"On April 17, the 20th year of Yuan Zhang, it rained constantly. I recall that it got even worse last year, and there was even a snowfall in May.
Mr. Zhao said that he would solve the problem and took me and Cheng Ting to live in Mo Mansion for a while. Before solving the problem, I read "Shu Jing Zhengyi" and learned a lot.
It's just that the Mo family was filled with the bitter smell of medicine. As soon as they entered, they drank a bowl of poison-clearing medicine. It seemed that they wanted to detain Cheng Ting and I here. Looking at Mr. Zhao's expression, it was probably that Mo Lingfeng was ill.
, and it’s related to the two of us, could it be an epidemic?
Where did the epidemic come from in Kuanzhou?”
Wu Jin put down the pen, with thousands of thoughts and threads stirring in his mind, forming a cocoon containing secrets.
He slowly peeled off the cocoons in his heart, refusing to be vague in the slightest. Even if it touched a secret that could crush him, he still had to be clear and clear - you can't live in ambiguity in your life.
After a cup of tea, he thought of the man who asked for directions - the mandarin he spoke, every word pronounced very clearly, the clothes he wore, the light in the dark night, and the group of people who were very close to them when they left.
He was an unknown person, someone who came prepared. The hem of his clothes brushed against him, and the whirlpool of the battle between the imperial power and the dragon also wet his feet.
He figured it out, but he didn't write it down in his diary. Instead, he put away his pen and ink and sat quietly at the table thinking about what he had thought about today. After a while, he was about to get up and spread the quilt when a burst of baby birds suddenly came from outside the window.
It was quite sad, so he got up and walked to the window, opened it and looked out.
As soon as the window was opened, the screams could be heard more clearly, but everything in front of him was pitch black.
The sky was already unclear, and Jiusixuan also had huge shadows cast by ancient trees, covering everything in darkness. Only the sound of the wind howled and wandered away.
Wu Jin held the candlestick on the table and opened the door. A gust of wind blew at the beginning, blowing all the sleeves of his robe back. Fortunately, the candle was covered by the lampshade and illuminated his feet.
He followed the cry and looked for it, and saw under an elm tree where three people were hugging each other. Baby babblers descended from their nests and landed on a nest of green and oily moss, but there was no big bird.
Wu Jin placed the candlestick firmly on the ground, took off his outer shirt, shoes and socks, rolled up his sleeves and trousers, took off his headscarf, wrapped the slightly damaged bird's nest, hung it carefully around his waist, and climbed up using his hands and feet.
The old tree was towering and its branches were extremely high. He climbed very high before he found a place to place the bird's nest.
After placing the bird's nest, he looked down and unexpectedly saw part of Mo Mansion under the night sky.
The lights were bright, and the servants were walking back and forth like ants, making a silent noise. Strangely, he saw Mo Qianlan in the square yard.
Mo Qianlan covered her mouth and nose, came out of a room with closed doors and windows, said a few words to Zhao Shiheng outside the door, stepped down the stone steps, suddenly her feet were empty, her body tilted, and she fell down.
Zhao Shiheng and the people waiting around him were all shocked and stretched out their hands to help, but no one had time.
Mo Qianlan, who had pale skin, looked like a jade mountain, falling and shattering to the ground under the light.
The servants swarmed over and helped him up, but there seemed to be movement in the house. He didn't have time to dust himself off and returned to the house.
Zhao Shiheng stood outside the door and paced back and forth anxiously.
Wu Jin withdrew her gaze and looked under the tree. She climbed down towards the light and stood barefoot on the ground. She lowered her head to look at the dark green and dark brown marks on her inner clothes. Her worry for Mo Lingfeng suddenly became stronger.
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However, Mo Lingfeng's condition was dangerous, with high fevers that came one after another. Two days had passed, and the rash had not yet appeared, but the high fever never went away.
On the third day, Mo Qianlan saw that the rash was only on his head and face, but could not come out of his body. He could not sit still no matter what.
