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Chapter 21 Xuanzhen Taoist Name Song Lian (seeking investment)
It was cloudy and rainy just now, and it was snowing again in a short while.

The north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks, and Hutian has snow in August. Now there is plenty of rain and snow in the north of Dayuan, with hail and white snow taking turns. It is not uncommon to snow in the morning, scorching sun at noon, and heavy rain at night. .

Not long after Chen Sijiu and Peng Yingyu rode their horses, there was a slew of snow from the sky. Fortunately, it was only light snow spots, but it seemed that the rain and snow were about to fall heavily.

Chen Sijiu asked: "Little monk, is there a place to rest in front?"

Peng Yingyu looked around with her eyes wide open, pointed to the hill in front of her and said, "There is a lama called on the hillside, and the corpse I got on the bullock cart yesterday was going to be sold to them for retting. If you want to rest , can only go there."

Chen Sijiu looked forward, the lama was summoned halfway up the mountain, at least three miles away from here, Wangshan ran dead horses, if he wanted to go to the lama's summon, at least half an hour, he would be there right now. No longer cherishing the horsepower, he frantically whipped the horse's buttocks with a horsewhip, and ran towards the lama.

Strange to say.

There is sleet and sleet here, but the sky on Lama Zhaona Mountain is clear and cloudless, and the sky is blue.

Dozens of vultures hover over the temple.

On the mountainside, many ragged slaves, like wriggling ants, were climbing up from the foot of the mountain with stones and logs on their backs, lying on their hands and feet with dogs, and struggling upward along the half slope.

The vultures danced wildly, waiting excitedly for the mouth slaves to die, so that they could fall from the sky and tear their battered carcasses.

Lamazhao on the mountainside, the blue brick and white pagoda, in which there is a huge Buddhist niche enshrining a glaring Bodhisattva, majestic and ferocious, looking down from the top of the mountain to the ants struggling to survive like weeds at the foot of the mountain.

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

And they have escaped until now, but there is no pursuer from Ha Ma behind them, it should be Long Jiao who stopped him, he couldn't help thinking in his heart that he would definitely repay Long Jiao if he had the opportunity in the future.

Strange to say, the sky has nine levels, and the earth has nine seclusions.

As soon as Chen Sijiu and Peng Yingyu arrived at the foot of the Lamazhao Mountain, it began to rain and sleet. .

The wild snow danced wildly.

Mixed with the whistling mountain wind, sand and rocks flying at the foot of the mountain, mixed snow and rain fell together, and the surrounding area was suddenly white. Fortunately, at the foot of the mountain, there were several sheepfolds made of red willows, hay, mud and stones. The lama called the monk's cattle and sheep pen on the mountain, and all the trapped pedestrians hid here to avoid the wind and rain.

This place is very close to the official road, so it is not so safe.

Chen Sijiu pulled the reins of the horse, curled up against the corner of the cow pen, looked back at the passers-by who were hiding here, there were Han people in ragged clothes, who seemed to be serfs called by the lama on the mountainside, and there were also thinly dressed, working hard The Shanxi peddler who is protecting his peddler, his boots seem to have been robbed, his bare feet, chapped and purple, he is holding his peddler like a mother-in-law, looking around vigilantly while shivering , Neck retracted into the collar to resist the biting cold.

There are also a few Mongolians wearing Mongolian robes, but they are also blue and purple, and their cheekbones are red. It seems that the herdsmen who are wearing tents are probably the princes of the Mongolian Golden Family. It was black and shiny, and the frozen black purple skin was exposed at the tattered leather boots under his feet.

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

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

The stench in the cow pen was overwhelming, mixed with the feces of cattle and sheep, the smell of sweat from people who hadn't bathed for a long time, and an inexplicable smell of meat, which seemed to be the smell of corpses.

As soon as he came in, the passers-by in the cattle pen who were sheltering from the rain and snow all stared at him warily.

Dayuan was an era without Gangchang ethics.

Ceremony breaks music, big fists are kings, small fists are slaves.

Mongol princes, Semu businessmen, Buddhist monks and lamas, and great landlords of the Han people 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 brutal than the bandit soldiers.

"Here is wine and dry food."

