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Volume 1: Who Rides the Star Chassis to Break through the Void Chapter 30: A Disciple of the God¡¯s Throne Can Borrow It

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    This matter had nothing to do with Ye Chang. Ye Chang was in trouble himself, so he turned a blind eye to the dispute between Geng Langjun and the aunt at first.  But Shi Shanzhi didn't think so. He was treated by Ye Chang and ate the extremely delicious sweet and sour carp. He felt that he had never eaten such a delicious thing again. But now Geng Langjun falsely accused the sweet and sour carp of being  Trash that neither pigs nor dogs care about!  "What are you talking about, that sour but rotten scholar, the garbage that pigs and dogs don't care about?" Monk Mang next to him suddenly became angry. He was born in Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain. During the Tang Dynasty, because he saved Emperor Taizong, his status was high.  He is quite detached, so he is not afraid of the Linghu Ling mentioned by Geng Langjun at all.  "The garbage that pigs and dogs ignore is what's in your bowl!" Geng Langjun said coldly: "Monk, it has nothing to do with you, don't ask for trouble." Ye Chang, who was concentrating on cooking, couldn't help laughing.  For a moment, Monk Mang didn't know what was going on, but the beautiful middle-aged woman realized that Monk Mang had unintentionally set a trap for Geng Langjun, but Geng Langjun, who always claimed to be talented, fell for it, but he didn't feel confident about it.  Know.  "Good monk, you dare to insult me?" Geng Langjun reacted and shouted angrily.  "The monk never insulted you, it was you who said it yourself. Pigs and dogs don't care about this thing Ye Langjun, are you ready?" "Well, the heat is up." Ye Chang still calmly opened the lid of the pot, and immediately the fish meat  The fragrance overflowed again, and Geng Langjun chased after him. He was originally hungry and tired, but when he smelled such a fragrance, he couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.  Even Shi Shanzhi, who had just eaten a fish, had his Adam's apple trembling at this time.  The two women were not polite. They seemed to be used to traveling around, and they started eating immediately.  After taking a bite, the younger one cheered: "Auntie, this tastes really good. I have never tasted such delicious food!" The middle-aged beautiful woman nodded slightly: "It is in Chang'an and Dongdu, this place  Such delicious food is not common. "Ye Chang smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment." When Geng Langjun saw this, he forgot to ask Shi Shanzhi for trouble, but said with jealousy: "This is nothing, the gentleman is far away from the chef.  This kind of cooking is just the way of a villain, even if it is as amazing as Yi Ya, it is just a person who invites favors and even forms a party to harm the country! " This is pointing at Ye Chang's nose and yelling!  Yes, Ye Chang is a clay figurine, and he also has a bit of fire nature.  This matter had nothing to do with him, but the man named Geng first said that he ignored the vegetables, pigs and dogs he cooked, and then said that he was a person like Yi Ya who cooked the son and killed the king.  Ye Chang hates this kind of guy who accuses others with a straight face.  He stood up and saw half-burned firewood on the stove under the pot, and one section had been burned into charcoal.  He took it out and waved it in front of Geng, who had a sneer on his face but held the sword at his waist.  At this time, it was the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The swords of the literati in the prosperous Tang Dynasty were not only for decoration. In the hands of some literati, their swords were also murder weapons!  Ye Chang shook the fire and extinguished it. Then he smiled and came to a wooden house by the river. He picked up a branch and wrote on it: "There are people coming and going on the river, but they love carp and fish. Look at the boat and see it in the storm."  "After finishing writing, he threw away the firewood and handed it over to the sailors and fishermen around him: "Please return the belongings here to their original owners. I am exhausted here and want to cross the river. Which brother can give it to me?  " Immediately someone invited him, Ye Chang led the boat, and Shi Shanzhi followed him without knowing why.  The boat was almost full, and the sailors used their poles and oars to drive the boat away from the shore.  The "aunt" has been quietly looking at the words left by Ye Chang.  Different from the calligraphy that Ye Chang originally wrote on the fan, Ye Chang has practiced calligraphy very carefully in the past month, and the writing with charcoal is similar to the hard-pen calligraphy of later generations. Therefore, Ye Chang's calligraphy this time  It's still eye-catching.  Neither the "aunt" nor that Geng Langjun had the vision of Qian Qi and Yuan Gongdao, so they just felt that the writing of this word had a unique flavor.  What is more interesting is this poem.  "The five short words seem to have been inspired by the Yellow River, but they are filled with compassion that makes people feel involuntarily.  