Head-to-head.

It has been two hours since Lao Zhang sat in the highest place in the city gate. It was the roof of the city gate tower. No one knew how Lao Zhenren got up and what he wanted to do when he got up.

He didn't say anything or look for anyone, but just sat there alone, with his back facing Yanzhou and facing Jizhou.

Under the city, Zhuang Wudi looked up at the old man sitting there. He just took a look and then returned to his residence with the things in his hand.

He lived in a house behind Longtouguan Chengguan. After leaving the house gate, he could walk dozens of steps to the ramp of the city.

He was carrying something that looked like a food box. Over the past month, his personal soldiers had seen Zhuang Wudi come back with such things many times.

Zhuang Wudi was still like that. When Li Chi and the others were away, he was taciturn and almost didn't communicate with others.

Even if you are leading a troops, you are just the arrangement that should be arranged, and there is no more words.

Even his personal captain always felt a sense of powerlessness because he found that he could not get along with the general.

According to common sense, every general and his personal soldiers will have a good relationship.

That is the person he can entrust his back to share life and death. Many generals and his personal soldiers, even every personal soldier, are called brothers and brothers.

Especially at the border, the generals of the border army know better what personal soldiers can do in times of danger.

But Zhuang Wudi's personal soldiers knew that the general cared about them and gave them the best of everything, but it was difficult to get in touch.

So when they saw Zhuang Wudi returning to his residence silently, holding such a strange thing like a food box in his hand, they didn't think there was anything strange about it.

No matter how strange it is, it is not that the general's temper is.

Zhenren Lao Zhang sat down at a high place and saw Zhuang Wudi looking at him, but the faint glance made Zhenren Lao Zhang feel a little uncomfortable.

Even the knowledgeable and knowledgeable real person of Lao Zhang can clearly feel that Zhuang Wudi is a difficult person to get along with.

Shortly after Zhuang Wudi returned to the yard, he came out again and had already changed into a dress.

He looked at the personal soldiers at the door, paused for a moment and ordered: "Please come over and talk."

The personal soldiers responded quickly, looked up at the city gate, feeling a little embarrassed.

It's such a high place, there is no ladder, and I don't know how the old man got up. Even the people who are so strong in the past find it difficult.

After Zhuang Wudi finished giving orders, he returned to his residence again. He did not close the door, but sat down directly opposite the door of the house. As always, seeing him would make people feel that he was lonely.

Some people actually don’t know what loneliness is, they just complain without any illness.

Some people's loneliness can be seen at a glance if they don't understand loneliness.

Few people can truly enter his world, and as long as they enter, they will never be able to leave his world again.

"General!"

The personal soldiers ran in from outside the door and leaned over and said, "The old real man said that the general would come up and talk, and said... it was for the general's good."

Zhuang Wudi was silent for a moment and shook his head: "You tell the old real person that there is nothing, there is no need to go to that kind of place."

The personal soldiers were confused by these two people, so the real person Zhang came with a letter written by Prince Ning, and he looked special.

However, the old man's behavior after he arrived seemed to have the same personality as General Zhuang, and he was a little withdrawn.

The personal soldiers had no choice but to go to see Lao Zhenren again and told him that General Zhuang still hoped to meet him below. Lao Zhenren thought about it for a long time and laughed inexplicably.

I didn't see any movement from the old real man. The soldier looked up and suddenly found that the old real man sitting on the top had disappeared.

Soon, the old real man walked over from the other side, and still walked tremblingly, and he didn't look like a person who could climb up such a high place.

The personal soldiers were all confused, thinking whether the old real man jumped down from the other side?

Either jumped down directly or fell down, otherwise it would not be so fast, but if it was falling down... the old real man's arms and legs were probably broken dozens of pieces at this time.

The old real man came down from the city wall, took a look at the courtyard, and then sighed for some reason.

I smiled inexplicably on the city gate tower and sighed inexplicably outside the gate.

I laughed because I felt that I might have calculated it wrong before, and I sighed because I also felt that loneliness.

After Zhuang Wudi waited for Lao Zhang to enter the door, he pulled a chair and placed it at the door, indicating that the two of them would sit down here.

The yard is not big, and the entrance to the house is only about a dozen steps away from the entrance. No matter what the two of them talk about, the personal soldiers outside the door will definitely be able to hear it clearly.

"What did the general bring back?"

The old real person asked.

Zhuang Wudi looked back at the room, and when he could see it as soon as he entered the door, he leaned against the north wall, and there was an altar there.

