The eaves and walls are broken, the twilight is dark, and the crows fall on the dry branches.
The original tall Huabiao disappeared, leaving only the solitary pedestal, the flat ashlars were ripped apart, and there were mud pits filled with water everywhere.
The wildly growing weeds are half a person high, and there are broken stone carvings lying in the grass. These are the stone carvings that originally stood on the left and right sides of the Shinto in front of the mausoleum. Among them, the stone elephant is broken in half, the stone lion is missing its head, and the exquisite carvings are still clear.
Because it was first built as an imperial mausoleum, it is very large in scale.
Except for the Minglou and the stone archway, which symbolize the identity, the rest have already been built.
But now it is such a desolate scene, Mo Li pursed his lips, unable to speak for a long time.
- It was only 16 years after the fall of the Chu Dynasty, how could this place be abandoned like this
It can be said that no one used the pier before, but it became more and more wrong. Judging from the remaining stone carvings and the traces on the stone slabs, it was clear that someone deliberately destroyed it.
The stone sculptures placed on both sides of the Shinto are very heavy, and the base is also very solid. It will not be a problem to experience wind and rain for hundreds of years. If someone hadn't deliberately pulled them down with ropes, they would never have been torn apart as they are now.
Lu Min's back was cold, and his forehead was sweating.
Although he didn't know what happened here, his intuition was related to the change of dynasty. Lu Min stiffened his neck and didn't dare to look at Meng Qi's expression.
The road was bumpy and the carriage could no longer move forward.
Mr. Jin Shui came back to his senses, looking at the desolate scene around him, his heart suddenly tightened.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Jin Shui looked up in disbelief.
Zhu Houci is well-known and often appears in teahouse dictionaries. It was the burial place of Zhu Yan and Zhu Yunming, a famous scholar at the end of the Chen Dynasty. Counting three hundred years forward, perhaps a few hundred years later, there is only one Zhu Yan who is so stunning and splendid to scold Fang Qiu.
Zhu Yan had a rare talent and name, and when he was crowned, the whole world knew his name.
There are seventy-two handed down ci and fu, and there are six volumes of commentaries on classics and history, two of which are the art of war. He is a great scholar who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and a white-clothed minister of unparalleled talent. If he hadn't been born in the last years of the Chen Dynasty when the world was in chaos, with his academic ability, he would have extended a new school of learning, which would have influenced not only one generation, but also future generations. Unfortunately, Zhu Yan didn't have this opportunity, and he died too early.
Zhu Yan died of illness at the age of thirty-six. Before that, he had been planning the world for Li Yuanze for ten years.
If it weren't for the fact that he was too poor to travel around with the army, it is estimated that the Chen Dynasty would have died several years earlier.
Such a legendary figure, aside from the identity of Chu Chen, also has a high prestige among the people. Mr. Jin Shui originally thought that he would see a place where literati and writers rushed to visit and write poems about the ancients, but it turned out to be such a dilapidated scene.
"Shouldn't be..."
Mr. Jin Shui muttered to himself.
Mo Li just happened to be thinking, it shouldn't be like this.
The Qi Emperor Lu Zhang had an excellent face, and it stands to reason that he would not let people tear down this unformed mausoleum and deliberately destroy the Zhuhou Temple.
On the contrary, in order to prove the cold-blooded injustice of the Li family in the Chu Dynasty, Lu Zhang would link Li Yuanze's regrets about the tomb he had set up in his early years with his desire to harm the hero, and then make a big publicity, and then pretend to order people to repair the cemetery, and then seal or seal it. The relatives of the Marquis of Leyang are the same family, and it is only right that the effort on that face is completed and thoughtful.
Mo Li was puzzled and couldn't help but look at Meng Qi.
- He shouldn't have done it.
After all, to others, this place is nothing but a desolate and desolate place, but to Meng Qi, this place symbolizes a past, and now his friends are buried.
When something happened to a friend's grave, it was demolished beyond recognition, and everyone would be angry.
Contrary to Mo Li's expectations, Meng Qi looked very calm and showed no signs of rage at all.
"What happened here?" Mo Li decided to ask directly.
"...It's Feng Shui."
Meng Qi's eyes were half closed, his expression was cold, and his tone was full of irony: "Many years ago, some people called Qingjiang a dragon, saying that this is a hidden dragon cave with false auspiciousness and evil, and there are Qinglong coveted outside, and then prosperous luck. It’s also a touch away. In addition to the cloud… the relatives of the Marquis of Leyang withered away, many died in the chaos of the army, and most of the survivors were mediocre, and the rumors intensified.”