Especially those who are struggling at the bottom of the world and have to take risks in order to survive, when they see and understand this poem, they can't help but resonate with it.  "You see, Yiye Zhou is caught in the storm." The aunt murmured.  "People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of carp. You look at a boat, and it disappears in the storm." The talkative waterman who first introduced Ye Chang read the poem again.  This poem gave him a more thoughtful feeling than the sentence "I am not a Penghao person" that day.  Even Geng Langjun, who had just criticized Ye Chang for being worthless, could only have a stern expression at this time - at least he asked himself:?It is impossible to write such a poem.  ¡°I didn¡¯t expect to meet a strange person at this ferry.¡± The aunt said.  "It's a pity that I never knew his name." said the beautiful woman next to him.  These words reminded the sailors, and some people followed the boat a few steps, ran to the river and asked loudly: "The man who wrote the poem, may I ask who it is?" Ye Chang didn't want to leave any name, he asked the question loudly:  It's just to disgust that Geng Langjun.  But he didn't want to be famous, but there was a mangtoutuo sitting next to him. Shi Shan straightened up and shouted: "The person who wrote the poem is Xiuwu Yechang Shiyilang!" After saying this, he was proud and looked like he was honored.  appearance.  Ye Chang was stunned: "Monk, why did you tell me my name!" "Why didn't you tell me? If a man can't change his name, he can't change his surname!" "You, the monk, changed your lay name to Shi Shanzhi!"  Ye Chang was so angry that he snorted: "A man A man who talks a lot will die faster than anything else in this world!" Although he was angry, he couldn't help it.  He could almost imagine that this poem would definitely spread in the near future, and the tourists would definitely tell the story of what happened today to other passers-by.  Fenglingdu is a transportation hub. Maybe his name will be spread to Chang'an before others arrive.  As for Geng Langjun¡¯s grudge, it is even more unavoidable.  "Master Shanzhi, where are you going?" After crossing the Yellow River, Ye Chang asked, holding the reins.  He is not really kind and straightforward. This monk speaks quickly and has a straightforward temper. He is actually a very easy person to get along with.  "Wherever the donor goes, the monk will go." Shanzhi spread his hands and said with a smile: "If the donor says no, then the monk will just go." "You are a scoundrel." Ye Chang also had nothing to do with him: "I will  There is only one horse. If you can keep up, then follow me. If you can¡¯t keep up, don¡¯t blame me.¡± Even so, Ye Chang still led the horse and walked with Shan Zhi many times.  Because he was in a hurry to get to Chang'an, and because after entering Tongguan it was the land of Kinki, Ye Chang didn't bother to look for his place.  At night, they originally wanted to sleep outdoors, but the weather suddenly changed in the evening. The clouds in the sky were getting thicker and it was unlikely to rain at night, so the two of them looked for shelter from the rain.  "Isn't it said that Guanzhong is a prosperous place? Why does it look like this to the poor monk?" The more anxious they were to find shelter from the rain, the more they couldn't find it, and they couldn't even see any people.  Wherever he went, the land was very barren, not to mention crops, even weeds grew very little.  On the other hand, Huashan Mountain in the distance looks like a light blue shadow.  Ye Chang knows that Guanzhong was originally an extremely fertile land, but the development of Guanzhong has not stopped since the Qin Dynasty. In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, due to rapid population growth, Guanzhong's population expanded excessively, resulting in a serious shortage of food.  Even the Tang Dynasty court had to move to Dongdu to govern - this was not only because Emperor Li Sanlang was restless, but also because Guanzhong was no longer able to support the huge expenditure of the central government.  It was also from this era that China¡¯s economic center shifted to the southeastern Jianghuai area.  "Monks also love prosperity?" "Monks are also human beings, so why don't they love prosperity? If there is no prosperous place and is truly hidden in a place of abject poverty, who will support the monk?" "It's quite straightforward Master Shanzhi, you see  "There seems to be a temple over there?" "Sure enough, there is indeed a temple!" Shi Shan saw the top of the tower over there and said happily: "This is the poor monk's territory. It's the poor monk's turn to entertain you."  " "Don't be happy too early," Ye Chang said.  After entering Tongguan, we walked all the way here for more than twenty or thirty miles. There are not many people in such a long distance, so the incense in the temple here is probably similar to that of Shifang Temple.  But the two of them had nothing to choose from, because there were already crackling raindrops falling in the sky.  The two of them rushed into the temple quickly. As Ye Chang expected, the door of the temple had collapsed. It was an abandoned pagoda.  "There is rice on the horse's back and a pot for me to cook. Monk, while the rain has not yet fallen heavily, go find some firewood. If there is grass that can be fed to the horse, don't forget to cut it too  " Ye Chang ordered as he entered the Main Hall. As soon as he stepped in, his voice stopped.  