After nightfall, he quietly left the house. With only Zhao Shiheng by his side, he rode two fast horses up to the Xiongshi Gorge. There were also temples in Kuanzhou City, and there were many people and the incense was strong. However, there were many people with mixed voices.
At that time, Xiongshan Temple was more appropriate.
Halfway through the hour, the two of them walked to the mountain gate. Zhao Shiheng came forward and knocked on the door, alerting the young monks in the temple and welcoming the two pilgrims.
The temple is small, quiet, and almost perfect in solemnity. The Buddha statues are solemn and solemn, sitting firmly in the temple. At night when no one is worshiping, they reveal their true colors, looking at all living beings indifferently and arrogantly.
The arrival of Mo Qianlan broke this perfection, and the lights suddenly illuminated the Mahavira Palace, driving away the demons and monsters in the darkness, making Sakyamuni sympathize with the world again, and the eighteen Arhats lined up neatly, showing compassion and love.
Mo Qianlan was about to kneel down and pray, but he stood in front of the Buddha and did not kneel down.
The whole hall was filled with firelight, casting a layer of gold foil on his body. He smelled the incense and remembered that he did not believe in gods and ghosts.
There was a roar of wind outside the hall. He slowly knelt down and silently raised his head to look at the Buddha. The face of the Buddha's clay sculpture still looked at him with compassion, as if it could understand his words and deeds and recall his past requests.
He prostrated himself on the ground and said, "Please Buddha, please subdue the demon of death in Ah Gu's body. I still have this empty skin bag alive. If Buddha wants it, take it all - I only have this one sister. No matter what, you must allow me this time."
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As he spoke, his face was filled with tears. He touched his head to the ground and his shoulders trembled. After a while, he straightened up and put away his tears.
He also thought that since he had not worshiped Buddha for many years, he had to kneel for a longer time to show his sincerity.
Zhao Shiheng stood aside, not looking at the Buddha or Mo Qianlan, but only looking at the yellow flags hanging from the beams, and recognizing the writing on them.
Xiongshan Temple is close to the canyon, and the room is full of humidity. Mo Qianlan knelt on the mat and felt the moisture penetrate through the layers of clothes and penetrate into his knees.
Four-quarters of an hour later, his whole body was cold and his face was pale. He knelt for another four-quarters of an hour and could no longer notice where his knees were.
He looked at Zhao Shiheng: "Shiheng, give me a hand."
Zhao Shiheng also turned his gaze away from the banner, stretched out his hand to help Mo Qianlan stand up, and the two of them walked out of the main hall and the mountain gate step by step.
The night was dark, Mo Qianlan looked back at the mountain gate, staggered forward, and suddenly said to Zhao Shiheng in the dark night: "When I was young, I fought with Cheng Taishan. Cheng Taishan was as strong as an ox, and I was always beaten.
, I came to beg Buddha to let me become as strong as Cheng Taishan. Later, my father asked me to practice martial arts, and Cheng Taishan was indeed no match for me."
Zhao Shiheng laughed: "It's not the fault of Buddha."
Mo Qianlan nodded: "When my father was seriously ill, I came to pay my respects, but he still left. At that time, my father was the uncle of Guangchuan and could not be replaced by hereditary people. When my father died, many people suddenly came to the family.
They took off the plaque, and said that I was young and ignorant, and that there might be illegal things in my house. They ransacked the house like a ransack, and after they left, most of the things in the house were missing."
After many years, the humiliation and fear at that time have faded away, and the words were calm. Zhao Shiheng listened, but he still couldn't bear it.
"Later, Your Majesty - he summoned me to the capital, saying that he would favor me and let me be the governor. I felt uneasy. Before entering the capital, I also came to ask the Buddha to bless me for safety. It was peaceful in the capital, but I didn't know that I would leave the capital.
I fell to pieces on the road, and the Imperial Medical Office gave me powerful medicine to save my life. I lay in bed, thinking that the Buddha did not care for me."
The road was narrow. Zhao Shiheng had one foot deep and one foot shallow. His lameness became obvious. Hearing this, he whispered: "Listening to the wind is a blessed person, and the Buddha will definitely care for him."