This page looks best with JavaScript enabled
Chapter 67 The Third Lamp (2) …
Chapter 67 The Third Lamp (2) …
Demon Lord Bai Li disappeared for the third month, and he searched everywhere, but there was still no news.
Song A looked at Zou Yanlai with a frown, and ordered three consecutive orders. When he ordered people to continue the search, he couldn't help but interrupted and said, "What matters on the battlefield is the sword and the gun, whoever has the toughest fist will win. My old Song was here for a day, and I told that scumbag Gu to not pass Xu Nan. You are so unreasonable. You don’t prepare for defense when you have nothing to do, and make some kind of pope who only pretends to play some nonsense there. I have to work hard to find that monster!"
Song A is a general who is very good at fighting, but unfortunately he is a rough man. Although he can read and hyphenate words, he may encounter some elegant scenes, and he can also handle a few parallel sentences, but he can recite poetry does not mean that it is true. He is a man of elegance. Although he can memorize it, he is still very incapable of speaking. Every time he speaks, he will offend several people, such as Zou Yanlai - he has already been offended and numb.
This Song general has always looked down on the Pope, and it is said that this matter has a long history. The power in the DPRK is basically divided into two parts, one is the civil servants and military generals who were born in the Pope, and the other is the people who have ascended to the Heavenly Hall. Generally speaking, those who can send their children to the Pope for training are either rich or noble It is not enough to have a prominent background, but it is necessary to have a great chance and understanding.
The children of the poor have few such opportunities, so the officials from the Pope are proud of themselves and control most of the power in the court. Ask Ann.
This kind of injustice, but no one can take it with ease.
Once upon a time, the dragon gate is no longer a place for carp to jump, so how many people will start... Will they plan to set up a new dragon gate?
Do not suffer from widowhood, but suffer from unevenness.
It just so happens that General Song is such a Tian Shelang who has ascended to the Tianzitang. He was born in the top three in the first division of the martial arts. However, he has been ups and downs in the court for decades, and he has worked hard to death. In the end, he is not as young as Zhang Zhixian. The younger generation, of course, is not used to the Pope for a long time.
But the Pope's power is enormous after all, even if some people are not used to it, except for this eclectic General Song, not many people will speak out directly.
What's more, the speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional. This listener is still a master disciple of the esoteric sect like Master Zou.
Zou Yanlai frowned, obviously because the boss was displeased. However, at a very momentary time, it was hard to get a commander, so it wasn't too difficult for him, so he could only hold his nose and hold back, thinking in his heart, if it wasn't for the court No one, must find a way to send this reckless man far away, so as not to be an eyesore in front of him.
Song A didn't know if it was deliberately annoying or just by nature. Seeing that Zou Yanlai ignored him, he still refused to give up, as if he had to discuss the Pope's past with his colleague, and he didn't even look at the colleague's ass. who sat on a bench. Then he continued: "I heard that when the late emperor was buried in the sky, he pointed at the monster and laughed three times and left in a dreadful way. Who knows what happened? If you want me to see it, it is the most powerful beetle in these countries. It is a disaster for the country and the people, without them, I am afraid there will be no such messy incidents, maybe I am still a peaceful country in Puqing, the weather is good everywhere, and the people live and work in peace and contentment."
This is really too much to say, it is simply unbearable or unbearable.
Zou Yan came from the land of Dongyue and fought with Gu Huaiyang's Red Turban Army all the way to retreat to Xu Nan, day and night, thinking hard and waiting for the day. Although he is in a high position, after all, he has a prominent background and has always been able to do it with ease. When has he suffered such hardships?
The battlefield is ruthless, people die every day, and every inch of the ground is stained with the blood of opponents and their own people.
The three popes lost more than half of the loss. Others don’t know it, so they say Tantric Buddhism. Anyone over the age of twelve who can carry a long spear and draw a long bow will go to the battlefield. The body wrapped in horse leather is still incomplete and hastily. The handful of soil that was sprinkled on has not yet grown up, even if Zou Yanlai has cultivated well, after hearing this, he had no choice but to be angry for the teacher's door.
He slammed the table, stood up, and glared at General Song A, his chest heaving violently several times before he squeezed a sentence out of the gap between his teeth: "Internal and external troubles, and national disasters, please...General Song be careful."
