The next day, the sky was clear and clear, just like yesterday.
Last night, Shanhai drew a special terrain formation on paper and did divination. Putting the judge's pen down, the position where it fell was indeed south, slightly west. After packing up, they all gathered at the door of the silversmith shop, preparing to say goodbye to Yun Ge. Furthermore, Mu Wan was not sure about her itinerary - she wanted to find Nawa Jinhua, so she planned to come to Yun Ge to inquire more about her today.
Although she didn't tell Dai Luan about this, she seemed to notice it and was unhappy on the road. She also knew that Shanhai only said that he would accompany Mu Wan to Jintong Township, but did not tell him the way below. The two of them have different goals, and it is only a matter of time before they part ways.
After getting off their horses and walking to the door of the blacksmith shop, they saw a closed notice. Before he finished reading, Yun Ge came out of the house carrying his luggage. They were a little surprised. Seeing this, he was also planning to leave Jintong Township.
"What are you...?" Shanhai asked him.
"I'm determined to set out to find the last viola flower."
"You mean, you know where it is?" Mu Wan's expression was complicated.
Yun Ge shook his head and said honestly: "No. It was because the clues were too elusive that I had no intention of looking for them. But yesterday, I saw Lord Ruyue's Huangquan Bell with my own eyes and was amazed by its miraculous craftsmanship. I can’t stop. I know that there is still a long distance between me and my father. Spending my life here eating and waiting for death is one way, and going to find flowers and coming back to ask him clearly is also the way.”
"It's a good thing if you can think about it."
Shan Hai said this to him in an ordinary way, but Mu Wan found it a little strange. Maybe I am not a craftsman, and it is difficult for me to feel that something spontaneously stimulates my heart.
"By the way, Taoist Master Lin... what my father taught me during his lifetime, in addition to the skills and crafts, there is also a sentence. But I am just a rough man and I don't understand it well. Can you explain it to me?"
These words seemed to have been carefully considered rather than thought of impromptuly. It seemed that at least Shanhai had left a good impression on him, making him willing to say these words. Shan Hai nodded and asked him to speak:
"What is 'to the original heart'?"
Lin Shanhai was speechless for a moment.
Although Shan Hai also came from a Taoist sect, he had read many obscure books. But to be honest, he himself didn't like this kind of thing. Theory and practice are two different things. The most taboo thing for him is empty talk on paper. After all, he has seen a lot of the world, and he understands that there is a deep gap between ideal and reality. Who would have thought that Yun Ge would suddenly come up with such a false statement, and it was hard for him to deal with it for a while.
If you think about it more carefully, since it was said by the master craftsman Yun Mace, he naturally has his own reasons for practicing it. But lines are separated by mountains, and although many principles in the world are interoperable, Shanhai is not a craftsman, and he doesn't like to pretend to understand, so he can only interpret it based on his own feelings.
"Lin has little talent and little knowledge, and can only understand the literal meaning. 'Zhi' means realization, which may be a process of knowing and doing at the same time; the original intention should be the flow of original intention, conscience, and original intention. How to combine and interpret it, I I don’t know…”
Yun Ge seemed to understand and nodded, and answered him: "My understanding is similar to yours, but more superficial. I can't say that I have a lot of emotion after listening to your words, but I have kept them in my heart. I will be confused from now on. When the time comes, I will think more about it.”
"The four seas are vast, mountains and rivers are always there, and the rivers and lakes will meet again."
"Goodbye."
Looking at Yun Ge's retreating back, Dai Luan suddenly thought of something.
"Mu Wan won't go with him?"
The nominee sighed and said somewhat helplessly:
"It is said that there is only one flower left. If he really finds it, he will take it back to his hometown. How can I wait for Mr. Yingyue to deliver it to my door? Let's find another way. What he said is right, how to get there, not Are they all roads?"
Dai Luan was much happy, and the previous gloom on her face was gone.
Walking on the wide dirt road and riding a horse, Mu Wan suddenly remembered Ru Yuejun's words. She reached into her clothes and took out the sachet at her waist. This sachet is not big, but it is a bit heavy. I don’t know what spices are inside. It is very old, the pattern is a bit dull, and the background color seems to have been a very bright turquoise. It had been so long that she had already forgotten what the sachet smelled like. She only remembered that her parents had prepared it when she was born. When she got older, it still had a faint fragrance, and it smelled very reassuring.
Now she pinched it and smelled it, but there was really no fragrance at all.
"That's it?" Shan Hai glanced at her.
"A sachet. My mother said it is an amulet to keep you safe."
"Is this so?"
Dai Luan suddenly turned her head behind Mu Wan and said to him:
"By the way, Shanhai, when we were at the Qi family, do you still remember? You once told me that humans are more terrifying, and ghosts are killed by humans."
