[Thank you to the millionaire: Nine Heavens Divine Sword 12000]
Danxuan's soft voice sounded ethereal, as if it had entered his memories.
"At that time, I had begun to realize that I was different. I felt that I was out of tune with everything around me. I could never feel happy and I was always uninterested in everything around me.
And the scariest thing is that from that day on, I have the same dream every night.
In the dream, I have been moving forward with difficulty, and my heart is very sad...
I was wearing a very dilapidated cassock, twisting rosary beads from dead wood in my hands, and walking barefoot on the hot desert.
The desert sand was so hot that it made my whole body feel like it was on fire. My throat was extremely thirsty and painful. I wanted to ask for a glass of water, but I couldn't.
Every time I struggled in that horrible nightmare, and when I woke up, I was covered in sweat.
And every time I woke up, my fever would reach over 40 degrees Celsius. I would drink water like crazy to catch my breath, as if I had just escaped from the desert.
At that time, I asked my father why I had such a nightmare.
And my father shook his head and said that he didn't know either. Not only him, but his father and his father's father didn't know either.
But they always pass down something from their ancestors, which can be regarded as the origin of our bloodline..."
After Danxuan finished speaking, he reached into the inner arms of the cassock and took out the things he had kept in his arms...
It was a long object carefully wrapped with fine silk cloth. After the outer silk cloth was opened, a section of silk yarn with a very crisp texture was exposed inside.
Chen Zhi has seen this kind of thing. This kind of silk yarn is from the Tang Dynasty.
The textile technology of the Tang Dynasty could be said to have reached its pinnacle, especially the yarn fabrics used by the royal family, whose workmanship was simply heavenly.
Legend has it that one of Concubine Yang's socks could be put on seven layers, but you can still see the small cinnabar mole on her heel.
But this piece of silk yarn is faded, and because of its age, it is almost broken into dregs.
Danxuan very carefully peeled off the silk gauze, revealing a golden jade butterfly inside.
The jade plate was rectangular in shape, only the size of a shell, but it was inlaid with gold and suet jade.
There are some words engraved on it in old Tang and Han scripts. Because they are well preserved, they can still be read clearly.
"This is a good test
The son of Princess Gaoyang, the seventeenth daughter of Emperor Taizong's civil and military sage, prepare!
If you don't have the privilege of being paid, you will be given the status of a commoner."
"Husband?
Princess Gaoyang?",
Fat Wei immediately opened his eyes and looked at Danxuan:
"Oh, my God,
Master, your background is quite domineering. After a long time of trouble, you are a descendant of Princess Gaoyang!"
“The donor was so polite!”,
Danxuan looked at Pangwei with a smile, twirling the beads with both hands,
"It should be said that the poor monk is the descendant of the illegitimate son of Princess Gaoyang."
"Is this your true purpose?",
Chen Zhi raised his eyes and looked at Danxuan,
"A son-in-law is a child born out of wedlock. Judging from the records of the royal family, it has been determined that your bloodline is the descendant of illegitimate children.
No status or honor will be given to you.
But if according to official historical records, Princess Gaoyang had an affair with Master Bianji, and Master Bianji was eventually sentenced to beheaded in half, and he could not resist until he died.
All these prove that the debate master should be an ordinary human being.
Princess Gaoyang has been imprisoned since then and can no longer contact any man. So this illegitimate child must have been left behind by his adulterer at the time.
According to historical records, Master Bianji has never left the Central Plains in his life. He is just an ordinary human skin. How could he leave behind your offspring with an abnormal lifespan?
If this adulterer is not a master of defense, then who is the master of defense taking the blame for?
The most important thing is that the person who made this virtuous and respected young monk with a bright future willing to be the scapegoat and the person who silenced the entire Buddhist sect must not be an ordinary person.
Your real purpose is not to find out the identity of the mummy in the darkroom, but to know the origin of your paternal line, right?"
"right!",
Danxuan put his palms together and bowed deeply to Chen Zhi,
"Thousands of years of vicissitudes of life,
What happened more than 1,300 years ago has long been buried in the sand.
But our family still continues in the darkness, and our loneliness and pain are unimaginable to you.
Because we don’t know the origin of our paternal line, we don’t pay much attention to our surnames, and we have changed our surnames several times in several generations.
This is not the first time that a dove has occupied a magpie's nest and taken over other people's identities to protect oneself.
We have always felt very inferior and ashamed in our hearts. It seems that the name of the descendant of an illegitimate child more than 1,000 years ago is still passed down in our blood.
I know this is ridiculous, but I can never get rid of it.
My father passed away 20 years ago.
I think I still have a few decades left in my life, so it’s okay to die. It’s not a pity to die.
But there is one thing in my life that I am not willing to accept, and I still have a trace of obsession. Whose descendant am I?
What is it that makes us so different from generation to generation?
Could I be the descendant of a monster? This is not the first time I have had such delusions.
Also, why do I often dream about walking in that harsh desert? Who is that person holding Buddhist beads and walking barefoot? Could he be my real ancestor?
In the past 100 years, the poor monk has searched for all historical materials at home and abroad, and knows that Xuanzang traveled through the vast deserts of the Western Regions during his journey to the west, experienced many difficulties and dangers, and almost died. According to legend, he saw many monsters and monsters.
I always have an unfounded guess that something must have happened in the desert on the way westward, but it has not been recorded...
In the end, I tried my best to enter Tianfa Temple and became the abbot here. Finally, I entered the darkroom here and saw the mummy.
When I saw the body, I knew that what I had suspected all along was right.
Although there is no definite evidence, I know that there must be another truth hidden in the mythical journey to the West spread across the land of China.
And the truth is hidden in this corpse, including the mystery of my life experience..."