July 13, You Country.
A stone monument named Youdu came into view, and after going a few dozen miles from here, it was time to enter the city gate.
It is said that after passing through the city gate, you can see the most magnificent city gate in the world, and behind the city gate, the secluded capital city that many literati and poets in the world have described.
Youdu.
He Qingmo found that after he left Shimen to travel down the mountain, he had been to many places, but he had never been to Youdu.
"This city gate is indeed much taller and more beautiful than other places, but it can't be called amazing. The person who said this has never traveled far before!"
Standing under the city gate, the young man sneered and said similar thoughts to him.
He Qingmo glanced at him and didn't answer.
Everyone met by chance, met in general, and soon parted ways, so there was no need to have too much friendship.
Chapters saw him like this, only when his famous disciple looked down on his wild way, he whispered, and entered the city first.
"Brother He, don't mind, Fellow Daoist Zhang has a higher self-esteem, not a bad friend."
Compared with the chapters, He Xiyun, who was rounding up the game at the moment, seemed much more pleasing to the eye.
Not because she's a woman, but because she's better than chapter.
He Qingmo shook his head: "It's okay."
He had a good impression of He Xiyun, and he was willing to say a few more words to her.
"Although Youdu is the capital of Youguo, there are also many capable people and scholars, hiding dragons and crouching tigers, hidden in the city, and Daoyou He has entered the city, it is best not to walk around."
He Xiyun nodded with a smile: "Thank you Daoyou He for reminding me, I have long heard that on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, there will be a transcendental dharma meeting, and the scale is grand. Nine out of ten Buddhist worshippers in the world will come to pay their respects. Although I am not a Buddhist disciple, I also want to come over to see the excitement, Fellow Daoist He has a lot of knowledge, so do you know if the Fa conference is the same as in the rumors, can you tell me about it?"
He Qingmo just wanted to say that he had never been here before, but before he could say anything, he had forgotten what he wanted to say.
He Xiyun did the same.
In front of you are exquisite houses, all of which are well-organized and orderly, as if they were made by the same craftsman.
The roof tiles are supposed to be fired with materials such as colored glaze. Even if the glazed glaze is not completely transparent, it shimmers in the sunlight, as if there is light.
There are lotus flowers planted in front of many people's houses, and every household is in the season of blooming lotus flowers.
At the end of the road, a higher imperial palace stands at the gate of the imperial city, which can be seen from a distance, like the kingdom of God in Buddhist legends, vague and clear.
Magnificent and holy.
The wind blows, the bell rings.
He Qingmo followed the sound, and there was a copper bell hanging under the eaves of the house. There was a slight movement, and thousands of bells rang one after another, like a beautiful piece of music, better than a thousand words in the world.
There is no need to recite the sound of the Buddha, the sound of the Buddha is at ease in the heart.
Not to mention He Qingmo and He Xiyun, even the chapters that were in front of them were stunned. It took a long time for them to come back to their senses and let out a sigh of relief.
This is the reaction of almost everyone who is new to Youdu, and the local people have long seen it.
He Xiyun exclaimed: "As expected of the secluded capital of Chongshan Buddhism, there are indeed the brand of Buddhism everywhere!"
Astonished, but also envious.
You country worships Buddha, from top to bottom, almost all the power of the country, from the imperial court to the people, all are devout, indicating that Wanlian Buddha Land not only has a lofty position in You country, but also has great power.
In contrast, although Taoism is also respected, it is far from such a position.
However, this is only a secular influence, which shows that Buddhist monks are far more familiar with the rules of the game of secular power than Taoist monks. The world of comprehension respects strength, and the Wanjian Xianzong and Shenxiao Xianfu, which represent Taoism, are still incumbents. right.
Thinking of this, He Xiyun felt a lot more comfortable.
Even the disciple of the Immortal Mansion beside her became more and more tall in her mind.
"I haven't entered this door, I don't know there is such a magnificent city in the world, no wonder Youdu is also called the Buddha Capital!"
He Xiyun looked around as if thinking of something.
"I don't know where is the Wanlian Buddha Land of the Second Buddhist Sect?"
"There." He Qingmo raised his hand and pointed away.
On the mountainside in the distance, a courtyard is looming among the clouds, and the golden top of the Buddha's light seems far away.
"I heard that Wanlian Buddha Land is only called two saints in Buddhism, and it is not as good as Qingyun Temple. I didn't expect its status in Youdu to be so lofty. When others told me before, I didn't believe it."
