Chapter 155, Langfeng Town, Copying Books and Viewing the World

The speed of the ox cart was very slow, and Langfeng Mountain looked close, but it actually took a day or two to get to the foot of the mountain. en8.

Jian Chen didn't know why Huang Quan Demon Venerable didn't use Taoism, he could fly over in the blink of an eye, but he still had to drive this broken bullock cart. It seems that since arriving at this Beichuan University 6 a few days ago, Huang Quan Demon Venerable no longer uses Taoism, and even used the medicine to treat Sun Er. The current Demon Venerable's aura is hidden, just like the children of ordinary people, even weaker than ordinary people.

Jian Chen drove the car overnight, turning his head to look at the Demon Venerable from time to time. Sun Er had fallen asleep curled up in the car a long time ago, Mozun was still sitting on the edge of the car with his eyes closed, and he didn't practice. don't know what she was thinking.

Seemingly feeling the uneasy gaze of Jianchen, Yun Qing suddenly said: "Jianchen, when you reach Langfeng Mountain, you can return to the sect."

The swordsman swung his whip down and said nervously, "Yes, your venerable one is careful."

He didn't dare to pester Mozun to ask questions. He would do whatever he asked him to do. He felt that Mozun would definitely be able to deal with the great changes in Beichuan University.

Yun Qing smiled gently: "Thank you for your concern."

By dawn, the ox cart had approached the town at the foot of Langfeng Mountain.

This is a very small town with only fifty families in total. Because of the poor rock quality on the mountain, the mountain digging team has not come here. There is a special army responsible for the quarrying of the emperor's stone, and they will open up a smooth road to allow the stone and the equipment to open the mountain to pass. As soon as the roads opened, the towns naturally prospered, but the common people were still generally poor, only the rich got richer.

In fact, thousands of years ago, this place was still very prosperous. It is said that Emperor Wu invited He Qingqiu, a famous scholar from Moling, to come out of the mountain from Langfeng Mountain, and in one fell swoop, he established the country and sealed the territory and achieved great things for the ages.

Later, the emperors of Gaya changed from generation to generation, and the power became more and more concentrated. The idea of ​​"all under the heavens are kings and ministers" is almost deeply ingrained. The classic of Emperor Wu's visit to hermits, which was passed down in the past, has also been criticized by today's clans.

Emperor Wu was in the position of the Son of Heaven in Gaya, so He Qingqiu should have consciously come out to assist him, but it was really disrespectful for Emperor Wu to condescend to invite him. The Wangyi clan all believed that honoring He Qingqiu as a vassal of the frontier was really not good for Zheng Wangfeng, and it was easy to make the scholars in the world feel arrogant, so after his death, his title was withdrawn, and his bones were exposed to warn the scholars of the world.

In this way, Langfeng Mountain has become a place of poor mountains and bad waters where literati do not touch, and where business and travel cannot reach.

Yunqing felt that it was justifiable for a change to start in such a place. The road here is not smooth, Wang Wei is difficult to capture, and the folk customs are fierce, so it is easy to cause trouble. Moreover, this place is surrounded by mountains and water, with Langfeng Mountain as a natural barrier in the northwest, and the sea in the southeast, and there are all kinds of exotic materials from the distant south wind and islands.

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Sun Er woke up. He looked at some unfamiliar scenery around him, and then he remembered that he had left a large field yesterday and followed two people of unknown origin into the ox cart. en8.

It really felt like an eternity.

Seeing that he was awake, Yun Qing jumped off the ox cart and said to Jian Chen, "Go back."

"Yes." Jian Chen left the ox cart in place, and instantly disappeared into a black mist.

Sun Er rubbed his eyes vigorously and stayed there for a long time before he said, "What did I just see?"

Yun Qing untied the rope on the ox cart by himself, then patted the ox's back, and said softly, "You can go too."

The old cow flicked its tail with a "moo", and left the spot as soon as the hoof was lifted. Yun Qing had nothing in his body, so he walked empty-handed to a small town not far away.

"Engong, wait!" Sun Er hurriedly followed her and shouted, "Wait for me!"

"Let's go, don't follow me." Yun Qing's figure quickly disappeared in front of him, "Do what you think is right but never dare to do."

The next day, a wooden house was built in the corner of the town, and a girl about thirteen or four years old lived in it alone.

The management of household registration in various counties is quite strict, basically maintaining the rules of a small inspection every three years and a large inspection every five years. Moreover, the current Gaya Dynasty also strictly controls the flow of population in various counties and counties, and the population and officials will be mobilized at intervals to prevent local officials from dictating power. So the sudden appearance of this wooden house surprised the few dozen families in town.

No matter how strict the system is, there are loopholes, especially when the executors of the system are a group of wine-bags and rice-bags, these loopholes are more obvious.

A few days ago, a young and beautiful little widow committed suicide because she could not stand the bullying of the soldiers in the town. so that he can escape. This person is dead, how can I hide it? Only to find another black household to put her name on it.

Now there are so many black households, those pariahs who owe their rent and fled, those exiles who have offended the clan, and even fugitive criminals, they are all looking for someone who has no worries and just died to replace them. At ease, so happy. Yun Qing also took advantage of such an opportunity, and after paying some money, he became a new resident of Langfeng Town.

She has not used Taoism since she arrived at Beichuan University.

The words of Demon Venerable Qianyuan kept reverberating in her mind, and she couldn't stop for a long time - when all the Taos are gone, you will know what the Tao is for you.

