Liu Tugou walked out of the gate of the post house alone, looked around, and saw that Dou Honglian was gone.

He smiled freely, and did not take the official road, but only walked leisurely between the fields, and traveled south with a knife.

As far as the eye can see, you can already faintly see a magnificent city, and the huge blue-black outline alone is already a magnificent scenery like a mountain.

Jingzhao Mansion, Longting County, Zhongzhou, the capital of the first good, the residence of the Son of Heaven, and the central city of the 54 states of Huanghuang in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

After walking for five or six miles in a hurry, seeing that the northern wall of Jingzhaofu City was becoming more and more towering, Liu Tugou suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the left front, that is, the southeast direction, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Following his line of sight, a huge contingent of chaotic and devastated troops appeared under the city wall.

The procession was mixed with all kinds of chariots, horses and pedestrians, including rangers whistling on horses, green-shirted scribes driving ox carts slowly, brocade-clothed nobles riding tall and rich chariots, and farmers and merchants wearing coarse cloth clothes and carrying fruits and vegetables groceries.

This strange team walked and stopped along the city wall from east to west, stretching for miles from head to end, and there were constantly cars and horses and pedestrians along the way, bustling and lively.

Seeing this, Liu Tugou couldn't help but be curious, and immediately quickened his pace, not seeing how to behave, his steps were calm but faster than the galloping horse, attracting people's attention.

Moments later, he had run to the left of the chaotic procession, and in a moment, his figure was gone, and he disappeared from the eyes of nearby passers-by.

Not far away, an ox cart creaked along the inside of the procession.

There are some books and fruits scattered on the car, and the driver is a middle-aged scarf scribe, although the appearance is ordinary, but the attitude is lazy and has his own temperament, which is quite different from the common scholars who drive and study on the official road.

The scarf scribe inadvertently turned his head, and suddenly saw a black-clothed young man on foot with a knife on the side of the ox cart, his face was pale, his eyes were bright, and there was a red vertical mark on his eyebrows, which was actually bloodstained Fang Gan.

As if noticing his gaze, the black-clothed young man turned his head and grinned at him: "This gentleman, when I first arrived in Beijing, I saw so many people walking around the city, I don't know why?"

A look of surprise flashed in the scarf scribe's eyes, then he smiled heartily and beckoned to the black-clothed young man: "Young man, get in the car." ”

The young man in black was none other than Liu Tugou, and when he heard this, he jumped up, sat on the cart with his back to the scarf scribe, and looked at the crowd behind the ox cart with playful eyes.

The scarf scribe turned his head slightly, glanced at the young man who was respectful but backward, and then turned forward again, with no unswerving look on his face, and said again: "The city of Jingzhaofu is divided into two counties, Chang'an and Wannian, and today is the day when the new Chang'an County Commander takes up his new post. ”

"Oh, can there be such a big pomp when a county magistrate takes office?"

The scribe of the scarf laughed: "Chang'an is not comparable to the ordinary seven-grade county governance, even if the six-grade officials come to be the county commander, it is considered an exceptional appointment, and it is not uncommon to have a five-grade county guard, and the local county guard is naturally extremely grand when he goes to the post, but there are many five-grade officials in the Beijing Division, and they are not worth much, how can there be such pomp?"

He paused, didn't sell Guanzi, and continued: "This Chang'an County Order, originally the county order of Jing'an County, Yuzhang County, Jiangzhou in the south, surnamed Yu, somehow got the blue eyes of Ao Mang, who was a powerful minister of the court, first was exceptionally promoted to the county under Yuzhang County, and within a few months, he was called into the Beijing Division, and he became the county lord of Chang'an County. That's not all, but a strange thing happened on his way to Beijing, and before he arrived, his reputation was the first to coax the Beijing teacher. ”

There was a slight ridicule in the words of the scribe of the scarf, even when he called Ao Mang's name and surname, it was not unnatural at all, and he was quite a bit crazy.

Liu Tugou didn't care about this, raised his arm and twisted his waist to stretch his muscles, and asked, "Strange thing?"

It is said that there is a local monk in Jing'an County, who was originally a close friend of Yu County, and he was afraid that his friend would be lonely on the way to Beijing, so he was willing to escort him. It didn't matter if he didn't send it, not only did people follow, but he also demolished his own temple and boarded the boat with a stone reclining Buddha in the temple. Along the way, the boat carries the car, every time you meet the place where Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, the high monk will exert his divine power, please rest for a while on the reclining Buddha, the world sees this, there are many worships and worships, pious refuge, many have placed the place of the reclining Buddha, and now they are building a large number of buildings, building a temple jungle. ”

The scribe of the square scarf seemed to be familiar with himself, and talked with great interest: "Like you, a young man, the high monk also came to Beijing today, but did not enter the city, but declared that he would go around the city for a week to find a final place for the reclining Buddha. ”

He pointed to the cars and horses and pedestrians around him: "These people are all walking in front, opening the way for the monks to protect the Dharma, well, there are many people who simply want to see the excitement." ”

Liu Tugou listened, and somehow remembered the more than a dozen monks and thousands of people who were swallowed by the monstrous river at the foot of Tianmen Mountain...... Hey, these Buddhists are really speechless.

He said suddenly: "Then I don't know what Mr. is here for? Look at the few rangers riding white horses in front of the car, and then look at the old vegetable farmer on the right side of the car, who walks tremblingly and has thick calluses, and the dozen or so merchants who push the cart and sell dates behind the car, so many masters come to accompany you to watch the excitement?"

The scribe of the square scarf laughed when he heard this, and then shook his head and said: "What is there to see a little lively, I came to see people, ordinary people envy Buddhism, but I know that the person who is located in the county is the real transcendent person, and because he is jealous, he almost died young!"

After that, he looked at him with a strange look: "As for you, little brother, it is an unexpected joy today, and it is worth the trip." ”

This person is also strange, he dares to call Ao Mang by his name, and when he mentions the newly arrived Chang'an County Commander, he respectfully calls him Yu County.

At this moment, someone at the back of the team suddenly shouted: "The monk and the Buddha car have stopped, everyone should not go forward!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and most of them hurriedly turned around and returned, disturbing and shouting: "Didn't you say that you want to go around the city, why did you choose it in only half a circle?"

There is no shortage of people shouting in response: "What is the noise, the monk has his own reason, if he chooses, he has chosen, and it is important for me to go to the shrine soon!"

In the chaos, only the people pointed out by Liu Tugou were unmoved, and firmly protected the ox cart driven by the scarf scribe against the current.

"Don't you want to see?"

The scarf scribe shook his head: "People have seen it, and I don't worship the Buddha." ”

Liu Tugou nodded, stood up and jumped off the ox cart, turned around and hugged his fists and said: "Thank you Mr. for solving my doubts, I am a layman, I like to watch the excitement, so I will leave!"

The scarf scribe did not look back, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, we will meet in the future." ”

Seeing this, Liu Tugou just smiled silently, turned his head and left very freely, and did not take the opportunity to ask the other party's identity and surname.

He chose to provoke this middle-aged scribe, but he only saw that he was not an ordinary person, and it was just a whim, and he had no intention of making friends in his heart.

"Hey, second master, I will enter Beijing this time, whether I want to stir up the wind and rain whether I want to or not, and naturally no one will know it, and it may not be worse than the so-called monk. Do you have a day to meet? But I don't know what the next time we meet, it's funny to think about. ”

In the crowd of people who turned back, the young man in black stepped forward.

His surroundings soon became empty, and all the cars and pedestrians avoided it, consciously or unconsciously, as if it were not a weak-looking young man, but a dangerous reef that could capsize any boat.

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