Because he realized that there were already people in this majestic palace.  Strictly speaking, there are several groups of people, and the innermost ones are five whose clothes and appearance are not similar to those of the Tang Dynasty. They are looking here with curious eyes.  Then there was a group of businessmen, six in total. After seeing them coming, they carefully protected their luggage.  The last group, which also occupies the best position in the hall, is eight people. The two leaders are clearly officials and officials.??The remaining six are soldiers.  "Excuse me, it's going to rain heavily. Come and stay here for the night" "The West Side Hall can still accommodate you." Before Ye Chang could finish speaking, the official said angrily: "There are already enough people here!" Ye Chang said  Chang didn't argue with him and walked towards the west side hall.  Unlike the Main Hall, which is basically intact, there is a big hole in the roof of the west side hall. Fortunately, it is not in the middle, so the entire room will not be soaked by the rain.  Ye Chang led the horse into it, and not long after, Shanzhi also came in carrying some dry firewood. Seeing that the Buddha statue that was originally on the throne had long fallen to the ground, he threw down the firewood and said, "Amitabha, I don't know.  "Who is the Bodhisattva Arhat here? I am here to take shelter from the rain today. Please lend me a place." After saying that, he went over and moved the statue from the throne.  When Ye Chang saw this scene, he couldn't help but take a breath: What a powerful force.  The statue was just a hollow clay body, weighing hundreds of kilograms. Shanzhi moved it away without even taking a breath.  Seeing the light flashing in Ye Chang's eyes, he couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.  This is the era of cold weapons. With someone as powerful as Shanzhi by his side, his safety is more guaranteed, just like Tan Qinshou has Lin Xitong by his side.  Whether it¡¯s to protect your own safety or avenge your brother, you need such a powerful person around you. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Only the mind is not enough to bring goodness. Although this monk is rude, he has a true nature. The result of playing tricks with him is that the two parties will turn against each other in the end.  We need to take a long-term approach.  Ye Chang was just thinking about it when there was a rumble of thunder outside. The raindrops that were originally scattered suddenly became the size of soybeans, crackling and dripping chaotically.  Ye Chang gathered his mind, lit up the fire, and took off his small sand bowl from the horse.  This small sand bowl was what he used for cooking when he lost his place in the wild. He had built a simple stove with the broken bricks in the temple, and used the sand bowl to catch some rainwater, and then started to cook soup.  The weather was hot at this time and it was difficult to preserve all kinds of dry food, so Ye Chang carried some uncooked rice and some salted meat and fish.  He is a man who never gets tired of eating. Even with these ingredients, he still added some red dates and dried fruits, and simmered them slowly over low heat, preparing to make a bowl of alternative "eight-treasure porridge".  Then at this time, they heard the sound of carriages and horses outside. Ye Chang and Shi Zhishan both stretched their necks and looked out from the missing door, and saw a very familiar carriage appearing in their sights.  But it was the "aunt's" carriage. I never thought they would meet here again.  Just like Ye Chang, the "aunt" led the young woman beside him into the main hall first. After realizing that there were many people in the main hall, the "aunt" came out first. After a while, the young woman also came out with a strange look on her face.  When she came to the west wing, she realized that Ye Chang and Shi Shanzhi were here. She was stunned for a moment: "Auntie, it's the Ye Langjun who wrote the poem!" After hearing this, the "aunt" came over and greeted Ye Chang.  : "I am Aunt Gongsun, I have met Ye Langjun." "Aunt Gongsun? Aunt Gongsun who is good at sword dancing?" Ye Chang asked in surprise after hearing the name, which was somewhat rude.  No wonder he was rude, because of Du Fu, this Aunt Gongsun was quite famous in later generations.  "It turns out that Ye Langjun also knows the name of my concubine." Aunt Gongsun said with some joy: "We met again and again today. It is really fate. I will come back to tease Ye Langjun later." She is already over forty this year, and she is also  She was born as a dancer, and she was born in this bold and open Tang Dynasty. She didn't have to pay much attention to her behavior, and she could talk and laugh with strange men.  She took the young woman to the east chamber, but her coachman stayed here. After all, it was not good for two women to live together with one man.  And the people in the main hall were probably tired of being disturbed all the time, so they lifted up the broken door of the main hall, installed it, and reluctantly tied it from the inside.
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