No need to ask, the young monk knew early on that he would be accompanying him to the competition, and was not surprised at all by Prime Minister Zuo's visit. He just nodded and said: "The monk has returned to secular life, and there is no more beauty in the world. Only Shi Xiaoxiao is left with a bald head."
Mr. Hu laughed loudly: "Wu Yan is a master, and Shi Xiaoxiao is also a master. There is no difference." After saying that, he turned back to look at Song Yang and others: "This Mr. Shi, like you, is a top-notch scholar in Nanli.
During this visit, everyone worked together to promote our Nanli national prestige."
Shi Xiaoxiao did not bother him at all, and greeted the nine monks one by one with a smile on his face and a gentle tone. The other monks either came from the mountains or were ordinary people, and had little understanding of Buddhist affairs. They did not know the monk's background, but from
How could Prime Minister Zuo's attitude not understand that this person had a great background, so most of them returned the favor politely and exchanged a few words, but Er Sha was more serious. When Shi Xiaoxiao came to greet him, he frowned and said: "If you return to secular life, you will no longer be a monk."
Why are you still wearing a monk's robe? Let's change clothes."
Shi Xiaoxiao didn't take it seriously and replied: "Clothes are just clothes, no matter whether they are monk clothes or official robes. People are people, no matter whether they are monks or butchers."
Er Sha couldn't understand such words, and shook his head blankly: "I am not a monk, nor a butcher, I am a sheepherder... I am an official of Nanli, and the audience platform is for the minister."
Shi Xiaoxiao smiled: "You are you, you are very good." He walked up to Heikou Yao who was next to Er Sha. Before he could speak this time, A Yiguo said first: "Monk, you are beautiful, look.
My heart is beating so hard." Her eyes were shining, and she looked like she was about to take off her monk's clothes.
Unexpectedly, Shi Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and took Ai Guo's hand.
Even if he becomes secular and no longer needs to observe the sexual precepts, he should still take care of the defense between men and women; take a step back and at least understand who the other person is. Can anyone touch Heikou Yao's hand? But Shi Xiaoxiao doesn't care at all, with both palms
He put his hands together and covered Aiguo's left hand in his palm... But Meng Lang's actions only showed kindness to him: "You are also beautiful. Everything in the living world is beautiful, and everything makes me tempted.
."
After saying that, he let go of her hand, leaned down to pick up a still green fallen leaf from the ground, and placed it in Ayiguo's hand. Without explaining anything, he turned to look at the last strange man: Song Yang.
Shi Xiaoxiao's eyes are not very big, but there is a faint light in them, as if two clear springs seem to be still but are actually flowing slowly. According to the old man, these are 'peach blossom eyes', which are the most charming. No matter who is attracted by them,
Staring like this would inevitably make him dizzy, and Song Yang was no exception. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Master, you are sick."
His words were rude, and everyone else was startled. Shi Xiaoxiao looked a little surprised, and then said with relief: "It turns out that Mr. Sir is a famous doctor, and you can tell it just by looking at him. I have a chronic lung disease, and I have been doing this since I was a child. I have been suffering from this problem for a long time, so it doesn't matter."
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Only then did everyone realize that the master was really ill. Prime Minister Zuo also laughed and said, "Mr. Shi is just like me. My lungs are not very good either."
Shi Xiaoxiao smiled and replied: "There is no escape from suffering in this world. It is inevitable."
But Song Yang was unwilling to give up. He grabbed the monk's wrist and checked his pulse. After asking about the pulse, he reached out to pull out his eyelids and said, "Show me your tongue."
The five internal organs correspond to the five senses. A good doctor can make preliminary inquiries by observing the five senses. Song Yang grew up with Imperial Physician You, and he has already developed this skill. The monk's face is plump and his complexion is shiny and shiny, except for the sides of his nose, which are slightly dull.
According to the medical scriptures, it was thought to be a lung disease. But after observing more carefully, Song Yang saw some other abnormalities on the monk's face...
