Chapter 238 Sixty Years of Decorating Jade and Lianzhu
After reading this bizarre and inexplicable story, Song Xiance finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if just by doing this, he could equally and kindly share the long-standing confusion in his heart to everyone present.
In the past, Song Xiance also turned his hands to make clouds and rain in this world. He was so angry that the princes were afraid of living in peace and the world was extinguished. He was at war for many years, and the world did not even understand his origins.
Therefore, he, who regarded himself as a mastermind, immediately fell into inextricable thinking when he saw that this letter seemed absurd and full of doubts.
He was convinced that there must be a hidden and unknown truth behind this story waiting to be unearthed, but it was funny to say that the thousands of words in the letter, which made people feel confused, actually became an obstacle to his search for clues.
Barrier.
The other party was able to send the letter to his desk through untraceable means, and in less than a quarter of an hour while he was having breakfast, the letter was safely and neatly placed on his desk.
The energy was enough to make him sweat profusely. He put the knife on his neck almost half threateningly and half jokingly, and then asked him, "Sir, do you think our army is strong?"
Song Xiance closed the letter. He understood that this was a provocation and an offense to himself, a wise man of the world.
This comical story ends abruptly, deliberately stopping at the moment before his appearance is revealed, just like its gratuitous beginning.
But as long as someone looks through this letter, they will find that the writing is copied in dense and extremely neat regular script. Every word is full of distractions, which is like fireworks. Shang Zhixin believes that he has only worked in Qingdeng.
I have seen it in the writings of ancient Buddhist laymen who have copied scriptures for decades.
But, but...
But such deeds of slandering the Buddha and slandering the saints are almost exposed in Spring and Autumn writing style. I wonder which layman who practices fasting can write it. Could it be that the fasting meals for decades have been eaten out of the dog's belly?
The benevolent sees the mountain and the wise observes the water. Monk Bade did not put his mind behind the story. Instead, he was deeply doubtful about the specious content in it. Naturally, I have also heard some anecdotes about Tantra. However, because of the discontinuation of Tantra in China,
It has been a long time, and I have been in Fujian for a long time, so I naturally have the chance to find out.
The only sound outside the house was the clear and helpless chanting of Hong Xiguan, but for some reason, there always seemed to be a faint sigh in the air...
"Oh no, since I haven't finished reading the letter I received, it's your turn now."
"You know, he is also a rebellious person. Since he said he has no enemies outside the city, he will live there peacefully. You can help him find a way to heal his wounds..."
Shang Zhixin patiently broke the suffocating tranquility. The delay in achieving a breakthrough with the information made me feel anxious again, as if something was going off the rails, but I couldn't.
Completely knowing.
Official Hong Xi knew that the Buddhist giant in his family acted like this out of necessity. After all, the current appearance of Abbot Zhishan...
Shang Kexi narrowed his eyes into a straight line, glanced at everyone present with a ruthless gaze, and then said sharply.
The slovenly Wang Shizi clenched his fists so tightly that his wounds almost burst open. He was so frightened that Mrs. He moved her gaze to the side.
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As the dying wails in the Chinese army's small tent subsided and order returned, Shang Kexi glanced at the whole place with great satisfaction, and then hurriedly opened the letter - just as Shang Kexi knew that the prince was left behind in Guangzhou.
, Lan Jingjuan and others also knew part of the story, but it was actually left outside...
Hearing this, I suddenly became erotic, the indigo armor under my body clanked, and he drew a knife and stabbed me to death on the spot.
Seeing that Monk Bade was lost in thought, Hong Xiguan immediately spoke. I seemed to feel the subtlety of the situation, but Monk Bade stretched out his thick arm to block the way.
"Uncle Bade, do you need to go back and report to the abbot immediately?"
But Prince Wang, who had just been unconscious for a day, unexpectedly discovered that no one came to save him. Instead, the entire city of Guangzhou fell into the hands of the traitors, and his father could only lead the way.
Soldiers move in to defend the city!
It is gratifying that he is about to live an eighty-year-old life. The fighting between soldiers and horses has been with him for almost all the years, from Denglai soldiers to Liaodong generals, and then to the Central Plains, with a bird's eye view of Guangdong and Guangxi. I think in that world, whether it was a trafficker or a lackey,
There are many noble people who are afraid of death. Faced with the threat of death, strong people will be obedient, while weak people can only choose to shut up. That is also my method of conquering and governing the city of Guangzhou.
Outside the tall firewood shed, there were piles of firewood soaked in rain and fog, and even a drop of rainwater fell mischievously from between the gaps in the tiles, forming a large winding stream under the mud, gurgling towards the road.
It flowed into the house.
His voice paused for a moment, lacking some confidence.
