Honghuang on the tip of the tongue

"Boss, here's an omelet." Two people, one big and one young, appeared in front of the cake stand.

Seeing the children in ragged clothes, the adult frowned tightly, and said in a disgusted tone, "Boss, what's going on?"

"Go away, don't block here, it will affect my business!" The stall owner hurriedly chased people away, and smiled at the customers in a blink of an eye, "My lord, the little one has already driven them away."

The other party rolled his eyes, waved his hand impatiently, threw out a few coins, and said fiercely, "Your reward."

Immediately, the boss laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, and spread out an omelet with his hands and feet.

I didn't want the big one to take the omelette and not eat it, but held it in both hands, and handed it to the kid next to him respectfully, with a completely different flattery on his face: "Master, eat it while it's hot."

Fei Yi twitched her lips: She thought she was so majestic, but she turned out to be just a slave.

At the same time, he was a little puzzled: the servant looks like a typical Yuren, but the little master doesn't look like a local, what's going on?

The child took the omelet, took a few bites, and seemed to want to eat it again, so he threw it on the ground.

The omelette was still steaming just out of the oven, but there was a hole in the corner.

Fei Yi frowned slightly: "What a waste."

Rong Ze's always sunny face is now like the gloomy sky before the storm.

He couldn't see anyone wasting food, especially this kind of intentional discarding of food.

"Aze?"

When he recovered, he realized that Fei Yi was looking at him worriedly.Taking a deep breath, he twitched the corners of his mouth: "...it's okay."

Fei Yi was about to say that it's okay, but your face was darker than the iron pan of the pancake, when he heard the sound of "clang", he was startled, followed the sound, and was stunned again.

The vagrants who had been chased away by the omelet stall owner just now came back at some point, wrestling into a ball, fighting for the discarded omelette.

Pedestrians passing by were not surprised by this, and no one tried to persuade them to fight.

In the end, the tallest and strongest boy was victorious. He walked away triumphantly with an omelette in his mouth, while the other children stared at his back, but did not dare to step forward.

At a young age, I have already experienced the injustice and suffering in the world.

Among them was a thin little girl, hugging her knees and weeping silently.She was the first to pick up the omelette, but because she was weak, she couldn't protect it in the end.

Her grandma hasn't eaten for two days.

"Here you are." She looked up blankly, tears still hanging on her chapped face.

The tempting aroma of eggs penetrated into the nostrils, and in front of him was a handsome big brother.

Just at this time, a gust of wind blew, and the sun passed through the clouds, falling into Rong Ze's bright eyes, as if hiding the most precious treasure under the sun.

It was like a scene where a god descended, which she will never forget in her life.

The girl was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed the freshly baked omelet, turned around and ran away at a very fast speed.

Fei Yi clicked his tongue: "Hey, I've heard that Yuren can run fast. Seeing him today, he's really extraordinary."

Rong Ze gave him an annoyed look, and the latter quickly covered his mouth, and said in a low voice, "I understand, I'll shut up."

Rong Ze was amused and helpless, and in the end he just let out a long sigh, and said to the owner of the omelet stall: "Boss, please bring me another five...ten omelets."

The stall owner looked at him strangely, and suddenly said: "The customer has just come to Yu Minguo, right?"

"How do you know?" Fei Yi always joins in wherever there is excitement, and now he joins in again, without the slightest sense of being disgusted by others.

The stall owner shook his head, his eyes flicked across the waifs with bruised noses and swollen faces, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

Fei Yi asked again, but he just buried his head in pancakes, and refused to answer anyway.

Rong Ze raised his brows slightly, thoughtfully.

***

After such a delay, the little soldier who was leading the way did not know where he went.Fortunately, they knew the name of the posthouse, so they decided to inquire about it along the way.

On the way, Rong Ze noticed that there were many temples, all of which seemed to be newly built, magnificent and imposing, but the style was different from the temples he had seen before.

"Why are they all temples of the Western religion?" Fei Yi had a look of disgust on his face, "Pooh", and said bluntly, "It's really bad luck."

"Western religion?" Rong Ze was stunned.

He was vaguely aware of the grievances between Western religion and Taoism before, but the Yumin Kingdom belonged to the Heavenly Court. Logically speaking, within the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court, one should believe in Taoism.

