Outside the temple gate, the snow is beginning to melt, and the ice edges dripping with water droplets hang under the eaves, exuding colorful colors in the sun.

Through the willow trees that had begun to sprout at the entrance of the temple, a river with open water and sky imprinted into his eyes.

Nearly a kilometer wide, dozens of large and small boats are busy coming and going.

One of the most eye-catching is a three-storey building, luxuriously decorated, with brocade clothes and colorful stripes fluttering in the wind, and it can be vaguely seen that there are many gorgeous women wearing light gauze and thin shirts on it, who come out of the wooden building of the building from time to time and walk to the slipway, some of them bring river water from the river, and wash in the mirror, and some are chasing and frolicking on the slipway in disheveled clothes, the picture is fragrant and charming, but it has nothing to do with him.

In addition to the colorful decoration of the ship, there are several closely, neatly arranged boats, contrary to the luxury of the previous one, the surface of these ships is wrapped in a layer of metal, each ship's bow, there is a lifelike, fangs and claws of the lion, tiger and leopard head, the ship is surrounded by samurai armed with bright guns and halberds standing guard.

In addition, there are some flat boats that are much smaller than the building boats, on which there are fishermen casting nets to fish, and when they see the building boats coming, they all avoid them from a distance.

This is the ancient rivers and mountains, everything seems to come out of the painting, there is no pollution of modern industry, the water is so clear, the sky is so blue, the air is so fresh, and the plants and trees are extraordinarily vibrant.

Zhen Ming looked at the boats coming and going on the river, and was stunned for a while, before he turned around and looked at the surrounding environment.

This is a temple built on a small hill by the river, judging from the area of the ruined temple, it is just a secluded river temple, and now it seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and there is not even a person to make incense.

The plaque of the broken temple gate has fallen from the door frame, broken in half, and scattered on the stone steps of the door, half of which has a seal on it with the word "temple".

He bent down and turned over the other half of the plaque, and the two sides were put together with three simple and vigorous seal characters of "Jialan Temple".

Judging from the cracks and large footprints on the door plate, which were obviously cut by some sharp weapon, it seems that the people who demolished this temple in the first place showed how disrespectful they were to the gods enshrined inside.

He walked down the hill to the bank of the river, and then along the bank, and occasionally one or two plainly dressed peasants with hoes on their shoulders, and the woodcutter walked past him, and when he saw him approaching, they all avoided him in fear.

Zhen Mingku's hard work to stop an old woman who was old and deaf, probably because she was even more inconvenient than him, was stopped by him, and asked her what dynasty she was now, but he repeated it loudly many times, and the old woman finally understood his half-white and half-ancient Mandarin, and chattered for a long time, Zhen Mingku's words captured the words "Emperor Holy Khan" from her inarticulate and heavily accented words.

After speaking, the old woman walked away on crutches, leaving Zhen Mingku standing there in confusion and recalling her stomach.

"Holy Khan Emperor?" Zhen Mingku has never been very interested in literature and history, otherwise he wouldn't even know who the Holy Khan Emperor is.

Just as he was thinking, a hurried sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him, and when he looked back, a soldier in military uniform rode a yellow-maned horse galloping from a distance.

Behind the saddle, there is a black flag with the word "驿" written on it.

After a while, he arrived in front of Zhen Mingku, Zhen Mingku hurriedly limped to the side with a cane to dodge, but before he could dodge, a whip was drawn from the air and slammed on his body.

Immediately followed by another kick, Zhen Mingku was immediately kicked to the sky, fell to the ground, and hit the stones on the side of the road, his eyes went straight to Venus, and the sky was spinning.

I only heard a soldier on horseback shouting: "Don't hide yet!" Missed the 800-mile urgent military situation, the three tribes of Zhu'er! ”

In just a few moments, the sound of the horse's hooves was already far away.

Zhen Mingzhu lay on the ground for a while, and it took a while to come back to his senses, and he reached out and touched the place where he was hit on his head, and was knocked into a big bag.

He struggled to his feet, holding on to his crutches, and limped in the direction of the messenger......

……

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A month later.

