189. Met an Old Friend

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"Um, so fast?" Li Mu blurted out: "Don't you need to take a shower when you get up in the morning? I see this lake, the water is clear and the environment is beautiful..."

The woman in white covered her forehead with a speechless expression.

"Little monk, do you want to see me take a shower?" She came over, her face almost touching Li Mu's, staring at Li Mu's eyes, as if she wanted to see through Li Mu's soul through her eyes.

Li Mu backed away in a panic, with an awkward but not polite smile on his face: "Well, don't get me wrong, this is just a relatively necessary suggestion in a specific situation."

"Humph, little flower monk." The woman in white laughed again: "With six impure roots, sooner or later your master will take you back and cut off the wall."

Li Mu said: "Amitabha, my master is proud of me and would not do this."

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore." The woman in white smiled sweetly, backed away, her expression became serious again, and said: "Last night, you got into trouble by meddling in things you shouldn't, so you'd better leave Chang'an early. Come to the city, we will meet again."

After saying that, she turned around and left. She flashed and leaped high, like a flying white swan. With graceful posture, she disappeared among the green trees and mountains in the distance very quickly.

Li Mu looked at the place where the woman in white disappeared, feeling lost.

Leaving now?

After the knight saves the beautiful woman, shouldn't the beautiful woman promise him her body?

Li Mu touched his chin.

Damn it, I practice [Xiantian Kung], which is the best way to calm my mind, but in the face of this disaster, I was still easily swayed by her words and smiles... A goblin is a goblin.

Beauty, sometimes, is a very deadly weapon.

However, Li Mu also knew very well that it was okay to talk a lot, but in reality, he could not have an entanglement with such a woman.

The two people belong to different worlds. Li Mu doesn't want to waste too much energy in this world, nor does he want to be involved too much, because he is burdened with heavy responsibilities. The woman in white is different from Hua Xiangrong. If Li Mu maybe If he would choose Hua Xiangrong, then he would never choose the woman in white.

Even though he was overwhelmed by the beauty of the other party, deep down in his heart, Li Mu still knew clearly what he should do and what he should not do.

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, he did not ask the silver woman's name.

Life is like duckweed. A few occasional encounters may not necessarily mean that we are really destined, let alone care about it.

"We, Lao Li, are also a principled person."

Li Mu smiled, jumped into the lake next to him with a pop, and the cold lake water stimulated his body, covering up, annihilating, and finally disappearing the slightest throbbing in his heart.

Finally, Li Mu went ashore, got dressed, and walked slowly down the mountain.

After going down the mountain and walking for a few miles, we reached the streets and alleys of Xicheng District, where there were more and more people.

Chang'an City is divided into five major districts: east, west, south, north, and middle. Among them, the middle district is the smallest, but it is the administrative district of Chang'an City. All political affairs, large and small, in the entire Chang'an Prefecture are handled at the provincial level. Decisions are made among various yamen in this area.

The other four major districts are not much different in area, but they are divided into rich and poor.

For example, Xicheng District can be regarded as a relatively slum area in Chang'an City.

Most of the people living here are middle and lower class residents, and the buildings are quite old.

Moreover, in the Xicheng District, there is the most famous military tomb in the entire Chang'an Prefecture, called the Chang'an Mausoleum. It is the cemetery where all the military officers who died fighting for the Qin Empire since Emperor Guangwu of Qin moved the capital are buried.

Li Mucong walked along the main road in Xicheng District.

He uses his mental power to observe everything around him to hone the power of his eyes and explore more abilities of his eyes.

As I walked, I unknowingly came to the vicinity of Chang'an Mausoleum.

As the largest military tomb in Chang'an Prefecture, it is quite prosperous here, with many pedestrians coming and going. There are also rows of street vendors selling various kinds of food, as well as incense candles, sacrifices, and paper fires when entering the military tomb to worship. Waiting for the main purpose, I heard a burst of crying occasionally, but it was after visiting the military tomb to pay homage to relatives. Don't cause sadness. People who can't grieve themselves are crying loudly.

Li Mu looked at it and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Especially when I see some young widows, with their ignorant children who have not yet grown up, entering military graves to worship their deceased husbands, the scene is really heart-wrenching.

"The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream."

Li Mu shook his head.

He didn't like this atmosphere very much, so he stopped when he reached the main street of the [Chang'an Mausoleum] large archway.

Looking up, there are many archways.

The large-scale archway main street of Chang'an Mausoleum is composed of more than 20 archways in total. It is magnificent in shape and shows the utmost skill of craftsmen. It is carved with coiled dragon pillars, bird and phoenix pictures, and huge pillars with various rare birds and animals, as well as various weapons, In the shape of a warrior, only commander-level generals can build archways of this level on this main street after their death. In other words, more than 20 commander-level talents from the Great Qin Empire who died in battle are buried here.

A general will die in a hundred battles, and a strong man will return after ten years.

Li Mu still respects the people who are buried here.

