The sun was shining brightly outside the tent, and incense was burning. From time to time, the sound of Old Niu and Marquis Wen wrestling could be heard, and the master's clothes and armor that he had obtained from nowhere ran past the tent.
That was... Zhong Kui just now?
In the tent, Chen Yuan was sitting on a stool, recalling the strange dream just now in his mind. In the gloomy atmosphere, the scarlet robe and the thick curly temples reminded people of the person in his memory.
Could it be that Senluo Palace can be opened?
While thinking about it, Chen Yuan spread his sleeves from left to right, took a deep breath, slowly lowered his palms to press his knees, and just sat on the stool. He closed his eyes for a moment, and the noise around him was cut off from his ears, and all perceptions were gone.
Disappeared without a trace.
In the silence, Chen Yuan opened his eyes again. Sunlight and pine trees filled his field of vision, swaying gently in the wind with a faint fresh smell. Just like before, he walked up the long stone steps, the mountain gate, the flower garden, and the Taoist temple in front of him.
Behind the scenes, the sky became gloomy, thunder sounded from time to time among the swirling clouds, and blue-white electric snakes rumbled in the clouds.
Boom!
The lightning flashed through the dark clouds in the distance, illuminating the outline of the huge mountain. The wind was blowing and the black mist was thick, but I couldn't see it too clearly.
When he entered the Hall of Fame, the statues were unusually quiet. In the past, when he came in, the third master would greet him more or less out of the blue, but this time he was also strangely silent.
When Chen Yuan opened the door on the right, words suddenly came from the statue of Guan Gong.
"The Yin God in Senluo Palace is cool and restrained, but not harmonious. Be careful!"
Chen Yuan cupped her hands towards the statue. After being reminded like this, she felt a little scared. She pushed the door open and carefully walked in. Suddenly, a gloomy wind blew over her face, as if a chill shot through her skin and reached her bones.
The straight and secluded path is covered with dead leaves and grass, and the pine forests on both sides are so gloomy that they seem to be hiding countless ghosts, and faint cries and screams can be heard.
Chen Yuan stepped onto the stone steps, and the wind blew away the dead leaves at her feet. As she followed the path, the wind became stronger and stronger, causing her robes to fly. With the lightning that flashed across the sky from time to time, she finally saw clearly.
In the front of the majestic palace, the green-tiled tower stands out in the darkness. Outside the palace gate, there are four pairs of stone pillars, which are paved with white rocks. There are many green fires hanging on the pillars.
‘Senluo Hall.’
Chen Yuan read the simple door plaque and sorted out his thoughts. He still couldn't suppress the black and white and impermanent images of the bull-headed horse-face in the underworld in later generations.
After all, painting and reality are two different things.
He heaved a sigh of relief and pressed his palm against the lacquered red palace door covered with copper nails. However, no matter how hard he pushed it, he could not open it. He frowned slightly and took a step back. He examined it carefully for a moment, then suddenly laughed and remembered
Just now, the statue of Guan Gong said "Senran has moderation." It means to follow the rules.
Understanding this, Chen Yuan opened his sleeves and raised his hands respectfully.
"Mortal monk Chen Yuan pays homage to Emperor Senluoyin!"
Click~
There was a slight movement, and the closed door of the palace slowly opened, and wisps of light fell on the ground as the door slowly opened, gradually illuminating Chen Yuan's eyes.
call.
Chen Yuan let out a breath, lowered his hands and strode into the main hall. What caught his eyes was that it was different from the heroism and tranquility of the Renjie Hall. The hall here was filled with faint fire, stepping on the jasper-like ground, and there were five pairs on the left and right.
At the front of the altar, there are ten altars lined up from right to left. A little further forward, there are two more altars. According to Chen Yuan's memory, they should be the positions of the two judges.
Compared with the Hall of Heroes, this place seems hierarchical.
Unfortunately, he didn't know much about Yin gods. Chen Yuan looked at the empty altar and found it difficult to call out his name. The only ones he was familiar with were the bull's head and horse's face, black and white and impermanence. The only one left was Zhong Kui who appeared in the weird dream before.
'Fortunately, I prepared a few wood carvings before. Well, it's time to arrange some stories for them... Well, what is this?'