"Wait, why haven't I heard of this rumor?" Mr. Jin Shui asked subconsciously.
"This rumor started forty years ago..."
Before Meng Qi finished speaking, Mr. Jin Shui felt his face heat up.
Meng Qi didn't give him a second look, and continued: "And the rumors were released by people with intentions, mainly in the inner city of Taijing, and they stopped when they achieved their goals."
What is the purpose, naturally, to prevent the tomb of the Chu Dynasty from being located here.
Mo Li understood, and turned to ask: "Is it Li Yuanze?"
Meng Qi slowly shook his head, and it took a long time before he said, "I don't know."
This answer obviously surprised Doctor Mo. With Meng Qi's ability and the ability to turn into a gerbil to inquire about news at night, if he was determined to track down the source of the rumor, he should be able to catch it.
Blowing water in front of the dragon veins, disturbing the original tombs of the important officials of the Chu Dynasty, and spreading rumors in Taijing... All of them can make Meng Guoshi angry, let alone all of them together
"… It's them?"
Mo Li's voice was so soft that Lu Min, who was closest to him, could hardly hear it.
Meng Qi was silent for a while, then repeated: "I don't know."
- I don't know, it's because there are too many people contributing to the fire.
- I don't know, because everyone has their own mind.
When I was young, I made great achievements and thought about helping the world. I felt that I could be buried in one place after death, but I had other plans when I got older. Not only because some people want the fallen leaves to return to their hometown for burial, but also because the construction of this huge tomb cost too much money. Compared with money, it is the latter that hurts the heart.
There was indeed friendship during his lifetime, but at that time, Marquis Leyang had been dead for more than ten years, and he had no descendants, and the relationship had gradually faded.
Some people think that the tombs after death are not up to the specifications of the princes, and they don’t care about the tombs in the periphery. Although the other people have outstanding identities and outstanding achievements, they are only high-ranking officials. From ancient times to the present, only the handed down chapters have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Certainly, the Marquis of Leyang is still more respected. They are all dead, why do they have to be pointed at each other together
There are even those who speculate on Emperor Chu Yuan's mind, knowing that the emperor has regrets, and after weighing the pros and cons, they decide to agree. In any case, the emperor is the emperor after all, why bother with the emperor on such optional things
Meng Qi could take a stand on anything, but he couldn't.
He will not die, the tomb prepared for him is destined to be vacant.
Everyone is thinking about what happens behind them. Meng Qi can refute these thoughts, but he has no confidence.
Even if no one knows the secret, this sense of disappointment will not go away.
Establishing a new dynasty, governing the world and saving the people, after decades of concentric comradeship, Meng Qi suddenly realized that the dragon veins are different from people after all. This cannot be changed no matter what, and it is difficult for him to understand what his friends care about. put one's oar in.
In the end he was defeated and stopped checking.
What happens after death is not as important as what is in front of you. Since most people don't agree with it, then in order to maintain the government, let the monarchs and ministers be separated from their colleagues, and they will not be buried if they are not buried!
People can't choose how they are born in the world, can't they choose where they will sleep forever
So this "small storm" quickly disappeared, as if it had never happened, the Chu Dynasty was still thriving, and soon ushered in the prosperity of Chengping.
"Oh, feng shui... Actually, it's not feng shui that fools people. It depends on what people think. No matter how absurd nonsense is, as long as it speaks to other people's hearts, the nonsense will become the truth."
As soon as Lu Min finished speaking, he found that everyone was staring at him, he immediately shrank his neck, and asked fearfully, "Did I say something wrong just now?"
"That's right."
Meng Qi stared at him for a while, then withdrew his gaze.
Lu Min wiped off his sweat, and Mr. Jin Shui felt more and more weird beside him. In his opinion, Meng Qi only talked about Feng Shui, and then Mo Li asked if the rumor was released by Emperor Chu Yuan. Meng Qi said no. Know.
Of course I don't know. How can things be made clear about forty years ago? Just as Mr. Jin Shui was thinking, Mo Li suddenly said a few more words. The voice was too low. Mr. Jin Shui couldn't hear it clearly, but Meng Qi's answer was heard.
Still three words, I don't know.
So speculated, could it be that the doctor proposed the name of a suspect
Looking at the expressions of the two, and the tone of their conversation, it was as if Meng Qi had witnessed the incident with his own eyes, and Mo Li was convinced of this, but Meng Qi said that he didn't know the expression, but it was not like that at all. Yes know!