No matter what era we are in or what world we are in, soldiers who march forward with heavy burdens and die fighting to safeguard peace are worthy of respect.

After hesitating for a while, Li Mu decided to enter the main street and go to the monument to the martyrs at the main entrance of the military tomb to burn a stick of incense.

Such an atmosphere reminded Li Mu of the Monument to the People's Heroes on Earth in his previous life.

Following the flow of people, we walked a thousand meters further and arrived at the main entrance of the military tomb.

The huge monument to the heroes, more than 20 meters high, stands silently like a long black sword piercing the sky. In front of the stone foundation, there are three huge incense burners carved entirely from black rock. Those who come to worship, Under the supervision of the guards of the military tomb, sacrifices, incense, candles, and paper fires were presented.

Li Mu bought three large incense sticks from a roadside vendor, lit them, then came to the monument, bowed, and put them into the huge incense burner.

After doing all this, he turned around and left.

There is no need to go inside the military tomb.

However, after walking a few steps, suddenly a crying and pleading voice came from the entrance of the military gate next to him, passing through all other noises and falling into Li Mu's ears.

"Master, Master, please, please let me go in and see my son. He was buried here four years ago. Wuwuwu... My granddaughter and I came from Ping An, hundreds of miles away. I came from the town, but I encountered robbers on the road, and all my money was robbed... I am old, and I may never be able to visit my son again..."

This is an old man, crying sadly and filled with sorrow.

This voice was somewhat familiar to Li Mu.

He turned around and looked around, only to see at the entrance of the military tomb, a stooped old woman with gray and weathered hair, kneeling on the ground, pleading with the sergeants guarding the gate of the military tomb, kowtowing repeatedly, even on her head. Bleeding is coming.

It's Granny Cai.

The kind-hearted mother-in-law who sells plain noodles in Ping'an Town.

"Uncle, all kind-hearted uncles, oh oh oh, just let us in. Cai Cai's mother is gone. Dad has been sleeping here for four years. Cai Cai wants to see him. It must be very cold inside... Dad must be I'm very scared." Granny Cai's granddaughter Cai Cai was also there, with unkempt hair and tattered clothes that barely covered her body. She was kneeling on the ground, pleading.

"Go, go, go, my master has an order. Anyone who goes in to worship must pay an entrance fee of fifty cents. If you don't have money, just go away. You cryer, are you mourning for me?" The sergeant, with a beard all over his face, raised his kick mercilessly and kicked Granny Cai aside.

When everyone around saw this scene, they all pointed.

But the other dozen sergeants guarding the garden gate all laughed happily, as if they had seen some huge joke.

"Grandma, grandma... don't hit my grandma." The little girl Caicai rushed over in horror and helped up Granny Cai who fell to the ground. Tears made two zigzag marks on her face covered with dust. Compared to the past few days, the little girl has lost a lot of weight.

"Master Jun, please let me take one last look at my son... My three sons all died fighting for the Qin Kingdom. The eldest and second son have no bones left. Only the third son's whereabouts have been traced and he was buried. We are here." Granny Cai got up, knelt down again, and begged: "Chang'an City is too far away. I may never be able to come here again in my life. Please, Master, just let me see it. Let’s take one last look at the third child.”

She begged hard and her cries were heart-wrenching.

Caicai's malnourished little face was covered with dirt, and she knelt down next to her grandma obediently, begging bitterly.

Pedestrians who were going in and out of the surrounding area gathered around after seeing this scene. Many of them pointed at the dozen or so sergeants guarding the garden gate. They were really cruel. To do such a thing, the old man's My son died for the country, but he couldn't go in and take a look at the grave. Even such money had to be searched, which was simply detrimental to his moral character.

"That's outrageous."

"That's right, it's okay to collect this kind of money. Be careful when you give birth to a son without a butt."

"Our relatives, who shed blood and died fighting for the empire, are laid to rest here. Are they just for these people to plunder and exploit us?"

Many people who came to pay homage to their loved ones felt the same way and couldn't help but criticize.

And being pointed at by so many people, the dozen or so sergeants couldn't keep it off their faces.

The tall and thick bearded man at the head had an angry look on his face and said sternly: "Shut up, you damn old pious woman, you dare to gather a crowd to make trouble at the entrance of the military tomb. I think you don't want to live anymore. Someone, come on, Catch me, hang me on a pillar and beat me!"

The sergeant behind him rushed forward like a wolf.

"No, let go of grandma, let go of grandma... Wuwuwu." Xiao Caicai panicked and went up to grab her grandma's clothes. In panic, she was as helpless as a little duck abandoned by the whole world in a storm. She had no help, and her grandma was the only hope and support in her young life.

Li Mu also frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

Grandma Cai and her grandson finally came to Chang'an City and found out that their son had died in the battle. They suffered a lot along the way, but at this last hurdle, they were blocked outside the military tomb... Sorry for the people's livelihood. It's so difficult. In any world, the lives of people at the bottom are always similarly miserable.

If something like this happens to him, he must not ignore it.

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