Song A looked at him for a moment, then sneered: "I just tried a little word, and Master Zou speculated like this. This is right and wrong, and the last general finally understands."
Zou Yanlai frowned and asked, "What does General Song mean by this?"
Song Ah yīn stared at him for a moment, but didn't answer, he nodded, turned around and opened the curtain of the tent and walked out, as if he had already grasped something.
"Insects and ants are rampant, and there is no peace in the country. I don't know who is the sect today, and who is the name."
The handwriting on the back of the paper, which was displayed under the dim light, was swallowed by Song A after seeing it, and every word seemed to be packed in his stomach.
This note comes from his teacher, Sun Mingchong, the former minister of military affairs, who has now lived in seclusion in the countryside. For more than ten years, a group of cultivators of no-name wild roads have sprung up, and there are even unparalleled magic formations. They first solved the secret contract and then split up. Several times to specifically encircle and assassinate members of the Pope, coupled with the protracted war, the current Pope and the heyday are completely incomparable.
It can be said that talent is dying, and it is a good time.
Just three days ago, Song A received this note. He knew that the people from the teachers in the court had already started to act. The new emperor was not as cowardly as the previous emperor. It's just that the Pope's power is too great, and it's not justifiable.
Now that Zou Yan came to resist the enemy, it was a good opportunity to retreat to Xu Nan.
I don't know who is today's Sheji, surname or name——
Song Ajiang chewed on these words silently for a long time, looked up at the strangely bright starry sky, and looked all the way to the place that was blocked from sight by the mountain peaks.
This is the most chaotic era, an era in which people shed blood and tears, and it is also an era in which people can show their ambitions and live up to what they have learned in life.
Wenzhi martial arts for decades, but for the sake of this country and the world, even if the ruthless history after a hundred years is only a stroke, it can be considered... it is not a waste of life.
The half-white-haired general's eyes were firm, he strode around and walked back to his tent, staying up all night again.
At the same time, Gu Huaiyang, who led the troops straight to Xunan's camp, received a note from Shi Wuyuan with only one word on it - defeat.
On the 20th day, Song A, the general of the Xunan camp, and Gu Huaiyang, the leader of the rebel army, fought in Juzhou. For a whole day and a night, Gu Huaiyang fled the flag and retreated to Xiangyang. Recovered "Luzhou", "Ganzhou", "Yinglu", "Yangcheng" and other places one after another.
He became famous in the first battle and sent Gu Huaiyang back to the western border of Dongyue.
A joint letter was submitted to the emperor on the same day when the victory came, publicly impeaching the Pope's children's corpse, using Zou Yan's defeat at Dongyue as a stunt.
Since ancient times, the Pope and the royal family are like two plants that are interdependent. However, the law of formation has long since declined among the Pope, and it has become a branch of the sidewalk, but it has been planted in Shi Wuyuan's hands, and has been beaten by him, and has been defeated for several years.
Xu Nan was victorious, but the emperor finally saw hope.
With the emperor's acquiescence, in April of this year, a massive anti-religion campaign began with a victory in a battle and an enthusiastic letter.
Thousands of years of dark and turbulent contradictions were finally planned and spiraled out of control.
As for the daring Shi Wuyuan, this big rebel with the reputation second only to Gu Huaiyang in the rebel army, at this moment, he disguises himself as a bachelor, wanders in the imperial capital of Pingyang, and travels incognito in his own hands, and has finally begun to play a role. The mysterious organization "herringbone shop", at the foot of the emperor in the capital, linked more and more anti-religious "righteous men" together and became a special force.
As small as the early shop, as large as the Qianzhuang jì hall, as long as there is money in circulation, there are shadows of herringbone shops.
Shi Wuyuan sat in the tavern, wrote "Third Lamp" on a small piece of paper, then stuffed it into a slender bamboo tube and shouted, "Little Er, settle the bill."
The shop assistant came over quickly, covered his body, put away the broken silver and the bamboo tube, and shouted: "Keguan, walk slowly, delicious food will come again!"
Then they passed by as if they had never met.
Shi walked around the market for no reason, and then returned to his temporary residence - the backyard of a casino. He took out the paper ball that had just been stuffed in his sleeve, and there was a line of ink on it that was slightly smudged. The handwriting: The ghosts of the East China Sea suddenly disappeared, and there was no trace of the devil.
