"When I was a child, my mother asked her husband to teach her some, and when she was older, she had roughly read some classics and history of famous masters. As for writing simply, she could handle it."

Xie Li said truthfully that he did learn some of the "self" in his memory when he was a child.

But the family is obviously very poor, and I don’t know why my mother still needs to save money and food, so I ask the teacher to teach me.

Although those basic knowledge has long been forgotten as I grow up.

But now I have not forgotten the knowledge and knowledge I learned in my previous life.

After all, it was learned hard from elementary school to college for 16 years!

"Um……"

Zhu Xu lowered his head and pondered, and felt a little strange. Xie Li was born in Xiangyang and his family was a clear and clear citizen of Guizhou. At present, it can be said that he had basically no chance of becoming a career in the officialdom. For some reason, his family asked him to learn these things.

Then he patted Xie Li and said, "Since that's the case, I'll think about it again."

Xie Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Although life is not easy now, if you are an undercover agent and are worried every day, it is better to shoot each other with the enemy on the city wall and kill each other.

"Besides, it is really difficult to find someone who can read and sing words in this army. Let's do this. The day before yesterday, a clerk in the military camp accidentally died in front of the formation, so you will temporarily take him over. After each war, record the loss of stones, rolling woods, arrows and other materials in the defenders of each battalion, and then report it to the examination room (weapons and weapons logistics), go back to receive the military reward, and go to the military camp to serve tomorrow."

After saying goodbye to Zhu Xu, Xie Li slowly walked down the city.

No matter what, this life is much safer if it is far away from the frontal battlefield.

The soldiers who died at the city gate were almost transported, and were piled on several carts at this time.

Xie Li knew that they were basically military households and were soldiers for generations. In this era, they had a very low status and were much lower than ordinary farmers.

This is another summer, and bacteria are very prone to breeding.

Therefore, it should not take long before these bodies will be transported to a certain corner, burned collectively, and then buried on the spot.

Not far away, there were sounds of chanting scriptures, and the content seemed to be: "Amitabha, Amitabha, and Tianpapi." It should be a sutra similar to the mantra of rebirth.

Xie Li came close to him, and there were five monks standing in front of him, which was very different from the feeling he saw in his previous life.

The five were all wearing gray-white linen robes, which looked a little worn. Four of the young monks had more than an inch of hair. They probably were under the siege of the Qin army and had no time to shave their hair.

Only the old monk in front of him looked quite "qualified" and had a shiny top, but he didn't have the scars in his memory.

The old monk's eyebrows and beards were all white, his eyes were not as turbid as ordinary old people, but as bright as children, and he also faintly revealed a lot of wisdom. His face was solemn, and he whispered silently.

Although Buddhism has been introduced to China for more than a hundred years, most of them were in a state of tepid nature before.

In Xie Li's impression, Buddhism only began to truly develop greatly from this period. The reason is easy to understand. Since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, wars and warlords have fought each other. It has been nearly two hundred years since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The civilians at the bottom have experienced wars and their lives are mostly poor. At this time, the Western paradise and blessings promoted by these monks are undoubtedly the thoughts of many poor people.

It may be because it has not started to develop for a long time, and many monks have not yet formed relatively unified standards for their dress, movements, language, etc.

That's why Xie Li felt that these monks were different from what he knew in his previous lives.

The spell gradually faded, and an extremely simple "ritual" was completed.

The old monk's serious expression disappeared, replaced by a calmness. The piles of corpses in front of him seemed to have no effect on him. The unchanged look made Xie Li admire him a little.

The monks who are enlightened in Jin Yong's works should have this kind of demeanor...

Xie Li couldn't help but think of this in his heart.

However, the concentration of the four young monks behind them was much worse, all of whom looked at the nose, the nose, and the mouth. After the "ritual" was completed, they didn't even have the courage to look up. Now they were just looking forward to the old monks in front of them to take them back soon.

Seeing that the ritual was over, the soldiers next to him greeted each other and pushed the carts away.

The old monk calmed down, turned around, and prepared to go back.

But when he turned his head, he saw Xie Li beside him, and after a slight surprise, his indifferent expression disappeared.

Instead, he frowned, as if suddenly there was a problem that he couldn't understand, and he was frozen there for a moment.

How strange! How strange!

"It is not that strange people do evil, but different people suffer retribution; they will receive fruit by themselves, and all sentient beings will be like this!"

Somehow, the feeling this son gave him was not much different from those soldiers who had already ended their cause and effect.

But for some reason I can still stand here smoothly.

Xie Li watched here for a long time, but didn't see anything special. He was very bored. He turned around and was about to go home when he happened to see the old monk staring at him in confusion.

After bowing, Xie Li walked into the city.

"Stop, this soldier." The old monk subconsciously shouted when he saw that he was about to leave.

"Hmm?" Xie Li stopped: "What's the matter with the master?"

"My monk Shi Daoan is so offensive, please forgive me. I just saw the face of the young man, and his fortune is indescribable, and he has a great fate with me, so my monk came to disturb me."

"Master, you are polite. Xie Li is just a pawn of the Xiangyang garrison. He has little fate with this blessing and wealth."

Xie Li smiled slightly, without saying too much, and seemed to have a slight impression of the name Shi Daoan, but the impression in his current body. Isn’t this kind of thing like a Taoist priest? Why did the monk join in the fun? Isn’t there enough people in the temple? Is it here to persuade me to convert to Buddhism?
Chapter completed!