Fengyifang is located at the westernmost part of Chang'an City, close to Yanping Gate, and has always been a remote place. However, there are many scholars in such a place, many of whom are rented in Jingyun Temple. These days, the Buddhist temples and Taoist temples were not philanthropists, and the extra houses were rented to the imperial examination scholars and charged rent according to the time. Most of them are ordinary scholars from poor families, and the most expensive houses are only 1,200 entries, and the cheapest one can live for only 500 entries for a month, but it is much cheaper than the hotel guesthouse.

In such a place, Cen Shen has been resident for more than half a year. Even though the 500-yuan house price was extremely cheap, he still felt short of money. He lost his father since childhood, and his brother Cen Kuang raised him to support him. Three years ago, he went to Luoyang to participate in the imperial examination, but failed. He also lost his name. He had no news about his books and wealthy people in order to support him. During the years between the two capitals, he had been begging for food in Nanyang several times, but he felt that he could not see any hope. But since living in Jingyun Temple, he realized that his situation was far from the most miserable.

There were more than 20 scholars living in Jingyun Temple, the oldest of whom was nearly fifty years old. He had been in the imperial examination for fifteen or sixteen years and had never made any progress. He had never returned to his hometown. He only heard fellow villagers at home saying that his wife had remarried and his children were living under someone else's roof. He felt frightened when he thought about this embarrassing situation.

However, he had almost visited all the powerful people in the two capitals. Most of them could not see anyone at all. The ink scroll was thrown into the sea. A few who could see people might appreciate his talent. For example, Li Bai, who was a erudite master of the great lyrics, said he could not use it, so where could he have the ability to support him? So he could only try again and again and again. This time, he learned that Du Shiyi, the governor of Shuofang, returned to Beijing. Thinking of his three-headed head and promoted many literati in the past, he threw in the ink scroll again with a glimmer of hope. After the letter of visit, he was accompanied by a poem about palace grievances he wrote when he was idle.

He was too lazy to go out that day. When he was talking to the other scholars living in Jingyunguan, someone said angrily: "It is said that General Du of Shuofang is humble and respects the wise and the wise men, but I have been writing for several days, but I have not heard of it at all. Now it seems that he is just a person who is just a corpse like others!"

Only then did Cen Shen realize that it was not just that he heard that Du Shiyi had returned to Beijing and went to deliver ink scrolls with a dead end. There were also many people who thought that they had the same idea. Sure enough, some people had begun to start, and the others sighed and agreed. Any scholar who failed in the imperial examination probably thought they were not satisfied with their talents in the past few years, but they were often cynical, and then gradually became self-doubted. In the end, they would treat everything as a life-saving straw, and they had long ignored any face. Therefore, Cen Shen, who had only been hit by a wall for three years, had not yet reached that point, and felt that these people were really useless to criticize them behind their backs, so he planned to find an excuse to leave.

At this moment, he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him: "Cen Langjun, someone is here to visit!"

The Taoist boys in Jingyun Temple were not as good as monks, and the ecstasy of the philanthropist was a lot of contaminated. If you want to hear them call you a man, you should not even think about it. You are polite to call him the name, or you might as well just let Zhang San and Li Si get angry. So Cen Shen looked back unexpectedly and saw that the person who accompanied him was not the Taoist boy who was usually a Taoist boy, but a well-known Taoist priest in Jingyun Temple. He quickly stood up and was about to ask, the Taoist priest had already introduced him to the visitor with a smile.

"This is the prince and Gong, the chief secretary of the Shuofang Jiedushi. He said he was here to visit Cen Langjun."

Secretary Shuofang Jiedushi!

When they heard of such an official position, everyone who was still criticizing Du Shiyi was angry and criticized Du Shiyi immediately shut up. Everyone knows who is the one in Du Shiyi's temple, as he is known to everyone. In addition to Zhang Xing in the early years, Wang Changling, Gao Shi and others later were quite famous. Wang Changling is now the chief secretary of the Shuofang Jiedu, while Gao Shi rushed to the command of Wang Zhongsi in Hedong as the chief secretary. In recent years, the collection of poems of the two people were personally invested by Du Shiyi, the chief secretary, and he was personally invested by Du Shiyi, and he was printed and circulated in the two capitals, so he became very famous. Wang Changling was also a Jinshi, so he became even more famous than Gao Shi.

Wang Changling was already forty years. Although some of the people present were older than him, after they swept around, they all called each other a prince and shouted extremely respectfully. On the contrary, Cen Shen, who was involved, was squeezed back without realizing it. But Cen Shen had no time to disgust these people and knew that Wang Changling was here to see him, which showed that he might have entered Du Shiyi's eyes. He was ecstatic and brought out his face unconsciously. He was only in his early twenties, but he was far from cunning to show his emotions.

Although Du Shiyi jokingly called Wang Dapao, Wang Changling was still very sensible in dealing with people. He treated these people appropriately and even made friends. Finally, he saw that these people were really like candy and could not get rid of them. He then coughed lightly and said, "I will go back to Shuofang with Damashuo to come tomorrow. I will come to visit Cen Langjun today. Time is limited and I can't talk to you. If you have the chance in the future, I will definitely be an organizer and ask you to speak freely. It will be inconvenient today."

Wang Changling came to meet as the Secretary of the Shuofang Jiedushi, but said the word "two visits". One person's eyes were naturally envious and jealous, but he had to give a way out. Wang Changling walked to Cen Shen and saw him hustle and bowed, he smiled and said, "The weather is still good. Are Cen Langjun interested in visiting the Futu of Ci'en Temple with me?"

Knowing that Jing Yunguan is not the place to speak, Cen Shen quickly agreed. He still had a little book boy, but after a long time in the two capitals, his only mount has been sold, and only one donkey has to carry it. When he went out with Wang Changling, he suddenly remembered this festival and felt embarrassed and embarrassed. But he finally had such an opportunity. Could it be that he would refuse this trip because of his face?