The chapter saw that He Qingmo was born in a famous family, and he stared blankly for a long time like himself as a country bumpkin. He couldn't help but be satisfied, and his attitude was much more friendly.
He Xiyun said: "Two fellow Taoists, why don't you find a place to stay first. I heard that it is approaching the fifteenth day of July, and within five days before and after, Youdu will be very lively at night. We can go out for a walk after dark."
Chapters naturally have no objection, he originally came out to travel, wherever he goes.
He Qingmo said, "You guys go first, I'll walk around, we'll meet again by fate, farewell!"
He Xiyun wanted to stop him: "Hey, Daoyou He!"
Without waiting for her to speak out, He Qingmo had already left.
Chapter sneered: "Look, I just said that he disdains to walk with us. Palace Master Shenxiao Xianfu is a direct disciple, so he is so powerful and powerful, how can he take people from small sects like us in his eyes?"
He Xiyun sighed and felt a little regretful. She thought she would have the opportunity to exchange ideas with He Qingmo.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't worry too much, maybe Daoyou He really has something to do. We met by chance, so we didn't ask too much. Don't think too much."
The chapter snorted coldly.
Qingbei Mountain is indeed a little-known sect. The only one who is somewhat famous is the elder Lu Zhiyuan. However, He Xiyun's master has no friendship with Elder Lu. A few days ago, He Xiyun left Huangquan and returned to Qingbei Mountain. After the calamity was overcome and the soldiers were resolved, she could not even see her master for the last time. After He Xiyun cried a lot, she simply said goodbye to the chief, went down the mountain to travel, and never went back.
As for chapters, his origins are even more remote. He has never heard of He Xiyun, but his qualifications are not bad. If He Xiyun didn't have that adventure in Huangquan, he would just be on a tie with chapters. .
"These famous disciples have always had eyes above their heads. He Qingmo will not be the first, nor will he be the last. I'm used to it!"
Chapter shrugged off her consolation.
"The stronger the cultivation base, the more arrogant the attitude will be. I have seen this kind of person a lot!"
"no."
At least someone isn't like that.
A figure suddenly appeared in He Xiyun's heart.
The other party said that his name was Changming, he had no origin or memory, but he was so powerful and dazzling that he was dazzling.
But without him, he would have died in that terrible place long ago, with no bones left.
I don't know how the other party is doing in Qixianmen now.
"By the way, Fellow Daoist Zhang, didn't you come from Longxue Mountain before? It's close to Qixianmen. I have an old friend named Changming, who lives at the foot of Qixianmen. I don't know if you have heard about him. What's going on?"
"Qixianmen? Qixianmen was destroyed, don't you know?"
He Xiyun was greatly stunned.
"When?!"
Chapter: "I don't know, I also have a friend in Qixianmen. I wanted to drop by to visit at that time, but when I got to the foot of the mountain, I found that the village there was completely empty, but the food was still there, and the meal was half cooked. Yes, the same is true for the Qixianmen on the mountain, as if people suddenly disappeared. Later, when I asked about it, I saw that the blood sect and the surrounding sects were all wiped out, and I don’t know who did it. of."
He Xiyun was inexplicably shocked: "Seeing that Zhou Ke, the sect master of the Blood Sect, is also a master of the great masters in the world, did he also suffer an accident?"
Chapter: "The Devil's Sect has many enemies. I heard that Zhou Ke would often use a living person as a furnace to practice martial arts to cross the border when he didn't like it. If he didn't know who he was, he had caught the proud disciple of a great master, and he was retaliated and destroyed the sect! Hey, it's a pity that I That friend, who suffered the calamity of Chiyu in vain, never saw a person or a dead body, and now I don't know what happened!"
That Changming...
He Xiyun was a little confused, and he was not even interested in appreciating the scenery of the secluded capital. He and Zhang randomly found an inn to rest and meditated for an afternoon. Until night fell, his mood slowly eased.
Chapter came to look for her and invited her out for a walk, and He Xiyun complied.
Although Youdu worships Buddha, it is not without singing, dancing and entertainment. It is said that, like Luodu, the two markets in the east and west are singing and singing every night, and the music square is brightly lit all night long. Most of the guests who come to Youdu from other places also settle here.
He Xiyun and the others lived in an inn next to the West City. It was very convenient to go to the West City, but it was only a short walk across the street.
I just didn't expect that my companions, who had not been separated for a long time, would see each other in the West City so soon.
"He Daoyou!"
Among the bustling crowd, He Qingmo turned back, surprised.
"Is it you?"
He Xiyun stepped forward quickly and saw his disappointment in addition to surprise.
