Not long after Mo Bu and others left, another group of monks came to the restaurant, all sighing and preparing to drown their sorrows with wine. Just as the waiter touched a few jars of daughter's red, the owner of the restaurant came over with a smile on his face and said hello: "These guys are from
Lingshan, Zhejiang?”
Several people were surprised: "Do you recognize us?"
The shopkeeper bowed respectfully to the man in the middle: "Master Gu from Lingshan, the master who ranks seventh in the Jindan Master Group in the practice ball competition, how can you not recognize him?"
Gu Suiyuan felt much relieved and said: "The shopkeeper is so polite."
The shopkeeper said: "Our boss said that Master Gu will patronize the shop today, and all the expenses will be borne by my family. Please eat and drink well, Master Gu."
Gu Suiyuan looked at the friends around him, his face glowed, and asked: "Where is your boss? Gu wants to thank you in person."
The shopkeeper said: "In fact, Master Gu should also recognize our boss. He is in the private room at the moment. I will introduce some of you to meet him."
…
Yan Shifan worked until midnight before returning to Yan's house. He first went to his father's residence and saw that the lights in the room were still bright, so he knocked on the door: "Father."
When he saw his son, Yan Song asked, "What's wrong?"
Yan Shifan smiled and said: "That's almost it."
Yan Song sighed and said: "I am very relieved when you do things, but after all, this matter is of great importance and I am always uneasy."
Yan Shifan said: "There must be some risks, but if we hide behind us, we won't be able to find our home for a while. When we find it, Mr. Zhu will almost lose everything."
Yan Song said: "I hope so. I used to help him, but now it's the other way around, and I feel bad..."
Yan Shifan said: "Who would have thought that he would kill important cabinet ministers in the street? If you act like this, you will definitely fail. Whether you want to deal with Zhao Zhiran or Chen Shandao, we have no objection, but he wants to deal with the entire Taoist sect. This
What if they are not crazy? Those people are crazy, and we can’t go crazy with them. Even if they are having fun now, when Dao Sect reacts, they will settle the accounts with him one by one. Don’t our Yan family take some risks at this moment?
, If you don’t express your attitude in advance, you will just sit back and wait for death, and you will die without knowing how!”
Yan Song nodded: "My son is right...I regret that I got too close to them..."
Yan Shifan shook his head: "I'm afraid my father may have misremembered. Our Yan family has always been close to Chen Tianshi and the Taoist sect. Even if we took a longer detour when walking, it was to make the road to the Taoist sect wider. We have never been with the Taoist sect."
Others are getting closer! Zhu Xianjian? It’s just an act of hypocrisy.”
"Yes, yes, my son is right, my father's memory has gone awry."
Yan Shifan nodded and said regretfully: "It's a pity that I don't know where Abbot Zhao escaped. It would be great if I could meet him once."
A new day has arrived. This day was supposed to be the tenth round of the finals of the Xiuqiu Competition. It was supposed to be a day to hold lottery tickets at the Purple Mountain Xiuqiu Stadium and cheer or feel annoyed in the crowd.
But today, Mo Buping cannot watch his favorite games, cannot buy lottery tickets to get the money needed for practice and life, and more importantly, he has lost the meaning and direction of life. Therefore, today Mo Buping has to find all of this again.
return.
After a night of hard work, there were already more than thirty monks outside the lottery sales point under the Si Tiantai. Among them were lottery players, fellow contestants he had met during the auditions and knockouts for three consecutive seasons, and their relatives and friends.
In addition to these monks, there are also many lottery players who know it is impossible but still have hope. Practice ball enthusiasts are also gathering here to see if a miracle will happen today. Even if there is no miracle
It would be good for everyone to get together and have a chat.
The doors of the lottery sales points were still closed. Seeing this situation, many people sighed and didn't know what to do.
Mo Buping moved a broken wooden box that he picked up from nowhere, stood on it, and looked around. Many people saw him, and many of them recognized him, knowing that he was someone who had been under the spotlight before.