Shi Wuyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the note for a long time, then a small flame rose in his palm and burned it away. .
Only when entered the door, the blue veins on the back of the hand that grabbed on the door frame were exposed——
Where has he gone?
Is he... still alive?
Thousands of miles away, when the whole country was already blooming, the Cangshan Mountains were still covered with snow on the Da Bodhi Mountain, but at this time an uninvited guest came.
The person who came dressed in white looked like he had walked a long way. The white clothes were no longer so white, and he looked a little dusty. He just stood outside the fire formation set up by Shi Wuyuan, his expression was confused, and he seemed a little lost.
No one can see the fire circle, unless someone wants to break into the Great Bodhi Mountain, or the Mahayana Pope defaults, but this man can.
The wind of anti-religion intensified, and the Mahayana Pope couldn't shrink back in the Bodhi Mountain. He closed his door to thank guests. After all, it is a thousand-year-old ancient religion.
However, at this moment, a young disciple descended from the snow-capped mountain, gave the man in white a salute from a distance, and said loudly, "The sect master has an order, the distinguished guests are here, and the younger generation will go out to greet them."
The man in white froze for a moment and asked, "Me?"
The young disciple nodded and said, "Please come with the junior, the sect master is waiting for the guests at the welcoming pavilion."
The man in white paused and followed silently.
The guest pavilion of Pope Mahayana is halfway up the mountain, which is the dividing line between the snow top and the plants. There is a strange flower blooming there. There are no leaves or flowers, and it is directly drilled out of the soil. , called yīn yang flower, it is said to be the divine flower that separates the two worlds of yīn yang.
An old man seemed a little sluggish, and was patiently watering the yīn sunflower.
After the young disciple who led the way bowed, he backed away on his own. The man in white stretched out his hand and touched the yīn yanghua. There is life.
The old man said without looking back, "Here? Sit down."
The man in white frowned and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
The old man put down the kettle, looked back at him, and said with a smile, "The name of the devil is like thunder."
The man in white was Bai Li, who had been missing for an unknown time. He hesitated for a while, and sat down on the stone bench hidden by the sunflowers. The old man didn't talk to him, but just slowly watered the flowers. The whole pavilion's flowers were watered one by one, and the branches and leaves were fixed one by one, from noon until the sun turned westward.
Bai Li is rare but not in a hurry. He just sat quietly on the side, watching him play with it, without saying a word - if someone in the know sees it, he will be greatly surprised. peaceful time.
It wasn't until the sun went down that the old man rolled up his sleeves that were soiled by the mud, sat opposite Bai Li, poured a cup of herbal tea with his muddy hands, placed it in front of Bai Li, and said, "Please, the devil."
Bai Li really picked it up and drank it.
The old man watched him drink it slowly, and then said: "This tea was collected by Yinyang Flower Dew, it must be mixed with snow water, and a cup of it is cold to the bone, but it can refresh the mind and refresh the body. Good for fitness.”
Bai Li actually said, "Thank you."
The old man looked at him and nodded, and asked, "Why did the devil come to this point?"
This question made Bai Li stunned for a moment. He frowned and looked up at the dark petals that kept piling up around him. After a long time, he hesitated and said, "I... don't know."
The old man didn't rush, just sat silently across from him, sipping the herbal tea condensed with yīn sunflower dew.
After an unknown amount of time, Bai Licai whispered as if to himself: "I don't know, I don't understand, and I don't know what to do. They say you are the big sect master, a shameless old fox, and others say, You are the wisest person in the world, you know that?"
The great sect master, Master Zhiye laughed, picked up a huge leaf that fell from a distant mountain, rolled it into a roll, put it next to Bai Li's ear, and said, "This is the leaf of the immortal Bodhi tree, listen carefully."
Bai Li listened for a moment, then frowned, "I can't hear anything."
Master Zhiye said: "There is nothing, Xianyin and so on, it's all a lie."
Bai Li looked at him puzzled.
Master Zhiye said: "Some people say that he heard it, but in fact it was just what he thought in his own heart. After thinking about it, he went crazy and thought he heard it - people always believe what they want to believe."
He stretched out his finger and tapped Bai Li's chest, and said, "The heart is a demonic barrier, which traps you from going out, and traps him from going out."
Bai Li covered his chest.
