She likes to read and collect books. Half of the books in Beijing were bought by her from major bookstores in the capital, and the other half were brought back to the capital when her second brother came across some books that he thought she would like when he was traveling.
There was only one book, called "The Immovable City", which she bought in Congyun Market when she passed through Tangzhou on her way back to Beijing from Zhaozhou.
The person who sold it to her was an old Taoist priest from a dilapidated Taoist temple. The old Taoist priest stood at the door of a small bookstore with a pile of books. When he saw her coming out, he stepped forward and asked her if she wanted to buy it.
She chose this one among many books.
The old Taoist priest praised her for her vision, saying that this book was the only one in the world, and it had been handed down in the temple for more than three hundred years. If it were not for embarrassment, she would not sell it.
Xia Zhaoyi chose it because, firstly, most of it is the work of some scattered artists, with a leisurely style, clear and far-away, and belongs to the natural countryside.
The second reason is that the entire book is handwritten, with a total of twelve chapters written by four people.
The other three people wrote several articles by hand, but there was only one article, "Yunmengyinsuo". The person who wrote it was the only one who wrote it. That is to say, the handwriting of this article is exactly the same as the current calligraphy and painting.
Although there was no signature on the book, the old Taoist priest mentioned at the time that the other three were all Taoist priests in their monastery, and only the author of "Yunmengyinsuo" was a guest who was passing by and staying temporarily.
This guest's name is Tang Xiangsi. He has a great background and was considered a great master in the world at that time. He is good at many things, so many people admire him.
According to the old Taoist priest's description at the time, this guest's reputation was similar to that of her master today.
Xia Zhaoyi was quite curious at that time, and after returning to Beijing, he went to check it out. Except for someone mentioning Meng Xiangsi in another solitary book, it seemed that no such person could be found at all.
After she returned to Liling, she mentioned it to the old man again, but the old man had never heard of it, so Xia Zhaoyi just assumed that Xia Zhaoyi had made it up casually in order to make his book more colorful.
"There are also deceased guests here." Zhili said at this time.
Xia Zhaoyi looked around and saw another calligraphy and painting on the ground.
Visitors to the mountain temple come to visit in the middle of the moon.
In the old dream of the past, the peach blossoms are smiling.
Next to this calligraphy and painting, there is a poem with the same handwriting.
I was shocked to hear that the country was destroyed, the mountains and rivers were destroyed, and I looked to the north to see the isolated city of the imperial capital in danger.
When spring comes, the sparrows will return to their nests, but the shadows of the tired birds will return to nowhere.
"Surprised." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"It sounds like it took a long time to find out." Zhili said.
"Well," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Emperor Long Zhang was an incompetent and foolish emperor. A civil uprising broke out in the eighth year of Tianning. The war at the end of Zhang lasted for nearly twenty years before he was completely overthrown by Emperor Hong De. The word "Jing Wen", like
It’s been closed for a long time.”
"Could it be that this person has been under house arrest here?" Zhili said, and then added, "Oh, yes, among the poems that fell down, there is a poem that says, 'The sound of the wind is cold, and the shadow of the stone in the moon is
"Xie, I'm not afraid of the mountains of corpses, I'm just afraid of the human world." It sounds like this person doesn't like the killing below."
Xia Zhaoyi turned his eyes and looked at the other calligraphy and paintings. He scanned them roughly and found that there were extremely strong personal emotions in each calligraphy and painting.
There was another sentence about falling into the abyss together with the underground room, she also remembered it.
Jade muscle, thin bones, and a lonely pillow, it should be said that the illness is about to become serious, waiting for the deceased.
It seems that this person went to Qianqiu Palace with great joy at first, but in the end he found out that he had been deceived, fell into sadness, despair, and then became seriously ill.
And the purpose of his going to Qianqiu Palace...
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes looked back at the "visitors who had passed away".
Those who have passed away are also dead people.
Visitors to the mountain temple come to the mountain and the sea in the middle of the moon. In the old dream of the past, the peach blossoms are smiling and floating.
The accumulated snow calms the storm, and the clouds welcome strangers.
A cloud "welcomes" and a month "comes".
Did he go to Qianqiu Palace to resurrect the dead?
Such a coincidence, she is a...resurrectionist.
"Zili." Xia Zhaoyi looked at his junior brother beside him.
"Um?"
"How much does that girl's face look like mine?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
Zhili blinked and looked at Xia Zhaoyi's facial features.
"They look alike, but their temperaments are completely different..." Zhili said.
"Are you scared?"
Zhili nodded.
"Then it looks very similar," Xia Zhaoyi raised her eyebrows, "Then, why don't you ask me why?"
The master even came over to ventilate her in advance, lest the secret be exposed. It turned out that the master and the disciple were overly worried. Neither Zhili nor the second brother mentioned the matter to her.
"Why are you asking?" Zhili curled his lips, "The little senior sister's surname is Xia, so the girl's surname must be Qiao. Besides, I don't want to tell senior sister about such unlucky things."
"What about my second brother? What did he say?"
"Senior sister and second brother? He also comforted me in turn, saying that my junior sister had offended a patrol general in the capital before, and that man went to the streets and arrested dozens of girls who looked like my junior sister, so he told me not to be afraid.
"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and didn't know what to say.
She stood up from the small wooden stool and said, "I'm going to find Master, and then I'll go take a look at the girl."
"I'll go with senior sister!" Zhili stood up immediately, "It's really similar. If senior sister feels scared, maybe I'll feel better if I stay with you."
"There is a master here." Xia Zhaoyi said, turned and left.
Zhi Li hurriedly followed up, "Master is cold and emotionless, but I am different. I am lively and can jump..."
The darkroom where the old man is located is at the foot of the cliff at the top of Guanxing Pavilion.
Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili had just left when they met an old man coming out, carrying a wooden box in his hand.
Seeing his apprentice, the old man stopped and said, "Come to see her?"
Looking at the old man's rolled-up sleeves, Xia Zhaoyi said, "Is her... face okay?"
"I also dissected him," the old man said.
"Where's the body?" Zhili asked.
"I just said it," the old man replied, walking up and said, "Let's go."
Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili looked at each other, and the two children turned to follow the old man.
"Is there any result?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"She was tortured to death, and the process was extremely long. She suffered for several days before she died."
Xia Zhaoyi frowned and said angrily, "She is only a teenager."
"It's so cruel and unconscionable! These people should be tortured back in the same way!" Zhili cursed.
"The torture methods are complicated, and the techniques are not very skilled. The knife skills are a little poor, but he can be cruel and not merciful at all. This torture method, combined with the torture tools I see below, reminds me of a person I knew before.
"The old man said, "His name is Feng Qing'ang. I was invited by a friend to go to Yeshan and met him in Yeshan. It was only after many years that I found out that he likes to humiliate and torture all kinds of creatures. This man does all kinds of evil and will be punished.
This book is a biography, but I have also read that book."
"Is there such a person?" Grinding his teeth, "Is he still alive now?"
"I don't know," the old man shook his head, "it happened more than thirty years ago."