"Who do you think it is?"
He Qingmo: "It's nothing, I seem to have seen an old friend just now, but it should be a mistake."
He Xiyun thought of Changming, and his heart was filled with emotion.
"Fellow Daoist He said goodbye in a hurry. Did you go to find the old friend?"
He Qingmo shook his head: "I went to Wanlian Buddha Land."
He Xiyun: "Have an appointment?"
He Qingmo: "No, just look outside."
Just now, before he got close to the Wanlian Buddha Land, he could feel the blockade of the many formations. He couldn't see the other party's flaws, and it might be exposed if he stayed any longer, so He Qingmo turned around and left.
He Xiyun felt that He Qingmo's trip was not as purposeless as they were, and maybe it was for someone or something, but if the other party didn't say it, she was not easy to ask.
In the chapter, He Qingmo was not pleasing to the eye, and when he saw this, he was not willing to stay with them any longer, so he took a few steps and went to the front.
At the beginning of the lantern, there is a spark in the world.
Looking up, the lanterns are connected together, shining brightly on the bustling crowd, illuminating the secluded city in the daytime.
As the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, many stalls have ghost masks hanging on them. Some are hideous and lifelike, some are playful and colorful. , bless the weather and the good health of the family.
He Qingmo and the three of them are monks, and they don't have the habit of celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival.
People on the side chattered from time to time.
"Father, why don't we burn paper yet? Didn't we have to burn paper last year?" This is what the ignorant child asked.
"Nonsense, paper is burned on the fifteenth day every year, you remember wrong."
"You can eat roast duck on the day of burning paper!"
"Just thinking about eating! That's a sacrifice to the ghosts and gods. We can only use them after the ghosts and gods have eaten. Don't talk nonsense, be careful to be caught and used as a substitute!"
"What is a substitute?"
…
The voice of teaching the child fell farther and farther behind him, and He Xiyun couldn't help but smile knowingly when he remembered that he was taught by his master when he was a child.
"There is a noodle stall over there, why don't you two fellow Daoists sit over there?"
If He Qingmo proposed, the chapter would definitely ignore it, but he still gave face to He Xiyun.
The three found their seats and sat down, He Xiyun called Wan Mao Er, He Qingmo and Zhang Zhan wanted the shaozi noodles.
A full bowl came up, the ingredients were enough, but the money was very cheap, and the same price could not buy such a bowl of noodles in Luo.
The chapter watched He Qingmo eating noodles, and couldn't help but taunted: "I didn't expect that Daoyou He, who was born in a famous family, would eat the fireworks of the world like us. I thought you were inedias every day!"
He Qingmo said indifferently: "Bingu can be inedible, as can Daoyou Zhang, but if there is nothing to eat in the deep mountains and old forests, who would treat themselves harshly?"
He Xiyun was afraid that they would quarrel again, so he hurriedly interrupted: "My cat's ears are too pale, and there is no saltiness at all, how about you?"
Chapter: "Mine doesn't taste good either."
He asked the boss to come and put the salt and vinegar on his own, but even if he did, his bowl of sangzi noodles was still bland and boring.
The three of them were a little disappointed, they hurriedly finished the noodles and settled the bill, and left the noodle stall.
"What's so special about what I think of Youdu? The noodles are not expensive, but the noodles are so bland, like drinking boiled water, why are so many people eating them, can't they taste the taste?" Zhang Ren keep complaining.
If He Xiyun felt something, he took a few steps and turned around.
There are indeed many customers at the noodle stall.
They just buried their heads in the noodles and didn't talk, as if they had been hungry for three days and three nights.
But judging from the way they dress up, it is clear that they are neatly dressed, and although they are not rich and noble, they cannot even afford a bowl of noodles.
A very strange feeling rose in He Xiyun's heart.
She looked at the owner of the stall.
The latter seemed to have noticed, and just raised his head, the two looked at each other for a moment, and the latter smiled at He Xiyun.
A quirky, eerie smile.
He Xiyun's whole body exploded with cold hairs, he turned around suddenly and rushed towards the boss with three or two steps.
The noodle stall owner was taken aback by her.
"What is this lady doing?"
He Xiyun stared at each other with a pair of beautiful eyes.
The boss had an innocent face, and was frightened by her aura, he wanted to retreat but dared not.
There is no abnormality, just like her illusion.
He Xiyun turned to look at the guests at each table.
Some people just finished eating and got up and left, put down the meal money on the table, only one table is still waiting, the family of three chats and laughs.
