Chapter 535 The wanderer returns south, and the Buddhas head arrives in Xun (please vote for me!)
"Your tuberculosis seems to be getting better."
"This is not tuberculosis, it is a northern disease. The further you go south, the better and better it will be. I am a southerner and should not have stayed in the north."
"It's just that the wind and sand in the north are dry and there is no moisture and moisture in the south. The former will aggravate your tuberculosis. However, you are still from the south? Why do you speak with such a good Jingzhao accent?"
"When I was young, I always felt that everything in Chang'an and Luoyang was good, and I wanted to learn everything, elegant accents, magnificent music, elegant clothes...
"Even the stench from the sewers in Yanzuofang, the poorest neighborhood in Chang'an, is sweet. It's ten thousand times better than the golden osmanthus at the entrance of my hometown."
"Oh, isn't that what it is?"
"Maybe...cough cough cough cough."
Halfway through his words, the old and weathered voice let out a violent cough.
Another sharp voice belonging to an old woman paused and snorted:
"Get in the boat and don't stand outside. If you get exposed to the rain again, your tuberculosis will get worse. Do you want to die?"
"It's okay. The rain in the south is soft and soft. It won't hurt anyone, not even the returning wanderers. Haha, I like this rain in the south. It's like a Jiaofang song, Poppy? I almost forgot the name..."
The old and vicissitudes of life man's voice was somewhat reminiscing, and then there was the sound of palms tapping his knees, and he whispered:
"The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the tent was dark with red candles... The man in the middle of the palace listened to the rain, the walls were high and the clouds were low, and the broken geese called to the west wind... Now I listen to the rain on the boat, and there are stars on the temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless...
In front of the eaves, dripping until dawn..."
"How long has it been since you came to Jiangnan?"
"For most of my life... I was born in a small mountainside village on Lingnan Road with only 30 or 40 households. Every April, the peach blossoms at the entrance of the village bloom slowly.
"My father was a mediocre carpenter in the village. When he was thirteen, he gave me a small xylophone, which was just a simple one-string instrument. But I still remember the mellow strings when I first heard it, so I can no longer work as a carpenter.
"At that time, during the reign of Emperor Gaozong of the previous dynasty, the two saints came to the court, the frontier soldiers were far away to spread the country's prestige, the territory of Daqian was surprisingly vast, and all the nations came to court, Chang'an and Luoyang also gathered the music of all nations.
"I admire him with all my heart. When I was sixty years younger than I am now, I embarked on this idle business. I traveled all the way north, collecting vulgar songs from the countryside, and finally arrived at Chang'an in my dreams...
"You should know everything about what happened next, Miss Song. You have lived in such a muddle until now."
"It's rare to be confused."
"Yeah, it's rare to be confused until now."
"Then why are you coming back? Everyone in your family must be dead. Is there anyone who knows you at the entrance of the village?"
"I don't know. I can't say that the whole village is gone, but the peach blossoms should still be there. If I go back now, I can't say that I can still see the peach blossoms in April. They bloom late, so I can wait for me."
"As far away as Lingnan, I am not afraid of dying on this road even with my old bones."
"I am a southerner, born and raised, why don't you die in the rainy mud of the south of the Yangtze River? Birds miss the old forest, fish in the pond miss the old abyss, the ancient famous scholar Tao Yuanming also deeply understands this sentiment, Miss Song Dynasty, this is
Let ashes return to ashes and return to dust.”
"If you surnamed Yu keeps screaming again, I'll tear your mouth apart."
"Haha, I'm one year older than you, why can't I call you Miss Song? When I first entered the palace as a musician, you were still a slim little lady who held the lamp. After so many years, why are you still competing with each other?
."
"Shut up."
After a pause, the old woman's voice continued coldly:
"You are not allowed to die now.
"It doesn't matter where you die in the future. Leave the music behind. This is Si Tianjian's only request to you. It is also the bottom line of His Majesty's acquiescence in letting you out of the palace. It cannot be violated."
The old coughing voice just now was silent for the time being.
It was raining at night.
At the tip of the twin peaks, on a tributary of the Xunshui River that was dug out, a small boat was swinging along.
There were only two figures on the bumpy boat:
A short, skinny old man, and a white-haired old woman.
It seems that the former man named Yu walked out from under the eaves of the boat shed and stood on the bow of the boat, his head soaked by the night rain. He looked at the Xunyang River in the distance with his hands behind his back. While he was talking, he looked at an unfinished Buddha on the north bank of the two peaks.
The white-haired old woman known as "Little Song Girl" was sitting alone in the boat shed, holding a candle in one hand and staring directly at the former's rickety back.
The short and thin old man was wearing a white musician's robe. Other than that, he was ordinary and had no special features.
But for the white-haired old woman inside the boat, the orange light from the candlelight hit her face with a cone-like chin, revealing a pair of deep sunken eyes full of whites.
