On the way up the mountain, Cui Zhi secretly observed the scholar beside him.

The age of the scholar Wenxin cannot be judged roughly from his appearance. At first glance, a young scholar in his twenties may be his actual age. The scholar beside him is the same. He has a fair and honest appearance, a calm and peaceful temperament, and has no crazy appearance of the cultists of the Eternal Life Sect, and his eyes are like the waves floating in the dark river.

Such a demeanor is not born or has a high status or a high position for many years, so Cui Zhi couldn't help but feel curious: "Mr. Cui Mouguan has a dragon and a phoenix figure, but he will even believe in the deceptive external evil sayings of the Yongsheng Sect?"

The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are not static.

Do ordinary people dare to imagine immortality?

Such a graceful posture was a pawn for the Yongsheng Sect, and it was a pity that the pearl was secretly cast. When Cui Zhi closed his eyes, he was shocked to find that he was empty and could not sense the other party's breath at all. He guessed that the other party was either a master of practicing internal kung fu or a genius who was good at restraining his breath. He might not be able to find such skills and touch his side quietly, and he was worthy of guarding.

The scribe did not answer immediately.

He looked at the winding mountain road that extended upwards, and somehow he felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if an invisible hand was pinching his heart. The master of the hand admired his disobedience from a high point. The scholar closed his eyes and suppressed his breath.

The literati said: "Don't believe it."

Cui Zhi didn't seem to expect this answer.

"Since I don't believe it, why gather people around the mountains?"

The scribe bluntly admitted: "Nature is for the purpose of survival."

"In order to survive, I chose to gather people to rebel. The Eternal Life Cult incites the common people and shakes the foundation of the country, and has been indebted to write about the crimes. But it is another group of incompetent mobs, who are afraid that they will lose their lives if they are in vain and lose their lives." Cui Zhi was filled with anger. The plague in Tianqing County can only blame the local government for being incompetent in government affairs, but the storm was so big that it indirectly exhausted my mother-in-law, which is inseparable from the Eternal Life Cult's intensification.

"A real man is born between heaven and earth. He should subvert the world and reshape the ambitions of the world." The scholar became increasingly nervous by talking to Cui Zhi. "I think Cui Lang is also a dragon and phoenix among people. Everyone is born, when will he bow his back to see the world?"

This is a mockery of Cui Zhi for not knowing the sufferings of the world.

Cui Zhi snorted coldly in his heart.

The scholar said again: "Has Cui Lang raised a rabbit?"

Cui Zhi didn't know how he mentioned this, but he continued to answer according to the topic: "No, but his wife and daughter at home bought two at the night market. She was not lucky enough to buy one male and one female. She kept it in the yard for a few months and then several litters appeared."

This is also a warm and interesting thing.

In order to prevent the rabbits from expanding, Cui Zhi specially ordered people to deal with these rabbits and brought them to the table, leaving only two male rabbits to continue to raise them, so that their little daughter would not be able to explain one day. I remember Cui Hui still joked at that time: [Is the Cui family still lacking a few bites of rabbit meat? After a while, it was Huachao, and the night market in the market was sold. Those girls liked these snowballs the most.]

Not only did you not lose, but you also made a small profit.

Cui Zhi said helplessly: [It is not short of rabbit meat, but it is not short of a few cents of money to sell rabbits. Isn’t it a joke to take it out and sell it?]

[As long as you don’t engrave the three words Cui Zhishan on your face, even if the buyer knows your face, he will not dare to associate you with the head of the Cui family.] Cui Hui picked up one of the surviving rabbits and rubbed the other party’s snow-white furry on his cheek.

Thinking of this, his mood finally became less bitter.

Cui Zhi was full of past years, and the scholar beside him did not notice it, but said to himself: "In order to survive, rabbits have amazing ability to endure pain and endure. Are all sentient beings in the world? If they have to retreat and cannot bear it, who would be willing to leave the fields that ancestors depend on for generations to live and become traitors?"

Fear and pain exceed the limit and the rabbit will scream.

The same is true for people.

Once the pain exerted by the outside world exceeds the critical point, it is often either to force oneself to death or to force others to death, without exception. If you haven't reached this point, you can just bear it. What face does the corpse-positioner have to ask why these people don't continue to endure it? Because the opposite side is too unkind, so the table is overturned.

It's that simple.

Cui Zhi said: "Do you think it's the officials who force the people to rebel?"

"If the heaven has no way, change the heaven; if the king has no way, change the king."

Cui Zhi didn't expect that there were one or two desirable people among the mob, but he was curious: "Can the master know what sir said?"

All the superiors like to seek stability and docileness.

The king, the king, the minister, the father, the son, the son.

I think no master would like the people under his command, and his mind was full of the idea of ​​"If the heaven is not in the way, change the heaven, and if the king is not in the way, change the king". Who can guarantee that he will always be "righteous"? Once the "righteous" is to be replaced, who can be happy?

The literati said: "That's what the master thinks."

Kang Guo’s civil and military personnel wrote a good review, and among them, the master who likes "I examine myself three times a day" is the most active. Even if there are no natural disasters throughout the year, I will issue a "self-crime edict" during the Chinese New Year to reflect on why all kinds of strange indicators have not been achieved this year, such as per capita clothing, per capita food and use, per capita housing... He once suspected that the talent was not coming because it was too simple.

A person can be a passionate and exciting show.

A group of people are crazy about rolling around is the hell of the community.

Cui Zhi: "...is it?"

Oh, he doesn't believe it.

Not only do you believe it, but you also have a sarcastic sentence: "Duke Zhou is afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang has not usurped the times. He will die in the first place. Who knows the truth or falsehood of his life? The true perfect people are indeed newcomers, and they can say anything sweet."

When I was not successful, I said it better than singing.