He is the founder of the Xiuxian Ball Competition and the person who holds the flag for Zhao Zhiran, the abbot of Xuantan Palace.
Seeing hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, Mo Buping said: "I am Mo Buping. I know many of you, and many of you also know me. I just came back from outside the city yesterday. In fact, I
It had only been three days since I left the capital. But when I came back, I found that everything had changed.
I went to Zijin Mountain. Yuanfu Palace had been sealed off by the monks of Shangsan Palace and the Jinyi Guards. I went to Xiangluxuan, which was also in a mess. Then I went to Xuantan Palace. The gate of Xuantan Palace was closed.
Sticking to the seal, I finally went to the north of Xuanwu Lake, where the training ground was empty.
Fellow Taoists, lottery friends, and golfers, I am very sad. From yesterday until now, I have been unable to control myself in my sadness. I have been thinking about what went wrong in the practice ball competition, and I am going to be punished by the third house.
Seized? What’s wrong with the Xiuxianqiu Lottery that it was suddenly stopped? What’s wrong with us, the common people, that we lost our beloved lives? What’s wrong with “Inside and Outside the Imperial City” that we can’t read it anymore?
?
I walked in the long, deserted night, all night long, hoping that the sun would rise and dawn would come, but when a new day came, everything remained the same. I don’t know what else I can do today, I don’t know
What I should do tomorrow, I don’t even know what else I can do next. The only thing I know is that we will lose the game, lose the lottery, lose joy, lose hope...
I still remember last year, one day, I met Abbot Zhao by the Mochou Lake. Anyone familiar with Abbot Zhao knows that he is approachable and has no airs. He often runs around the Mochou Lake in the morning and sometimes gets crowded.
Come into the queue to buy a lottery ticket and experience for yourself whether it is convenient and smooth for me and other people to buy lottery tickets. After meeting him, he will also joke with me and other people and get along with him.
Whenever I think of what he has done for ordinary people like us, I am moved to tears. Among the training ball organizing committee, Abbot Zhao is the most amiable, Abbot Pei is heroic, and the envoy of Liyuan is vigorous and resolute.
From them, I can deeply feel that Taoism is what we, the common people, really rely on.
I remember that day he said to me: 'Xiao Mo, when you walk, you should raise your head and chest, and don't stoop. Only in this way can you show your energy and energy, which is good for your practice.' To this day, the words still ring in my ears.
However, Abbot Zhao has disappeared. I heard that he was beaten by our Highness, King Qi, and his whereabouts are unknown... Every time I think about it, I burst into tears.
Abbot Zhao, Abbot Pei, and the envoy of Liyuan, although they are not with us at the moment, their previous words and deeds are always in my mind at this moment, as if they are telling me not to be silent, not to be confused, to be
Know how to fight for yourself.
Therefore, what I want to say to you today is, to hell with those fights in the court! We, the common people, do not seek power, wealth or luxury. All we want is to watch football happily and be just a little satisfied.
Little self-dream!
Let the Jin Yiwei go to hell! Let the Fifth Army Camp and the Three Thousand Battalion go to hell! They think they can make us confused, suffocate us, and make us miserable. We cannot accept this kind of life!
Let Shang San Gong go to hell! They want to cover the sky with one hand in this capital city, want to tie us into their chariot, go against the will of the Taoist sect, and contribute to their own fame and fortune. We will never accept it!
My dearest Taoist friends, lottery friends, and golfers, a new day has arrived. Whether to lose our lives and hopes forever, or to fight for it and fight for it, you choose. But I will never forget it.
What Abbot Zhao told me, I raised my head and chest, walked to the Ancestral Temple, and said to them, I want my practice ball!"
After speaking, Mo Buping jumped off the broken wooden box, held his head high and headed towards the Ancestral Temple. Behind him were more than thirty monks who followed, followed closely by the monks present, lottery players and
Golfers...
The wooden door of the lottery sales point opened quietly, and the shopkeeper and a few clerks came out, closed the wooden door again, and then quickly followed the team and joined the growing flow of people.