Holy Monk, your benefactor is dead!

"Where are we going?" Jing Yan took the rein and led the horse carefully on the not too spacious street. Li Yun with cold eyes.

They had been driving on the official road for half a day, but suddenly Li Yun asked him to get off the official road, along the narrow path, and after a while, they saw this town. Although they had already entered, this was not the direction their destination pointed to.

"Little monk, don't you think your way of driving the carriage is too shocking?" Li Yun replied without turning back, it was only half a day, and there were countless spectators behind the carriage. Well, if Jingyan used lightness skills to lead the carriage along the way, then there would be many troublemakers following behind. It would be extremely dangerous to go here, and he didn't want to stand by his side when he was in danger. What is more is a group of good deeds, onlookers.

"Little monk, I really don't know how to drive horses." Jing Yan showed a rare shyness. Along the way, there were not many carriages on the official road, and many curious people drove the carriages behind them. He was anxious, and the speed of the carriages The faster you go, the faster the people behind will follow, Li Yun can feel it without force, and Jing Yan naturally listens more.

"This place is the closest to the capital. Because of the order of the first emperor, the capital is not allowed to sell slaves, but the capital is so big and there are so many high-ranking officials and nobles. If there is a need, there will be business, so this place has become the capital over time. The first choice for selecting slaves, self-sellers, official slaves, and concubines, all gather here, but..."

Li Yun paused, a little uncertain: "It's just that at this time, the Lantern Festival is not over, so I don't know if the market will open, but we always have to go and check it out to find out."

Fortunately, this place is not very far from Dongshi, and the two of them walked for about a stick of incense, and Dongshi will meet each other from a distance. It seems that there are few people in the city, but before they get close, they can see some miserable faces, dressed in The ragged people knelt on both sides of the street, most of them were holding a child with a piece of thatch stuck in their head, their eyes were dull, and they were not angry.

This?

A flash of deep thought flashed in Li Yun's eyes, before he could think about it, he heard Jing Yan's question in his ear.

"Benefactor, what is the meaning of this?"

"Hmph!" Li Yun sneered, turned his head and looked at the slightly puzzled Jing Yan with a questioning face, and sized him up carefully, "Little monk, do you know what you look like now? All the gods and Buddhas, I am afraid that some people will believe it!"

"Why?"

"It's just that ignorant people are not like ordinary people. It's a pity that now that the troubled times are approaching, what the people need is not a Buddha, but a hero." Speaking of a hero, for some reason, the first figure that flashed in Li Yun's head was King Anyang , Talented, famous, strategic, coupled with his blood, looking at today's rebels and those who are about to move, King Anyang is worthy of being the best in every aspect.

"The little monk has never been born, so I really don't understand the sufferings of the world. I'm really ashamed." Jing Yan bowed to Li Yun with a straight face.

"Put a straw label on your head, and your life is worthless. Little monk, you know that the ones kneeling here are all sick and weak children, and even the middlemen who sell slaves don't bother to buy them."

"Flesh and blood are close relatives, blood is thicker than water, so why sell it?"

Li Yun laughed lightly when he heard the words, and his tone unconsciously carried a sense of sarcasm, "I once heard an allusion that a prince patrolled the sky on behalf of the sky, and the people cried to him that there was no food. He has no clothes. But the prince replied that if there is no food, he will eat meat; if he has no clothes, he will wrap himself in silk. Little monk, you are not an ignorant person, can you understand? Talents come out in prosperous times, and heroes come out in troubled times. Unfortunately, Prosperity is the suffering of the people. Death is also the suffering of the people.”

Li Yun stretched out a hand from his sleeve, and his fingertips brushed across the people who had been eroded by poverty.

"Little monk, look! This is the suffering of the people today."

"Little monk, you've got a picture."

Before the two could speak again, the people who were kneeling on the ground saw them, like bees seeing honey, they all swarmed over and surrounded them.

"Officials, buy my child! Look at how beautiful my eldest is..."

"My lord, buy mine, the family really can't open the pot, as long as you give me something to eat, that's fine..."

"Master, look, my Huzi is very intelligent, can I serve the Buddha together in front of the master..."

"Holy Monk,..."

"master.……"

In an instant, the scene became noisy and chaotic. From a close distance, Li Yun could easily see the rough but thin knuckles in front of his stretched hands; It looks flattering and flattering; it looks at the extremely thick padded jacket, but a few wisps of withered yellow straw protrude from the patches, which are washed black but are filled with large and small patches.

Does Li Yun dislike it?He must be disgusted.He disliked the black hand that was about to stain his robe, and disliked the bad breath from his big mouth.

Does Li Yun sympathize?He is naturally sympathetic.Sympathize with their suffering, sympathize with their life without enough food.

But is it useful?

Regardless of whether he sympathizes or dislikes it, fate is in his own hands, and he can do nothing.

Now he is just a down-and-out scholar on the run.

It's just that he didn't hide, and he didn't reprimand, but just stood there quietly, lonely and alienated, with a certain aura that made people afraid to get close.

But the little monk is different. He has the breath of Buddha, his face is full of compassion, and he is also a monk. Everyone has the mentality of being kind and weak. He was squeezed out of the encirclement, leaving only Jing Yan surrounded.

There are too many and too chaotic sounds, even if they are not far apart, Li Yun can only hear a few fragments intermittently from the noise.Even if Li Yun listened carefully, it was really difficult to tell the difference. Li Yun simply chose to give up and watched it gloatingly.

Indeed, it was rare to see the young monk in such a difficult situation.