Once you succeed, you will start to reveal your true face.

The literati thought about his master, and calculated that he had made his own phone call for half his life, which should not be considered a "new show", but there is no need to defend his words with a stranger. His silence fell into Cui Zhi's ears and became a kind of guilty guilt.

Soon, I heard the scribes breathing in their mouths.

Cui Zhi looked sideways and saw that the handsome face of the scholar was pale, and there was almost no blood. The lost lips showed clear lip lines, which were a bit weak. He frowned slightly, thinking that the scholar had a hidden disease.

I was thinking about whether to avoid being framed, but I still had to say something false: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

God is pitiful and I did nothing.

Is this person trying to frame him?

The scholar rubbed his heart and his eyebrows were difficult to display.

His voice was mute, and his eyes were filled with mist at some point: "For some reason, when he arrived here, he felt unhappy."

As the severe pain deepened, the knife in his hand dropped out of force and fell to the ground.

Cui Zhi took a step back and took a step back, and there was no clue to the warning. He said, "Cui has been open all his life and is disdainful to do the hidden arrow that hurts people. The sir's heart disease has nothing to do with Cui."

The scribe pulled the corner of his mouth.

He turned his eyes very quickly. "Cui Lang is very trustworthy." He took several deep breaths in a row, bent down to pick up the knife fan that was taking off his hand, and held back his almost out of control tears at the angle that Cui Zhi could not see, pretending to be fine, "I took the liberty to ask why Ling Yue died?"

Since it is to burn incense and mourn, we naturally need to understand the basic situation. So as not to enter the mourning hall later and greet the younger generation of the deceased, and accidentally say the wrong words to offend the master's family. Cui Zhi also understood these favors and did not feel that the scholar's inquiry was overwhelming: "Being harmed by evil people."

Just five words made the scholar shut up.

He was worried that if he continued to ask questions, and if someone told him that the evil man was an immortal religious, it would be embarrassing. He was not beaten out of the mourning hall by his family who were angry. He vaguely sighed: "There are so many disasters and many difficulties, and the people's livelihood is so sad. This person has passed away. Cui Lang's grief."

It would be fine if I didn’t say it, but it also aroused Cui Zhi’s sadness.

Cui Zhi is a standard family of aristocratic families. He was taken care of by three or four wet ladies since he was born. His mother in memory was always cold to him, and her heart and eyes were filled with her husband, family, common affairs, and Cui Zhi’s academic talent. She was very little attention really distributed to Cui Zhi. The mother and son were interested in getting close to each other, and there was always an invisible gap in between.

When he grows up, he is more respectful to his mother and not close enough.

My mother never talks to him, let alone enlightenment.

But the mother-in-law is different.

He felt the warmth between an ordinary mother and son in the other party. There were not so many cold and alienating rules, nor so many frowning trade-offs, just a mother and a son. Her enlightenment may not solve the actual trouble, but it can help Cui Zhi take a breath and avoid breaking down.

Cui Jie came back to his senses, his eyes were already wet.

Sighing and wiping away the tears: "I lose my composure and make the sir laugh."

Anyway, the other party didn't know his true identity, and it was not so embarrassing to shed tears in front of him. Cui Zhi could already see Qingshui Temple at the end of his sight, and led the scholar into the side hall where the spirits were to be cried. The scholar took three incense from Cui Zhi at the door with the mountain spring water drawn down. The mourning hall was simple, and there was a small coffin in the middle, and no one was guarding the spirits here...

Cui Zhi looked at his sight and guessed who he was looking for, explaining: "My mother-in-law was the host of this temple during her lifetime, and she took in many homeless women and children and abandoned babies. After the disaster, she accepted sick refugees, and most of them were arranged in a wider backyard. The rice and grain in the temple were at the bottom, and the mountain wife should have gone to comfort them..."

The scribes admired this even more.

Somehow, when he was in this cold mourning hall, his palpitations that had been frequently erected on the road up the mountain disappeared without a trace, as if they had never happened. The scholar looked at the simple coffin and burst into tears without knowing it, and even forgot to light the fragrance. Cui Zhi was confused. Those who didn't know thought that the scholar's mother-in-law was lying in the coffin.

Even if you do a show, you don’t have to work so hard.

Cui Zhi was about to remind him, but the scholar suddenly asked a question.

"Why didn't there be a spiritual seat in Lingyue's mourning hall?" There were only a little sacrifice on the altar, but the most important spiritual seat was not set up?

Cui Zhi said: "This is my mother-in-law's advice."

However, the scribes reacted very much: "Why?"

Cui Zhi also asked Cui Hui if he needed to set up a spiritual seat for his mother-in-law, but Cui Hui said that this was his deceased mother's last wish: "Probably... I want to be an unknown person in front of the King of Hell Palace. My mother-in-law made mistakes in her early years and did something that she could not forgive for her life. She tried her best to make up for it over the years and was still depressed. She felt guilty and wanted to use this kind of behavior to atone for the past. As a junior, she naturally could not disobey the wishes of the elders." Although these crimes were nothing in the eyes of the head of the Cui family, she was forced to make a living by falling into a bandit.

With this world, how can we blame those who want to survive?

But I doubt the scholar beside me.

The other party's reaction was too strange.

What tears shed in his mother-in-law's mourning hall?

"This fragrance cannot be lit."

Cui Zhi looked at it and said, "Maybe it was because it was not properly preserved and got damp."

In short, send people down the mountain as soon as possible.

The scribes used literary air to dry three incense sticks and ignite them smoothly.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the mourning hall. Cui Zhi recognized it as Cui Hui as soon as he heard it, and turned around and said, "Where has Kewu been?"

He turned around and naturally did not see the scribe's sudden stiff back.

Cui Hui said: "Something happened in the back hall."
To be continued...