Yun Qing's heart was a little touched, but she couldn't really say what touched her. So she thinks to try it out, to keep herself away from the Tao of everything, will things that belong to her naturally emerge? She asked for the Dao Suppression Talisman from Demon Venerable Qianyuan, and used this to temporarily seal her cultivation. Now, she can almost be said to be in the weakest period since her cultivation. It is very dangerous to be discovered by hostile people at such a time, so she took the swordsman with her when she left the demon realm, and covered it up with his cause and effect.

She has been in the territory of the Gaya Dynasty for several days, and besides living a more cumbersome life than before, she has nothing else to gain.

"Little baby, what are you looking at?" An old voice came in from the window, Yun Qing's mind was swept away, it was the old man who lived next door.

This old man's name was Zhuang Rusheng. He had been admitted to fame in the past, but his temperament was too upright, and he couldn't get into the officialdom, and was finally demoted to such a place. He stayed in Langfeng Mountain for several decades, and he had no children or daughters. He originally took care of the little widow as a daughter, but he didn't want her to suffer this disaster. He had already seen the dirty things among the officials. Others didn't know why Yun Qing suddenly appeared, but he quickly thought of the little widow who died not long ago. Presumably this doll lived here in her name.

Yun Qing nodded at him, smiled quietly and said, "I'm copying the scriptures."

Zhuang Rusheng looked at her words for a while, but his originally kind face suddenly turned solemn.

These characters are all ancient, with complicated strokes and ingenious structure. The brush fell on the paper, like a knife carved on stone, every stroke between the lines was sharp and piercing, and it seemed that a single one would hurt the eyes. However, when these words are combined into one piece, they are pouring out like a waterfall.

Zhuang Rusheng carefully looked at what she wrote and found that it was a Buddhist scripture that he had never seen before. To copy the Buddhist scripture of great compassion and great compassion into this picture, it really is...

"That's a good word, but unfortunately it doesn't look like it is now." Zhuang Rusheng read it reluctantly for a while, and then said to Yun Qing.

The meaning of conquest in the words is too strong, and it should not be written in today's prosperous world.

Yun Qing smiled silently, then turned over a page and wrote the scriptures in his hand little by little, but the handwriting remained unchanged.

Zhuang Rusheng was amazed and suddenly remembered something, so he said to her: "Little baby, I wrote a few volumes when I was young, I originally wanted to hide the famous mountains, but now I see your word, but I think it fits my heart, I don't know. Can you help the old man to transcribe a few volumes for me?"

There is a saying among scholars who "offer books to express their will". They write books that they have chosen throughout their lives, and then dedicate them to the emperor of Gaya or the royal clan below the emperor for the appreciation of the nobles. When this old man was young, he must have been disdainful of posting it to the powerful, so he hid the book he wrote, and now somehow he has the idea of ​​taking it out.

"Of course." Yun Qing responded with a single sigh. She doesn't have to practice these days, and she is really bored.

Zhuang Rusheng sighed: "I am also at this age, little baby, if I die before you finish copying these books, you should show the book to the children in the town, don't give it to the person above. "

Yun Qing nodded with a smile, her expression was as calm as deep water, and she was as compassionate and indifferent as the great powers written in the Buddhist scriptures.

"If your legs and feet are inconvenient, I'd better come and pick it up from you." Yun Qing put down his pen and stood up, then pushed the door out, and followed Zhuang Rusheng to carry the books several times.

These are all made by him when he was young, some are bamboo slips, some are rice paper, and a few are embroidered on silk. Yun Qing walked back and forth several times before moving these books into his wooden house. When parting, Zhuang Rusheng looked at them for a long time as if he was looking at his son, with tears in his cloudy eyes.

Yunqing has long been fasted and does not need to sleep. She does not even need to light the lamp when reading books at night, so she began to look at these books that have been dusty for many years that night.

This is the first time she understands what the literati of the Gaya Dynasty are thinking. Zhuang Rusheng looks good, but it is a pity that when he was young, he wrote too much of his own feelings and too few things he dared to do. Even if he was dissatisfied with the darkness of the officialdom, he only complained a few words about himself.

If I had to say it, Song Liyou was also a literati of the Gaya Dynasty, but there were many things he could do and dare to do in that era. He is the poet of Gaya Cai, the incarnation of the emperor Gaya among the people, and the people's hearts can be fed back to the emperor Gaya through him. Today's literati only dare to say what the Son of Heaven is willing to listen to. They must always be careful about their own lives, so how dare they speak freely?

The current Gaya Dynasty might have even banned the system of collecting poems. The Gaya Emperor firmly controls the thoughts and thoughts of the people in this vast land, and is no less than the sages of humanity. In just a few thousand years, this huge and unprecedented dynasty has come to this step. Yun Qing felt that he really underestimated the control of human beings over his fellow citizens.

"Mr. Xu Wu, I only now understand how far-reaching your vision was back then..."

Yun Qing closed the scroll under the moonlight, the scroll behind her glowed faintly, and Xu Wutong's figure gradually emerged.

His uncertain figure stood beside Yun Qing, returning to his homeland after many years, and he didn't want to be like this.

His commoner was slumped, his expression gloomy, and he asked in a low voice, "Is there any way to save it?"

Is there any way to save this dynasty that is declining in its greatness, save this line of Taoism that he has been fighting for all his life...

It was the first time that Yun Qing heard a hint of grief in his words, and he didn't know how to reply for a while. Xu Wutong persisted for too long, from the old dynasty to the Gaya dynasty, from the early establishment of the Gaya dynasty to the end of the Gaya dynasty, he went through his own life, died for this belief and lived for this belief. When he saw what he was holding on to was completely broken down, he could imagine the pain.

Yun Qing looked up at the moon and shook his head indifferently: "Sir, you know that destiny has come to an end, and the time is up."

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