The old woman was dressed in a palace dress made of dark purple and gold, with complex and simple patterns of clouds and cranes embroidered on the skirt, revealing the solemnity and majesty accumulated over the years.
The bun is high and fixed with only a simple jade hairpin. It is similar to the hairstyles of female officials such as Rong Zhen and Miaozhen, but a few strands of white silk inadvertently slipped from the temples, adding a sense of vicissitudes of life.
With her weathered hands, she holds a lamp in one hand and a string of agarwood beads in the other. While talking to the old musician, she turns the beads from time to time.
At this moment, the old woman holding the lamp was staring at people with her white eyes, looking a little scary in the middle of the night.
The old musician was not afraid. He pointed to the other side and asked, "Who built this open-air Buddha?"
"The former governor of Jiangzhou, Ouyang Lianghan, dared to reject the imperial edict and contradict His Majesty."
"Why has the work been stopped? The repairs are quite good. The feng shui of this place is also good. He must have dug this river as well."
The old musician looked curious.
The old woman with white eyes did not answer, turned her head, and rolled her eyes as if to glance at the half-moon reflected in the river.
Although it was overcast and rainy, there was still a half-moon peeking out from behind the dark clouds in the sky, seemingly curiously observing the world below.
The old musician who went all the way south sighed:
"Miss Song, if you find me this time, do you think you can keep your word? When this trip is over, let me leave and stop pursuing him."
"You have no joke."
"I'm afraid Jun Yan is not as simple as he understands."
The old woman with white eyes said calmly: "Bold."
The old musician sighed: "The old Taoist priest named Wu was very smart back then. When Emperor Gaozong died, he immediately left the palace and left the palace to stay away from the disputes. Now it seems that he is still smart. He must have been extremely afraid of today's saints early on."
"He is so brave that he calls himself a painting saint. How about trying to imitate him and call himself a music saint?"
"That's true, after all, he is not as capable as he is."
"It's not about your ability, it's about your cowardice. Haha, this way you can save your life. It's just that I don't understand. What's the point of leaving? When the Second Saint came to court, you all rushed here one by one, hoping to get a share of that high-spirited spirit. The atmosphere of a prosperous age. Although there was a turbulent period later, isn't there still a saint here? The current Zhou Dynasty is also at its peak, prosperous and still prosperous!"
"Changing the Qian Dynasty to the Zhou Dynasty, moving the capital to Luoyang, undecided imperial heirs, disputes over the country, rebellion in the southwest, harassment by enemies in the north, the construction of the Giant Buddha... After all, things are no longer what they used to be."
The old musician sighed, and the next second he felt the surrounding rain and air gradually solidify. While the white eyes of an old woman behind him had not completely turned purple, he immediately added:
"Haha, I heard people joking. After listening to people's jokes, I feel that my life has been the same for the past ten years... Well, anyway, the saints all love to listen to the music of Lao Chen. This is nothing but very good. The emperor's grace is so great."
"It's good to know. Saint Long'en, Yu, what do you want in return? You still want to sneak away, huh."
The old musician smiled and said nothing.
At this time.
The flat boat the two of them were riding in docked at the shore.
"Let's go."
The old woman with white eyes held a lantern in her hand, got off the boat first, and boarded the pier.
The old musician stood up silently, straightened his clothes, and followed her.
It was midnight, but the two old men were not afraid of the dangers of traveling in the dark.
What is even more strange is that the palace lantern in the hand of the white-eyed old woman walking in the front did not go out at all in the rain.
Even... this candle flame is like a shadow, and the raindrops pass through it without moving at all.
As soon as the two landed ashore, at the pier on the south bank with the twin peaks, a long-awaited group of people wearing bamboo hats and raincoats quickly came forward to greet them.
At the front of the crowd, there was a figure of a fat young man. He was not wearing a bamboo hat or a raincoat. He didn't care that his whole body was soaked by the drizzle. He was the first to step forward to greet him.
"teacher!"
The tone is respectful and exciting.
It's Lin Cheng.
I saw him bowing his head respectfully towards the old woman with white eyes.
Behind Lin Cheng, Wei Shaoqi, Wang Lengran and other people wearing bamboo hats and raincoats also saluted.
"Long time no see, Grandma Song."
"I respectfully welcome Deputy Superintendent Song Zheng."
The old woman with white eyes nodded gently, ignored the disciple for the moment, looked around, and her eyes fell on the lone figure of a girl in palace clothes behind the crowd.
Rong Zhen, who was originally motionless, had no choice but to step forward and clasped his fists to deal with it:
"Senior Song, you have worked hard all the way."
A smile appeared on the pale-eyed old woman's paralyzed face, which had not changed for thousands of years. She glanced at Lin Cheng again and asked:
"Thank you for your hard work this time, Rong. How is Cheng'er? Did you cooperate with you well in Xunyang City?"
