It wasn't until Wan Yankang and his party completely disappeared at the corner of the street that the woman got up and wiped the tears from her face, packed her backpack, staggered away with her daughter in her arms.
Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, the people watching around me also dispersed one after another.
A white-faced, beardless man dressed as a servant in Tsing Yi left and walked across the street. In front of a grocery store opposite, he bowed to a luxurious carriage and reported back.
"Is it really Wanyan Kang..."
A strange and soft female voice came from the carriage.
Another crisp female voice came immediately: "No, little sister, I haven't seen you for a few days, but I've actually become more capable..."
"I want to ask him carefully at Daxingguo's autumn banquet in a few days!"
The soft female voice fell silent for a moment and said: "Ignore him, let's go to the banquet, don't keep those two waiting."
The luxurious carriage turned around and drove slowly westward.
…
After having a cup of tea, Wan Yankang saw a majestic blue city wall in his field of vision, at least ten meters high, extending to the left and right sides, wrapping the entire city.
The city wall was built to be impregnable, probably not only to resist attacks from foreign enemies, but also to declare its great national prestige.
The tall and thick walls were dotted with moss, and a few clumps of weeds stubbornly grew in some places. Wan Yankang looked up at the three simple seal characters of Tongxuanmen engraved on the city gate, and felt a little emotional in his heart. He went to Beijing on a business trip half a month ago.
I also went to the Chongwenmen ancient city wall to watch the live broadcast of the Internet celebrity singing.
The team from Prince Zhao's Mansion quickly left, but outside the city was a different scene. The young prince, who was in a cheerful mood soon after entering his role, felt his heart slowly sink.
A lonely soup kitchen shack was erected at the foot of the far slope.
Countless victims in ragged clothes were lining up in a crooked line, lingering under the scorching sun, waiting for the government office to distribute food.
On both sides of the official road, which is closer, there are groups of old and weak women and children who have no energy to compete with the young and strong for food. They huddle under a few bare trees with their bark peeled off, or nest in some useless trees.
In the awning made of branches and scraps of wood, I don't know whether I am dead or alive.
In the ravine farther away, we saw piles of corpses, some half covered by loess, and some directly exposed to the sun. There were swarms of blowflies hovering in the air, and the heat wave contained the smell of corpses.
The further the team got from the city, the bleaker the scene became.
It's summer, but as far as the eye can see along the way, there is a deserted wilderness, with not a single blade of grass growing, and not a trace of green at all.
A short while later, another starved boy's body was found curled up stiffly like a shrimp on the roadside. He was so thin that he was skin and bones. The broken ribs pierced the dry and cracked flesh of his abdomen diagonally. Wanyan Kang gasped and his face turned pale.
white.
There are two worlds inside and outside the city, which makes Wan Yankang wonder if he has traveled through time again!
He didn't want to worry Mother Bao, so he immediately lowered all the sedan curtains and quietly observed the miserable scene outside with his clairvoyance eyes.
…
A quarter past noon.
Entering Yanshan Mountain, the team climbed up the stairs and reached Anguo Temple.
Anguo Temple is solemn and solemn, built against the mountain.
The main courtyard is built on flat land halfway up the mountain, while the backyard goes up the mountain, with Zen forests, palaces, and pavilions hidden in the jungle.
The presiding monk Zhiyuan, who was around forty years old and had a round face and broad forehead, wore colorful cassocks and led a group of monks who had been waiting outside the temple for a long time.
After entering the temple, the soldiers took their positions and entered the alert state. The group had some simple refreshments and meals. Bao was personally escorted by Chixi and accompanied by several senior deacons and monks, and went to the Main Hall to worship the Buddha and chant sutras.
As for Wanyan Kang, he was led to the front of the hall by the host, and he honestly went to offer three sticks of incense.
In fact, after entering such an ancient temple and being in a holy place of Buddhism, even if Bao didn't tell him again, he would still pay homage.
In his previous life, whenever Yang Xi passed by a Taoist temple, he would go in to seek good luck. In fact, he just wanted to have a longing for a better life and to have peace of mind.
This has nothing to do with whether you believe in Buddhism or not.
"I made a wish to Buddha——"
"Bless me and my whole family to be healthy and safe... Well, if I can marry several beautiful wives and have several beautiful children, then my life will be considered complete..."
Wan Yankang stood in front of the huge smoky cauldron, muttering something in his mouth, looking quite pious.
