The snow is very heavy, carried by the mountain wind at night. It seems that the trees that have been made for thousands of years cannot resist it. It sways weakly with the howling and manic wind and snow, and it has not stopped until dawn.

In fact, the most despicable thing in the world is nothing else, it is human beings. This is true, because people can survive in any environment, no matter how rich or poor or humble they are, they will be a lifetime.

Three days before the sky vision appeared.

In the early morning, the nobles and men were still sleeping in the gentle land, while the poor people had already awakened from hunger and cold. The people were suffering from heavy taxes. But fortunately, the people were always the people. As long as they had a bite of food and a piece of tiles covering their bodies, they would have a safe life. This has been the case for thousands of years.

The vegetable market entrance was surprisingly lively in the early morning. The heavy snow for several months brought despair to the poor and also brought business opportunities to the wealthy merchants. Before dawn, several merchants in Wang Chengnei asked their friends to place oil and rice by the road early. The price of ice and snow was naturally several times that of usual. Poor families did not have these, so they could only exchange their children. The people who were sold were divided into three or six levels like animals.

The inferior boy had two cups of millet, the medium-sized strength was five pounds of wheat, and the high-class beauty added ten pounds of cotton and one pound of salt. The strong labor was to be sold to other countries as slaves, while the handsome woman was to be screened and sent to the palace as a favor and happiness.

It gradually evolved into a legal population market. The officers and soldiers collected taxes and sold them to other countries every day, and from then on, they were sent to carriages filled with slaves. Merchants from neighboring countries would barter here, and it was even more lively.

Just early this morning, just as the vendors and the poor were busy with each other, a monk in rags and dust appeared on the street. He sat on the snow in a slave carriage begging for charity, waiting for the donation.

But people can't even fill themselves, so where will anyone come to give charity to him?

So this is really new. The slave merchant next to him laughed at the monk and said, "Monk, what are you doing here?"

The monk said, "The monk is here to save people."

His voice was dull and his eyes were not open yet, and the man laughed. Then he said to the monk: "Monkey is afraid that he is lost in his heart, and he doesn't think that you are almost starving to death. Who can you save yourself?"

The monk opened his eyes. He looked at the numb and desperate crowd in front of him and said calmly: "Save people is saving yourself, and the monk saves the people who want to be saved."

"Crazy bald donkey." The slave merchant spat hard on the ground, pointed at the slaves in his car and shouted loudly: "Did you hear that? I'm afraid this monk wants to save you. Do you want to be saved?"

The slaves shook their heads tremblingly, and the merchant scolded, "Boys! If you don't want to be saved, spit on him."

The slaves hesitated, and another businessman beside him also advised him to be angry with a poor monk. The merchant cursed: "I just can't stand this idiot. If you believe in Buddhism, you can save people with a full meal? If that kind of labor is effective, then who else can we make money? Spit, and whatever you vomit will have a full meal tonight!"

Under the temptation of a full meal, the slaves seemed to be no longer confused. They rushed to spit at the monk, but the monk was still motionless in the laughter of everyone, as quiet as a stubborn stone in the strong wind.

The slave merchant smiled arrogantly and said to the monk: "Mad Buddha, do you still want to save them?"

The monk said calmly: "As long as they want to save themselves."

After saying that, the monk began to recite scriptures in a low voice, but his chanting sound was soon overwhelmed by the sarcasm and ridicule around him until a delicate jade hand that was swollen and swollen appeared.

The hand squeezed out of the ridicule and hesitated to put a piece of rough cake into the monk's bowl. The monk opened his eyes and saw a woman in a thick coat smiling at her a little embarrassedly.

The woman looked quite young, only twenty-one or two years old. She had a pretty face but was a little haggard. Her thick cotton jacket could not cover her still round and bulging abdomen. She was a young pregnant woman.

Everyone was watching the slave merchants play with the monk, but they didn't expect that someone would give the monk at this time. Someone with sharp eyes had already recognized who the pregnant woman was. She was originally the daughter of the late Tailor Ji, named Wulan, who went to the street to buy food this day, and I was afraid that I saw the monk because I was pitiful, so I gave him a cake.

The slave merchant also knew Ulan, so he smiled sarcastically at her, "What's the matter, Ulan girl, are you going to give it to someone if you can't eat it?"

Ulan smiled embarrassedly, and then said weakly: "The adult business is booming. My father worshipped the Buddha during his lifetime and told me not to treat the monks and masters badly, so that the adults would laugh."

"Bah!" The merchant spitted sticky phlegm on the ground again and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that your father was so angry that he was so angry by you because he believed in Buddhism."

After saying that, the merchant turned around and left in a carriage filled with slaves. The crowd dispersed, while Wulan squatted on the ground and said to the monk: "Master, you came to the wrong place. People in this city are not good-minded and will not offer you. I will give you some pasta. You can go southwest. I heard that the city over there is better."

The monk looked at Ulan in front of him and said to her: "Since the donor understands that place of life is rich, why should he stay here?"

Ulan smiled and said to him, "I can't leave. I'm going to wait for someone to come back here. When he arrives, of course we will go...... Let's not talk about it, Master, please leave quickly. If you leave late, it will be difficult to leave."

While Wulan spoke, her hand caressed her abdomen inadvertently, and the monk discovered the difference between her and the people in this city. Although her eyes were tired, they were clear.

So the monk stood up and nodded to Wulan and said, "Even so, the monk thanked the female donor. The monk had a few words to give to the female donor, can he?"

Wulan nodded, and the monk said, "The star map changes to a new star, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves on the wind and snow night. When the snow stops, the disaster will come. First, look at the figure on the ground. All good and bad things must be determined by themselves. Buddha is in the old temple in the north of the city."

After saying a few words, he bowed to Ulan and folded his hands together, then turned around and left.

Ulan didn't understand the monk's words, so she shouted to the monk: "Master, you've gone wrong, it's not the west side!"

The monk did not look back, but just laughed loudly, "I came from the west and would not go back like this!"

Wulan was stunned for a moment, and a trance in front of her eyes. The monk had disappeared in the crowd. Wulan was confused and didn't think about anything, so she turned around and walked towards the direction of home.

But there was no reason for an unknown premonition in her heart. She seemed to have forgotten something very important in her mind. She thought in a daze, and when she accidentally stabbed the needle into her hand, a pain came. With a "ah" sound, Ulan suddenly remembered the words that monk You Fang had said to her a few days ago.

Ulan had never understood the monk's meaning before, but at this moment she felt that the monk's words seemed to have a deep meaning.

"Is the first sentence in the Jie words that the master said to me before, is it the present?"

She thought about those words desperately. The monk's words were generally: new stars appeared in the day, and when the star map in the past was disrupted, the sound of horse hooves would be heard in the middle of the night, and when the snow stopped, the disaster would follow, and then...

At this time, you have to look at your own shadow? What does it mean?

When Ulan thought of this, she hurriedly stood up and held the oil lamp high. Under the faint light, Ulan looked like the shadow she should have reflected on the wall, but this look didn't matter, and she almost shouted out!

Under the light, her shadow kept swaying on the wall, and the most terrifying thing was that the shadow was only half!

Yes, the shadow of the wall suddenly stopped at the waist, and there was no trace of it below. The knife and axe were chopping so neatly, as if it was cut in half by someone.

Ulan's cold sweat fell down, and everyone knew that the shadow should be born from under his feet and would never disappear out of thin air. But what does this half shadow on the wall mean at this time?
Chapter completed!