Of course, the Heavenly Court did not stipulate that it is not allowed to believe in Western religions.However, it is relatively rare for the whole country to believe in the gods of the West like this, and most of them appear on the border with the West.

It is said that the ancestor of Yu Minguo was still a fellow disciple who listened to Taoism in Zixiao Palace with Sanqing back then. He was born in an orthodox Taoist school, but his descendants actually believed in Western religion. This is really puzzling.

"The Erbashen is really good, so I didn't say such important news earlier." Fei Yi's face was not very good-looking, "If we had known this, we shouldn't have entered the city."

The grievances between the Three Religions and the Western Religion have a long history. It is impossible to test how this beam was formed in the first place, but it is an indisputable fact that the sects of the two sects look at each other and hate each other.

Rong Ze didn't say anything, he was not a serious disciple of explaining education, so it's not good to comment on it.It's just that he vaguely felt that things didn't seem that simple——

After all, the Erbashen are official gods belonging to the Heavenly Court, so how could they befriend the pagan Yuren?

Or did they not know that Yuren believed in Western religion?

As soon as this idea popped up, his heart pounded. Looking at the newly built Western temples, the word "Chuan" formed between his brows.

A group of people turned from the main road to a remote path. The surrounding houses were obviously dilapidated, and the road was full of sewage and filth, making it difficult to get off.

Seeing clearly the words on the dilapidated wooden signboard, Fei Yi was struck by lightning, with disbelief written all over his face: "This is the Wufu Posthouse?"

Rong Ze didn't expect that the posthouse where they were arranged to live was actually a dilapidated building. Looking at the tiles on the roof, they couldn't find a single piece of them, and the walls were also peeled off, pitted and mottled.

Someone asked with a glimmer of hope: "Could it just be a duplicate name?"

"Who is it?" While speaking, the door of the post house was opened from the inside, and an elderly feather man protruded from the inside, the creases on his face were not much smoother than the outer wall of the post house.

"Old man, is there only one Wufu Posthouse in this city?" Fei Yi asked hopefully.

"What?" The old man didn't hear clearly, and asked loudly with a blank face, "Are you new guests?"

Fei Yi had no choice but to repeat at the top of his voice: "I mean, is there only this Wufu Inn in this city?"

"Wufu Station? Of course there is only one." The old man finally understood and gave a desperate answer.

"..." Fei Yi took a deep breath and turned to Rong Ze, "Ah Ze, do you think there is still time for us to leave now?"

***

After all, everyone still stayed at the Wufu Inn, because they heard that they came from Kunlun Mountain, and the innkeepers in the city said one after another, sorry that our house has no room, or you should change the place.

That's all for one family, but they even went to four or five inns and got the same answer. Even the dullest people can find the clues.

"Damn it!" Fei Yi stomped his feet, the red hair on his head flew into the sky, obviously very angry, "Why don't they let us live?"

"Maybe it's because we are preaching?" Someone sighed, "People here all believe in Western religion, so it's strange that we get good looks."

In fact, as long as they conceal their origins, they may not be able to stay in the inn, but for this group of proud disciples of Chanjiao, this is undoubtedly a shame. They would rather live in the dilapidated Wufu Inn than hide their identities and enjoy the softness of the inn. big bed.

This is a matter of principle!

So, everyone had no choice but to return to the Wufu Posthouse in dejection.

It turned out that the old man was still there. When he saw them, he showed a mysterious smile: "How about it, young man, are you going to live now?"

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Rong Ze patted Fei Yi's shoulder to show comfort, smiled at the old man, and said softly: "Old man, please show us the way."

"What?" the old man put his hand next to his ear and asked at the top of his voice.

"..." Forgot about this.

***

If you insist on using an idiom to describe this post house, it must be "exterior and interior are the same".

Like its mottled walls, leaky roof and crumbling signboard, the interior decoration of the post house is outdated, and it is said to be the style that was popular 150 years ago.Rong Ze comforted Fei Yi: "At least it shows that this building is still quite solid, and it can still be used after 150 years."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud noise from above his head, and dust fell from the ceiling.

"Probably the tiles fell off, it's okay, it's not a big problem." The old man said calmly.

Everyone: "..."

It was very frustrating.

Although the post house is dilapidated, there are quite a lot of rooms, but because of years of disrepair, serious rain leakage, or being occupied by rats, it has become a territory of dark creatures.