Sister-in-law He showed the cunning wisdom of an ordinary citizen and looked at Wang Shizi with a look, "It's okay if you want to talk. When he recovers from his injuries, he just wants to tell you. He knows that your family is in need of a head."
The woman who does things..."
I had no choice but to sneak into the city and want to be a beggar, but because I was from the Ming Dynasty and I was unorganized, I was squeezed out and bullied. I almost starved to death on the street. I finally found a way out and crawled to the ground with my seriously injured body.
He begged for food through the door of a low house, and fainted when he was taken to the woodshed.
Prince Wang could only be thankful that he had been sent to the Queen for upbringing and had only been back in Guangzhou for a short period of time, so it would be extremely difficult for him to be recognized unless he was very close to the royal family.
But the appearance of Song Xiance broke the truth that I persisted in.
A staff member whispered to the people around him, but it escaped Shang Kexi's ears.
Prince Wang ran away in the secret passage with great ease. Suddenly, at the corner behind the road, a figure holding a knife appeared. With the action of adrenaline, my natural power came into play, and I twisted the figure just by looking at him.
Break the opponent's neck.
More importantly, Monk Bade once read the secret scrolls of the Zen Forest hidden in Duolin Temple.
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Because Shang Kexi discovered that he had never seen through that sycophantic and ugly minister. Until after his death, Song Xiance was still watching the pain and destruction of his body, laughing at Shang Kexi's short-sightedness and ignorance. The fanatic with ulterior motives even
He is willing to reveal what he believes and thinks. It seems that he has already given up his skin and transformed into a noble immortal standing under the four heavens. He is about to ride on the wind and leave at any time.
Monk Bade nodded slightly and signaled Hong Xi, who was eager to leave, to read the contents of the letter. However, they suddenly heard the sound of soldiers coming and going in the room, and their steps were exactly like Daoru when he went out to fight.
Light.
I originally thought that there was nothing wrong with me hiding there. As long as the Shang family's troops occupied the small house, no one would come to identify me and save me.
The prince next to me pretended to be unconscious. Hearing this, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart. My hands and feet were trapped, and I was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. At this time, I could only secretly lean on the ground while the crowd was arguing.
Amidst the jagged rocks, I slowed down and tried to cut the rope.
In this way, all the yelling and chaos, whether to distinguish the truth from the false, or what was said in the secret passage, has become useful, and it has instantly turned into a desperate fight.
"The 'Fude Xumi Temple' and 'Xuji Feilai Temple' mentioned in the letter actually sound like Tibetan titles. Perhaps they were paraphrased by the author of the letter. When the poor monk returns, he will tell you that your teacher is the best."
Abbot, maybe you can get some clues..."
Others believe that Lan Jingjuan, as Pingnan Li Xinghe, was a popular person in the Tatar court. Now that she is useful, it is like chopping her up with a knife and hanging her head under the city tower to teach those traitorous purge dogs a lesson.
The two young masters' remarks about Buddhism ended happily, because the good and fearful young master swore that he had traveled with Bodhidharma on the westbound road, but was trapped in the wind and sand, so he fell behind and arrived late.
After undergoing a few Buddhist transformations, I can still be as tall as a mortal. The Yulin army slashed me with their swords, and my limbs were not damaged at all. The one who wielded the sword only heard the sound of copper.
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Prince Wang was lying in the woodshed, and when he thought about it, he felt forbidden anger rising in his heart.
During the torrential rain, the Chinese military tent was full of cautious and solemn expressions. Those lined up in two rows were Shang Kexi’s most confidant civil and military personnel. As our small army was temporarily withdrawn, no one gathered here.
His expression was relaxed.
Official Hong Xi nodded and stepped forward. Although the number of Nan Duolin disciples currently fighting in Guangzhou City was small, there were only a few people who truly knew the location of Zen Master Zhishan. He truly lived in seclusion and his whereabouts were fixed.
"What, have you ever seen bound feet? Do you want to see them?"
"Still getting something..."
Prince Wang, who was surrounded by enemies on both sides, could only fight and advance. Both sides were confused about my camp. One moment I helped the exhausted Qing soldiers to attack the martial arts people, and the other moment I followed the martial arts soldiers to attack the Qing soldiers. The fundamental purpose was to get closer.
At the entrance of the secret passage, hurry back to the city.
Prince Wang could only cry at this. He turned his head to look at Sister-in-law He and let out a long sigh facing the hazy sky...
But before he was attacked by the killer in the dim environment, Prince Wang discovered that the man who died at the scene seemed to be wearing the clothes of a Qing soldier...
The rain gradually weakened, the wind blew fiercely, and I was able to occupy the top of the mountain like a majestic rock.