Checking the disease was a meticulous process, and everyone else was waiting from the side. Gradually Er Sha became impatient and ran to Mr. Hu to ask for instructions and wanted to go around. Prime Minister Zuo knew his intelligence and did not blame him. He appointed a
A small official accompanied him, mainly because he was afraid that he would get lost.
Second Silly didn't wander around, so he browsed nearby shops. There was a shop not far away. Er Silly let out a sigh when he stepped in. The store was not small, but it had no goods at all. There were only a group of shirtless people wearing handcuffs and shackles.
Big men. All of them are young and strong. These people have brown and black skin and are tall and tall. They have deep-set eye sockets and high nose bridges. Their appearance is very different from that of the Chinese people, but they are also different from the mutes. They should be of another race.
The accompanying clerk explained to Er Sha: "These are ghost slaves. They are as strong as cattle and well-behaved and capable. The most rare thing is that they are loyal to their masters. All the nobles and wealthy families in Dayan are rushing to get them."
The nobles of Nanli have always followed the example of Dayan. In recent years, the trend of raising ghost slaves has also spread. The rich people in Nanli like to raise a few ghost slaves to show their status. If someone buys it, there will naturally be someone to sell it.
This shop was specialized in selling slaves.
Er Sha's eyes were sharp. He glanced at it for a moment and pointed at a slave: "Isn't he a ghost slave?"
The one he clicked on had obviously lighter skin than his companions, had curly yellow hair and a yellow beard, and was injured. His right chest was wrapped in a thick bandage. After hearing the second fool's inquiry, the owner of the shop greeted him attentively.
, with a smile on his face: "Sir, you have good judgment. This is a Uighur, not a ghost slave. He has only arrived a few days ago."
The clerk frowned and asked, "Why are there Uighurs?" The ghost slave came from a foreign land, so you don't need to pay too much attention to it, but the Uighurs are a powerful country... The owner of the shop understood what he meant and hurriedly responded: "Don't worry, sir, the trumpet is a regular business, every day
Everyone has a deed of sale, and this Uighur is no exception. He did it voluntarily and without any coercion." After saying that, he turned back to the counter and took out the deed and handed it to the clerk for inspection.
At this time, the Uighur suddenly asked Er Sha: "Are you an official?" Although it was unfamiliar, it was undoubtedly Chinese. Even the shop owner was surprised and said in amazement: "You can speak... and you understand Chinese?"
The Uighur ignored his master and asked the second fool: "Are you a high official?"
Er Sha was very discouraged and told the truth: "I am a small official. The big official is outside on the street."
"How big an official is it?" The Uighur slave looked excited...
On the street, the more he inspected Song Yang, the more solemn his expression became. After thinking for a moment, he slowly pressed his right thumb under the monk's left rib and lifted it hard. Shi Xiaoxiao didn't react at all, with a calm smile on his face.
Seeing the other party's appearance, Song Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "Doesn't it hurt? It seems that I made a mistake. Master, nothing is wrong."
"I'm not a master, just call me by my name from now on." Shi Xiaoxiao shook his head and continued: "Also, it's not that it doesn't hurt, it hurts terribly, it's comparable to a thousand arrows piercing the body."
Ayiguo was surprised: "It hurts you, don't you scream?"
"It's like wearing monk's robes, I'm used to it." The monk explained in a calm tone. Song Yang's face was too lazy to ask whether Shi Xiaoxiao was used to pain or used to smile calmly, and asked solemnly: "Have you eaten anything special recently?
?”
When asking questions, Song Yang raised his head inexplicably and looked at the heavy dark clouds in the sky.
"The food a monk eats is just a simple meal. There is nothing special about it. But today I have become a vulgar person. Prepare big fish, meat, wine and good food, and have a big meal." After saying that, Shi Xiaoxiao laughed: "But looking at you,
I seem to be very ill, and I have no intention of eating now. I just want to ask you, can I be cured?"
Song Yang did not answer him, but asked: "Where have you been recently?"
Shi Xiaoxiao shook his head: "I haven't stepped out of the temple gate in the past month." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise on the street, and a burly man with handcuffs and shackles rushed out of a shop not far away.
, yelling something in his mouth, and rushed towards them with all his strength.