They cleaned up a few bedrooms that were barely fit for people, and reinforced them with spells. Finally, they don't have to worry about the tragedy of falling tiles from happening again.

Rong Ze and Fei Yi share a room, this is not only because the room is not enough, but also because of safety considerations.

There is only one bed in the room, which is naturally reserved for Rong Ze.

As for Flying Wing, I took out a futon from the portable space, sat cross-legged on it, and started today's homework.

It's not too late now, it's about half past midnight, there's still some time before the sun goes down, and it's not time for meal, being idle and bored, Rong Ze plans to go out for a stroll.

He glanced at Fei Yi who was meditating, hesitated for a moment, thought that he would just walk around, there should be no danger in this country, so he decided not to disturb his cultivation.

The whole post house was quiet, and the wooden floor creaked, like the sound effect in a horror movie.

Walking out of the small building cautiously, he was slightly taken aback.

The old man was lying on a rocking chair, basking in the sun in the courtyard, with his eyes closed, his body rocking back and forth with the rocking chair, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

He tiptoed past the old man, not wanting the other party to suddenly reach out and clamp his arm like lightning.

He was so frightened that his heart almost flew out of his throat. Just as he was about to call out for help, the old man said slowly, "Get out?"

"Yes, yes," at this moment, Rong Ze's mind was still confused, and he didn't know what he had said, "Go out for a stroll."

"Go shopping, take a look, maybe you can find something interesting."

After saying that, the old man let go of his hand, lay down again, and closed his eyes tightly, as if nothing happened.

Rong Ze walked out of the post house in a daze, his beating heart gradually returned to normal.

There was a crowd gathering ahead, and the clamor drew his full attention.

He took a closer look and found that the center of the crowd was surrounded by two foreigners dressed in silk. One of them was lying on a table, registering something with a pen, and the other was in charge of collecting money.

"Uncle, ask me, what are you doing?" Rong Ze asked a middle-aged man at the end of the line.

The other party was dressed plainly, even shabby, his face was covered with traces of time, and his bony and thick hands were tightly holding a cloth bag.

He glanced at Rong Ze and said in a low voice, "Please ask the statue."

It was only then that Rong Ze discovered that after the people paid the money, the other party would give them a statue of a figure, which must be the so-called statue of a god.

The people who invited the statue were all beaming, hugged it solemnly in their arms, and thanked the two people who distributed the statue before leaving.

Rong Ze didn't have much research on sculptures, and obviously found that the workmanship of those god statues was rough, and the colors on them were not evenly applied.

But even so, there are still a steady stream of people joining the line of "inviting the statues". Judging by the posture of the line, it can be compared to the opening of an Internet celebrity milk tea shop in later generations.

This person is so respectful of Western religion?

Rong Ze was taken aback, and wanted to continue asking questions, when he heard the noise coming from ahead.

After asking, it turns out that today's [-] statues have been delivered, and I want to ask early tomorrow.

Those people who failed to obtain the statues were dejected and refused to leave for a long time.Someone said unwillingly: "Mystery, please be accommodating, I have been waiting in line for many days."

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the people also followed suit. One said that he would get up and line up before dawn every day, and the other said that he would not be able to invite the statue this time, and he was afraid that he would be scolded by his mother-in-law when he returned home.

Some people even stopped those who were lucky enough to invite the statue, saying that they would pay double the price to buy the statue, but no one was willing to sell it.

Rong Ze was dumbfounded, wondering if this is inviting idols or buying Internet celebrity milk tea, and even engaged in hunger marketing, and there are so many people cheering?

Just for a rough wooden statue, as for?

He couldn't help but ask the uncle just now: "Uncle, is this statue very effective?"

"Of course!" The uncle said decisively, clasping his hands together in front of his chest, "Gods of the West bless you, you are safe and sound, the wild beasts have subsided, and everything is going well."

wild beast?

Rong Ze caught the key word, raised his eyebrows, and hurriedly asked: "You mean, this idol can deal with mad beasts?"

The uncle nodded vigorously, and said reverently: "Many people have seen it. When the statue came out, all the beasts ran away..."

After listening to the uncle's narration, Rong Ze knew why the local people believed in Western religion so much.

It turned out that at the beginning, Yu Minguo also believed in Taoism.At the beginning of the outbreak of the crazy beast tide, Yu Minuo was hit by the beast tide several times. Later, some believers who claimed to be from the west took action to solve the beast tide for them.

