Fang Henshui silently recited the mantra in his heart, while peeking at the old monk who changed his fate from time to time. He doesn't know what kind of road he is walking now, but he is sure that he is running counter to all the dreams he has ever had in his life, and drifting away.
He once fantasized that he would become an excellent head catcher, solve countless cases and be promoted one after another. Sooner or later, he would sit in the position of county magistrate or even sheriff. When my beard is all white, maybe I can become a governor!
He once fantasized that he would become a peerless master and defend the Great Sui against countless foreign invasions. Even His Majesty would look at him with admiration and make him a marquis and a general. When his beard is all white, he will have filial sons and daughters and a large group of apprentices under his knees, and his status in the rivers and lakes and in the court is second to none.
He once imagined that he would marry a quiet and virtuous lady from a great family. Even if you don't become an important figure in the Sui Dynasty, you still have to live a happy life. Holding the hand of his wife, strolling along the seashore, listening to the sound of the tide and watching the sunset, enjoying the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers, savoring the alternation of the sun and the moon.
He even thought that when he died, his grave would be erected on the small dirt hill in his hometown, with the head of the grave facing the sea.
But these are all gone.
After the old monk Zhizhi taught him the mental formula of the turtle's breath technique, he closed his eyes and stopped talking. He looked at this old man who was not tall at all, but had a strong sense of oppression like a mountain in front of him, and he couldn't resist in his heart. The old monk said that he was injured, but Fang Henshui knew that even the injured old monk could crush himself to death with one finger.
Buddhism.
Everyone in the Sui Dynasty despised the dog-like Buddhist sect, but he turned into a disciple of the Buddhist sect.
Fang Henshui gave a wry smile, and wondered why fate was so unfair to him. He is just a headhunter in a small remote county in the Sui Dynasty. Even if he has many magnificent dreams, they are just dreams, aren't they? He is an ordinary person, and every ordinary person has some unattainable dreams in his heart.
He knew that he would end up with a mediocre life, marrying a fisherman's daughter, with sun-tanned, rough skin and a waist as thick as a bucket. After giving birth to a few children, they squatted at the door like birds waiting to be fed every day, waiting for me to come home from the yamen. When they saw me, they laughed and shouted and rushed up to hug me and call me daddy.
Why did it become what it is today
Who did I offend to end up with such bad luck one after another
Fang Henshui thought a lot, and then gradually fell into a deep sleep. He was very tired. Although the old monk was thin and short, he was also extremely tired after carrying him all the way, and he hadn't eaten for two days. Some of the food picked up from the students was thrown away when they fled, and the only thing left is something that old monks can enjoy. He could only look at it, he didn't even dare to smell it.
After falling asleep, he began to have endless nightmares. I dreamed that I was wearing a gray monk's robe and a golden cassock, walking on the prairie. The herdsmen in strange clothes paid homage to themselves, offering their gold, silver and the most delicious food.
The most beautiful woman crawled at his feet and kissed his toes.
He looked at the herdsmen proudly, feeling the grassland wind which was completely different from the sea breeze. In his dream, he saw the prairie, as vast as the sea, but green and endless. The wind blows through the pasture like waves. He stood there enjoying the admiration of everyone.
At this moment, a black tide suddenly appeared from the eastern horizon. He stared wide-eyed, watching in horror as the black wave rushed towards him unstoppably. The green grass was trampled down, the herdsmen were crushed, blood and minced flesh were everywhere, and howling and crying resounded through the sky.
It was Tai Sui's heavy armored cavalry, which shattered the tranquility of his dream. The Sui cavalry in black iron armor reaped the lives of the herdsmen with their sharp horses like harvesting wheat. They are like black hurricanes, destroying everything in their path. No one could stop them from moving forward. The loud sound of the attacking horn of the Sui army seemed to tear apart the sky of the grassland.
He also couldn't stop the majestic army. He dreamed that he was knocked over by a scarlet horse. The knight on the horse held a long knife that kept dripping blood, and looked at him indifferently. Not a trace of emotion. He wanted to kneel down and beg, but he couldn't turn over when he was trampled by the scarlet war horse. He wanted to say that he was also from the Sui Dynasty, but he clearly felt that the eyes behind the Sui general's mask could see everything.
"You are a traitor, a traitor of Tai Sui, so... you can only die."
That General Sui spoke indifferently, and then slowly raised the huge red long knife. Only at this time did Fang Henshui see clearly that the knife hadn't turned red because it was covered with blood, the knife was originally of such a color, weird, deep, and frighteningly red.
The blade was raised, and the sun seemed to be able to penetrate the blade.
What a horrible knife.
What a beautiful knife.
When the knife fell, Fang Henshui even saw his own head rolling on the ground. The blood from his neck sprayed out like a waterfall, and the blood was full of shame.
ah!
Fang Henshui woke up startled, already drenched in sweat.
I'm not a Sui anymore...
Fang Henshui woke up trembling, curled up in the corner of the tree hole. He hugged his knees, buried his head between his legs, and dared not open his eyes to see the world. After a long time like this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the old monk with hatred in his eyes. It was late at night, and the tree hole was even darker. He could only see the faint outline of the old monk, sitting there cross-legged like a zombie.
The old monk was still in meditation, and it seemed that he hadn't heard or seen him at all.
Fang Henshui bit his lip, and the blood slowly slid down the corner of his mouth.