The bright sunlight fell on his tall and tall body, scattering light and shadow, which made the host Zhiyuan on the side instantly have a good impression of this handsome young prince.
These days, there are not many aristocratic children in Zhongdu City who truly worship Buddha sincerely!
After finishing the incense, there is not much to finish Yan Kang.
As usual, Bao would recite sutras for at least one or two hours. Zhiyuan put his hands together and said, "My young prince, please go to the side room to rest and wait."
Why take a break... When you come to this tourist attraction, if you don't play for a while, the ticket money (incense money) will be wasted.
Wanyan Kang then cupped his hands and said, "Master, I'm not tired either. It's my first time in the temple. Could you please let me show you around?"
"It's no problem. Juekong, you can wait for the young prince to have some fun in the temple."
Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, and a young novice monk in green clothes who looked quite smart hurried forward.
"Little prince, please!"
Later, the young novice monk, who was quite capable of being a tour guide, walked respectfully with Wanyan Kang, and naturally explained to him the origin of the construction of Anguo Temple and the allusions of the temple related to various buildings.
Liang Zireng took a few people to accompany him. When he arrived at the Jialan Hall on the right side of the Main Hall, suddenly, a piece of gravel fell from the sky and flew straight towards him!
"There's an assassin!"
Wan Yankang suddenly felt a little frightened. Before he could realize what was happening, he saw Liang Ziwen roaring and standing in front of him. With a wave of his right robe sleeve, the incoming object was wrapped up in a flash of light and fire.
live.
Then his figure suddenly flew up from the ground, like a flying bird, towards the direction of the courtyard wall where the pebbles were flying. After kicking his feet on the wall and the top of the wall, he rolled over to the outside of the temple and disappeared.
"Qing... Qing Gong?"
Wanyan Kang's eyes were shining as he looked up at the courtyard wall.
This wall is four meters high, right? This old comrade named Liang took off on the spot without using his hands, and actually flew up with just two feet?
omg, real flying over the roof!
And the flip of the robe sleeves that was done lightly before, could it be the legendary world in the sleeves?
I thought this sycophantic old man was just a second-rate or third-rate quackery, but I didn't expect that he turned out to be Spider-Man. No, he was actually more awesome than Spider-Man. After all, he didn't need spider silk...
The few soldiers following Wan Yankang did not make a fuss about Liang Ziwen's flying skills, but their reaction was more than three beats too slow.
At that moment, Wan Yankang realized that there was actually martial arts in this world. The words "high martial arts" used by Mrs. Bao when introducing Liang Ziwen turned out to be no polite words...
Come to think of it, it's normal for him to have clairvoyant eyes and have martial arts skills.
He estimated that there would be no shortage of martial arts masters like Liang Ziweng in the palace. For him, it was a good thing after all, but it was also a disguised form of tricking him.
Just because there are too many hangups, does it also mean that this world is particularly dangerous?
No wonder the cheap dad would let their mother and son go out without worries. It turns out that not only are they protected by the army, but they are also protected by such martial arts masters.
Wan Yankang stood there constantly worrying about gains and losses, and saw Liang Ziwen quickly flying in from outside the high wall, falling to the ground silently like a blade of grass.
So cool...!
Sure enough, he is getting stronger with age, and his demeanor as a worldly expert cannot be overshadowed. If you have the opportunity, you must ask this guy, no, ask this old master for more advice.
Realizing that the young prince was staring at him with intense eyes, Liang Zireng coughed twice and said: "Little prince..."
At this time, the sound of reprimands and shouts came. Wanyan Kang turned around and saw a few soldiers escorting a pair of thin young men and women who looked like refugees into the courtyard.
"Are they assassins?"
Noticing that the two men were not fully clothed and looked sallow and thin, Wanyan Kang was immediately dumbfounded.
These are clearly two children in distress!
Grandmaster Liang, are you the reinforcements invited by the monkey?
Or an agent sent by the CIA?
Liang Zireng couldn't help but blush, and said in embarrassment: "Please forgive me, young prince, but I am making such a fuss."
Wanyan Kang waved his hand: "What are you talking about? The old master is loyal to his duties, what crime is he guilty of?"
He wanted to take advantage of the situation and praise Liang Zirong a few more words to encourage his eagerness to protect his master, but suddenly he felt that this did not seem to be in line with his perfect personality as a young prince, so he swallowed the rest of his words.
Anyway, there is only a long way to go, so we can slowly win over each other.
He strode over and told the soldiers: "Let them go and take them to the palace to ask about their origins, so as not to worry my mother."