Lin Su smiled. "Of course I'm glad I was born in Great Cang! But the Great Confucians who voiced such views in this kingdom should also be glad that they themselves are Great Confucians."
"What do you mean?"
Lin Su said, "They are Great Confucians. They are well-fed and warmly clothed, so they have the qualifications to stand high above and tell the common people how they ought to live! But what if they were ordinary citizens? What if they faced starvation? What if their daughters would be sold to brothels after tonight? What if cold winds and freezing rain were snuffing out the last spark of life in their loved ones? Would they still stand there talking without feeling the ache in their backs?"
Feng Wu slapped a hand to her forehead. "From now on, I'm not discussing the Dao with you!"
She had directly admitted defeat.
Liu Tianyin smiled softly. "Let's go. Into the city!"
Lin Su stretched out a hand, scooped up Kong Ye's hand, and led him gracefully into the city...
At the city gate, Lin Su turned back, his gaze falling toward the Buddhist mountain and lingering there briefly...
Feng Wu noticed. "What? After seeing that poem, are you planning to write one as well?"
"What are you thinking?" Lin Su said. "Don't you feel as if someone is following us?"
The two women were both startled...
Following them?
Could it be someone from Thousand Buddha Temple?
When they had left Thousand Buddha Temple, they had ridden the Nine Sound Cauldron. The Nine Sound Cauldron was a sacred treasure; no one could track it.
Yet the moment they emerged from the Nine Sound Cauldron, he sensed someone following them?
Could it be those bald heads from Thousand Buddha Temple?
Beyond the city, the Cang Mountains