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Fang Jie stretched when he woke up, and then failed again trying to calculate the time. This dungeon sees no sunlight all year round. Even if the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly outside, if the lights are not lit, it will still be dark and frightening. The light here is always dim yellow, and it is impossible to guess whether it is day or night because of the oil lamp.
Being in this place for a long time will make people feel that they have become deranged. There is no distinction between day and night, and I am muddled. Perhaps it was intentional, and the timing of delivering meals to him was not regular. So much so that Fang Xie was completely lost in time, and gradually didn't bother to think about whether it was the sun or the moon hanging in the sky outside.
If Fang Jie didn't speak, the stone room was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat. People always want to pursue a quiet life at some point, and don't want to be disturbed by anyone or anything. But if you are really in such an absolutely quiet secret room, boundless fear will often spread in your heart.
There was no sound, so that the sound of even a slight movement of the body was so harsh.
Fang Jie frowned, and after a long time of deliberation, his expression finally became cheerful. A distant and sharp fart was forced out of his stomach, tearing apart the silence in the stone room. The voice sounded suddenly, so proud.
Fang Jie smiled triumphantly, turned over and continued to sleep.
Perhaps this is a very boring struggle, not ridiculous, but rather desolate.
When Fang Jie opened his eyes for the second time, there was no change in the room. The oil lamp tirelessly sticks to its position, and doesn't know why the lamp oil inside can't be burned out. Just when Fang Xie got up and was about to urinate after holding back for a long time, a voice came from outside the iron gate.
From this point, it is impossible to be sure that it is daytime, because there are people guarding outside all the time. And there are always some boring people who will come to see him at any time, push open the iron door and say a few boring words to him. For example, the one-armed man seems to like to just watch Fang Jie's embarrassment when he has nothing to do.
Fang Jie left the stone bed as fast as he could, rushed to the corner and lifted the chamber pot to urinate. The expression on his face is so intoxicated, as if he just fucked a beautiful woman like a flower and a jade.
The iron door was pushed open, and the people who walked in were startled when they saw Fang Xie who was pulling up his trousers, with a strong displeasure on his face.
This is a person Fang Jie has never met, very young. He was wearing a light gray brocade robe that was almost moon white, with a jade pendant hanging on his belt, and the red tassels were particularly eye-catching. The man was tall, but not tall. It seemed that at most it reached below Fang Jie's ears. He is tall because it seems that his body proportions are perfect.
This young man's complexion is very pale, not the kind of smeared white or sickly white, but healthy white, with the texture of suet white jade. His eyebrows are thin and slightly raised, and his eyes are large and proud. Compared with a man, his jaw is slightly pointed, but it is not against harmony.
Among men, he is definitely a handsome man.
But Fang Jie could tell at a glance that this was a girl. She's still a self-righteous girl, a self-righteous girl who thinks that wearing a man's clothing can fool the eyes of all satyrs.
She was followed by a big man, but she seemed very respectful behind the young man. So while pulling up his trousers, Fang Jie speculated about the identity of the little girl who could make Hou Wenji, the envoy of the Qingya Township of the Ouchi Guard, be his follower.
"nausea."
The guy in disguise frowned and put his hand over his nose.
"Eating, drinking, shitting and urinating are the most normal things. If you even feel disgusted by this, I really don't know why you don't feel disgusted. And... your definition of disgust is too simple, and you don't understand what it is at all. nausea."
Fang Jie sat back on the stone bed carelessly, took off his shoes and began to pick his feet.
"Your Highness..."
Hou Wenji called out in a low voice, trying to persuade the gloomy woman. She was the one who was brought back by the soldiers of the camp brought by Taoist Heju on Banyue Mountain that day. If Fang Jie had been there at the time, he would have been able to easily deduce her identity.
The stern-faced woman slowly took a breath to make herself look calmer. She came here purely out of curiosity, curious to know what the successor of the seventh uncle who loves her the most looks like. But the moment she saw Fang Xie, she was obviously disappointed. Although that dirty guy had a pretty face, the way he sat on the stone bed and scratched his feet was really disgusting.
"Well"
She walked to the chair and sat down, trying her best to look indifferent and plain: "Then you come and tell me, what is disgusting?"
Fang Xie glanced at Hou Wenji, pointed to his nose and asked, "I have to answer?"
He had to frown when his fingers were close to the tip of his nose, fingers that had just picked his feet didn't smell very good.
Hou Wenji nodded: "It must."
Fang Jie hummed, sat up straight and looked at the woman for a while, unscrupulously, his eyes swept from top to bottom. This made the woman even more displeased, but she pretended to be calm in order to appear strong. She was not angry, simply because the prisoner seemed to despise her. If he got angry, it might make this annoying guy look down on him even more.
"Disgusting thing... You can imagine that what you eat for breakfast is a pile of shit. The person who shits may be a little angry, and the shit is a little black and hard. So it will stick to your teeth when you chew it, and it's not easy to swallow. "
The woman's face changed, and her stomach churned.
"Of course, you can treat it as dry rice. You can find another person with a stomach upset to have a porridge and drink it as porridge. Just like rinsing your mouth, wash down the dry rice you ate before."
The woman pursed her lips tightly, and looked at Fang Jie with increasingly angry eyes. The churning in her stomach was almost uncontrollable, but she didn't throw up after all.
"Is this disgusting? That's all!"
she asked with a sneer.
"No no no."
Fang Jie waved his hands again and again, then looked into her eyes and said seriously: "The disgusting thing is...you have stuffed your teeth."
Wow-
She finally couldn't hold on anymore and spit it out in one gulp.