"It's almost open! Prepare the bowl, open the door in a while, you, you, you and you, hug me together, surround me and rush forward together, don't care about the Hubei gang those people to make trouble, rush forward with all your might, rush to the front, wait for the reward money and buns, and then settle accounts with them when you turn around, do you understand? ”

"Don't worry, boss, it's not the first time for the brothers."

A beggar, dressed in rags, with a shawl, dirty, and a foul smell, glanced at the young man who was squatting in the corner of the wall and coughing so much that his lungs were about to cough out, with a look of fear on his face, and whispered to the others: "Don't rob him, avoid him." ”

"Yes."

A young man with a scar on his face and a body that was noticeably cleaner than the other beggars was crouching in the corner, coughing lifelessly, staggering to his feet and walking into the crowd.

When the others saw him coming, they all dodged away, not daring to come within three feet of him.

The young man looked up at the gate of the backyard, and the gate opened, and several beautiful little maids dressed brightly came out of it, followed by several slaves dressed in uniforms, carrying several large buckets of hot white porridge and steamed buns.

A group of beggars swarmed up, and he squeezed in with him......

……

After drinking a bowl of hot porridge and two steamed buns, Zhen Mingku felt a little more comfortable, lying under the corner of the wall, basking in the sun.

A month ago, he mixed in a group of refugees, entered Luoyang City, wandered aimlessly in Luoyang City, and inadvertently came to the back door alley of this compound, and saw the backyard door of the red apricot courtyard, surrounded by a bunch of people, and thought that it was some kind of Jianghu showmanship, and the jugglers were setting up stalls here.

This is the gate of the backyard of a wealthy house called "Red Apricot Courtyard", which is surrounded by tall and thick, vermilion walls, and there are tall buildings inside, all of which are four or five stories high.

It is said that it took half an hour to drive a horse-drawn carriage around the wall.

Every morning, a few brightly dressed little maids would open the door of the backyard, carry out a few buckets of hot porridge and steamed buns from inside, and place them at the door to distribute to the old, weak, sick and disabled beggars.

In the beginning, some old women, women and children who were disabled and infirm could be relieved, but later this spread in Luoyang City, and beggars from all over the country heard the news, and soon it became a gathering place for some young and strong, lazy beggars.

Every day at this time, these people form gangs and block the backyard door, waiting for the people inside to deliver food to come out.

Sometimes it's too late, and some people just scold it.

The beggars gathered more and more, the monks had more porridge and less porridge, and the porridge water gradually became insufficient, so that some of the people at the back of the line could not drink a bowl, so every day at noon, there were a bunch of people crowded at the door to line up, for fear that they would not be able to share the porridge if they were late.

When Zhen Mingku first arrived here, he was unfamiliar with the place, covered in scars, hungry and cold, and his eyes were dizzy with hunger, and when he saw someone sending porridge, he also squeezed forward with others, who knew that these people were all beggars who had become fine guys, hugging each other one by one, several people became one person and squeezed forward, and he couldn't squeeze them alone.

The already weak body, after two days, even begged for a steamed bun.

Finally, on the third day, he was squeezed to the front, begged for two steamed buns, and didn't think that after just a few bites, he was surrounded by a group of people, indiscriminately, and beaten violently.

If it weren't for a beautiful teenage girl who came out of the compound in time to stop these people, he would almost become the hero of a bloody case caused by steamed buns.

At that time, the pretty girl saw that he was beaten and covered in blood, so she was pitiful, and specially gave him two more steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, and he barely survived.

Later, some kind-hearted beggars saw that he had just arrived and didn't understand the rules, so they couldn't help but secretly mention a few words to him.

Don't worship the mountain, don't join the gang, begging casually is tantamount to going against all the beggars, everywhere there will be people evicted and beaten, begging for land, like this kind of place where people send porridge every day, it is a first-class fertile land, and those who can come here to beg are some beggars with heads and faces.

Most of them were elders of the beggar association, and in addition to a bowl with no horns, they also had a bamboo pole.

The bamboo pole is a status symbol, which means that he has been begging for a living for some years, which is equivalent to the official rank.

A newcomer like Zhen Mingku, who has no qualifications and no backing docks, will be beaten if he queues up casually.

It's just that the paradox of this rule is that he can't be on someone else's team, it doesn't mean that others can't be on his team.

At the end of the day, this is a world where violence reigns.

Figuring this out, he started beating people.