Although the woman was stout, she walked with a limp and swaying foot. She always took small steps. When she saw the sloppy woman glanced over again, she put the washing tub aside with a thud and put the
Strange-looking legs like spring bamboo shoots stretched out.
Shang Kexi looked into the tent, where there was still a head with seven sense organs cut out, but looking at the small white mouth, Shang Kexi always felt that the madman was still talking towards him like an earthly heat until he died.
Smiling.
The people who came after hearing the sound were naturally wearing the clothes of Qing soldiers. They happened to witness the brutal scene of me fighting with my bare hands, and they came to kill me with a knife after a short while...
Every day from early morning to noon, Shang Kexi would order the Qing army to besiege and use strict retreating military formations to deal with the elusive martial arts people. This was also to deal with the intrusion of the rebels and at the same time, use the tired enemy.
This strategy is an attempt to quickly deplete the crumbling morale in Guangzhou.
The surprise in the heart of Monk Bade is actually not based on Shang Zhixin. Although the Tang Mi inheritance has been cut off in China for a long time, the storm it caused in the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties for hundreds of years was not as intense as it seems on the surface.
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"Then... all the unsuspecting people were tortured and killed, but there were no clues... Could it be that no one in this world could be so lucid that they could suddenly steal the letter right under Xiao Jun's nose?
Send it to the Chinese military tent?"
The frowning monk Bade was also thinking. Unfortunately, my words completely disappointed Lan Jingjuan.
"Whether the prince is found or the city of Guangzhou is recaptured, they all should be beheaded! Don't think that as a close servant, I will be open to you! In terms of closeness, which one of them can be as close as Song Xiance back then?"
Everyone looked at the dense lead clouds in the spacious sky in the courtyard, and watched as countless raindrops turned from fluttering to falling. A thick rain curtain finally trapped the city of Guangzhou again, and a thick white steam rose from the ground, and suddenly it melted again.
The mist fills the sky, swaying maliciously and spying around everyone.
The rogue's footsteps left without a trace of embarrassment, and a woman with small shoulders and round waist stepped back from the woodshed. Her appearance was as stout as yours. She held a wooden basin for washing clothes in her hand, and used oil paper on the outside.
Eat when the bag is broken.
The executioner calmed his tone before breaking his words, "A total of eighteen people have approached the Chinese army's tent since the Ming Dynasty, and all of them have been tortured and executed."
After deep wounds were made on my hands and feet, I finally got the chance to escape. I broke the rope with all my strength and ran inside. The martial arts people also knew that no matter whether they were captured or killed, they would not let go.
Man's choice, therefore, is to give up first.
Festering wounds, tense nerves, depressing atmosphere, and dirty environment were all torturing the sloppy woman's mind and body. She wanted to test my limits, but I just relied on my stubbornness.
With tenacity, I have persevered all the way until now.
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It was enough to make the old soldiers responsible for interrogation and execution feel heartbroken.
In the seventh year of Kaiyuan, the first founder of Tang Mi, Master Shan Youwei, arrived in Chang'an with the famous Buddhist scroll.
, also set up a special inner dojo, respecting the good and the fearful as the leader. Here, Xuanzong's sons Ning Wang, Xue Wang, etc. all knelt on the mat, held the utensils, and received the initiation from him. For a time, the government and the public were shocked.
In my opinion, death is not the correct and only answer in that world, and the dead are not the people who worry me the most. Therefore, the second half of my life was accompanied by fighting and massacre, and I stepped on countless corpses to reach that position step by step.
Just like that, despite suffering many injuries, Prince Wang relied on his martial arts to finally escape the pursuit and ran back to the Luo family's small house. However, he fainted in a side room because of his injuries.
The cold wind roughly pushed open the felt door of the small tent, revealing corpses hanging in a row. They were all naked and covered with bruises. Their pink and white belly and intestines were exposed in the air, and blood was flowing down the rain.
The broken drops fell to the ground of the torture rack.
"It's time to wait. Since there are still a few letters out there that haven't been read yet, I might as well wait until we have a long-term discussion before going back to trouble the abbot."
"Hmph, today I can send a letter to the Chinese army's tent, and tomorrow I can take my head away in broad daylight. Do they think you will let this matter go?"
Then Shang Zhixin turned his attention to the kind-faced but burly Bade monk next to him. He really wanted to hear the opinion of the person who had eaten the least meal in the room. Maybe I could use my discerning eyes to see through the strange things in Buddhism.
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I know that my outburst today is just an inevitable trend. I can no longer tolerate others keeping secrets in front of me. I should be the omniscient and omnipotent true immortal standing in the clouds!
Crazy thoughts lingered in Shang Kexi's mind, which made me choke my own throat without suffocation, and calmly searched for the objects under me, until I opened the chiseled silver pill box with dry and rusty fingers, quickly took the elixir, and my face was full of
The white-spotted Pingnan King was so happy that he once again regained his heroic appearance.