"He Daoyou, what's wrong?"
He Qingmo's voice rang in his ears, and He Xiyun loosened the frown between his brows.
"It's nothing, maybe I read it wrong, what about Fellow Daoist Zhang?"
He Qingmo didn't care: "Maybe it's just now that you're walking fast, let's go."
The crowds are coming and going, and you can't see the end at a glance. Where can you see the shadow of the chapter
But it doesn't matter if you get separated, he is no longer a child, he will always go back to the inn by himself.
He Xiyun still felt something was wrong.
She walked with He Qingmo for a while, but couldn't help but look back at the noodle stall.
Seeing this, his face turned pale.
"Where's the noodle stall?!"
He Qingmo turned back and found that something was wrong.
The huge noodle stall disappeared completely in situ, and the place became a stall selling sugar cakes.
"Selling candy cakes! Selling candy cakes! Madam Langjun will come for a candy cake, keep it sweet!"
The hawker has also completely changed his appearance, not the middle-aged noodle stall owner just now.
He Xiyun: "Where's the noodle stall just now?!"
The hawker was inexplicable: "What noodle stall, there is no noodle stall nearby, I have been selling sugar cakes here for two years!"
He Xiyun wanted to say more, but was held down by He Qingmo.
She was dragged aside.
"These people are not monks."
"But just..."
"Since I entered the city, I have felt uncomfortable." He Qingmo said, he thought that he was not used to smelling those Buddha lotus and sandalwood, and he didn't care. Until this time, the alarm bell in his mind was a big one, which belonged to the monk himself. of vigilance.
He knew now that it was the ubiquitous aura that made him feel uncomfortable.
Those breaths are not sandalwood, not the turbid air that rubs shoulders one after another, but—
Ghostly.
Like wisps of smoke, and ghosts are everywhere.
"Look!" He Xiyun raised his voice abruptly and lowered his voice abruptly, "What is that!"
He Qingmo looked at the candy cake that was strung together by bamboo skewers. The originally white, fat, soft candy cake that made people appetizing slowly wriggled under the lantern.
A huge maggot.
The noodles they just ate...
He Xiyun didn't dare to think about it further, she felt that she might not want to eat noodles again in the future.
He Qingmo suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the candy cake vendor.
"Lang, Jun, you, this, yes, what, what, ah-"
He Qingmo exerted a little force, and the head on the hawker's shoulder was shaken off, and Gululu rolled away.
"Kill, man, la!"
"You, kill, people, la!"
Surrounded by one after another, questions sounded, but these questions were all gloomy, not like those sent by living people at all.
Looking around again, the people who were wandering around looked at them one after another. He Xiyun even saw the one with his back facing them, his figure remained the same, his head turned in half, his eyes stared straight at them, all faces were expressionless, but the corners of his mouth were blank. Open up, as if wearing a mask, with horror from head to toe.
Where is this night market, it is clearly a ghost market!
A pair of hands stretched out to them, and the long sword behind He Qingmo was unsheathed and slashed mercilessly. Where the sword light rose and fell, countless people's heads and bones fell to the ground, but there were more people behind them.
And the two of them have been surrounded by a group.
He Xiyun wanted to use his spiritual power, but found that his dantian was empty and nothing. Looking at He Qingmo again, although his sword was powerful, it was only the breath of the sword's edge, not the spiritual power to control the sword.
What about their spiritual power? !
"Kill your life, you stay."
There was a chuckle from nowhere, a faint resentment, it seemed far away, but it was like a tangible force, pulling thousands of ghost hands and embracing the two of He Qingmo.
At the critical moment, a hand stretched out from behind and put it on his shoulder.
He Qingmo wanted to cut open, but found that the hand seemed to be expected, easily bypassed the attack, and pressed his arm.
"follow me."
The sound of deja vu made He and He turn their heads at the same time.
Black haired hosta, plain clothes and wide robes, deep eyebrows, as high as a mountain.
This kind of demeanor was more eye-catching than what He Xiyun saw at the foot of Weiqing Mountain that day.
The author has something to say:
ps1, about the psychological changes of the master and the apprentice, the comment id "Go to bed early and get up early" is cute and very detailed. Many of the texts cannot be explained to you like an expository text. He has carried out speculation and analysis, topic building The discussion and analysis below are also very exciting, and may be able to answer some of the confusion of some pot friends.
ps2, there are many kinds of feelings in the world, many mixed flavors, love and hate, can not be summed up simply by what kind of love and affection, for example, Zhou Ke's psychology towards the teacher.