Knowing the inside story, but not being able to say—
Mr. Jin Shui fought a cold war, and suddenly came to his senses. He thought, how did such a ridiculous idea come up? Those who know the old events of the year are in their 60s to say the least. Although the origins of these two people are a mystery, their ages are real.
No, wait.
Mr. Jin Shui suddenly thought that when they called themselves nicknames in public, he deliberately explained that they could make what they say only heard by specific people. This is the secret method often mentioned by storytellers, and it is the ability of people with high martial arts skills.
But the problem is that it is said that when martial arts are practiced to the extreme, they will have a childish appearance, or they will remain unchanged.
Mr. Jin Shui's face changed, and he didn't know whether he should beg the "superior" to expose the fraud case in the capital.
At this time, Lu Min jumped out of the carriage, ready to push the carriage through the ravine.
In fact, there was no need for him to work so hard, Mo Li drove the people to the side, and when everyone got out of the car, he and Meng Qi easily carried the car over.
Lu Min held the two horses and stood there stupidly. He rubbed his eyes, only to be sure that the carriage was already a few meters away.
In the blink of an eye, ten feet.
Mr. Jin Shui: "..."
The scholar's heart sank sharply, and all the guesswork can be avoided. They are the legendary martial arts masters who fly from the sky to the ground.
"I thought all the sayings of martial arts masters were made up." Mr. Jin Shui said weakly, he thought that people like thugs and nursing homes were all Jianghu people who knew martial arts, or they were powerful, and Meng Qi carried the car with one hand before. Get up and easily put down the group of Master Zha, who thought they were too fast skilled craftsmen.
Taijing people have seen juggling from all over the world, as well as all kinds of clever tricks, such as breathing fire, spitting swords, conjuring a basket of peaches out of thin air, turning a basin of water into a basin of blood, and white cloth drying on the fire. There are tricks in handwriting, etc. Therefore, the people of Taijing are not as foolish as those in the countryside. When they see a Taoist who pretends to be a ghost, they are regarded as gods, but correspondingly, they are not so easy to react when they encounter a real master.
"Didn't you already know on the dock?" Lu Min replied blankly.
"No, I thought martial arts masters were... good at fighting..."
Mr. Jin Shui thought, not including floating several feet away in the blink of an eye! In front of the dilapidated mausoleum in this wilderness, if it was replaced by someone he didn't know, he would have opened his mouth and screamed that there was a ghost.
Lu Min was still at a loss, and said doubtfully, "That's right, martial arts masters are very good at fighting. It's no problem to be one hundred or one thousand." He could even break into the imperial city and beat the emperor into a pig's head!
Mr. Jin Shui opened his mouth and stared at him and said, "You can't kill someone with a sword, but take someone's head from a hundred miles away?"
"Are you talking about this?" Lu Min was shocked.
Mr. Jin Shui breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, there is no ranger in this world who can become three inches tall, can fly to the sky, and kill with a sword.
- In fact, three inches is not enough, five inches is still acceptable, and a newborn baby is about four to five inches. As for flying into the sky and escaping the earth, the soul is separated from the body or something, the body of the dragon veins is transformed by aura, and it is not difficult for the consciousness to leave the body to become a dragon to wander around casually.
Is it like a dragon plate flying on a sword
That sword might not have to be as big as a door!
Fortunately, Mr. Jin Shui just thought about it in his heart and didn't say it out loud, which saved the embarrassment of the sharp-eyed ink carp.
Meng Qi was immersed in his past memories and did not pay attention to the situation behind him.
"... After Emperor Chu Yuan died and Emperor Chu Ling succeeded to the throne, he seemed to be convinced of the feng shui theory of the year, so the last few years of the Chu Dynasty were neglected. Lu Zhang had heard rumors about this place when he was a minister of Chu, and he was afraid that it would continue to hinder the luck of Taijing, so he ordered all the stone carvings around the gods to be put down."
Meng Qi's tone was ridiculed, and he said with a tired expression, "But he is afraid that the Marquis of Leyang will be too well-known among the people, so he only dares to secretly send people to act at night. This area has changed beyond recognition, and I haven't been here in years."
Mo Li's heart moved, he felt that Meng Qi was just sighing, and had no intention of grief, and couldn't help asking: "The coffin of Marquis Zhu is actually no longer here?"
Meng Qi was stunned for a while, then took Mo Li's hand and said with a smile, "The doctor still knows me."
"But look at the words, Brother Meng didn't intend to hide it, I can see a thing or two." Mo Li looked down at the hand that was being held, and found that someone was very skilled in grasping, his fingers were wrapped in it, and he could hardly move.
"When was Marquis Zhu's coffin removed?"