The woman known as Sister-in-law He pointed at the wounds on Prince Wang's body, and then said in a high voice, "You saw those wounds on his body when you were mending our clothes. I'm worried that you are all great people, save me."
One life is worth more than building a first-class pagoda. As for who wins and who loses in a war..."
How could this sloppy woman have imagined that she, who was a nobleman of the lord Li Xinghe and a bodyguard of the queen, would be molested by country women and eat food that dogs would smell every day, transforming herself from a noble prince to a beggar on the street.
"Amitabha, the story told by the benefactor of the Song Dynasty, even the poor monk has never heard of it. He only heard that the characters and customs in it seemed to be fake, but it was more like something that happened in Tibet."
During the rambling words, Mrs. He looked at Prince Wang with a look that was not mind-numbing, and Prince Wang also knew that the other party had no intention, otherwise why would he hide that suspicious woman outside the house and go out to report her every day?
The thief helps me make a living by washing and mending my clothes?
Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was overjoyed and ordered the establishment of an initiation dojo in the palace, and all the Buddhist scriptures he had received were translated. A long time ago, he secretly retreated several times in the palace to receive the initiation of the Small Dharma in the Womb Realm. His intention was so clear that it can be said that
The Void Dharma Realm, for which I almost ruined my country and perished. Even when the Yulin Army behind Maweipo was about to rebel, I still prayed to a certain protector in the post to climb out of the grave and once again demonstrate the incredible power of Xiaowei.
, destroy the Anshi rebels who are just around the corner...
"Well, eat slowly. Anyway, we all know that if you raise a man, he will retreat and look for you, which will be uncomfortable."
After saying that, she laughed rudely, and the smiling slovenly woman turned away in annoyance, even having an appetite for the steamed buns on the side.
The more Song Xiance behaves like this, the more Shang Kexi doubts the medicine for immortality that Zhao Tuo, the king of South Vietnam, left behind, and the more Tao Ru Ru is loyal to those under his command!
Some people believe that Lan Jingjuan is the lifeblood of the old thief Shang, so she must be left to the old thief obediently. If she continues to be held hostage until she escapes, she can also be used as an effective life-saving talisman.
I obviously just accidentally killed a soldier, but my own soldiers from the Shang family came shouting to kill me, which wasted my time, so that the martial arts people on the other side also chased me, and it turned into a melee in an instant.
A malicious joke resounded in the room, interrupting a series of tiny footsteps, but eliciting a vicious response.
At that time, Prince Wang quickly shouted in a low voice that he was Pingnan Li Xinghe. The soldiers on the opposite side were indeed firm for a moment when they heard this. However, what they thought was that the martial arts people in front of me also followed suit and shouted that they were Pingnan Li Xinghe.
Nan Li joined forces, and then took advantage of the soldiers to kill him with a firm sword.
The incident is still fresh in my mind, and the time goes back to the day of Luo Yuantong's rebellion. Prince Wang was held hostage by the martial arts people, which became the key to the exchange terms between the two parties. As a result, when the martial arts people evacuated from the Seven Sheep Secret Road, he was the first to evacuate.
There was an obvious dispute among the martial arts people about how to deal with the prince.
However, both Shang Kexi and the retainers were familiar with the tragic situation in the world, but their expressions became more serious.
In the only damp place in that spacious space, a slovenly and light body was reclining, peeping at the sky inside from the large window with a sense of despair, and there were continuous and intermittent light sighs outside the chest.
"Sister-in-law He, are you going to see his wild man again?"
A certain Zen master in the Kaiyuan period, whose Taoism was deeply rooted in China, once met with the young master Shan Youwei in the Queen. The Zen master only said that the young master from Tianzhu had a weird tone and slang words.
Holding in his hand a volume of "Virocha's Secret Translation of Becoming a Buddha and Divine Transformation Sutra" which he had translated from a certain Buddhist scripture and presented it to him.
Therefore, at that time every day in the city, Li Dingguo led his own soldiers, Huashan bandits, and newly recruited rebels to the city tower to defend against the enemy. But today, listening to the footsteps, it seems that the Qing troops withdrew much earlier to avoid fighting.
Having lived at the foot of Luofu Mountain to practice Taoism and watched the sky with keen eyes for seventy years, Shang Zhixin thought that the timing of coming out of the mountain this time had not been grasped just right. However, it was not until I set foot again and tried to muddy the quagmire that I discovered the surging water on the water.
The water flow is still beyond my imagination.
There is a mistake. The woman lying in the woodshed and dying is like the prince of Pingnan, Li Xinghe, who has been missing for a long time in Guangzhou City.