The capital of the Yuan Dynasty is today's Beijing, which is also known as Khan Bali City in the Yuan Dynasty. It was a famous metropolis in the world at that time. Wuxu stepped on the sheepskin mandala, flew in the air, day and night, and saw this world-famous metropolis at that time in a few days. Thick rammed earth, towering city, dense flow of people inside, houses spread, nine meridians and nine verticals, the weather is rigorous, at a glance there are masters to guide and cultivate. There is also the majestic aura that rises from the palace, assisted by dozens of strong and tyrannical breaths in the capital, wrapped in the inexplicable aura of thousands of creatures in the city, soaring into the sky.

When the majesty of the royal capital was coming. Although Wuxu had entered the cultivation realm of the eighth layer of mortal dust at this moment, he still felt hidden oppression and could not be shaken. When you enter the city, you can see that the streets are wide, the pedestrians are weaving, the people are boiling, the flowers and horses are angry, and the order is orderly, no matter what kind of skin color people and so on, they all follow the rules. Wuxu couldn't help but think of the scene when he entered Beijing for the first time in his previous life. The same is probably the case, a scene of prosperity and harmony in the world. However, after careful inspection, I found that the rules are followed by rank, prosperity is followed by heroism, and harmony is followed by ubiquitous officials.

Walking all the way and looking all the way, looking and thinking all the way, Wuxu decided to appreciate and experience the customs of the capital first. In the past, in the Miaofa Peak of Lushan, after taking Shemoen with the three princes on the dragon and tiger, and then the process of marching like a wild army, there was no experience of roaming in the big cities of the Yuan Dynasty. That little Yinghu city doesn't count. What's more, Yinghu City is a place where local people are powerful and blessed, and where is the land of fish and meat, how can there be the arrogance and prosperity of the capital once and the law is strict? Fortunately, in the Wuxu Sumeru precept, there is no shortage of gold and silver.

It was late at night, and Wuxu, who was half drunk, staggered to a secluded place, but saw a circle of red brick walls, and it was difficult to see the scarlet gate, and the two red silk lanterns were hung high, swaying lightly in the wind, and there were faint bursts of babbling and singing in the wall. Wuxu slapped his thigh, whether you are a five-star hotel or a high-end club, the little monk is still afraid? There is always a place to sleep. He threw out two gold ingots casually, and walked straight in with the two small servants standing on both sides of the gate. The two little servants caught the gold ingots, weighed them in their hands, and while showing a flattering smile, they bowed and led Wuxu to walk in, and asked, "Is the Buddha going to the banquet, or is he coming alone to listen to the girl's song?" When the two little guys heard this, they looked at each other, and they smiled wickedly, it turned out that they were rich drunks, and when they entered this door, who would they kill if they didn't kill you? Suddenly Qi Qi laughed like a woman, "Buddha, since you have a fate tonight, come to our Yueshu Pavilion, why don't you ask Li Cai'er, the flower in the pavilion, to sing a song to the Buddha? ”

Wuxu heard the words of the two singing and harmonizing, and couldn't help laughing, and said secretly, "This kind of trick, the Buddha still doesn't know?" Although he thought like a mirror in his heart, he couldn't stand the words of the two little guys bombarding like bullets in turn, and he didn't listen to the call in his mouth, and answered vaguely. Later, he couldn't stop the noise and said impatiently, "Okay, so be it." The two little guys were like Feng Lunyin, and immediately led Wuxu to a fine room, threw it on the soft couch, and hurriedly walked out.

This moon pavilion is a famous place in Kyoto. There are excellent wines, first-class guest rooms, for guests to stay overnight, and there are also stunning women, singing and dancing, singing and singing all night. The Oiran Li Caier, who was mentioned by the two little guys before, is sixteen years old, can sing and dance, and is as beautiful as a flower. At this moment, however, it was at another banquet hosted by distinguished guests, singing and dancing. Where can I serve a drunk lama again, although the lama has a high status in these years, but can he be higher than those few? The two little guys thought clearly, and directly found a slightly older person, who can get by with singing and dancing, old sister, talk about sharing profits, and take them to the place where Wuxu rests.

Wuxu looked at the woman in the hall, singing and dancing there, while gulping down tea, and his brain gradually became clear. Looking at its singing and dancing, looking at its face, it is also ordinary, Wuxu thought regretfully, but did not say it in his mouth, but secretly sighed that he was drunk, only to see that this woman almost couldn't hold it, no wonder the Buddha asked me to quit drinking. A drunken person is not only distracted and unable to concentrate on cultivation, but is also prone to being deceived and doing all kinds of things that he does not normally want. Amitabha, sins and sins.

Wu thought so in his heart, and when the woman sang and danced, he also politely raised his hands, clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Good, good, good." After speaking, he took out a pearl from the Sumeru ring, flicked his fingers, and sent the pearl to the woman's body in the air. The woman showed a slight discoloration, then shook her head, bowed down and said, "The concubine is an ordinary kabuki, not the famous Li Cai'er. This time to offer ugliness, the master can congratulate each other with a voice, and the concubine is already enough, and she does not dare to receive heavy gifts. ”

Wuxu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, secretly used his mana, lifted the pearl in the air, slowly shot into the woman's hair, and muttered, "Meeting is fate, and pearls are not money." After a song and dance, the night in Kyoto lingers. With that, he turned over and waved his hand, signaling the woman to leave on her own. The woman was also stunned, and after repeating the verses that Wuxu had just recited, she gave a salute to Wuxu, who had already turned around and fell asleep, and floated away.