"I think I said that."
"I thought it sounded familiar at the time, but now that I think about it, Lord Kisaragi said something to me when I was a child."
"What words?"
"It's easier to draw ghosts than to draw people, but it's even harder to draw people's hearts. What does this mean?"
Mu Wan joked, saying that you are just giving him problems.
"No, you always make things difficult for me." Although he complained like this, he was not very unhappy. "I have heard the first part of this sentence before. The superficial meaning is that it is very easy to arbitrarily judge unreasonable things out of thin air, but real talent can be learned But it takes a lot of effort, and if you are a little inferior, you will lose it. However, since this is the second half of the sentence... maybe I just want to say that people's hearts are complicated."
"So..." Mu Wan seemed to have remembered something, "Maybe there is a preface or sequel to the original intention."
"……makes sense."
However, now that we are separated from Yun Ge, no matter how much we talk about it, it will be of no use. Rather than finding Wa Jinhua, Shan Hai hopes that he can understand his father's meaning as soon as possible and become an equally or better craftsman.
No one said anything unnecessary on the road, and Shanhai couldn't help but recall Lord Jiyue's words. Growing up, he had met Lord Jiyue many times, but never got along well with him. He only knew that he was a bit casual, but also quite leisurely and elegant. He probably knows his character, and as for his friend named Liangyue-kun, he shouldn't be a huge evil person.
Besides, Mr. Jiyue is indeed busy with business.
Following the order of that lord, he had just arrived at a village—it was said to be a village, but it was almost indistinguishable from ruins. There is nothing here, and the densely covered plants on the building look like layers of thick dark green cloth. It has been abandoned for more than 20 years at least.
His eyes were still covered with black silk, and he carried the stringless piano behind his back.
This guqin must be a century-old guqin, and the plum blossoms on its body can be vaguely seen. However, this piano is made of pure antler frost, and the broken grain makes it even more precious. The Qin Zhen is made of jade, and the Qin emblem is made of some kind of shellfish. The wood is made of none other than golden nan. It's just that it's been too long, and the place without the fetus has become ebony. The wood of golden nan is between tung and fir, but this piano is not made of orthodox golden nan, but a coffin, which makes the whole body exude a cold atmosphere.
There were also patches of mottled, dark red blood.
There was no trace of the road on this overgrown road, which made it difficult for him to walk. But the impact is no different from that of ordinary people, and it will not be more difficult just because Lord Jiyue cannot see. After all, there was a gentle breeze here, and the houses and trees blown by the wind made slight friction, telling him all about the appearance of the place it passed.
The wind told him that this was once a prosperous town.
The bustling street scene and the noisy market. People are jostling one after another and traffic is busy; the past pavilions, towers and silver palaces are all vivid in my mind. As you walk, you seem to pass by someone. The shouts of vendors, the bells on carriages, and the ping-pong of dishes in restaurants are all constant and lively.
But that's all just an illusion.
Every wall is covered with dense vines, and every tile is covered with thick moss. Apart from the sound of the wind, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of unknown little demons walking through the alleys and grass, there were no other sounds. The walls covered with notices have been weathered and the torn pieces of paper are blurred. Through the dirty glass covered with plants, the house's uncared for furniture accumulated a thick layer of dust.
He picked a house, pushed open the broken door, and walked in. There were still rotten and decomposed dishes on the table, and when the cabinet was opened, valuable things were still inside. Every house is, under the ashes of time, the same ordinary days with a strong smell of fireworks.
Not a single person, not a complete dead person.
I don’t know if these corpses were mutilated from the beginning, or maybe they were carved up by wild beasts after they died. Halfway through the soil, half of a human skull was exposed, already covered with a layer of dirty dust. There was a hand bone hanging by the window, as if something had torn its body away. There are many more such messy and incomplete human bones.
In the center of the ruined city is an open-air altar. More bones were piled here.
But, not as a sacrifice - but at the banquet. There were incomplete strips of cloth hanging on them. Mr. Jiyue bent down and touched them. He felt that they were very high-grade fabrics, and he must have had a distinguished status during his lifetime. If you feel it further, you will find that the bones are relatively complete, except that the bones in the abdomen feel slightly rough and frosted. If he had a pair of ordinary eyes, he would definitely find that the bones in those parts were all dark red, as if they were tempered with poison. There are many Yin and Yang Dao magic tools placed around it.
What happened here - maybe a failed sacrifice angered the ghosts and gods, or maybe it was something else. The out-of-control power killed almost all the Onmyoji present, rushed out of the altar, and swept the entire town with destruction and panic. Many people died - those who survived did not even have time to clean up their belongings, so they abandoned the belongings they had accumulated throughout their lives and fled for their lives in a hurry.
"Yayoi Yayoi...is that right?"
