As for Qiao'er, since she came to Jiangnan, it has been like a change of person, and she has completely lost the generous expression of earlier. When Xinyuan and Wenzheng glanced at her inadvertently, they suddenly felt that she had changed, and their eyes became weird, very different from before. Only then did Xin Yuan realize that Qiao'er's eyes were sometimes as clear and dazzling as Qiu Shui, which made people unable to see through and touch.
After the three settled in the inn opposite the Yanyu Building, they were eager to go to the Xizi Temple to find out the truth about the death of Master Shenmu. They had no intention of staying in many Shaoxing, so they left Wenzheng and Qiaoer and went to Xizi Temple in Xiaoshan County alone.
During this trip to the south, although Wenzheng and Qiao'er siblings accompanied him on the journey, which eliminated a lot of boredom and anguish during the journey, as long as he remembered that Master Shenmu was killed in the south of the Yangtze River, Xinyuan's mood became heavy from time to time. Although he talked and laughed in front of Wenzheng and Qiaoer, pretending to be relaxed, no matter how seamlessly he concealed, the distress and tension in his heart remained unabated, on the contrary, it became more and more prosperous.
Xinyuan first went to the maple forest where the master Shenmu was buried, and found under the rock the tomb he had buried and piled up seven years ago. At that time, the maple leaf forest here was still small and the trees were not big. Xinyuan still remembered that he buried Master on the evening of March spring. When I came here again, the Maple Leaf Forest was no longer what it used to be, and the place where the master was buried was overgrown with weeds due to the passage of time. It is completely invisible that this was once a tomb. If Xinyuan hadn't remembered the general location of the forest and the big rock in the forest that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, he would never find where the master's tomb would be.
Xinyuan sat down at the place where he had sat seven years ago, opened a jug of 20 catties of aged daughter red wine brought from Shaoxing, and after paying homage to the master Shenmu, he drank a full sip and wanted to say something, but But I don't know where to start. Depressed in his heart, he raised the jar and drank it, then smashed the jar to the ground, saying: "Master, the disciple originally planned to come back to avenge your old man after learning martial arts, but since arriving in Jiangnan, the disciple suddenly discovered that the disciple hadn't I know who the enemy is." He smiled bitterly, and then said: "Back then, the disciple mistakenly thought that the murderer was a monk in Xizi Temple, but after thinking about it, it seems that this may not be the case. Yi Ran once told his disciple that day, he said Baimei The host was also poisoned and did not wake up. If this is the case, the murderer may not necessarily be the monk in the Xizi Temple." Xinyuan looked up at the sky, and saw the bright maple leaves covering the sky and the sun. He tried to think about what happened that day, recalling how he was awakened by Yi Ran in his sleep, how he entered the Zen room, and the expression and surroundings of Master Shenmu after being poisoned. Xinyuan only remembered that when he entered the Buddhist room, the monks of Xizi Temple flocked to the next room, and only him and Yi Ran were left in the abbot's room. Later Yi Ran also went out, so he was the only one in the meditation room. Thinking of this, Xinyuan felt sorrow and anger in his heart, and said bitterly: "At that time, their master was also injured and was not awakened by the poisoning. They just looked after their master, but left you master alone. On the icy ground, if it weren't for no one to take care of, your old man might not have died in such an unexplained manner."
Xinyuan talked to himself alone, his mind gradually became blurred after half a jar of wine, and he said what he thought in his heart. Later, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't know what he said. Something. As he spoke, his tears flowed down suddenly, and then he fell asleep deeply.
Xin Yuan slept until Zi Shi did not wake up. After waking up, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the palm of my right hand. When I looked at it, I saw a long wound on the palm. The wound was stained with blood and had already solidified, but at this time it dried up and broke, bleeding. It turned out that he drank the remaining half of the jar of wine in one breath last night, and that half of the jar was full of ten catties. Jiangnan's daughter red wine is different from Fenjiu in the north as easy to serve, but it has great stamina. People who drink alcohol are generally not drunk when they drink, but the longer the time passes, the more excited the feelings, the more violent the alcohol attack. At that time, Xinyuan drank half of the jar of wine in one breath. After that, he started to lose consciousness, and he fell into a deep sleep. When he fell, the palm of his right hand was pressed on the broken wine jar, and a cut more than half an inch deep in the palm of his hand was cut, and bones were visible.
