The rivers and lakes are full of vests

When Fu Peibai returned to his husband's room, Master Kuchan was still sitting peacefully as before, with a benevolent face.

"Benefactor Fu, sit down."

"Abbot Mingwen said that the master still has something to talk to the younger generation, I don't know what it is?"

"No rush." ​​Ku Chan said and poured a full cup of hot tea to Fu Peibai.

Fu Peibai just drank the cup poured by Abbot Mingwen, and now in midsummer, drinking two cups of hot tea in a row really makes people panic, but she can't refuse, so she can only bite the bullet and take it, and take a shallow sip .

"how?"

Fu Peibai didn't feel any smell, she never liked to drink tea, even the best tea in the world was not as refreshing as a bowl of summer mountain spring water in her mouth.

"Good tea, good tea."

Ku Chanyong stared at her, smiled and said nothing.

The two just sat opposite each other without saying a word, and outside the window by the table was a green and vigorous willow forest, with the breeze blowing in the mountains, the willow leaves and branches fluttered with the wind.

Sitting, Fu Peibai began to lose her mind in the tea-scented room, and her thoughts drifted out of the window. With excellent hearing, she seemed to hear the sound of someone stepping on the branches in the willow forest, and the slight rubbing sound of clothes when walking. .

"What is Master Fu thinking?"

Fu Peibai came to his senses when he heard the sound, and replied: "There seems to be some movement in the forest."

Ku Chan's eyes seemed to have deep meaning, and he said slowly: "No, it's not the wind, nor the trees, but the heart of Master Fu."

Fu Peibai was slightly stunned, puzzled.

"This willow forest was planted by Venerable Wen Hui in the year of his death. It has been like this for 23 years. It is a beautiful scenery every summer when it is luxuriant and cool. If you want to go, benefactor Fu, please go for a walk."

Fu Peibai was indeed a bit bored sitting there, but he still remembered that Kuchan had something to say to her, so he still sat upright, "Didn't the mage have something to talk to this junior, let's wait for you to talk first."

Kuchan still had that inscrutable look, "No rush."

Fu Peibai couldn't figure out why the mage and the abbot were looking for her. He always felt a little uneasy, and it was inconvenient to keep asking, so he had to get up and leave, and walked to the willow forest.

As soon as I entered the forest, I didn't know where there was a faint fragrance of flowers. A few steps forward, there appeared a large forest of Phoenix trees.

Standing under the forest was a white figure, dressed in white as snow, with a slender figure and an unrivaled aura.

Fu Peibai stared at the back for a moment, then walked over and called softly: "Miss Seventeen."

The woman turned her head, her face was cold and beautiful, it was Shiqi.

"Young master Fu finished chatting with the mage so soon?"

"No, the abbot didn't say anything, neither did the mage. I don't know what to do with me."

"There's always something important to do."

The two walked into the depths of the woods while chatting in a few words.

Originally, after Fu Peibai left the roof in panic yesterday, I felt inexplicably embarrassed when I saw Seventeen again today. I had almost no communication with him before coming to Banruo Temple. Now I will enter the temple. The embarrassment and embarrassment subsided, and he was able to talk to Shiqi with a calm expression.

The two of them tacitly did not mention what happened last night. After wandering around the forest, they left the forest and met Master Kuchan at the forest entrance. , as if waiting here for a long time.

Ku Chan's eyes sized up the two of them, and after a while, he retracted his gaze and read a line of poetry, "A gentleman is like jade, and a beautiful woman is like the moon. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, there are countless wins in the world."

Although Fu Peibai hasn't studied for a few years, she can probably understand what she said, which means that a man and a woman are a good match.

Master Ku Chan obviously misunderstood the relationship between her and Seventeen, she quickly explained: "Master, you are mistaken..." Before she finished speaking, Ku Chan continued: "Benefactor Fu, and this The female almsgiver, it is just in time for the porridge day, you two are willing to go down the mountain with the disciples of this temple, and go to Fancheng to give porridge and charity?"

Fu Peibai's explanation stuck in his throat, he couldn't go up and down, and finally swallowed it down, and said: "If you can help your temple a little bit, the younger generation is willing, but the seventeenth girl is a woman, and she is weak and inconvenient to show her face. , the junior can go alone.”