Master Zhiye continued: "However, since the Demon Lord has recovered his lost blood and soul, he has gone through hundreds of calamities, and he has survived nine deaths. Didn't he let it go? Didn't he go out?"
Bai Li said: "But I didn't... I still don't know what to do."
Master Zhiye laughed, stood up, turned around and walked up the mountain, but said in his mouth: "What's so difficult, push the mountain away, split the deep water, kick down the broken wall, and then make up a straw man to coax him. , made him smile through tears, can't you get it?"
Bai Li was stunned.
Until Master Zhiye left for a long time, he still stood blankly on the top of the mountain surrounded by twilight, and after an unknown amount of time, he slowly showed a long-lost smile and walked down the mountain without looking back.
The sixty-eighth palm, the fourth lamp (1)…
"Go ahead."
Shi Wuyuan pushed the small plate in his hand forward, and Xia Duanfang, who was sitting opposite him, seemed to have returned from the famine. The small biscuits in the plate were not big, and he swallowed them down one by one, as if he didn't even have time to chew them.
After eating a full seven or eight, he raised his head in pain and said to Shi Wuyuan, "Tea..."
Shi Wuyuan looked at his devoured food and the dross of a beard. He had had a bad appetite these days, but now he felt a little nauseated. A pot of cold water, poured a glass for him, watched Xia Duanfang take a sip of the cow, and asked, "Are you full?"
Xia Duanfang's expression became more painful, and he said, "Why does this biscuits have meat filling? How many copper plates are there?"
Shi Wuyuan said, "I'll pay."
Xia Duanfang immediately calmed down: "Oh, then give me another plate."
Shi Wuyuan: "..."
It wasn't until the second plate of dim sum was served that Xia Duanfang said while eating, "We haven't traced the whereabouts of the Demon Lord, but we can see that the court has not traced it either, otherwise the emperor will pursue the Pope like this this time. He has always had a close relationship with the Demon Lord, how can he not be implicated?" 'Shi Wuyuan frowned: "Who told you to say this?"
Xia Duanfang said, "Oh, don't talk about this? Why don't you let the brothers from the Seventeenth Sect follow the signs of the ghost?"
Shi Wuyuan looked at him for a while, and was silent for a while, then raised his voice slightly and said, "Someone! Where is the accountant? Tell the accountant that the meal is counted on this person..."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Duan rushed over like an enemy, and covered Shi Wuyuan's mouth: "Master Liu, you don't care about villains, bah! Look at my mouth, you'll talk nonsense if you don't have anything."
Shi Wuyuan looked at him.
Xia Duanfang had no choice but to say solemnly: "Zou Yan's whereabouts are already clear, the threshing road has been arranged, everything is ready, only due to Dongfeng, Sixth Master can rest assured."
Shi Wuyuan then nodded, turned the teacup and played for a while, then asked, "What's going on with the Pope these days?"
"The emperor ordered to list several counts of Pope Yan Zhen. I think Liu Ye already knows it." Xia Duanfang said.
Shi Wuduo nodded: "Relegated to a commoner and never hired."
Xia Duanfang sighed: "Yes, if I want to say, this emperor is also a decisive figure, but unfortunately the decision is out of time."
Shi Wuyuan smiled half-truth and said, "It is human nature to allow others to sleep on the side of the couch. I heard the news from my eldest brother that the vanguard of Tantric Buddhism is still on the battlefield, and the old emperor is also very interesting. It is clear that he is using people as donkeys, and he has to have people pull carts for him with whips."
He remembered something and asked again, "Where is Xuanzong? How is Xuanzong?"
Xia Duanfang hesitated for a moment, and said, "The Master Bitan is thanking guests behind closed doors, and all things under the door are handled by the disciples. When they opened the operation, they had to hang, and ordered him to reflect."
Shi Wuyuan frowned—the emperor naturally didn't dare to touch Jiulu Mountain. After all, the seven mountain lanterns were still lit from other people's altars, but this saint was quite maverick at the moment, and planned to reorganize the dynastic order and deprive the teachings. Zong has been in power for thousands of years, and he still has to take care of it a little bit, so he said, "Did you deliver the letter I asked you to send?"
Xia Duanfang's face suddenly became very abnormal.
Shi Wuyuan immediately saw it and asked, "What? What did Uncle Kuruo say?"
