Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

As Chang Qing spoke, he looked up at the light pouring out from the clouds, dyeing the clouds rouge red, and then he looked at the fluttering skirts of different colors below, and his voice gradually died down.

Nan Yusheng also watched with her.

Listen to her saying: "All these creatures were born under women's skirts, and their skirts should be allowed to fly. Poets shine light into the words of poetry, zither players sing light with the wind, and painters use a pen to depict light. As for them, they themselves should be so vivid and colorful."

Chang Qing left the pavilion. Nan Yusheng watched her skirt disappear around the corner before he picked up his pen to write. He watched the ink spread across the paper and finally lost himself in thought.

In the past, they cleared the snow in search of spring, lit lamps to prolong the day, looked up at the empty building, the coldness gradually rose, and listened to the rustling sound of snow, which sounded like the knocking of broken jade.

The little girl who picked up the kite barefoot has grown into a graceful young lady. She said she is waiting for his red wedding dress, waiting for the peach blossoms to bloom in Chang'an and for him to go out for a spring outing in the suburbs. She said she wants to be a teacher in a school. She thinks so much about her daughter's suffering, joy, and sorrow.

Nan Yusheng still feels resentful after all.

The person he blamed was himself. If he wanted to be an incorruptible official, he might as well go along with those people and wear the official uniform together. This would be better than now, when he couldn't even protect the one he loved.

"Walk and forget and follow the wind, walk and watch and be calm, ah ah, you taught me this, ah," Nan Yusheng seemed to be crying and laughing, his eyes staring at the daylight in silence, and suddenly closed his eyes, his voice was clear, with a little hoarseness and exhaustion: "How can I be calm now? I have prayed hundreds of lots in front of the Buddha, and all the hexagrams are about fate but no destiny."

He could only silently do what she wanted to do, and try his best to let her see the world she longed for, and see that man's cautious look, treating her well.

"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out to be different. I was a young man traveling."

He recited a sentence, then sat alone looking at the setting sky, until Lin Xu came up and gently called him "Sir". Only then did Nan Yusheng come to his senses, stood up, gently shook off the coldness on his sleeves, and went down the pavilion together.

"Come on, have a drink with me."

Lin Xu looked at his back, walking gracefully with each step, the hazy sky-blue color on his sleeves flowing like clouds and water, and his posture was outstanding and unrestrained.

He asked, "My Lord, is there anything troubling you?"

Nan Yusheng: "No, but I suddenly wanted to taste the wine, and I have nothing to do now."

Lin Xu found some wine, and Nan Yusheng drank a few glasses, but still felt it was not enough. He muttered to himself: "This wine is weak and can't make me drunk."

"What's going on in the courtyard?" Nan Yusheng asked.

Lin Xu replied: "Master Li is busy. He originally asked his subordinates to come and find him, but he didn't expect..."

Lin Xu smiled bitterly and shook the jar of wine. It was not that there was nothing wrong. It was obvious that they came here to slack off. If the people in the Censorate knew about it, they would definitely be reported.

Nan Yusheng also knew it, but he didn't care. He just reported it. There were many people in the court who disliked him.

After three rounds of drinking, Nan Yusheng didn't drink much, but Lin Xu got drunk instead. He held the jar of wine and kept talking about his newly born daughter with a silly smile on his face.

In a drunken state, Lin Xu saw Nan Yusheng standing up.

"Sir, where are you going? Don't you want to drink anymore?"

"Wake up and walk around."

Nan Yusheng replied, then went out through the back door without looking back, walked through the sea of ​​people, through souls torn by love, and came to the front of the temple.

"Amitabha, this is the fourth time you have come this month." A monk led him into the hall.

Nan Yusheng looked at the compassion in the Buddha's eyes for all living beings, and paused for a moment before he spoke: "Perhaps, desires are boundless, and there is something to be desired, but it cannot be obtained."

The monk said, "Since there is no fate, why should the donor force it? Love will part, hatred will meet, and death will return to the west. There is no such thing. It is nothing but empty flowers and illusions."

"Master, I am but an ordinary person, and I have only lived in this world for a short twenty years. I have no wisdom, and I am not smart enough. How can I understand the empty flowers in my eyes? Life is only like the first sight. How can a cup of tea be a mere ten years after drinking it? In that story, only the amazing past remains."

The monk was speechless. The man in front of him was the first of the three great Yuan officials of the dynasty, yet he said that he was not smart enough to understand.

At that time, the sun was setting in the west, the rouge-colored sunset glow was sparse, and there were not many pilgrims in the temple. He knelt before the gods and Buddhas, his eyes and brows filled with piety.

After that, he drew another lot, but still got no result. Perhaps it was because the wine made him drunk. He stubbornly drew dozens of lots in a row, but still got no result he wanted.

Looking at the bamboo sticks scattered all over the ground, Nan Yusheng felt desolate in his heart. The endless layers of dead grass slowly drained all his vitality and drowned him, waiting for a fire to burn him and the endless desolation.

The monk seemed to have known the result already. He stood by silently, watching the stubborn man. His eyes showed the same compassion as the Buddha statue above. In the end, he only said "Amitabha".

Nan Yusheng stood up, and the Buddha's light in the room fell on him. He seemed a little hesitant and stood alone for a moment, his black eyelashes covering the loneliness in his eyes.

He said, "Master, maybe my heart is not sincere enough. I'd better come back another day."

"Amitabha!"

Nan Yusheng walked out of the hall and found that the night was getting darker. What he saw was a waning moon in the cold fog. The stars in the sky also revealed a coldness that kept people away from them.

Perhaps it was because the night scene in Chang'an was too melancholy, and Nan Yusheng also felt that the waning moon was too lonely and not perfect enough. He stepped on the moonlight, jumped on his horse, and rushed towards the city in one smooth and flowing motion.

The banks of the Naluoyan River were still filled with debauchery, sweet voices and erotic talk, with guests coming in and out and boarding the boats in groups of three or four.

Chang Qing found a place with a good view and sat down. Bei Luo had left Chang'an for the northwest as he had a mission. Qiu Qiu was so tired that she was probably still sleeping. Now there was only Nan'an by her side.

Although Nan'an is not a dull person, he basically has nothing to say in front of Changqing.

"Nan'an, how did you follow the prince?"

Chang Qing asked casually, his eyes falling on the swaying lights on the Luoyan River, and then looking at the waning moon in the water. Suddenly he wanted to reach out to catch the moon, and he also wanted to gently stir the stars in the water to extinguish the lights.

"I am an orphan. When I was eight years old, my master picked me up and took me home for training. That was when I met Xiwang. After that, I passed various tests and came to my master."

Although Nan'an did not mention how hard it was, Changqing could guess that the journey was probably very difficult. Whether they were killers or death warriors, only those who were good enough could survive.

In just a few words, I'm afraid only he and Xiwang know the sadness contained in them.

"Where is your master?"

Nan An lowered his eyes slightly and said, "He's dead. The last lesson our master taught us was to kill him."

That was probably the most unforgettable scene for him. Although the master was extremely strict with them, watching them fight each other and escaping from the Death Valley with a narrow escape, he still gave them food.

The last time they went on a mission, their master betrayed them and nearly cost them their lives.

Seeing their companions die tragically, they were filled with indignation and could not help but confront their master.

The master was dressed in black, holding a long sword, and said calmly: "It's your fault for being stupid. You are just a bunch of rubbish."

He paid the price of his blood to teach them not to trust anyone except their master, even if that person was him who had been with them day and night for several years.