However, it was said that in another courtyard of Yueshu Pavilion, the lights were bright, and there was a group of people sitting in a courtyard in a staggered manner, and there was a bohemian chuckle from time to time. In the middle of the courtyard, a young girl dressed in white and blue light yarn, with a jade phoenix hairpin on her head, dancing red silk in her hand, is dancing, sometimes like a willow spring breeze, sometimes like a frightening flight in the air, people can see breathlessness and quiet. When the girl stopped, the crowd continued to thunder in response. The girl lowered her head, moved the lotus step lightly, dragged the gauze robe all over the ground, took a few steps forward, and then slowly raised her head, like a moth eyebrows, slightly exposed dimples, and lightly opened her lips, "Cai'er has seen Wang Gongzi and Miss Guo." ”

The young man who was sitting in the middle and was called Wang Gongzi looked at Li Cai'er with a slightly red face and panting in fascination, standing there like a fairy, without a trace of fireworks, half a sound, stroking his palms and laughing, "Sister Cai'er, my dancing skills have improved recently, Abao, I have a surprise once I watch it." Then he pointed to the vacant seat left next to him and said in a loud voice, "Come on, take a seat quickly." Li Cai'er shook her head slightly, and said that she didn't dare to mess with the guests and hosts. Wang Gongzi didn't listen, and insisted on inviting Li Cai'er to sit beside him. Li Caier stood there, just standing there movingly, shy, unwilling to step forward and take a seat.

But I heard the woman sitting on the left side of Wang Gongzi laugh narrowly, "Sister Cai'er, if you don't take a seat, I'm afraid we won't be able to continue the banquet." Everyone laughed and said, "That's right, Miss Cai'er should take a seat quickly." Then Li Cai'er just twisted and pinched, her face was like a peach, and she swayed slightly step by step, and sat down next to the prince who was majestic and had eyes like stars and moons. The prince who was so happy that he called himself Abao, his eyebrows flew and danced, and he laughed.

The feast continued, and a few of the songs and dances passed. After everyone watched Li Caier's singing and dancing, they felt that the rest of them were better than nothing, and the atmosphere suddenly went down. There was a person who staggered to his feet and said, "It is reported that there is a strange woman in the Yueshu Pavilion, who performs the Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance, why don't you call her here and help Yaxing?" As soon as this person said this, the woman who was sitting on the left side of Wang Gongzi who had made fun of Li Cai'er before raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "It turns out that Chahar still has such Yaxing." It's just that Guo Min heard that Mr. He bought the beauty of the Western Regions and performed the magic dance in the mansion every night, why did he come out tonight to enjoy the flowers and the moon, and he was still worried about it?"

This sixteen-day demon dance was originally a ritual handed down by Lamaism, and later, when it arrived at the Yuan Imperial Palace, it was secretly pushed by people with hearts to cater to the royal family, and it gradually evolved into a filthy dance. Among the high-ranking officials and nobles in Kyoto, everyone knows about it, but it is not easy to put it on the table and say it grandly. At this moment, everyone at the banquet couldn't help but be moved when they heard what Chahar, the deputy envoy of the Xuanzheng Yuan, said, if it weren't for the presence of this woman who didn't let Miss Guo with her eyebrows, I am afraid that she would have laughed a long time ago.

Li Cai'er, who was sitting next to Wang Gongzi, saw that everyone at the table showed a "knowing" smile, and saw Guo Min's warm and angry face, got up and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, that sister's name is Zhao Tong, and she is indeed good at performing the Heavenly Demon Dance, but it is a secret ritual in Lamaism. A few days ago, when the old national teacher of Basipa went out of the customs, she went to dance, and it is said that the old national teacher also praised it. "Everyone in the world knows that Pasipa is not a good woman, does not practice joyful Zen, and is respected. As soon as Li Cai'er said this, everyone stopped their dark expressions, sat there with a serious face, and turned their heads to each other. The prince immediately laughed and said, "Even the old national teacher praised the Heavenly Demon Dance, Ah Baoding and you must take a look." So he ordered the little servant who was waiting by his side to invite him. Everyone nodded yes.

After a while, the little guy came back to report and said, "Miss Zhao Tong already has guests here, so it is inconvenient to come." During the banquet, even if there was that kind of gentleman, he jumped up and screamed to take the benefactor out and beat him half to death. The prince raised his hand to stop the noise and said, "Since Miss Zhao Tong can send a message to you, it is still convenient." If you go and ask for it again, you will say that I, Wang Baobao, are here to wait. After a while, the little servant came back sweating profusely, took a piece of letterhead, and presented it to the prince. The woman who claimed to be Guo Min snatched the letterhead and read aloud, "Meeting is fate, and pearls are not money." After a song and dance, the night in Kyoto lingers. Then he laughed and said, "Such verses can please beautiful people." I'm afraid my brother won't be able to invite Miss Natong tonight. ”

As the so-called Buddha quit drinking, there is a deep meaning, and good drinking men must keep it in mind.

Even if you are drunk and sing to yourself, it is inevitable that the verses will be confused.