Luo Yunsheng left Mount Lushan and wandered eastward. He used the money given by the King of Wan to buy a donkey and a pot of good wine, and drank while walking on the official road.
There are fields on both sides of the official road. Now is a good time to plant vegetables. The scorching sun shines on the green leaves, full of hope for a good harvest. Going forward, it is the Xunyang boundary marker. After passing the boundary marker, it is no longer under the jurisdiction of the Lushan Sect. The green vegetable seedlings come to an abrupt end near the boundary marker.
It was as if someone had drawn a line on the vast land. On one side of the line was lush, fresh green, with vitality extending all the way to the horizon; on the other side were cracked, dry land and scattered, lonely graves, with crows circling over the desolate fields, calling mournfully.
A place without a sect is like a no-man's land. No one wants to farm here, because the crops they work so hard to grow will be taken away by idle gangsters. The royal family is weak, the world is in ruins, and the laws and regulations are useless.
Luo Yunsheng pulled the donkey and stood at the boundary marker for a long time. He picked up a pen and wrote on the stone word by word:
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