Shi Qi said, "No, I'll go with you."

"Then you put the veil on."

The corners of Shiqi's mouth rose slightly, and she took out a thin veil from her bosom, put it on, and then went down the mountain with Fu Peibai and Master Kuchan.

As soon as the three of them left the mountain gate, they met Shi's team going down the mountain. A group of monks, old and young, each carried two large buckets of steaming porridge, and walked steadily down the mountain.

The youngest was only six or seven years old, and he was struggling to carry a porridge bucket that was half the size of his body with both hands. There was a string of porridge bowls hanging around his neck. It was very difficult for him to walk. "Little Master, let me come."

That little monk had a tiger head and a tiger brain, and his face was lively and childish. Seeing that he had only just started, he was not shy, and handed the porridge bucket to Fu Peibai, and said in a dignified manner: "Thank you for the benefactor." With a smile, his sides were exposed Clear canine teeth come.

Fu Peibai took it with a smile, thinking that this little monk was very cute, "It doesn't matter, little master, give me the bowl too."

Shi Qi stepped forward, "I'll do it." Then he took a bunch of porridge bowls from the monk.

Fu Peibai returned a thankful smile, and the three of them walked in a row to the city below the mountain.

"Little master, how old are you this year?"

The little monk put his hands behind his back and puffed out his small chest, as if he was imitating the mature and prudent monks in the monastery, and said sternly: "This year is the year of the young monk."

He is eight years old, but he is much younger than boys of the same age. Fu Peibai thought about it, and then asked: "Then I don't know how to call the little master?"

"The name of the little monk is empty."

"It turned out to be little master Jingkong. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Fu Peibai."

The little monk nodded, and then chatted with Fu Peibai about some things, one big and one small, about the age of teens, and they exchanged polite greetings in a decent manner, the scene looked a little funny.

Shi Qi listened quietly, with a gentle smile that could not be concealed at the corner of his mouth.

The long porridge transport team came down from the mountain and arrived at a prosperous city at the foot of the mountain, Fancheng.

This is a relatively large city in the middle of the country, and it is an important transit post city in the Central Plains in all directions. There is an endless stream of caravans, which is also the reason why this city is extremely prosperous.

When Fu Peibai and his party arrived in the city, it was just at sunset, and the streets were bustling with people. The blue and white stone slabs were neatly stacked on the main road in the city, occupying a wide area that could accommodate eight horses. Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, carved railings and jade construction, all the pedestrians you meet are all gorgeous and beautiful.

This is far beyond Fu Peibai's imagination, even if it is the root of the imperial city, it is nothing more than a prosperous scene.

She was a little confused for a while, the streets were clean and tidy, and everyone was dressed in fine clothes, where were there beggars and refugees who needed porridge relief?

Ku Chan saw the doubts on her face, with a bitter smile, "Don't worry, Master Fu."

The porridge team from the Banruo Temple went straight through the east of the city and continued to the south of the city. Along the way, the number of exquisite and rich buildings gradually decreased, and the bluestone roads on the ground gradually crumbled. The further south they went, the more so it became.

It was not until a stone archway appeared in front of everyone that the porridge giving team stopped, and the monks began to build tables in an orderly manner.

Fu Peibai stared at the three large characters on the archway, "Refugee Alley", she seemed to understand something, and her expression became serious.

She put down the porridge bucket, passed a group of monks, and walked towards the archway. When she got under the archway, and there was no one else in front of her eyes, the whole picture of Refugee Alley suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

She was stunned, with unbelievable shock on her brows, the refugee alley in front of her was not so much an alley as it was a refugee area.

A large area of ​​small wooden houses are scattered in this corner of the south of the city, and a high stone wall is built on the east side to isolate the east and south of the city.

With the archway as the boundary, this side is barely considered a flat stone road, but the other side is a complete mudstone road. Because of the rain, the soil has now become muddy, puddles are everywhere, and the ground is full of holes. Household garbage was strewn about, rotting in the hot weather, giving off an unpleasant smell.

