Yu Xian and Zuoqiu Junyi watched the changes in the space nervously, preparing to escape from here at any time.
The two of them had already made up their minds.
Even after leaving, falling into the ambush of those two monks is better than being exiled in a story that is about to be annihilated.
Fortunately, when the space was about to reach the city, it began to slow down.
The next day, nothing changed at all.
Zuoqiu Junyi made some calculations and burst into laughter.
Yu Xian looked over questioningly.
Zuoqiu Junyi gloated, "This quantity is comparable to what I sold to the monks."
He clicked his tongue again and again, "Human nature."
Yu Xian quickly figured out the key here.
Most likely, those two monks never expected that some of Zuoqiu Junyi's bad reading materials would be secretly hidden among those monks.
This is not something glamorous.
The more urgent the two monks searched, the less the monks dared to be exposed easily.
In this way, it gave Yu Xian and Zuoqiu Junyi a glimmer of hope.
Zuoqiu Junyi looked at the simple-structured town and said, "Just hide here for a few days. When they are unprepared, we will try to escape."
Yu Xian was also quite determined.
If nothing else, Qing Qingzi will definitely find a way to find himself. Furthermore, the Confucianists are watching eagerly and may take action against these monks at any time.
After two days, the space in this book was burned a little bit.
The two of them were very happy.
The two monks must have relaxed their vigilance, so some monks began to destroy the books in their hands sporadically.
After waiting for some more days, the dry food that Zuoqiu Junyi brought was exhausted.
Yu Xian had a mysterious wooden box to keep him alive. It was okay to cut off food and drink for a short period of time, but old man Zuoqiu couldn't bear it anymore.
The two of them discussed it and escaped from the book while another book was secretly burned.
Yu Xian knocked down the stunned monk with a stick.
Take a look back.
It was night at this time, and the monk seemed to be keeping vigil at the edge of the camp.
There is a city in the distance, but it doesn't look like Luoyang.
The old man Zuoqiu rummaged through it hurriedly, found some food from the monk's package and wolfed it down.
Yu Xian glanced at the fire, picked up a piece of firewood, patiently picked up the half-burned booklet, burned it thoroughly, and scattered the ashes.
The old man Zuoqiu took two bites of the hard dry food, and then burned it on the fire with a wooden stick. When it was slightly soft, he ate it in a few mouthfuls with a grin on his face.
Yu Xian waited for him to finish eating and then took him to escape to the city.
When he arrived at the city, he first used a silver gourd to trap the old man Zuoqiu, and then mobilized the power of a mother to climb over the city wall as quickly and powerfully as a wild beast.
Using the moonlight, Yu Xian managed to find a place with densely populated residential areas.
Then he found a well, looked into it, and threw the silver gourd down.
There was a flash of silver light, and Yu Xian also disappeared from the edge of the well.
Just hearing a "dong" sound, the silver gourd broke through the water and disappeared into the dark deep well.
…
A few days later, bubbles bubbled up in the deep well.
Yu Xian suddenly popped up with a silver gourd in his hand.
He quietly looked at the small sky at the mouth of the well, listened carefully to the movement, and waited until no one was around before climbing out of the well using the smooth wall.
Then with a flip of his hand, the hungry and weak Zuoqiu Junyi was thrown out.
As soon as the two came out, they immediately acted according to the agreed plan.
Zuoqiu Junyi was busy using the novelist's ability of "hearsay" to inquire about the movements of the monks, while Yu Xian sneaked into a nearby mansion to look for something to satisfy his hunger.
This time he was lucky and happened to catch up with a family having a wedding.
Although it is not yet dusk, guests are already arriving one after another, and the host is waiting in front.
The servants in the backyard started preparing the food and wine for the evening in full swing.
Yu Xian quietly rolled some food and wine into the gourd.
After thinking for a while, I looked back at the tidy and deserted courtyard and exhaled. Most of the flowers and trees that had withered in the autumn had sprouted and bloomed again, and the decorated courtyard was filled with joy.
When I went back to find Zuoqiu Junyi, I found that this old guy had a weird face.
When he saw Yu Xian, he immediately said, "Do you know where this is?"
When Yu Xian went out to steal something, he vaguely heard people talking about him. The owner's surname was Ren. He was from a wealthy family in Zhongmou, and he spoke highly of him.
"Zhongmu, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Zuoqiu Junyi's expression was not very good, "Those monks were ignored and they just took the nine mirrors from the White Horse Temple in Luoyang and went back to Pi."
Yu Xian counted the time and found that several days had passed.
Presumably the two monks were afraid of causing trouble, so they took the bronze mirror and went back early.
Yu Xian escaped from the book and was outside Zhongmou City.
Several days passed after that. If they kept going at this speed, they might have rushed back to Xiapi Kingdom.
Yu Xian's face was also a little ugly, "How could it be possible? Didn't the Confucians take action?"
Yu Xian instantly felt that he had lost money this time.
They were all so wretched and underdeveloped, but I acted recklessly and almost lost my life.
"Confucianism?" Zuoqiu Junyi sighed, "They have dark hearts. They just don't know how many people will die in vain if they do this."
"Um?"
Yu Xian listened in confusion.
"How do you say that?" Yu Xian asked in a daze.
Zuoqiu Junyi sneered, "It's nothing more than Zheng Boduan's method. Buddhism now claims to be compassionate, but even Zhong Yao can't risk the disapproval of the world and come out shouting to beat and kill. These guys are not as good as Dong Zhongshu, who deposed hundreds of schools without thinking about reputation.
He was brave and refused to ruin his reputation and was reviled by the world. So he simply allowed it to develop and let the abscess rot for the world to see."
Yu Xian listened silently.
In order to deal with his arrogant younger brother and his partial mother, Duke Zhuang of Zheng deliberately tolerated and tolerated them. When their greed and desires were banned by the whole country, the hidden danger was eliminated in one fell swoop.
If Zheng Zhuanggong had nipped in the bud, punished his younger brother and warned his mother early, he would have avoided a fratricide. But in the eyes of the world, people in the world could only see Zheng Zhuanggong's harshness and harshness, but on the contrary, they were full of sympathy for Uncle Duan.
This is the same as what is going on today.
Buddhism wants to gather people and provide support, so naturally it can only get it from the poor and weak people. And the core of their theory is to let the people abandon their families and property, accept the situation, and let them suck up the last drop of blood.
Confucians can be evil people for a while, but they cannot always be evil people.
Faced with the continuous invasion of monks from the Kushan Empire and the Parthian Kingdom, Confucianism had no choice but to tear open the compassionate face of Buddhism if it wanted to end things once and for all.
Taoism and Confucianism obviously formed a tacit understanding on this matter, otherwise they would not have wasted time on the Luo River in those days waiting for Zuo Rong, the person who initiated the catastrophe.
Xuzhou.
I just don’t know how to end the mess created by Confucianism.
Yu Xian thought about the timeline in history, and a terrible association suddenly came to his mind.
Xuzhou..., the Buddha Bathing Ceremony in Xiapi Kingdom..., Tao Qian from Danyang..., Zuo Rong from Danyang..., Que Xuan, the emperor of Xiapi who rebelled..., Cao Song, whose cause of death is a mystery..., come to report.
Blood feud Cao Mengde...
Also, the corpses of those who were killed lay everywhere, blocking the people of Xuzhou in Surabaya.
Yu Xian's pupils narrowed.
Could it be that this is the chess game played by Confucianism?