The first year of Xiangfu. early winter.
Approaching Liangzhou City, a delicate young girl in thin clothes and a young monk in shabby cassock walked together.
"Stupid Nanbei, it's almost time to arrive in Liangzhou, why am I getting more and more nervous? It's almost the first time I can peek at the love letter written by the vixen under the mountain to my father, so nervous!"
"It's timid to be close to the hometown. Anyway, Xu Fengnian's home is half of your home."
"A monk intercedes, aren't you afraid that Master Buddha, who lives in Xitian, will drown you if he sneezes?"
"Master and his wife, I didn't see that Master was afraid of wind, rain, and thunder."
"Stupid Nanbei, you said that we don't have half a coin to buy beautiful rouge and gouache this trip. Does he think that my girl has changed at eighteen, and the longer she grows, the uglier she looks?"
"How can it be!"
"This is what you promised. If it's not like this by then, I'll beat you without discussing it."
"Amitabha..."
"Stupid Nanbei, let me test you with a question, you Buddhists..."
"Stop it, Li Zi, your home is my home. What do you mean by 'your Buddhist family'? I was picked up by my master and brought up the mountain, and my wife shaved my hair. My wife said that I was crying so hard at that time, you see See, when I was so old, I already knew I didn't like being a monk."
"Okay, okay, you can directly answer me why all Buddhists say that the heart is prajna without abiding, so those bodhisattvas make great wishes, is it a kind of obsession? If so, how can they still hope to become a Buddha?"
"This...Li Zi, why don't I answer you after I burn the relics after I become a Buddha?"
"You used to teach the Dharma to those big and small bald heads? No wonder the old abbot always likes to default on copper coins. Mom asked me to remind him. The old abbot always suffers like a bad stomach every time. It must be that the old abbot dislikes your teachings and lectures. .”
"..."
"Huh? Stupid Nanbei, why are you crying? You are promising, okay? The old abbot has become a Buddha, not dead!"
"Cry when you cry, laugh when you laugh, eat when you eat, sleep when you sleep, and recite when you recite. When the wooden fish sounds, I am a Buddha. This is what Master taught me."
"Come on, how stupid are you? You don't even understand Buddhism thoroughly. If you become a Buddha, who would want to believe in Buddha in the future!"
"Hey… "
"By the way, Stupid Nanbei, when it comes to wooden fish, why haven't you seen my father let you knock it?"
"We don't have one either."
"That's right, but our stingy neighbor, Huineng's big bald head has hidden a valuable wooden fish. My mother said it was carved from a phoenix tree from the West Shu. If you knock it hard, you can hear it dozens of miles away. You Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's fake. Once my wife wanted to go down the mountain to buy a set of clothes that I liked for a long time. It happened that my master didn't have any money left, so I ran out to hide from my wife. I met Abbot Huineng secretly for a drink. Abbot Huineng drank as much as he wanted. I was so happy, I sat on the ground holding the wooden fish and took pictures for most of the night. I stood outside the door and watched the wind for them, but I didn’t think the sound of the wooden fish was so loud. Miles, when my wife saw me doing laundry, she slipped her tongue, and she said that in the future, she must take this wooden fish home and give it to you as a dowry, it’s magnificent!"
"My mother... no wonder my mother asked how old Huineng's bald head was whenever she saw Huineng's bald head in the past few years. Alas, fortunately, my mother only wandered around the small town at the foot of the mountain and never walked in the rivers and lakes, otherwise, who would be so young? Xiagao is willing to talk to her."
"Anyway, there is a master who is holding on to my mistress, and my mistress is not willing to join the rivers and lakes. Besides, my mistress always says that the women at the foot of the mountain are either tigresses who eat people but don't spit out their bones, or vixens with skins but no brains, especially that one. In Tai'an City, the streets are full of women who are not ashamed, shameless and undeserved, and it has always been the forbidden place of Master. Mistress, how can I rest assured of Master, otherwise Mistress would not follow Master this time when he went to the capital, right? "
"Wu Nanbei! Believe it or not, I told my mother to go!?"
"Amitabha... Master, it's no wonder that every time you are reprimanded by your wife, you don't fight back. You make many mistakes, which only increases your verbal karma and troubles. I understand a little bit."
"Stupid Nanbei, what did you mutter about?"
On the road, the girl puffed her cheeks and clenched her fists as she walked, like knocking on a wooden fish.