The one who rushed out was the Uighur slave. He had been staying in the shop and didn't know what was going on outside. When he found out that Prime Minister Nanli Zuo was actually on the street, he suddenly went crazy and rushed out of the shop.
The Uighur man was fierce and yelling something. His Chinese was not good to begin with, and his voice was distorted when he was excited. No one could understand what he was shouting. Lord Hu's accompanying guards only thought he was an assassin.
, without even asking, he drew his sword and rushed towards him. However, before the guards could come forward to kill him, the man in charge of looking after the shop approached him and punched him over.
This Uighur man had strong muscles, but he was an empty frame. He couldn't even withstand a punch and fainted immediately.
The shop owner turned pale with fright and hurriedly ran out, not caring to see the slave. He knelt down in front of Prime Minister Zuo in the street, kowtowed hard and stammered his explanation, "Excuse me." Prime Minister Zuo waved his sleeves without bothering about such a trivial matter.
Said: "Forget it, keep an eye on your slave from now on."
The owner of the shop thanked him profusely and stood up to ask the waiter to drag the slave back. But Song Yang, who was on the side, was obviously startled after seeing the Uighurs clearly and said: "Wait a minute." He quickly caught up and snatched the slave from the waiter's hand.
A slave.
The shop owner was surprised... When he accepted this 'goods', he thought very simply. Slaves from a powerful country at that time would be able to show their identity as masters and would probably be sold at a good price.
But after a few days, when those regular customers came to visit, they were not interested when they saw this Uighur man, but shook their heads and left. Gradually, the store owner also vaguely figured out that it was because the Uighurs were strong that Uighurs could not be sold. Just imagine
, the Uighur Crown Prince would be so angry if he knew that the nobles of the small country of Nanli kept their own people as slaves. Such a slave is simply the owner's trouble, but when he bought it, it was expensive. The shopkeeper was reluctant to let him go, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.
I look forward to the day when an ignorant and dandy disciple will offer to take this person away.
Just yesterday, the officer in charge of the street specifically reminded the shop owner that he should either sell it as soon as possible or let him go. He could not always keep a Uyghur slave in the shop. Now, the Uyghur slave went crazy for no reason and almost killed himself.
The young man seemed to be quite interested in him again. The shop owner did not dare to hesitate at all. He just happened to hold the Uighur's bond of sale in his hand and directly put it into Song Yang's hand: "My lord, you are interested in him. It's his."
Blessing is the blessing of a small person. Don’t take any money from it, just treat it as a small person’s filial piety.”
Song Yang had no intention of listening to what the other party said, and casually stuffed the bond of sale into the arms of the Uighur slave. This move actually returned the Uighur slave's freedom. Song Yang didn't care about this at all, and helped the slave lie down.
Detecting the pulse, then picking up the eyelids, pinching the mouth and looking at the tongue, and finally stretching out the fingers to lift the ribs again. This set of consultation process was exactly the same as when he treated Shi Xiaoxiao.
With Song Yang's thumb lift, the unconscious Uighur suddenly let out a scream and woke up from the severe pain, but only for a moment, he fainted again.
Anyone with a little knowledge can see that this Uighur slave seems to be suffering from the same disease as Shi Xiaoxiao, and Song Yang's expression became more solemn. He reached out and tore off the Uighur bandage, leaving a wound on his right chest.
It was quite deep, and it should have hurt the lungs.
Song Yang stood up and came to Prime Minister Zuo: "Master Hu..." As soon as he said three words, he suddenly said "huh" and then smiled bitterly: "Master Hu, please forgive me for being abrupt."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right thumb for the third time and gently pressed it on the Prime Minister's ribs. However, due to his identity, he did not concentrate and just looked at the other person with a questioning look.
Prime Minister Zuo was stunned for a moment: "I have the same disease as them?" He then nodded: "I understand Mr. Song's kindness in treating illnesses and saving people. It doesn't hurt to give it a try."
Lifting his thumb, the old man groaned for a while. Although he didn't show an exaggerated expression, the sudden cold sweat on his forehead and cheeks, and the uncontrollable trembling of his body still showed how painful it was.