Zhang Xutang was leaning in the carriage, lifting a corner of the curtain with his hand and looking out.
The grand scene outside made him feel disgusted - this group of ants, who could break their heads for a penny, spend their whole life busy, ignorant, and running around just for such a few coppers.
Ants have no dignity at all. They can be disposed of with a little money if they are bumped or trampled on. They are human beings, but they do not live like humans. Compared with their dead soldiers, they only have more useless emotions and six desires.
That’s all.
It's really annoying.
He let go of his hand and fell back as if he had lost all strength.
The carriage was too hard, and he was too thin. Leaning on the carriage, he felt like he was leaning on a lot of swords, guns, swords and halberds, which hurt him everywhere.
Today he went back to Zhang's house to see Zhang Zihou. Zhang Zihou had a cold and fever. After visiting him for a while, he was immediately attacked by the wind and cold. His nose was stuffy, his throat was hoarse, and his whole body was cold. However, the breath he exhaled was so hot that it almost burned him.
In the pain of being lightheaded and lightheaded, he felt like he was going to die.
"Xiaowei, hurry up." He needed to get off the carriage as soon as possible, return to the Zen room, and ask the imperial doctor to treat him.
Xiaowei hurriedly scattered the coins and dropped the basket. Just as he was about to help Zhang Xutang get out of the carriage, he saw Song Huiyue who was blocking her nostrils.
Those eyes, round and round, could make him frightened.
His heart skipped a beat and he whispered, "Second Master, she's here."
Zhang Xutang was dizzy. He didn't think of who "she" was for a moment. Instead, he got out of the carriage eagerly, held Xiao Wei's hand and walked forward. His steps were frivolous, stepping on cotton with every step. When he saw Song Huiyue,
, the two of them were already very close.
"you"
Song Huiyue said nothing, and with lightning speed, she punched Zhang Xutang on the nose.
She beat Zhang Xutang until he fell to the ground, causing two nosebleeds to flow out.
"Second Master!" Xiao Wei was so shocked that his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He hurried forward to help him. At the same time, he secretly regretted not bringing two guards with him.
Zhang Xutang wiped his nose and saw a touch of bright red on his hand. He became more and more dizzy. He glanced at Song Huiyue coldly and told Xiao Wei simply: "Fight back!"
Before Xiao Wei could take action, the Supervisor of Daxiangguo Temple hurriedly came with many monks. The monks thought that Zhang Xutang was injured because the horse was frightened, and because he was doing meditation for Jin, they were very considerate.
A swarm of people surrounded him and wanted to invite him to the monk's room in the back.
Zhang Xutang stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Huiyue: "Don't leave, follow me."
Song Huiyue sneered: "Of course I have to follow."
The two of them had four nosebleeds. One had a long donkey face, and the other had a long horse face. They both looked solemn, as if they were not entering a temple, but a torture chamber. There was a fist distance between shoulders.
Walking side by side surrounded by monks.
The group of people left behind the two princes and the common people picking up copper coins, and soon arrived at the Main Hall.
There are stone pavements on both sides of the palace, and you can go all the way back. Song Huiyue did not go there, but directly entered the main hall.
The sun is good, the light in the main hall is bright, the incense towers and incense candles are burning slowly, and the white smoke is rising layer by layer, making the Buddha statue of Buddha Sakyamuni seem to be sitting in the clouds and mist.
The Buddha sits cross-legged with his head slightly raised. He is not as scary as at night, but has an image of wisdom and virtue. He can subdue demons and dominate the world. The Buddha's eyes are slender, shooting out two rays of compassion - life.
Suffering is suffering, old age is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering, not getting what you want is suffering, being resented is suffering, being separated from love is suffering.
Song Huiyue picked up three sticks of incense, inserted them into the incense burner, and knelt down to pray for peace for her deceased relatives.
Zhang Xutang asked the supervisor to take the monks and go about their business without following him. He took Xiaowei with him and also entered the main hall.
There were several pilgrims in the hall, but when they saw these two people coming to pay homage even though they had nosebleeds, they were really pious, so they all retreated and left the Buddha to them.
Zhang Xutang looked at the Buddha statue and sneered: "What's the use of asking for it? Its golden body was made by our Zhang family, so of course it protects me."
"But your father is still dead." Song Huiyue sneered.
Zhang Xutang let out a lot of nosebleeds and became more conscious: "Your mother is not much better either."
After he said this, his legs became weak and he couldn't help but fall down. He immediately held Xiao Wei's hand and said, "Let's go."
"Are you afraid that the Buddha's boundless power will scare you, an evil demon?" Song Huiyue followed in his footsteps.
Zhang Xutang stepped on the threshold: "There have always been demons, where did the Buddha come from?"
He does not respect gods and Buddhas.
There is never any retribution in this world, only success and defeat.
The two walked into the monk's room where Zhang Xutang lived. The monk's room was spacious, but the windows were closed tightly, and the thick cotton curtains blocked the light outside the door, making the room extremely dark.
Xiao Wei walked in first, lit the candle, and placed it out of Zhang Xutang's eyes. The room became increasingly dark and quiet.
Zhang Xutang then went in, wiped away the nosebleed with Xiao Wei's service, and at the same time said to the two strong men holding knives behind the partition: "Go out and guard."
The two strong men answered. Song Huiyue looked at their faces and immediately discovered that one of them had been seen on the pier and was a person coming from Guangdong and Guangxi.
When the Daxiangguo Temple was being repaired, he was not idle, but secretly restored his strength. However, this time he hid all the people and did not give the King of Jin a chance to encircle and suppress him.
He sat on the main seat with his back to the candlelight. In the dim light, his whole person felt fragile. He frowned with two long eyebrows. He drank a cup of hot ginseng tea and motioned for Song Huiyue to sit down.
: "I can kill you at any time."
Song Huiyue pulled out the chair and sat in: "You don't dare."
She glanced at the table and saw that there were pens, inks, paper and inkstones spread on the table. The paper was Jilin paper only found in the palace. It was smooth and white, and the Shurangama Sutra was written on it.
Zhang Xutang's handwriting is beautiful and the scriptures he copied are also neat. However, his mind is not calm and there are often breaks in his writing.
"The devil copied the scriptures, which is interesting."
Zhang Xutang smiled and said: "Are you so sure that I won't kill you?"
"You are accumulating strength, only defending but not attacking, waiting for the opportunity to take action. Kill me, and the situation will change. You will face the most terrifying counterattack, and the team you just formed will immediately fall apart." Song Huiyue pulled a picture.
Jilin paper, picked up the pen and continued copying.
"Your purpose is not just to kill me, so you consider the overall situation and stand still."
Zhang Xutang stared at her hand: "I have always said that we are the same kind. You know everything I think."
He was really biding his time.
We don't have enough manpower to allow him to attack people as recklessly as before.
King Jin will not be appointed as the crown prince now, and King Jin knows it well, so there are only two paths he can take.
The first is to kill all the brothers, and the second is to kill the father.
If King Jin wants to avenge his mother, he will only take the second path.
He accumulated strength and waited for King Jin to take action. By then, Jinshang would die at the hands of King Jin, and King Yan would lead his troops to Qingjun's side. The courtiers would naturally support King Yan.