Rong Zhen didn't answer, didn't look at Lin Cheng, and turned around to greet the old musician:
"Old sir, I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought I would never see you again after you left the palace."
"Hey, weren't we still captured by Miss Song?"
The old musician chuckled and waved his hand,
Although he was obviously embarrassed, he looked optimistic. He didn't look like he was being supervised all the way to Jiangnan by the white-eyed old woman.
Seeing Rong Zhen's reaction, the old woman rolled her eyes at her disciple, and then replied angrily:
"It's you who is the coward.
"You've already left the palace, but you still stay in the city of Luoyang and don't leave. Are you so afraid of His Majesty? Are you afraid that if you go too far, you won't be able to quibble if you are caught?
"Oh, aren't you just waiting for me to come to your door? I'm not ashamed at all to say that."
Under the strange gazes of the juniors, the old musician looked as usual, as if he was not talking about his cowardice.
"Didn't I keep a student in the palace? He has talent, and with his piano skills, he has a chance to surpass the old man." He sighed.
"died."
The old woman with white eyes replied calmly: "Your Majesty doesn't like that I'm not as sensible as you."
After a pause, she said in a meaningful tone: "Your Majesty doesn't like it, no matter how talented you are, it's useless."
The old musician sighed again, and after a while, he said something somewhat incomprehensible:
"Well, I hope your Majesty will like this Rong Nu Shi."
The old woman rolled her eyes and said with a straight face: "Of course Your Majesty likes Rong Yatou, and besides, Rong Yatou is also sensible, so you don't have to worry about it."
"good."
The old musician smiled.
After a while, while Grandma Song was reminiscing and discussing with everyone, the old musician broke away from the crowd, walked to one side alone, and looked at the lights of Xunyang City in the distance in the hazy fog.
He suddenly turned around and asked the cold girl beside him in palace attire an incomprehensible question:
"I heard that there is a pipa master in Xunyang Tower, the most famous building in Xunyang City. I wonder if Rong Nu Shi has heard her pipa playing?"
Rong Zhen was slightly startled and shook his head.
"without."
Wei Shaoqi was listening around, and Wang Lengran couldn't help but frown. He didn't understand why this old musician with a vaguely aloof status would ask such a trivial matter.
Aunt Song, Rong Zhen, Lin Cheng and others did not change their expressions, they were used to it.
Rong Zhen hesitated for a moment and said softly: "But I know a colleague with whom I have a good relationship. He should have heard of it. He has recently been obsessed with poetry and music, and he has done some research..."
"Anyone who can understand and appreciate pipa must not be a common person. Well, let me introduce you to it later... When I come to Xunyang this time, I have to see the pipa by the Xunyang River."
The old musician said with a smile, and Rong Zhen nodded seriously.
"My surname is Yu, don't forget the mission of this trip. You are the one who knows the most about sword wielding people in the palace. This time you must catch all the bugs in Xunyang City."
Aunt Song snorted coldly.
The old musician didn't know whether he heard it or not. He stretched his neck and looked at the misty lights of Xunyang City in the distance.
Mother Song turned her head and looked at her disciple, and suddenly said loudly:
"Cheng'er, along the way, I have heard many people scolding you and praising Ouyang Lianghan, but I feel that you are the good one, Cheng'er, and you are really sharing your Majesty's worries."
Nanny Song threw the Buddhist beads in her hand forward and fell into Lin Cheng's arms.
The latter was stunned and looked down at the beads.
Nanny Song's voice was a bit shrill: "Take it, Your Majesty will reward you, you can kill it once."
Lin Cheng tried his best to suppress his ecstatic expression, faced north and made a pilgrimage, kowtowing again and again:
"Thank you Lord for your kindness, I have nothing to repay..."
Everyone looked sideways.
Wang Lengran rubbed his hands and came forward, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Deputy Supervisor Song, the giant Buddha is almost completed. Where is your majesty's Buddha head?"
Aunt Song pointed lightly at the foggy river behind her:
"We are following you. We have to take a detour across the river and then enter the city. Go and pick her up."
Everyone immediately turned their heads and looked intently. They saw the old musician and Nanny Song taking a small boat to the north bank of the river before coming to the south bank. In the hazy morning mist at dawn, there was a huge Buddha head being pulled by several huge carriages.
, the carriage was surrounded by a dense formation of black-armored soldiers...
This group of soldiers and laborers who secretly escorted the Buddha's head were of extremely high quality. They wrapped the horses' hooves with cloth and applied tung oil on their wheels... As they approached, there was not much sound.
Lin Cheng and his party were stunned.
From their perspective across the river at this moment, with a majestic headless Buddha on the north bank that has been suspended as the background, the new Buddha's head that arrived silently seemed to have rolled from the head of the former to the ground on the shore.