In the homes of ordinary people, the altar table is also placed in this position, with ancestral tablets and incense and candles on it.

But on this altar, there were nine food boxes in a row. The reason why they were similar is that the food box must not contain any food.

Lao Zhang asked what you brought back?

Zhuang Wudi replied: "Things and things."

Lao Zhang sighed.

The two of them were silent for a while, and the atmosphere seemed very cold.

"Come on your hard work, General?"

After a long time, the old real person asked another question.

Zhuang Wudi replied: "You ask? Or who asked?"

The old real man said, "The general is covered with thorns."

Zhuang Wudi replied: "If you don't get close, you won't be able to stab. If you don't get close, you won't be able to stab."

It is rare to answer so many words. For Zhuang Wudi, when he talks a lot, he is only around Li Chi and the others. Therefore, the length of the old real man's sentence is considered an exception.

The old real man said, "This sentence is right, it's like a hedgehog. If you don't take the initiative to touch the hedgehog, the hedgehog will not take the initiative to stab you."

He looked at Zhuang Wudi: "But there are exceptions. Unless the hedgehog feels close to him, he will take the initiative to approach him. When he gets close, he will stab the person hedgehog is close to... who is."

Zhuang Wudi glanced at the old real man, but this time he didn't answer a word.

The old real man sighed, as if he was still a little disappointed with Zhuang Wudi's reaction.

"I'll tell you a story."

The old real person asked: "Do you want to hear it?"

Zhuang Wudi said: "You said."

The old real man sat down and tidied up his clothes to make himself look serious.

"Do you know Longhu Mountain?"

He asked.

Zhuang Wudi replied: "You talk about yours, don't ask me questions."

The old real man nodded: "Okay, then I'll talk about mine."

He paused for a moment, as if he was sorting out his words.

"I am a Taoist from Longhu Mountain. In fact, Longhu Mountain does not collect incense money, but I do not refuse people to enter the mountain gate. Anyone who is willing to come can enter the door."

"Most of those who are willing to come are not ordinary people, because they do not have the time or the remaining energy. They still have to travel for a meal, so where are they going to burn incense and pray? If one day the Taoist temples in various places are good, everything is good, and all the incense is strong, it is probably because the country is rich and the people are strong and they are full."

The old real man said: "Even if Longhu Mountain does not charge incense, what about the travel expenses and the meal expenses? Ordinary people are reluctant to spend the expenses along the way."

"They are all dignitaries. They ride in luxurious carriages, carrying countless followers, and of course they also carry a lot of gold, silver and treasures."

He looked at Zhuang Wudi's eyes and said seriously: "So I have been in Longhu Mountain for so many years and have seen more rich people than most people. Among them, only one person left a deep impression on me because he has the most money... He wants to buy gods."

Zhuang Wudi frowned, but still didn't answer.

Lao Zhang looked at Zhuang Wudi and asked him, "How can the general know that when he comes to the Taoist temple to burn incense and pray, what kind of wishes do he usually pray?"

Zhuang Wudi shook his head.

Lao Zhang smiled and said, "Don't know?"

Zhuang Wudi said: "I said it, don't ask me questions, the real person just says yours."

The old real man was not angry, nodded and continued to speak.

He said in a gentle tone: "Ordinary people pray for wealth and honor, while wealthy people come to pray for blessings, so they pray for blessings without retribution."

Zhuang Wudi nodded thoughtfully, and the meaning in his eyes seemed to be an acknowledgement of the old real person's words.

The old real man said, "I have seen so many wealthy people that I can't remember who they are. The one who remembers is Cao."

Zhuang Wudi glanced at the old real man and seemed to understand. He slowly let out a sigh of relief, but still didn't say anything.

The old real man said: "The richer and more powerful people are, the more superstitious they are. The means of praying for retribution are no different from the means they use on weekdays, that is, bribery."

He raised his hand and underground: "This man told me that if he can have his current status, he depends on buying. At first, he bought a substitute to serve him, and then bought a substitute to plan for him, and then bought a substitute to do his job for him. Everyone has a price."

Then he pointed to the sky: "This man also told me that he could buy all the people on the earth, and he also wanted to try whether the gods in the sky could buy them."

Zhuang Wudi stood up, as if he was no longer interested in the story. He walked to the altar and stopped, looked back at Lao Zhang and asked, "Want to know?"

Lao Zhang nodded: "I want to know."
To be continued...