Xinyuan stood up and saw the moonlight dim, and the shadows of the trees in the woods were mottled, swaying with the wind, quite strange. Regardless of the injury on his hand, after identifying the direction, he walked towards the Xizi Temple. After seven years, the old land came back, and all the feelings changed. He wanted to take advantage of the cover of night to find out, and visit Xizi Temple.
When he was carrying the body of Master Shenmu, he was still young and lacking energy. It took four or five hours before he came to this small maple forest. But now Maple Leaf Forest has grown up and has expanded for several miles in the radius, and he has also grown up, walking vigorously, and he has reached the vicinity of Xizi Temple in less than half an hour. He listened attentively, but felt that the night was quiet, and occasional wind and grass would cause Xia Chan to scream loudly.
The Xizi Temple is still located in a forest as it was seven years ago. The red walls and green tiles reflect the Jiangnan architectural style everywhere. It is also a temple, but compared with the majestic and majestic atmosphere of the Shaolin Temple, the Xizi Temple is full of the gentleness and grace of the south of the Yangtze River.
Xin Yuan touched in from the left side of Xizi Temple, passed through an arch, and came to the window of the abbot's meditation room. It was dark in the abbot's room, and his heart was far from knowing the situation inside, so he didn't dare to go in, so he turned to walk towards the main hall. The door of the Niangniang Temple is open. Two huge candles about one foot high are lit in front of the divine table of the statue of Xizi. In the middle is a copper cast silk incense burner with a diameter of about half a foot. The cigarettes in the furnace are curled upwards, in Xizi. The image slowly dispersed in front of it, filling the entire hall.
A little novice monk below the divine case slept according to the case, and his heart far away stepped lightly, came to the statue of Xizi, looked up at the famous millennium goddess, and saw her standing upright, holding her heart in her hands, and her brows slightly. Fucked, there seems to be endless sad thoughts to confide in the world. When Xin Yuan raised his head to look up at the statue of Xizi Empress, he suddenly remembered what Master Shenmu had said to him seven years ago. Although it has been a long time, it is still clearly visible at this time, as in front of my eyes.
He was lying on the side of the bed, and Master Shenmu was sitting next to him. When he asked why he came here, Master Shenmu stroked his bald head and asked him if he knew the Zen saying "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell", and then he told him about Niang Niang Xizi's life. Master Shenmu told him that the Xizi empress is Xi Shi, a Huansha girl who lives in Ramula Village. Because of her beautiful appearance, she was later selected by the King of Yue into the palace and sent to the country of Wu.
Xinyuan didn’t understand why Master would use a Zen phrase like “I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell” to describe Xi Shi. Later, when he was studying art at Shaolin Temple, he also consulted Abbot Huiming, but Abbot Huiming had a deep understanding of Zen. , But he has a lot of prejudice against Xizi, thinking that confidantes are a disaster, and the country will be destroyed. It was not until Xinyuan drank and ate meat for paying homage to the old Motou, and was kicked out of Shaolin Temple. When he was a book boy in the Luo family, he read poems and books every day, looked through various classics, and learned the origins of Wu Yue's conflict. At that time, the profound meaning of the words said by Master Shenmu, I also deeply felt the hardship and difficulty of Xizi in the wall of the Wu Kingdom. At that time, when Wu and Yue were fighting for hegemony, the two countries were as deep as the sea, and they did not share the same sky. Gou Jian, the king of Yue, wanted to destroy the state of Wu, so he adopted the nine techniques of destroying Wu, and gave Fan Li’s lover Xi Shi to the king of Wu. As a country grows stronger, hegemony can be achieved. I think that Xizi, as a weak woman, stood alone in the palace of the King of Wu with no support, but for the country’s folks and elders, she would rather go to danger and abandon her children’s love. With this mind and courage, her It's not an exaggeration to be listed as the top of the four beauties and have a reputation for thousands of years.