianism to determine the succession of the throne are probably legends compiled by the middle and high levels of the sect in order to stabilize their beliefs. ”

"When it is."

Li Ping'an nodded on the surface, but he had other thoughts in his heart.

Building wood branches is a treasure of merit, and it is not brought by one's own travel, and there may be other treasures in the world that can prolong people's life.

"The rivers and lakes are too dangerous!"

Li Ping'an made up his mind to stay for a few hundred years, at least to become a martial arts master and then travel the world.

You must also be proficient in medical poison, traps, disguise hidden weapons and other skills, so as not to lose your strength and die in the next third-rate means.

After eating dumplings, I began to keep the New Year.

Zhigang saw that Li Ping'an was interested in the rivers and lakes, so he talked about his experience as a knife catcher.

For example, don't go to a restaurant in the wilderness, maybe it's a black shop that sells human meat buns. For example, the heart-devouring old devil likes to eat the hearts of the living, and the reward of 10,000 taels has not yet been returned.

There is also a doctor surnamed Cui, who does not charge gold, silver and copper coins for medical treatment, but only charges living people for consultation.

Zhigang said: "Cui's divine medicine is really good, many terminal diseases can be cured, and it is rumored that the living diagnosis money he collected will be used to induce poison and infect diseases, and then he will detoxify and cure diseases." ”

"I won't go out to practice medicine until the consultation money is gone!"

Li Ping'an's brows furrowed, Dr. Cui's research method is live experiments.

"Wouldn't the court arrest such a brutal killing?"

"Doctor Cui's patients are either high-ranking officials and powerful people, or heroes in the rivers and lakes, how can anyone take care of them?"

Zhigang sneered: "Besides, if you buy a few slaves from the tooth shop, the master will only pay ten taels of silver if you kill them, and it is not even a crime!" ”

Li Ping'an was silent for a long time, and drank a few bowls of wine.

This is the case in the real ancient society, the people at the bottom are no different from livestock in the eyes of the powerful, and some guys who boast about the ancient court are either stupid or bad.

Most of the roles they take on are scholars, high-ranking officials and magnates.

"Master, after listening to you talk so much, there are no good people on the rivers and lakes?"

Zhigang nodded and said, "Good people who are mixed with the rivers and lakes!" ”

Li Ping'an retorted: "There are always some heroes who eliminate harm for the people and uphold the right path, right?" ”

"Of course there are ......"

Zhigang's voice changed: "When the poor monk was arresting criminals in Lingzhou, he saw a righteous hero fighting with demons on the street. ”

"The strength of the hero is strong, his demeanor is thrown into the house and the house collapses, and more than a dozen people are killed, trampled to death, and stoned to death, fortunately, the poor monk has a sharp leg and foot, otherwise he would have gone to debate with the Buddha!"

Li Ping'an asked, "The government doesn't care?" ”

Zhigang said: "The hero is the one who eliminates harm for the people, you don't have long eyes to block the way, and you still have the face to sue the official?" ”

"The master is right, there are no good people in the rivers and lakes!"

Li Ping'an understands that it is biased to deny the hero completely, but he is an ordinary person, and the ass decides the head.

Think about it, one day you took your wife out of the city, eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly you were beaten to death by a passing master!

Or maybe you saw the hero capture the demon and destroy the house you just borrowed money to buy, and there is still a wife who is nine months pregnant in it!

Therefore, the days without heroes are good days!

The people's expectation for heroes to eliminate evil is essentially a distrust of the court and the rule of law, and they can only hope for violence.

Li Ping'an sighed helplessly: "On a good day, don't talk about these frustrating things, is the master's knife silver accurate?" ”

Zhigang smiled and took a sip of wine.

"It won't take a few days to send it down, yesterday there was a group of people around the entrance of the criminal department to look at their faces, and it happened that there was a royal history to do something, and the sedan chair was blocked!"

Li Ping'an was stunned, this guy actually knew how to kill people with a knife.

……

Thirty-eight years after the establishment of the military.

The fifth day of the first month.

On the first day of the Great Dynasty Meeting, the officials of the Criminal Department were lazy and let the people block the yamen.

Emperor Jianwu scolded Yang Shangshu of the Criminal Department, and if he couldn't control his subordinates, he would change people.

Yang Shangshu returned to the Criminal Department and was furious, ordered a strict investigation of corruption and bribery, took down the director of the Supervision and Arrest Department, and sent more than a dozen scribes to prison.

Dali Temple and the household department escaped by luck, but the chief official did not dare to slack off, and also arrested many officials.

……

The eighth day of the first month.

Noon.

Zhigang rushed into the door, holding a stack of silver tickets in his hand.

"The Sprinkle family has silver!"

There is no trivial matter in the world, and the three divisions save the cumbersome process, and quickly follow the simple and special affairs, and the knife and silver are quickly sent.

Li Ping'an was puzzled: "Why doesn't the master call himself a poor monk?" ”

"If you don't have money, you're a poor monk, and if you have money, you'll sprinkle your family!"

Zhigang waved his hand arrogantly: "Let's go, the Sprinkle family has money, and take the layman to Chunfeng Building to criticize and criticize." ”

Listening to Li Ping'an's criticism before, Zhigang felt that this word was very good, and went to the fence with a critical eye to soothe the bitterness and pain of the Qinglou woman.

Vulgar words such as prostitutes, visiting kilns, and looking for flowers and willows sound clever and profound.

"That's too anxious, isn't it?"

Li Ping'an said no, and his feet were already involuntarily walking out.

Chunfeng Building.

There are red lanterns hanging at the door, red gauze on the windows, and confetti on the ground, which looks quite festive for the Spring Festival.

It's the New Year's period, and there are already a lot of guests at noon.

In and out, in and out, endlessly.

The girls who greeted the guests couldn't help laughing when they saw Li Ping'an, and one of them was bold and waved their cloud sleeves to tease.

"Childe, look outside every day, come in and have fun!"

Li Ping'an's face was slightly red, and he deliberately fell half a step behind, using Zhigang's strong body to cover the embarrassment.

Zhigang was a regular customer in the hook bar, and he didn't care about the strange eyes of others, so he went in with a big smile, found a vacant seat and sat down, and beckoned the old bustard to serve wine.

The layout of Chunfeng Building is similar to that of a clubhouse, with a hollow and high hall, and a three-story grandstand and private room built around it.

In the center of the hall on the first floor is a stage on which several girls are dancing.

Li Ping'an sat very close to the stage, according to Zhigang, the price of the scattered seats on the first floor is the same, and you can see it clearly when you are close.

The girl on the stage danced boldly, leaning over, lifting her legs, twisting her waist, and a touch of round snow white was extremely attractive.

It is implicit but not revealed, looming.

If you really want to see something, you have to throw silver at the stage.

Every time a guest gives a reward, the girl will move a little bigger, so that you can look at it a few times and return to hazy.

Li Ping'an listened to the discussion of the guests next to him, and the dancers on the stage were all Qing people, and they were not selling their bodies for the time being.

When the fame is loud and attracts high-ranking officials and nobles, a "combing" auction will be held, and the price is often thousands of taels.

"The routine here is a bit deep!"