When the raft entered the ground of Sanjiang Mansion, the three of them felt a little relaxed. This place was already Bei'anhe's sphere of influence. There might still be opponents, but they would not appear in large numbers.
"Brother, Fufeng City is ahead of us. Do you want to go down and take a look?" Lan Ting asked with concern.
They are already very familiar with each other, and the two women also know that his hometown is Fufeng City in Sanjiang Prefecture, and he has not returned for decades.
"You two girls are very interested, but you have taken a long way around. Please tell me carefully how long it has been since you came back? Sixty or seventy years?"
Lan Ruo smiled slightly, "Sixty-seven years! The last time senior brother came back, he helped with trivial matters within the family. We didn't even have the chance to thank him. Now, the debts are piling up and we don't know how to repay..."
Hou Ting said softly: "There is no need to talk about these things between us, let alone debts. Well, how are things in the family now? How is Wen Laosi's branch developing now? The treasure gourd I left behind
Is it open?"
Lan Ruobao smiled, "The fourth uncle Wen's line is developing very well now, and it is now part of the Bei'anhe line. It has great stamina, but I don't know whether senior brother's treasure gourd is open or not, and I don't dare to ask, so I just
I’m afraid I’ll cause a lot of trouble by asking.”
It was almost evening, and the raft deliberately lowered its height, preparing to fly over Fufeng City at low altitude. Of course Hou Zi would not abandon his official duties for personal reasons, but the two women still hoped that he could take a closer look at their hometown, and waited until he arrived at Sanjiang Mansion.
Who can tell whether there will be such an opportunity?
It was already dark, and the lights in the city were bright. Although they were not as bright as those in big cities, there was a unique scenery under the dots of stars.
The three of them stood in front of the window of the raft bridge, deliberately slowing down, feeling the light coming towards them and the breath of countless mortal lives.
No one can feel that among the countless lights, there is also a set of things that do not belong to the mortal world. It is a set of very high illusions and mirages, submerged in the lights and integrated into one, making the monks unaware.
I feel immersed in it and cannot extricate myself.
Environment, atmosphere, mood, past, nostalgia... countless inner things create a fantasy created by one's own mental barriers, so harmonious, natural and seamless.
No one can escape, because it is themselves who lead them into the illusion!
Situations arise from the heart, scenes arise from thoughts, and all troubles arise from inner obsessions. Even if you feel that it has passed, forgotten, and become history, it still exists.
This is the way to enter the realm of brilliant illusions, making people intoxicated without even realizing it.
...Hou Zi didn't feel anything unusual about himself at all. He felt that this was a kind of remembrance of the past, touching the scene, those people and things, those memories that could never be forgotten.
When countless lights came towards him, it was as if countless memory fragments were flying towards him, making him unable to help but sink in. Slowly, he forgot the fact that he was a cultivator, and what the flying sword in his hand had brought to him.
With a sense of fulfillment, his mind went back to that unforgettable day decades ago.
It's just that what is repeated in his memory is not what really happened, but what he is most worried about deep down in his heart... His worries did not really happen at the time, but at the time, it deeply troubled him until now.
I still can't let it go in my subconscious mind. Under the current special environment and under the deliberate guidance of caring people, I fell into it step by step.
In the reality of what happened, he was taken away by Taoist Chongling, but what he was most worried about at the time was that he was left in Fufeng City to be dealt with by the local government after committing a murder in court.
Just like now, I worry about being reflected in an illusion...
...It was noon and the scorching sun was high. He was dragging his heavy shackles step by step down the long street; his hands were imprisoned in the heavy shackles, and the big words on the death sign on his back were: Murdered Prisoner.
Wait for Tsuta!
He committed a crime, killing someone in court, and his crime was unpardonable. After the case was reported to different levels, the results finally came a few months later, and he was executed.
It is now the end of autumn, and at this time of year, a large number of criminals go to where they should go.
On both sides of the long street, there are crowds of people watching. At this time, people are always very excited, as if they are celebrating a festival. Every time a criminal passes by, the crowd will make noises, curse, cry, or simply vent.
.
Most of the people in front of him got curses, bad words, and anything they could throw out; but when he came over, he received more sympathetic looks from people. If there were no soldiers to stop him, some people would be unable to control him.
The residents offered him wine before his departure to make him feel good during his departure.
But what's the use of him being so disheartened? This doesn't change anything. When his head falls, people will eventually forget him and everything he has done for the people here.
Without life, everything has no meaning.
No matter how long the street is, it will eventually end. With iron chains on his body, he was forced to kneel on the Autumn Execution Ground, and dozens of criminals with the most heinous crimes were lined up in a row.
Some are pissed off, some are fearless, and some are resigned to fate.
He just felt that there was an anger in his heart that had nowhere to go. He hated the injustice of the world and bad luck. It was understandable to kill people to pay for their lives and pay their debts, but he regretted that his potentially brilliant life had ended so abruptly, and there would be no more.
room for change.
At this moment, he finally understood the purpose of everything his father did. To live for the law, one must have the consciousness to die for the law.
The noise around him has gone away, and all he can hear now is a few inches. Only the strong beating of his heart can prove that he is alive.
He wanted to take the wrong path and break into the road, but he failed and ended up dead.
Is it worth it? Maybe, maybe not! But looking back on the past, when he killed someone in court, he was not a pure legal person!
He is just a monastic speculator, an impure person for his own purposes, and has nothing to do with justice!
Therefore, under the law of heaven, there is no injustice to him at all.
It was past noon, the trumpets were rumbling, and a soldier grabbed the life tablet from the prisoner's back and shouted his name; the executioner behind him raised his hands, the sword flashed, and the head fell to the ground...and then there were the cheers of countless onlookers around him.
One after another, blood splattered and filled the yellow sand; even if you were as bold as Hou Ting, you could feel the footsteps of death getting closer and closer in this atmosphere, and you couldn't help but feel a chill rising from your tail cone.
It was about to end, and he didn't even have time to reflect on this imperfect period of his life.
At this time, the executioner standing behind him spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear,
"Xing Ji, I am Hei San. I have been saved by you. Today I am willing to lend a helping hand to Xing Ji. I will chop it off with my sword later. I will only cut off the rope but not the head. After the rope is cut, you will run away. You can run as far as you can. Qian Ji
