A boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old walked down the street with a basket hanging on his arm and his head lowered.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and his steps were a little fast, but his clothes were still wet from the rain.

In his basket were vegetable leaves just picked up from the market, which were probably his family's food today.

After entering this small and dilapidated courtyard, the young man looked back and saw a group of Wu Lingwei soldiers passing by on the street, but did not pay attention to him.

He quickly looked away and didn't seem to care much about the soldiers.

The young man turned around and walked into the yard, opened the cotton curtain with many patches and entered the house.

There was an old woman with cloudy eyes in the room. She raised her head and looked at the young man.

"Is the street still chaotic?"

the old woman asked.

The young man nodded: "Chaos."

The old woman hummed and said nothing more. When the boy entered the inner room, the old woman went out on crutches, staggered to the door, sat in the doorway and looked at the street outside.

The door opening is not very wide, just enough to cover the rain.

After the young man entered the inner room, he lifted up the mat on the earthen kang, and there was a hole underneath.

He got in and climbed down the ladder. When he reached the bottom, it became spacious.

At this moment, the man in black robe is in the dark room, holding an oil lamp and looking at the wall.

He wrote many names on the wall with charcoal, and he also crossed out many names.

After entering the door, the young man leaned over and said, "Sir, the streets are a little quieter today, but Wu Lingwei's people are still patrolling closely."

The man in black robe nodded: "Have you heard about Lin Ye?"

The young man said: "Lin Ye took a car and wandered around Yangzi City today. He has already gone around half a circle."

The man in black robe hummed, "I just want to scare the local officials in Yangzi City and make them work more diligently."

He moved his eyes away from the wall, walked to the side and sat down.

"Lin Ye has killed too many people. We need to slow down a little so that the people in Yangzi City don't be so afraid."

The young man stepped forward and opened the vegetable leaves on the basket. Inside was the food he had brought back.

There is wine and meat.

The man in black robe said: "There is no need to risk buying these things from tomorrow on. Lin Ye is far more powerful than we expected."

The young man leaned over and said, "I didn't buy it, it was stolen. As a poor person like me, it would be unreasonable to buy these things."

The man in black robe smiled.

He looked at the young man and said, "You go out again tomorrow morning, find a way to notify others, and be patient for a few more days."

The young man said: "I know."

He turned around to go out, and the man in black robe handed him the roast chicken in the basket: "I'll just keep the wine."

The young man was a little frightened, but finally took the roast chicken.

In addition to the man in black robes, there was also a monk sitting cross-legged on the earthen bed not far away in the dark room.

The man in black robe walked over carrying the wine bottle and shook the wine bottle in front of the monk.

The monk looked at him with disgust, but the man in black robe was amused by his boring behavior.

"You masters and disciples are so interesting."

The man in black robe sat down, unscrewed the cork, and took a big gulp of wine.

He said: "Your apprentice has killed countless people. You have killed more people than him, but you still uphold the fast. Isn't this a joke?"

The monk replied: "If you can keep one precept, you are better than a person who doesn't keep any precepts. At least I will have a better time in hell than you."

The man in black robe chuckled.

He said: "It's nothing more than self-deception."

The monk asked: "How are you different?"

The man in black robe said: "Then tell me, how am I the same as you?"

The monk looked at him and said seriously: "You have been a substitute for twenty years, and you have imitated the general in every word and deed. So now, you often feel that you are really a general."

These words were harsh, but the man in black robe was not angry.

He said: "If I can't fool myself, I can't fool anyone else."

The monk asked: "How long do we have to wait?"

The man in black robe replied: "Soon."

He took another sip of wine and said: "After careful inspection, if it is confirmed that the emperor really does not have a master of the God-endowed realm with him, then we can go out and give it a try."

He looked at the monk: "You said that if you can keep one precept, then why did you choose to break the precept of killing in the first place? Aren't other things better than breaking the precept of killing?"

The monk replied: "Because I can't help it."

The man in black robe laughed again.

He laughed and said: "You can bear not to drink alcohol, not eat meat, and not lie, but you can't keep the prohibition on killing. How ridiculous."

The monk replied: "Don't drink, don't be addicted, don't eat meat, don't be greedy, don't lie, don't have to, don't kill people... my temper can't bear it."

The man in black robe pressed forward and asked: "When you think about killing Emperor Jade, do you feel nervous or not? Are you happy?"

The monk replied: "I have studied Zen since I was six years old and debated scriptures with others eighty-eight times. Every time I couldn't defeat my opponent. The Zen master said that I had no wisdom. He said that if I practice for fifty or a hundred years, I won't be able to do it.

With great enlightenment, my name will not be left in Zen Buddhism."

Man in black robe: "It doesn't matter whether you stay or not. Don't you Zen people say that you have no desires and no desires?"

Monk: "I don't believe it."

The man in black robe didn't know how to answer these three words.

After a while, he sighed: "No wonder your master said you have no wisdom."

The monk said: "If I can't make a name for myself through Zen, then I will make a name for myself by killing the emperor. In the future, my master will know about it and scare him."

The man in black robe thought that this guy was seriously ill, so he taught the disciple who was also seriously ill.

As a result, his disciple also died miserably because he was seriously ill.

Three years ago, his disciple thought he was good enough, so he challenged his master and was beaten to death.

But after being crippled, instead of being discouraged, he felt that he was more capable. After all, it was not so easy for his master to cripple him.

So, the young monk began to travel around the world, and the first thing he did was to kill Tuoba Lie.

Like his master, he wants to become famous in the world.

The man in black robe asked: "Master Buwu, which master of yours gave you this title?"

The monk replied: "I took it myself."

He asked the man in black robe: "Have you ever thought that if I kill the emperor, if I kill him, I will be famous forever, and you? If the general becomes the emperor, how will you be famous forever?"

The man in black robe said: "I don't need it."

He said: "I don't enjoy fame, I only enjoy power. When a general becomes emperor, he needs a substitute. As long as I remain his substitute, I will have whatever power he has."

The monk thought for a while and nodded: "That's right."

The man in black robe stood up: "You can continue to meditate, I'll go to bed."

The monk suddenly said: "You are right."

The man in black robe turned around and asked him: "What am I right about?"

The monk raised his head and looked at the man in black robes, with a somewhat frightening light in his eyes.

He said: "I am indeed a little nervous, but also very happy."

The man in black robe snorted: "He is indeed a fucking lunatic."

At the same time, Lin Ye's carriage passed by this intersection on the street.

Through the car window, Lin Ye glanced at the old woman sitting in the doorway.

Through the rain curtain, he could see the old woman's cloudy eyes. Without too many vicissitudes of life, she would not have eyes like that.

Lin Ye asked Flea: "Why do old people always like to be in a daze?"

Flea: "Because I can only be in a daze."

Lin Ye nodded.

He thought of Lao Chen. They all arrived in Guzhu, and Lao Chen himself was the only one left in Yunzhou City.

Chen Weiwei entrusted Lao Chen to him. Now Chen Weiwei's whereabouts are unknown and she doesn't know where she is in winter.

Fortunately, Lin Ye told Gao Gong and the others to take good care of Lao Chen.
To be continued...