When he arrived outside Jingyun Temple, he saw that there were two followers outside, but one more mount was suddenly added. He was a little confused, and Wang Changling smiled and said, "I saw Cen Langjun for the first time, and I have nothing to give you. This is a good lord of the Turks, so I will send you to travel for you!"

When he first met, he was a good horse. Cen Shen couldn't help but feel unspeakable with Wang Changling's work. He went to beggars for food with fellow villagers and friends, and others were extremely generous in funding one or two thousand ci. The market price of a horse was probably forty silk in a market place like Shuofang, and at least sixty or even eighty horses were obtained when he arrived in the two capitals. A silk was 200 meters, and a horse was 12,000 meters. This was an ordinary horse. Wang Changling would never give it to such a thing, and its value would be higher.

Although he was a little ashamed of such a gift, Wang Changling was sincere, so Cen Shen had to agree. When he got on the horse and followed Wang Changling, he felt that this mount was very easy to control and had good foot strength. He felt even more grateful. When he arrived in front of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Ci'en Temple, he saw many scholars under his command, many of whom were talking about the title of the Wild Goose Pagoda with great enthusiasm. He couldn't help but yearn for it, but suddenly he heard a voice coming from the side: "Shao Bo has brought people."

"Jun Li."

Seeing Wang Changling greeting a young man in white who suddenly appeared, Cen Shen hurriedly looked at the other party. But the person who came seemed to be a few years younger than Wang Changling, and compared with ordinary scholars, he had a little more heroic spirit. When his eyes looked at people, it seemed to be straight into his heart. He secretly praised him and indeed, as if he had a very special friendship with such famous people as Wang Changling, but in a flash he remembered where he had heard the word "Jun Li", and was shocked. Before he could call out the three words, he saw the young man in white put a finger in front of his mouth and then said with a smile: "This floating map of Ci'en Temple has always been the favorite place for scholars. Don't speak out and cause trouble for me!"

Cen Shen immediately thought that as long as he called out the three words Du Dashen, countless people would immediately flock to him, and immediately nodded. But he did not dare to call Du Shiyi like Wang Changling. After holding it in a long time, he simply gave a gift in a very low voice: "I don't want Du Dashen to come in person, how lucky Cen Shen is to be."

"Nothing fortunate, I'm just an ordinary person." Du Shiyi suddenly pointed to the seven-story Big Wild Goose Pagoda and said with a smile, "Since you are here, how about you climb this floating map together?"

Cen Shen naturally couldn't get it. Du Shiyi and Wang Changling immediately left their followers and climbed the tower with Cen Shen. Because Daci'en Temple is one of the famous Buddhist resorts in Chang'an City, and dignitaries often come here for a limited time. Therefore, the so-called Big Wild Goose Pagoda is not something you want to climb. If you don't give a gift, the monks who guard the tower would politely refuse to climb the tower. Cen Shen has been in Chang'an for so long, and only once came when they were gathered in a fellow countryman. At this time, when the monk took the coupon from Wang Changling, he asked the three to list the names, and then he respectfully invited the three to climb the tower. Cen Shen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

These days, even monks and Taoists are so snobbish!

The seventh floor floating map reached the top, but I saw the entire Chang'an at my feet. Although there were still others around me, Cen Shen, who was relaxed and happy, couldn't help but speak: "Climbing up to look far, I feel that my mind is open. The floating map of Ci'en Temple is indeed a treasure land!"

In the entire Chang'an, except for the tall palaces, only buildings like the Big Wild Goose Pagoda that live in Buddhist temples can reach such a height. Therefore, Du Shiyi also felt comfortable. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Cen Shen, and said with great interest: "Is it unknown if Cen Langjun may write poems as he pleased?"

Wang Changling came to invite Du Shiyi to see him in person. Faced with such an opportunity, Cen Shen knew that if he missed it, there would be no next time. He immediately agreed and walked around the top of the seventh-story tower. After he chanted, "The tower is like a gushing out, towering the sky palace. He climbed out of the world, and the road is sweeping over the void. It suddenly pressed against the state of China, and was as majestic as a ghost craftsman."

Many scholars who visited the side also recited poems, but at this time, when they heard Cen Shen's first six sentences, they kept writing poems, and those who were thinking hard to read them unconsciously. For a moment, only the sound of wind was left in the huge place. In the center of such countless eyes, Cen Shen became more energetic.

"The four corners are hindering the sun, and the seven layers of the sky are covered with the sky. I look down and look down and hear the shocking wind. The mountains are like waves, and they are running towards the east. The green locust trees are scrambling to the road, and the palace is so bright. The autumn scenery comes from the west, and the green sky fills Guanzhong. On the northern plain of Wuling, it is green forever."

"It's really amazing!" Du Shiyi couldn't help but sigh, and Wang Changling thought of the smallness of the previous palace resentment poem, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly that the poem was grand.

"I can understand the truth after the purity of the principles, and I will be able to understand the virtues of the past. I want to ride the wind and realize that the Tao is infinite."

For a moment, there were endless praises around him, and many people surrounded Cen Shen, who was writing poetry, leaving countless praises. After Cen Shen, who was surrounded by everyone, finally escaped from the siege, Du Shiyi smiled and said, "Cen Langjun is willing to leave Beijing and go to Shuofang?"

Wang Changling came to visit today, and was happy to see Du Shiyi again. At this moment, Cen Shen couldn't believe his ears when he heard such a call. He took a deep breath and immediately responded: "Shen had a long-cherished wish of visiting Heshuo. Today he was invited by General Du, which is a blessing in his life!"

(To be continued
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