"Boom dong dong ~ I am a Buddha when the wooden fish sounds, babble babble ~ dong dong dong ~"
The young monk quietly turned his head and smiled secretly.
On this day, the sun is warm.
…
As the center of the Northern Mang and Southern Dynasties, Xijing City, whose original name is Jiasin-law City, used to be just a well-regulated city. With the influx of the northward torrent of scholars, it gradually had a deep and secluded Jiangnan courtyard, and there was Dun Benjing. The black tiles and white walls with strong ancestral style, the private library of the farming and studying family, the unfamiliar sound of reading aloud, the suave high crown belt, the beautiful long skirt dragged on the ground by the beauties, and the local Dazzling food of all colors. The city of Jia son-in-law was full day by day, until it became the accompanying capital of Beimang in one fell swoop. With the continuous expansion, there was a court hall with local Longguan nobles and foreign new gentry each accounting for half of the country. There was a system of three provinces and six ministries. .
This city, with the passage of more than twenty years, seems to have grown from a skinny little girl to a plump and beautiful woman.
Then, on this imperial road, which was a little deserted than before, there was a group of people walking slowly. The leader was an old woman. The age of the old woman was naturally not comparable to that of New Xijing.
The old woman wearing an old fox fur was accompanied by an elderly Confucian scholar, and a little behind, followed by a middle-aged swordsman with a sword and a burly man in his fifties, walking side by side.
The old woman suddenly laughed softly: "I heard that our military god met the family of three in Huishan, but they couldn't fight."
The old man in green shirt hummed.
The old woman said with emotion: "Is the flower blooming inside the wall and fragrant outside the wall? Why do the two people I admire so much both go to Liyang? One dares to single-handedly fight to the foot of the city wall of the imperial capital to meet me, and the other, one person is a city." Zongmen. If I remember correctly, this one-person Zongmen should be ranked higher than Gongzhufen and your Chess, Sword and Yuefu? If they are willing to stay in Beimang... Forget it, let’s not talk about it.”
At its peak, Chess and Sword Yuefu had four masters. Although Huang Baozhu, who was ranked among the martial arts judges, or Luoyang, the demon leader, had rebelled against Beimang, Hong Jingyan was already the master of Rouran's iron cavalry, and Jian Qijin and the ancestor of Tongren were also the masters of Beimang. Mang is one of the few top masters.
Who in the world would dare to underestimate Chess Sword Yuefu
The old man with the appearance of a poor old Confucianist smiled, "If it weren't for this, wouldn't the rivers and lakes lose a lot of fun?"
The old woman turned her head to look at the middle-aged man with the sword, "Huang Qing, do you have a chance of winning against that man?"
It's not about the odds of winning, but "there is a chance of winning"!
The person being asked nodded.
Although this answer is not surprising, at least it will not disappoint the old woman.
Huang Qing, whose real name is Sun Shaopu. The name of the Qijian Yuefu Ci brand is "Jian Qi Jin", and it is also Hong Jingyan's master. Angrily at the Liyang Dynasty's wanton mockery of the failure of the Northern Mang Sword Forest, some people even threatened that there was no one in the entire Northern Mang Rivers and Lakes who could talk about swordsmanship.
He therefore changed his name to Huang Qing.
The identity of the old woman who can make Jian Qi close to serve as a retinue is obvious.
It has been too long for this aging female eagle to fly in the higher sky of all the eagles on the prairie.
A group of four walked all the way into the palace city of Xijing, and then under the careful guidance of the eunuch with the seal of the chief of ceremonies, only Empress Murong and the Taiping Ling walked into a secluded attic.
Inside the building, there is a gray-black engraved chilong cylinder of unknown material. The cylinder is only half the height of a person, but it is extremely huge, occupying most of the entire attic hall.
Empress Murong put her hands on the edge of the cool round jar, squinted her eyes and looked down at the clear water in the jar.
This big vat is named "Sting Mian". Only after she usurped the throne and proclaimed herself emperor and sat on the dragon chair, did someone quietly enter the palace and report to her that there was a dragon dormant and sleeping at the bottom of the vat.
At a glance, you can't tell if there is a dragon, but the picture in your sight is already treacherous enough.
There was no wind or waves, and the water surface was obviously still, but it was uneven everywhere.