Xia Duanfang hesitated for a while, then said: "I sent someone to meet Master Kuruo secretly, she... She said, 'If I had expected Shi Wuyuan, this little thief would one day deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, he should not have done it in the first place. If you protect him, you should strangle him to death on Jiulu Mountain, lest I close my eyes now, and I will not have the face to teach my ancestors.'"
There was no violent reaction on Shi Wuyuan's face, but as he expected, after a while, he said in a flat tone: "Oh."
"And..." Xia Duanfang lowered his head.
Shi Wuyuan looked over with some doubts and said indifferently: "She said something unpleasant, just tell me, it doesn't matter."
Xia Duanfang was silent for a while, then whispered: "Master Kuruo said nothing more. She tore up your letter and drove out the people I sent. That night, then..."
Shi Wuyuan's expression changed and he asked, "What?"
"Xuanliang committed suicide...." Xia Duanfang quickly glanced at Shi Wuyuan's expression and said, "It's a very difficult time now, and Xuanzong doesn't want to cause more troubles. 'It's nothing, I'm afraid they blocked the news and kept the mourning secret..."
There was a "bang" in Shi Wuyuan's mind. Seeing Xia Duanfang's lips opening and closing, he couldn't hear what he said. The teacup in his hand shattered into two halves. "You said...what did you say?"
Xia Duanfang pursed his lips and said softly, "Sixth Master... let's mourn."
"But didn't she say... didn't she say that I have no face to teach my ancestors?" These words blurted out for some reason, Shi Wuyuan seemed to have no idea what he was talking about, and his eyes were empty. Bewildered, he shook his head very slowly, "Didn't she say... why did she die?"
"Master Six..."
Shi Wuyuan suddenly stood up, his cuffs swept across the tea set on the table, and there was a loud ping-pong sound. Xia Duanfang hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "Where are you going?"
Shi Wuyuan forcibly broke his hand away without saying a word, turned around and walked out.
Xia Duanfang was frightened by his pale and undulating face, and shouted from behind, "Master Liu! Six..."
Shi Wuyuan's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and after saying "don't follow me", he disappeared.
As if he didn't know where to turn, he stood in a daze, got on his horse, and followed the beast to the east and west, and he didn't know where he was going.
In this world, the most painful thing is never being blamed by others. If so, as long as you want to let go, you will let go. Endless.
Even the wicked man who is ruthless in his mouth, shameless in his heart, stinking for thousands of years, and even infamous for a hundred years, must have a conscience throughout his life. Every time I'm in a cold sweat, I have to ask myself something like this... What's more?
More than that?
Shi Wucai thought, the only elder who protected him when he was a teenager, the only one who protected him with his life, freedom and dignity, what kind of mood should he feel when he saw the person sent by Xia Duanfang to be angry? Extremely funny? What kind of mood should she be in, so that she can hang herself on the beam that night?
Oh... yes, he said to himself a little dazedly, Uncle Kuruo has always been afraid of the division of the division and the cannibalism of the same family.
There seemed to be a fire in his chest, and it burned violently, burning his internal organs, heart, liver and intestines together, and it was extremely painful.
Shi Wuyuan bent down and almost rolled off the horse. Then he lay flat on the grass in the suburbs, curled up into a ball, his fingers penetrated the soil tightly and grabbed the roots of the grass, feeling that he was thinking big. Roaring, or crying a lot, but looking up and seeing the vastness of the world, he could only endure it without saying a word.
At that moment, no matter how long it is stretched, people seem to have an illusion that the pain will never pass.
Suddenly, a crooked-looking straw worm limped in front of him, and he didn't know who made it. It was so rough that it was so shocking that he couldn't even tell the difference between its head and buttocks.
Little Worm often didn't know which direction to go in, so he had to wave his four legs of different lengths, and use his limbs to arch towards Shi Wuyuan's body.
But... what kind of worm has four legs?
Shi Wuyuan was stunned for a while, then slowly sat up from the ground, letting the four-legged fresh objects jump onto his lap. Then he saw a person standing not far away. The person seemed to be a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to do. His eyes met him, and he hurriedly turned away. After a while, he couldn't help but look back.
He repeated this meaningless action for an unknown amount of time before he finally gathered up the courage and said bluntly in an unusually serious tone: "You...smile, right?"