Chapter 45: Doubts

  Xiaolin didn't leave after all. Although his butt was fooled by Yun Zheng twice and left the carriage twice, he still sat back steadily.

  "You know it's fake, but you're still moved by what I said. It's strange that you, a scholar, are so unusual. Others would kill someone who offends them slightly, yet they claim to be interested in supernatural and mystical things without showing any respect. I even think that if you were reading sacred texts, you probably wouldn't have any reverence for them either."

  Yun Zheng smiled and shook his head, saying: "It's not like that, this is just a reaction of small people. Facing the high monk, I am insignificant, facing you such a high Taoist, I am also insignificant, just like a beggar holding his only moldy dry rice cake, to those who are full it's not worth mentioning, but to the beggar it's everything, if someone comes to rob him, he would fight for his life without hesitation."

  Xiaolin pointed at Yun'er who was sleeping soundly and said to Yunteng: "Is this the dry cake you were talking about?"

  Yun Zheng nodded seriously and said: "Indeed, so it's best if you tell the monk not to compete with me, I will definitely fight to the death."

  "Big brother, I won't leave you." Cloud Two, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly stretched out his hands to hug Cloud Big, and burst into tears in an instant.

  Yun Da picked up Yun Er and held him in his arms, constantly comforting him: "Don't cry, don't cry, big brother won't leave you, nor will he send you to be a monk." Unexpectedly, the more he comforted him, the more Yun Er cried miserably. Just then, Jia Rou, who had just understood what was happening, tightly hugged one of Yun Er's legs and begged Yun Da not to send Yun Er to be a monk. The three people hugged each other, their cries shaking the sky.

  The Taoist priest's eyes turned red as he watched, and at this moment, he also felt that the method of the monk from Wugou was too cruel. Seeing the three people crying to the point of being dizzy, he heavily patted the car shaft with his palm and said: "It doesn't matter, Wugou bald donkey is still a reasonable person, since you are not willing, he will never have the idea of bullying the weak, this kind of thing he can't do. Alright, Lao Dao will go inform him, telling him not to do such an inhumane thing."

  Three people watched as the old Taoist disappeared at the edge of the narrow path, just like a monkey climbing up the mountain cliff. They were shocked and their mouths hung open. Then they saw him grab onto some vines and swing over to the other side of the cliff, only then did they confirm that he was indeed a high-ranking hermit.

  "Big brother, I'm hungry!" Yun Er gazed enviously at the old Taoist who was walking away and said to Yun Zheng.

  "I remember there's an empty space at the foot of the mountain, let's build a fire there and heat up the food we brought, it'll be like a picnic." The cured meat with red eyes was more surprised by the brothers' words than seeing Lao Dao climb the mountain. Just now they were still heartbroken, how did they suddenly become discussing what to eat and drink?

  Yun Zheng smiled and patted the old cow's buttocks, this time knowing that the two young masters were pretending to deceive Lao Dao thoroughly. Thinking of getting rid of this trouble, she thought that Xiao Shao Ye didn't have to become a monk, and she became happy.

  It's not a busy hour now, so there are hardly any pedestrians on the five-foot-wide path. The long pavilion by the road, which is used for farewell, is empty. The quality of Song people is obviously higher than that of later generations. There is plenty of firewood in the pavilion, and at this time, it's necessary to warm up a few cups of wine when sending off friends. Only after being encouraged by wine can one have the courage to set out on the road. Anyone who uses the firewood in the pavilion will try their best to make it up. On the wooden beam of the pillar, there is also a small bag of coarse rice and a small piece of salt, which are prepared for hungry travelers.

  Cured meat was cooked with porridge, and a bowl of rice was deliberately poured into the cloth bag. With a blush, she said to Yun Zheng: "The maid used to steal food from inside, but never had the chance to return it."

  Yun Zheng smiled brightly, and left the fine rice he had brought with him for cooking porridge. The rest of the rice was poured into a cloth bag in the long pavilion, and he couldn't help but think to himself, why didn't he know that there was free food here when he was hungry earlier?

  In the spring, the newly grown grass was soft and green. After Yun Er ran through the grass twice, his pant legs were covered in green grass stains. His kite couldn't fly, so Yun Zheng helped him get the swallow-shaped kite into the air, then returned to the fire pit. He motioned for Lai Ba's chicken to be taken out and played with by Yun Er, while he himself took the chicken given by Lai Ba, applied salt evenly, wrapped it in leaves, covered it in mud, and buried it in the fire pit to roast. By the time the porridge was cooked, the chicken should also be done.

  Watched the cured meat dragging its own butterfly kite running wildly, shook his head and walked past, helped her put up the kite as well. Seeing the two people shouting and playing happily, he also put down his guard, took out a volume of "Chu Ci" from his pocket and slowly read it.

  "Sorrowful winds blow and shake the flowers, my heart is wronged and inwardly wounded. Things have subtle changes in their nature, sounds have hidden beginnings before they are heard. What is Peng Zu's creative thought? And his will is lofty and not forgotten! Can the myriad changes of emotions be covered up? Which false pretenses can last long? Birds and beasts cry out to assemble their groups, grasses and plants compare but do not fragrance..."

  Yesterday, I happened to read this article "The Sorrowful Return of the Wind". The most important thing about reading a book is to immerse oneself in the atmosphere of the article, whether it's sorrow, anger, joy, sadness or grandeur. Only then can resonance be produced, and thus a new understanding of an article can be gained.

  However, Yun Zheng read "Chu Ci" but always couldn't find that rhythm, which is still due to his own limited understanding of this world. He used to think it was because of the era he lived in, now in the Song Dynasty, he still can't find that kind of atmosphere, or should he go to the Spring and Autumn period next time? Yun Zheng smiled wryly and said frankly that his understanding of "Chu Ci" is still far from enough.

  The noise came from the narrow alley, and those young masters and ladies had played enough and started to leave. Yun Zhen didn't pay attention to them. When he left the temple, he didn't even wait for Liang Qi, who was the one he talked to the most. He knew that they were destined to be people of two different paths. Since they were people of two different paths, it was only right to pretend not to know each other when they met.

  At least Xiao Wu Gen has achieved this, his mule cart whizzing down the mountain road, seemingly showing off his driving skills. Only a fool would dare to speed on such a narrow path. Some time ago, in order to repair Dou Sha Guan, Yun Zheng remembered that there were two piles of earthwork that had not been transported away, probably prepared by Can Jiang to raise the platform a bit higher, I don't know if they have been transported away now.

  A mule cart could easily pass through, and they were racing like this, probably going to overturn.

  Yun Zheng stretched his neck to watch the commotion, but didn't see anything. Miss Lanlan from the county magistrate's family discovered the kite flying in the sky and thought it was exceptionally ingenious. The kites their family flew were all flat boards, where did Yun Zheng learn to make such an ingenious one? Two kites were flying in the air as if they had come to life.

  Seeing them tightening their reins, Yun Zheng shook his head in disappointment and turned around the big bend to the mound...