Tokyo Bianliang, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, was also the most prosperous city in the world at that time.

Since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, after decades of development, Bianliang has become more and more prosperous. In particular, the Great Song Dynasty did not inhibit merchants excessively like other dynasties, and the booming commerce brought unprecedented vitality and prosperity to the entire capital.

The land and waterway leading to Bianjing is full of cars and ships every day. In the past ten years, the world has been peaceful. In the Liao State in the north, the emperor had not long come of age, and he was still a novice with no experience in politics. Over the years, he has recuperated and recuperated, and there has never been major friction with the Great Song Dynasty. As for the bandits in Shuzhong, the Li clan in the northwest who fought and surrendered, and then surrendered and rebelled, can be regarded as a disease of ringworm and scabies, and it is enough to have a single general to guard it, and it is impossible to have much impact on Bianjing.

As a result, Bianjing does not close its gates even at night and imposes a curfew. On the contrary, Bianjing will only really show its prosperous side as an imperial capital at night. The lights of the city looked like stars from afar. The lanterns hung on the cargo ships that come and go on the Bianhe River are connected in a line, like a fire dragon. As for the night market shops, there are countless tiles.

It is the fireworks season, and the suburbs of Bianjing are also full of spring. On a small road not far from the official road, three people were walking. Looking at the combination of these three people, it is really strange.

One in front and one in the back, two middle-aged monks. One was fat, with a round belly, and a fist clenched up like a punching bag. The one in front of him was as thin as a hemp stalk, and the two arms looked like firewood for a fire.

These two monks are very far apart, and the only thing they have in common is probably the gray and tattered monk's robes on their bodies.

If it's just these two monks, that's fine. Now all schools of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism can develop on their own, and the imperial court will not forcibly intervene. Therefore, it is nothing to see one or two ascetics on the way.

But there was a woman among the two monks, which was a bit surprising. Looking at the appearance of these three people, it seems that they are all the way. Look at this woman, she is tall, about eighteen or nineteen years old. In this era, it is already considered "old". But the girl had red lips and white teeth, and the skin on her cheeks was delicate and fair. A green silk curled up casually, covering half of his face.

Look at her appearance, she is indeed a delicate and wonderful woman. And she is tall, dressed in emerald green clothes, tightly wrapped in a delicate undulating carcass, which looks even more charming and moving.

The only thing that was a little strange was that the woman's half of her cheek, which was covered by her hair, was faintly exposed with a white cloth, which seemed to be wrapped in gauze. You can also guess it from the loop of gauze around the neck.

The three strange-looking people did not choose to take the official road with many people, but walked along the path at the foot of the mountain, but did not attract too many people's attention.

The three of them walked all the way, still talking all the way. I only heard the woman in the middle say crisply: "I didn't expect you to be bold." Don't you know that my brother Chen Ao has also come to the capital?"

The thin monk in front of him smiled and said, "What about Chen Ao? Why should my senior brothers be afraid of him?"

The girl smiled and said, "Oh, Master Yiku, your mouth is better than your feet." When my brother Chen Ao was in Haixian, you could only avoid it from afar. I finally arrived at Shaolin Temple, and when I saw my brother Chen Ao, I ran away non-stop. Now that Brother Chen Ao has become the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance and has come to the capital again, won't you run away?"

The fat monk behind him smiled innocently and said, "Little girl, you are wrong." It's not that we're afraid of your brother Chen Ao. Hmph, if it weren't for Su Zhuo and Jingchen, these two people would be really amazing. How could we be as embarrassed as we are today?"

The girl smiled brighter and said, "Yes, yes, Master Yirong, what you said is really good." As soon as you saw Mr. Su, you didn't even dare to show your face, and ran away non-stop. When I saw Master Pure Dust again, I found that I couldn't beat it, so I quickly slipped away. It's not that I'm afraid of my big brother Chen!haha......"

The fat monk named Yirong was stunned, and his face was red. The thin monk also sneered and said, "Senior brother, I said a long time ago that I should slaughter this stinky girl, and the roots of her ears should be clean!"

Yirong hurriedly shook his hands and said, "No, my Buddha is merciful, how can I create more karma for killing? Senior brother, have you forgotten our senior disciple? Isn't it because the Zen heart is not strong, and the killing is too heavy, so that the merit is lost, and there is no place to bury the dead? Amitabha, the sin and sin ...... are sins?"

Yi Ku snorted coldly and scolded: "Amitabha is a fart Buddha! The little junior brother still has the word Buddha in his heart, so he has not been able to achieve great things." If he can truly act alone, without Buddha and self, how can he be defeated by Su Zhuo?"

Yirong frowned and said, "Senior brother's words are wrong. There are all kinds of laws in the world, and how can people live in the world and not follow them carelessly? Even though we are monks, we should follow the usual rules in whatever we do. The junior brother is because he is too shocking to do things, so that he will be criticized. This can be seen from the self-proclaimed Dharma name. ”

Yikuen pursed his lips, very disapproving. The dispute between the two was fierce, and the girl who first caused this dispute was smiling and happy to watch the play.

The three of them argued as they walked forward. Suddenly, there was a slight "click" in front of me. All three of them were deaf and clear-sighted, and the slightest sound could hardly be hidden from their ears. The three of them suddenly stopped arguing and looked forward.

I saw a figure faintly visible in the forest. This person is dressed as a student and wears a square scarf, but he also has a bit of a chic bearing. But he hung upright on the branch, and it turned out that he was hanging!

The woman was startled, and was about to run over to save people, but suddenly thought of these two monks, so she had to pause again, and said to the fat monk Yirongyang: "Master, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter." Why don't you hurry up and save people?"

Yirong nodded again and again: "It should be, it should be." ”

Yiku said coldly: "Hmph, it's just nonsense." If you save someone's life, you can't make a floating massacre, but you will cause trouble!"

Although he said this, he did not stop his junior brother. Thinking about it, I feel that this matter is not a big deal, and there is no need to fight with my junior brother to the death.

Yirong didn't wait for him to finish, and his body jumped out at once. is dexterous, not at all like a fat man with a fat body. Yirong rushed to the front and stretched out his hand to put his hand on the foot of the hanged young scholar. The man seemed to leap into the clouds, and suddenly jumped to a high place, and his neck also came out of the rope sleeve.

Fortunately, the man had just hanged himself, and before he had tasted death, he screamed in surprise and fell from a height.

At this time, the girl and the thin monk Yikun also came close and looked at the scholar. I saw that this person had a delicate face, was not very old, and his eyes were full of smart luster. It's just that this look in his eyes is a little melancholy at the moment, and because he fell, he looks very embarrassed.

The girl couldn't help but ask, "Childe, why are you hanging yourself here?"

Yirong also said: "Yes, God has the virtue of a good life. The donor should not have harmed himself like this. ”

The scholar coughed twice and said, "What do you care about me...... " He said as his eyes rolled around the faces of the three men in front of him. When I saw the girl, I couldn't help but light up in my eyes.