The beast tide receded, but these people did not leave. They claimed that they could stay away from the beast tide by believing in the Western religion, and vigorously promoted the teachings of the Western religion in the local area.

In fact, not many people believed in it at first.Until one time, suddenly a berserk beast rushed into the city, killing many people.

In the end, the disciples of the Western sect brought in a god statue. Under the eyes of everyone, a divine light shot out from the forehead of the god statue, killing the berserk beast with one blow.

Since then, most of the Yu people have turned to believe in Western religion, and the statue of the god who has made great achievements was invited to the palace. The kingdom specially ordered a temple to be built for it, and it is worshiped by incense every day.

At the same time, the Western religion built temples in the Yumin country, and the status of the Western religion disciples also increased. It is said that even the king had to be polite and worship the "great god" who came from the West.

As for the local people, they firmly believe in the Western religion. This queuing up and spending a lot of money to buy the statue is just the tip of the iceberg. Some people even want to donate money to the temple in exchange for the so-called "safety talisman".

After hearing this story, Rong Ze frowned slightly, feeling quite uncomfortable:

Since the outbreak of the beast horde, Heavenly Court and the Three Sects have sent personnel to the prehistoric places to rescue them, but no one is like the Western Sect, who asks for rewards for helping.

Besides, this is no longer a simple repayment of favor.

The local people used to live a prosperous life and live and work in peace and contentment, but since they believed in the Western religion, they donated all their hard-earned money to the Western religion to build temples and enrich the pockets of the members of the religion.

He also heard that some people were punished that night because they failed to pay the incense money in time and failed to ask for the blessing of the gods. The mad beasts appeared from nowhere and wreaked havoc, destroying their houses and making them homeless .

After this kind of thing happened several times, everyone was afraid, even if they sold their sons and daughters, they had to put up the money, otherwise what awaited them would be a catastrophe.

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The hands hanging by the sides were clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of the hands were bulging, revealing the master's anger.

No wonder I saw many ragged vagrants on the street. They used to be children of good families, but because they couldn't pay the "protection fee", their families were ruined and they could only live on the streets.

"……Big brother?"

Rong Ze came back to his senses, only to realize that the crowd queuing up to invite the statue had dispersed at some point, and the thin voice was somewhat familiar.

Looking down, it turned out to be the little girl I met earlier.

The girl was so thin that her chin was pointed, her eyes looked bigger, and the eyes were full of worry, which did not match her age.

Rong Ze reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, and reached out to touch the girl's hair.

But she dodged shyly, refusing to let the fairy-like big brother in front of her touch her dirty hair.

Rong Ze squatted down and looked at the girl with his eyes: "little sister, why are you here?"

He remembered that the last time he met a girl was some distance away from here.

The girl's voice was thin and weak, which made people feel distressed.She stretched out her arm thinner than a bamboo pole, pointed in a certain direction, and said, "The temple there is giving out porridge, so I'll go to line up."

Only then did Rong Ze realize that she was holding a broken bowl in her arms like a baby.

The picture in front of him coincided with the people holding the statue, and he was in a daze.

He took a deep breath, resisted the soreness in his nasal cavity, squeezed out a smile, and said, "Stop queuing up, brother will take you to dinner."

The line waiting for the porridge handout is very long, and I don't know what year and month it will take to get there.

But the little girl shook her head, and said softly: "No need." She had already been favored by her big brother once, so she couldn't trouble him again and again.

Facing the serious face, Rong Ze blinked hard, and said: "Okay, then I will line up with you."

While queuing up, Rong Ze found out that the temples of Western religions occasionally give out porridge, which is euphemistically called "Delivering All Living Beings", and Western religions have won a lot of reputation for this.

He raised his eyebrows: How can this Western religion be so kind?

When he finally got to the front of the queue, he realized that the so-called porridge was just a pot of clear soup, and the rice grains in it were not as many as the people in the queue.

Rong Ze was about to be laughed out of anger: The porridge is so thin, the rice is also old rice, mixed with suspicious grains, these people are ashamed to say that they are giving porridge?

Looking at the girl again, she is not surprised, as if this is only natural.

She carefully guarded the thin rice soup in the bowl, moved her mouth to the edge of the bowl, took a sip, and smiled contentedly: "This time the porridge is thicker than last time."

The author has something to say: Cough, please don’t mix novels with real religion, thank you Dakar!