If you look carefully, you can vaguely see that there are many small carps of different colors hovering in the water without swimming.
Empress Murong raised her head and looked around. Except for the Taiping Order around her, there were only nine people in the room. Among them were Nanming Daoist, whose status in the Daodezong was second only to Yuan Qingshan, the national teacher, and Beimang, who had the most secret identity but was the most adept at wind. The number one Qi trainer of Zhan Chi, as well as Yelu Guangzhu, a master of astronomy whose ancestors have deduced the divinity for the Beimang royal family for generations. These nine real hermits who have lived here for decades, even Huang Songpu, the last king of the Southern Academy in the Southern Dynasty, have not met all of them. As for other dignitaries in the Southern Dynasty, there is no need to hope. It is strange that there is such an inexplicable big vat in the attic, where so many strange people gather.
Empress Murong asked softly, "Where is Zhao Dun, the Emperor of Liyang who said he was ill and would not be meeting for the time being?"
The white-haired real Nanming Daoist with a childlike face carried a slender purple bamboo pole, walked up to Empress Murong, stretched out the long pole, and drew lightly at a place two feet above the water. a small circle. The hundred-year-old Daodezong old god even had a voice like a child's, and said crisply: "Inferred from the location, Zhao Dun has indeed been secretly patrolling the borders and Liao Dynasty as the spider's web spy said."
Empress Murong lightly tapped the rim of the vat with her fingers, and said with a sneer, "It's just that I know the age of Destiny, and it's really pitiful that I will die in front of an old woman like me."
There was silence all around, and no one dared to answer.
She asked again: "Apart from the sudden birth of dragon claws on the little thing symbolizing Chen Zhibao, is there anything worth mentioning?"
Master Nanming used a purple bamboo pole to light a spot a few minutes southerly than before, "The tail of Zhang Julu has fallen four feet in the tank and is about to sink to the bottom."
The old woman laughed loudly, "What a Liyang dynasty committed suicide."
At this moment, the position pointed by the bamboo pole in the old master's hand should be Tai'an City without accident.
The new head of the Daodezong after the ascension of Qilin Daoist was expressionless, moved the bamboo pole, and nodded in the northwest, "Xu Fengnian is still staying in the Huaiyang Pass area."
Suddenly, a small black carp, less than two inches long, jumped out of the water, and instead of falling back to its original position, it shifted slightly to the west.
Empress Murong frowned and said, "This is it?"
Master Nanming still said in that childish voice: "It's Xu Longxiang. Some warriors who have never entered the realm of celestial phenomena but have luck, unless their energy is leaked too much, even if they occupy a place in the vat, their The direction will also be blurred. This is especially true for those Qi practitioners who are good at restraining Qi. But once the secret is revealed, it will be hard to escape the law. As for those who are close to the land gods, their natal fish will even disturb the fish in the tank. water."
"for example?"
"Wudang's head teacher Li Yufu, this person previously caused a shock in the sky, causing the water in the tank to overflow."
"Is there any more?"
"Yes. Huang Longshi, Tantai Tranquility, and Xie Feiyu. The three people whose clues were the most vague at first, have signs one after another."
"Then Cao Changqing?"
"Since he has become a Confucian sage, he has naturally jumped out of the tank."
Question and answer up to this point, Empress Murong thought for a moment, and said to herself: "Could it be that the main force of Liu Gui's army has already met the Dragon Elephant Army?"
Master Nanming hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "No. It should be that Xu Longxiang went to the west of Qingcang City and met that Qiang cavalry."
The old woman's expression was gloomy and uncertain, but she soon relaxed, "Anyway, you have two sons."
Taipingling guessed what Empress Murong was thinking, and said calmly: "Since the flaws have been revealed, then Huang Qing and the Tongren can be sent to assassinate Xu Longxiang. Such an opportunity will hardly come back in the future."
The old lady pressed her thumb slightly on the rim of the vat and asked, "Can you keep up?"
The old Confucian scholar who was the teacher of Emperor Bei Mang said with a smile: "Try to let them go there, and then it depends on the luck of both parties."
The old woman smiled and said, "Then try it."
The Taiping Ling turned around and walked out of the room without hesitation, and went to talk to Jian Qi and Huang Qing face-to-face.
The old woman asked herself and answered: "If it succeeds, will there still be a battle in Liuzhou where the two sides have been fighting each other for so many rounds?"
"Nope!"