"A long time ago, forty years ago, as soon as something was decided in the imperial mausoleum, I... found a deep valley in Shangyun Mountain."
Meng Qi stopped, after all, running late at night to dig the grave of an old friend who had been buried for many years, and then carrying the coffin to hide it was a shocking thing in the eyes of the world.
Fortunately, Longmai's ideas are the same.
Mo Li knows that there are no ghosts in this world, that a person dies is a dead bone, and the coffin is not opened, and there is no such thing as disturbing the deceased.
"It's too early for you to plan for a rainy day." Mo Li pondered, and since he had experienced such a thing, he probably couldn't have foreseen the current situation, but Meng Qi was prepared so early, which really made him admire.
Sure enough, when it comes to joining the WTO and people's hearts, Taijing's dragon veins are even higher.
Meng Qi was hesitant to say anything over there. He saw Mo Li's thoughts, and logically he could recognize it with the flow of the boat, but he was afraid that Mo Li would have misunderstandings after he recovered.
"Doctor, the Marquis of Leyang and I are just old friends, and the meaning of the same robe."
The ink carp nodded inexplicably, otherwise
"... So I didn't just want to steal his coffin and hide it in Shangyun Mountain."
Meng Qi supported his forehead and explained with difficulty, "I was angry and annoyed when I checked the rumors that day, and finally Scholar Deng came to persuade me, saying that it is a good thing not to build this huge tomb complex. There is no long-lasting authority in this world, and one day, the dynasty will change and the world will be in chaos. Everyone is buried in one place, and there are many funeral objects. Isn’t it bad luck?”
In the past dynasties, there was a shortage of military funds to dig ancient tombs, and the imperial mausoleum was not immune. Unless people couldn't figure out where the tomb was, like Emperor Chen Li, even if there were many institutions, more than 100,000 people would come to open the mountain to bomb the mausoleum. Nothing works.
Meng Qi said with emotion: "Although I know the truth, I'm still very annoyed by what Scholar Deng said directly."
At the time when the Chu Dynasty was prosperous, let alone the emperor, even the founding hero who did not want the Chu Dynasty to be able to live and work in peace and contentment for thousands of generations? Suddenly, someone said that the world will be in chaos in the future, everyone's coffins can't keep their bones, and they will be trampled into slag.
"So after getting angry, the more you think about it, the more reasonable it becomes, so you dig a grave?" Mo Li felt that 80% of himself would do the same.
"Yes." Meng Qi had no confidence and replied weakly, "Scholar Deng means that it will be very eye-catching if everyone is buried together. If there is only the Marquis of Leyang, with his prestige among the people, maybe there will be incense. At its peak. Scholar Deng is a scholar. He feels that the world respects Zhu Yan. I don’t think so. At most, it is just that scholars respect Zhu Yan, but not the world. Zhu Yan has no children. It was Li Yuanze. Although Zhu Yan was posthumously named the Marquis of Leyang, the funeral objects were equivalent to a county king. The scale of the funeral was grand, and the entire Taijing knew that the history books would not be erased. …”
"Well, you are right." Mo Li nodded.
Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said in a low voice, "I only took the coffin, only this time, as for the others... they were buried in a hurry back then, and most of them were transported back to their hometown. Because of the feng shui theory, the emperor of the Chu Dynasty will be angry, so I don't bother."
Mo Li realized with hindsight that Meng Qi only took Zhu Yan's coffin and was afraid that he might misunderstand
After all, they are dragon veins, and mountains are their shape. It is impossible for others to bury coffins in the mountains, but the act of digging up coffins to come back is outrageous.
However, this cannot be said.
Mr. Qin said that a virtuous person deserves the respect of the world regardless of life or death.
So Mo Li tacitly ignored this matter, not to mention that he didn't think of it at all before, but now that he understands it, he felt that to mention a word bluntly was rude to the Marquis of Leyang.
"That's it, let's go."
Mo Li originally wanted to propose to go to the Zhuhou Temple and let Meng Qi pay tribute to the old man, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.
Only then did Lu Min walk over with two horses.
Mr. Jin Shui accidentally stepped on a mud pit on the way, and his swollen foot suffered a new injury. In addition, he fell on the boat several times before, and now he can't stand up at all.
The ink carp heard the sound and went to the diagnosis and treatment, and at this moment, there was intermittent screaming from the depths of the ruined and deep abandoned tomb.
Cry like a ghost.
Everyone looked at each other, and Mr. Jin Shui silently corrected in his heart. It was a standard ghost cry, just like the one on the stage, so fake.