Chen Sijiu handed the wine bag and dry food to those Han serfs, but they stared wide-eyed, curled up in the corner of the wall and shook their heads repeatedly, holding their shoulders and turning their heads, not daring to look at Chen Sijiu.

This……

Chen Sijiu handed the wine pouch and dry food to the peddler again, but the peddler reacted even more, he took out a hatchet from behind, pointed at him and asked tremblingly: "You, what are you going to do? !?"

Chen Sijiu shook his head helplessly.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, we see that you are hungry and cold, so I bring some dry food and strong wine to warm you up."

As he said that he took a mouthful of the dry food, drank another mouthful of wine bag spirits, and passed the food to them, everyone in the cattle pen was still a little puzzled, but in the end it was the Mongolian herdsmen who took the food and spirits. Chen Sijiu thanked her repeatedly.

They divided the food evenly, and one of them took a big gulp of wine, and then reluctantly passed the wine bag and food to others. A few Mongolians took the lead, and the people in the cattle pen were no longer so lifeless and guarded each other. He snatched the food, especially the trembling peddler from before, like a vicious dog rushing for food, grabbed the wine bag and took a few mouthfuls, then sneaked a sneak peek at Chen Sijiu to see if he will be angry.

Chen Sijiu sighed slightly in his heart.

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

Look at today's Dayuan.

Not to mention Yingzhou, even the Jin Kingdom established by the Jurchens can’t compare to it, the common people are really inferior to pigs and dogs, cattle and sheep can live with some dignity under the rule of Dayuan, how many people in this cattle pen can live Like a "person"?
He bowed his body and was about to get out of the cowshed, but a young man timidly tugged at his leg among the few Han slaves who drove him away. Years old, with a dull face and dull eyes, his lips were blue and purple, his face was pale with cold, and he pointed behind him.

"Ok?"

Chen Sijiu turned around with a frown, bowed to look, and there was a Chinese slave lying on the ground, only about ten years old, with only a pair of linen trousers on his body, and his whole body was covered with scars from being whipped, pulled out by the whip The wound will not bleed, it has been frozen black and purple, and it is very scary when it is rolled up.

The boy closed his eyes tightly and his mouth grew slightly, as if he was in a sound sleep.

"Master Dao, please save him."

The Hannu who pulled Chen Sijiu whispered.

Chen Sijiu squinted his eyes, shook his head and said, "He's already dead."

Hearing the words, the Hannu who pulled him opened his mouth slightly, and a trace of pain flashed in his colorless eyes. In the end, he didn't say anything, but lowered his head and hugged his knees and retreated to the corner of the wall.

Chen Sijiu didn't know what to say.

At this time, in the corner of the bullpen, a voice sighed slightly: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, fellow Taoist, are you from the Quanzhen sect?"

Chen Sijiu turned his head to look, it was dark inside, and there were a lot of people. He looked carefully and saw a Confucian scholar dressed as a Taoist sitting cross-legged in the southeast corner of the cattle pen. The reason why he is said to be a Confucian scholar dressed as a Taoist priest , because although he was wearing a Taoist robe, he was wearing a Confucian square scarf on his head. He was hiding in a corner, unable to see his face clearly, only his clear eyes could be seen.

"Fellow Daoists, greetings."

Chen Sijiu made seals with both hands, showing the seal of the Heavenly Master.

The Confucian student dressed as a Taoist also returned a salute, and said in amazement: "It turned out to be the Taoist priest of Tiefeng Mountain in Liaoyang. I am Song Lian, who studied under the immortal teacher of Xianhua Mountain, and his Taoist name is Xuanzhenzi."

He said with a low sigh: "Fellow Daoist, you really have the heart of a celestial master to pity them. Unfortunately, there are countless people in the world who need mercy. Even if you can save them for a while, you can't save them forever."

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

The status of Confucian scholars in Dayuan was low, nine Confucianists and ten beggars, so many Confucian scholars like to pretend to be Taoist priests, or become monks, or go to brothel theaters to be green-capped men, especially Taoist priests.

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

Chen Sijiu sneered, you can't save others for a while, it's all within your power, what's the long-term?
According to the words of the second master, this kind of Confucian scholars who talk about harming the country should all be killed.

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

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

(End of this chapter)