Looking at the side of the main hall, the wall looks like a Feng Shui wall, stretching for ten feet. There are relief carvings on it, which are all engraved with buildings, roads, and bridges. Chen Yuan clicked on a pattern that looked like a city, and an image suddenly appeared in his mind.
The city was roaring with the dark wind, and it was bustling with people, filled with floating figures wailing and hissing.
Hearing this made people feel dizzy and panicked.
Chen Yuan quickly withdrew his hand from the relief, and the chaos in his mind calmed down, "This Senluo Palace is full of secrets, and the Renjie Palace is more comfortable."
After wandering around for a while, he put away his curiosity, bowed his hands respectfully, and then exited. Unfortunately, Zhong Kui who appeared in the dream was not in the palace. Could it be just a dream of revelation?
But no matter what, Senluo Palace was opened to him, indicating that he would have to deal with them later.
'Take your time, take your time.'
After walking down the stone steps, Chen Yuan closed his eyes and opened them again. His consciousness returned to his body and he was already in the tent. Outside, the sound of the master's hip-hop and the fighting sounds of Lao Niu and Wen Hou gave him the illusion that he was in another world.
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Chen Yuan got up from the stool, thinking about the Senluo Palace. He took the wooden sculpture wearing a black and white pointed hat that had been placed in the carriage in his hand, and used tools to add some details to make it look lifelike.
After that, I took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and thought about the life of the seventh and eighth masters, and wrote them on the paper. Of course, I also wrote my own story about impermanence and death.
On the afternoon of the third day after arriving, except for the troops who were still chasing troops, the soldiers and horses here were preparing to break camp and return to Luodu. Gongsun Li invited Chen Yuan to accompany him. He had not wanted to go before, but he thought that he would go to the capital to perform in a few plays.
By the way, let's see if the middle-aged scholar we met on the road will come.
"Your Highness, just go ahead and don't wait for me."
After politely rejecting King Qing's invitation, Chen Yuan slowly and leisurely walked behind with an ox cart after the army set off, crossing the river and heading south to Luodu.
The news of the defeat of the Yuejie people a few days ago has been brought back to Luodu by fast horses. The whole city is boiling. The people in the city took to the streets to celebrate. The literati and elegant guests gathered in the teahouses and talked loudly about the Hu people.
Defeat is so refreshing; in the strong atmosphere, people and merchants from all over the country gathered to talk about the strange news they had heard recently.
"You must not know that hundreds of people in Huangni Town were killed by barbarians all over the town. I was there at the time. Fortunately, I heard that the barbarians were coming and ran away with them."
"Brother, do you know that more than fifty miles away from Huangni Town, all the barbarians who came to Hezhou died, and this solved the crisis in Luodu."
"How did you know?"
"Hey, my nephew's cousin's son-in-law is in the army. He personally carried the bodies of the Hu people and buried them that day. He said that the rivers were blocked at that time, and more than 20,000 people died in the river for unknown reasons."
"What happened to this barbarian? He was walking in the dark at night and fell into the river?"
"Who knows, it's weird anyway."
Gongsun Lun was chattering in street talk and gossiping about the whole story, while in the palace, Gongsun Lun had not slept well for two nights. Less than half a month after he ascended the throne, the iron hooves of the barbarians marching south stopped in front of him, and he was beaten and fled back to the grassland.
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The following merits will be discussed, but when it comes to the emperor, isn't he the emperor appointed by heaven? Otherwise, as soon as he ascends the throne, the barbarians will be defeated?
Regardless of whether it is true or false, whether it is outside or in the court, his throne has been firmly established.
The battle reports sent by King Qing, King Lu, and King Yang all mentioned one person. Thinking of the 25,000 Hu cavalry that flooded the Rui River, the emperor would not break his promise, so he had someone draft an edict. Early the next morning,
He summoned officials from the Ministry of Industry and asked them to choose a site in the city. He wanted to build a large temple.
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The sun rises above the clouds.
When a group of officials were looking for a site for an open space in the city, the man they wanted to build a statue of was driving an ox cart. After being inspected by soldiers, he entered the city gate and walked in the bustling market.
Pedestrians were passing by, flags and flags of various colors were waving in the shops, vendors were hawking, and waiters were shouting. It was a lively scene.