The whole Refugee Alley reveals a depressing sense of dead silence. There are no windows in the cabins, but there are all kinds of coarse linen clothes to dry on the one-person-high roof, with all kinds of patches on them, and the wooden door is only made of a few wooden boards. It was put together in the west, and a hemp rope was used to trap it from the inside, even if the door was closed.

On the archway side, the monks were busy preparing the porridge, but in the refugee alley, there was silence.

Fu Peibai stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and felt a great shock in his heart. To the east was the world of "Wonderland" full of bustle and feasting, but just across the wall was the "Purgatory" of the world.

"Benefactor Fu must have never seen such a scene, right?" Ku Chan walked up to her at some point, his voice was calm but sympathetic.

Fu Pei's throat tightened, "No, I have passed through several cities, most of which are prosperous and splendid, including border towns, but they are all self-sufficient and comfortable, why do the people here live so hard?"

"Benefactor Fu is still young and lacks experience, but he doesn't know that such suffering is the norm in troubled times. Every city you see has more or less such a place for refugees."

"In the early years of Pingyuan, the chaos of San Francisco and the continuous war caused the displacement of millions of people. Ten years later, a war broke out in the frontier fortress, and 30 strong men were exiled into the army. The war lasted for three years, and countless people died in the war."

"Whenever there is a disaster, the government's relief money is allocated to the people, and there is only one layer left. Officials and businessmen collude and are greedy for profit. They just want to join hands to drain the last drop of blood from the people for personal gain. No one really cares about the life and death of the poor."

Ku Chan smiled wryly, and continued: "Blesser Fu, you know, but today it is raining and stormy, and the rivers and lakes and temples are in chaos. The buildings are about to collapse, and the troubled times have come."

Fu Peibai shook his head shyly, with a sense of sorrow surging in his heart.

"Your Majesty is in a daze in his old age. He appoints eunuchs and attaches himself to his relatives. The imperial court has long been rotten. In the past year, His Majesty has listened to the slander of treacherous ministers and frequently sent more troops to the frontier fortress. The current situation is imminent. Once a war breaks out, the war will be as short as a few months or as long as a few years. It needs the strong support of the treasury. Where will the money come from?

Naturally, it can only be searched from the people. Under the harsh government and heavy taxation, how many people have been displaced and their families have been destroyed. "

Fu Peibai frowned and said in a low voice: "Is it true that there is no good official who is clean and upright in the court?"

Kuchan shook his head, staring at the dilapidated scene in the refugee alley with misty eyes, "Even if there were any, they were all killed by treacherous ministers or expelled from the center of power, and the current court is a piece of rotten wood, hopeless. We can only hope that when the throne changes, the next emperor will be an enlightened and virtuous benevolent monarch.

However, judging from the current battle for the crown prince of several forces, they are all ignorant and moralless people, like dogs of a feather, whoever sits on the dragon seat will not be able to end this troubled world. "

Fu Peibai's throat was slightly choked, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Aside from the turmoil caused by the Demon Cult when her family changed dramatically, in the first 16 years of her life, she lived in a peaceful corner, living in a village like a paradise, which made her mistakenly think that the outside world was like Huailiu Village, where everyone lived happily. Satisfied, she didn't realize until now when she saw this scene full of sores that people's livelihoods are dying and people's lives are in dire straits.

"Master, is there really no way to change the current world?"

Ku Chan turned his head to look at Fu Peibai, his deep pupils looked at her fixedly, "Benefactor Fu has been in the rivers and lakes for more than a year, must he have heard of the secret treasure of Dengling?"

Fu Peibai nodded, "I've heard a little bit about it."

"Only those who care about the common people and have the righteousness of the world in mind explore this secret treasure, and with this power, subvert the royal power, can the world be restored to peace, He Qing Haiyan."

Fu Peibai turned pale with shock, Ku Chan's words violated a big taboo, if they were heard by someone who cared, they might lose their heads.

She looked around nervously, and said in a low voice: "Master, be careful, although this is a way, it is difficult to realize. This map of climbing the tomb has been handed down for nearly a hundred years. It is not yet known whether it is true or not, let alone explore this treasure."

Ku Chan suddenly smiled meaningfully, and vowed: "The secret treasure of Dengling Mausoleum will definitely be seen again one day."