The paintings of the ruined temples have fallen, and the empty mountains have long vegetation.
After hearing this, the Lord no longer lies in Nanyang.
Du Gongbu spent half his life wandering around, and finally settled down in a thatched cottage in Sichuan. When he had nothing to do, he went to the Wuhou Temple to worship and pay homage. However, he saw that the murals in the temple were faded, the pines and cypresses were dense, the empty mountains outside the temple were silent, and the grass and trees in front of the steps The vine grew long, so I felt inspired and wrote this eternally famous poem: Wuhou Temple.
Since ancient times, heroes have cherished each other.
Du Gongbu spent his whole life worrying about the country and the people, but he was unable to realize his ambitions even when he was old. He paid homage to Wuhou Temple with a melancholy mood. The mountain wind sobbed and the trees were filled with sadness. Suddenly, he felt that the past events were still vivid in his mind, and he couldn't help sighing.
The success covers three parts of the country and is called the Eight Formations.
The stone in the river will not turn, and the regret will be swallowed by Wu.
Du Gongbu's life-long dream is to be like Zhuge Kongming, dedicated to the country and the people, but he was born at the wrong time, leaving only regrets.
He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears.
Zhuge Kongming's regret is also the regret of the Shu people.
Later generations also wrote many poems to commemorate Zhuge Wuhou. Bai Juyi, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, who was an official of the second rank, also wrote: The master is hiding in the mountains and forests, and he has visited the holy master three times. Fish can only find water when they reach Nanyang, and dragons can fly to heaven and Han can become Lin. Tuogu was not only diligent and courteous, but also devoted to serving the country with loyalty. The memorials of his disciples before and after his death are here, making people cry at the sight of them.
It is because of the many literati who have written immortal chapters that future generations remember and respect Zhuge Kongming more and more. In Shu, there are countless Wuhou temples.
This Wuhou Temple was built in this wilderness. It must have been funded by a person who respected Zhuge Kongming very much. Maybe he wanted Zhuge Wuhou to rest in the green water and green mountains to see what this peaceful and prosperous age would look like.
It can be seen from the width of the road that when this temple was first built, there were no tourists coming to worship. It only looked desolate due to its disrepair for many years.
The temple is not big, with two courtyards.
The front yard is deserted, but the back yard is kept comfortable and clean. Firewood is piled in the corner, and the water tank under the eaves of the temple is filled with water.
Apparently someone was guarding and living in this temple.
The temple door was ajar. Not only had Xuanyuan stepped into the temple door, he heard someone sighing: "Hey, are you planning to starve to death before I give up? Can't you temporarily change your habit of gambling when you meet people?" change?"
The voice was cold, but judging from the tone, the speaker was not only very familiar with Xuanyuan, but he paused many times when he spoke, and his energy seemed to be lacking.
Xuanyuan not only laughed, he picked up the wine and roast chicken in his hand and shook them at the man, saying, "Isn't this coming? Don't worry, I won't starve you to death."
Following the words, he looked around and saw a Taoist in gray clothes lying on an old wooden couch in the temple. His face was slightly pale and he seemed to be unable to even sit up. It seemed that this Taoist was either injured or sick.
He took the wine and food from Xuanyuan Guang's hand and started eating on his own. He took a few bites of roast chicken, drank a big sip of wine, and then took a few breaths.
Xuanyuan not only said contemptuously: "Eat and drink slowly, be careful not to choke to death, and no one will snatch it from you, so don't behave like a starving ghost reincarnated."
The gray-clothed Taoist snorted coldly: "You have had enough to eat and drink in the city, so of course you won't rob. You can try to starve here for a long time like me..."
Xuanyuan not only scratched his head, but seemed to feel a little embarrassed. He chuckled and said, "I have eaten and drank enough, but I didn't deliberately delay my return. You must not have guessed who I met in the city?"
"Have you seen a ghost?" The gray-clothed Taoist replied angrily without raising his head.
"Absolutely. He is a person who should have turned into a ghost long ago, but he prefers to sit quietly in a restaurant and drink, so I can't figure it out." Xuanyuan not only seemed to be deliberately trying to whet the appetite of the Taoist in Gray.
"Oh." Unfortunately, the Taoist priest in gray didn't fall for the trick and just said lightly.
"A batch of red goods worth 100,000 taels of gold, and fourteen bodyguards with excellent martial arts skills, met with an accident overnight. The bodyguard was lost and everyone died, and he was the only one left alive. Do you think it's strange or not? ?" Xuanyuan not only said this, but also glanced at the Taoist in gray to see if he was moved by it.
Huiyi Daoshang didn't show any expression on his face, but he stopped eating meat and drinking wine unconsciously.
Xuanyuan not only chuckled secretly, but continued: "He looked like he had been drunk for several days, but at that restaurant, he asked for a bottle of wine, but he didn't drink a sip, and finally gave the bottle of wine away To a beggar..."
Xuanyuan not only stopped deliberately, but also took a peek at the Taoist in gray clothes. Seeing that the Taoist in gray clothes was still unmoved, he snorted coldly and sighed deliberately: "What's even weirder is that that's a beggar who shouldn't be there at all." , It’s so strange for two people to sit and drink together, I can’t figure it out, I can’t figure it out.”
The Taoist in gray finally raised his eyes and stared at Xuanyuan Buguang, and said coldly with a straight face: "You don't need to deliberately try to interest me. I know that the person you are talking about is Tang Xiaotian, the new chief escort of the Evergreen Escort Bureau. He should What does not wanting to die have to do with you? Why do you use him as a shield? Although I am complaining that you come back late, I am not angry, because if I were to go out to buy wine and meat, I would probably come back later than you. "
After the gray-clothed Taoist finished speaking, he couldn't help but smile. He seemed to feel that this was not in line with his usual style, and then he kept a straight face and stopped looking at Xuanyuan.
Xuanyuan not only snatched the wine jar from the Taoist in gray clothes, raised his neck and took a gulp of it, stretched out his sleeve to wipe it on his mouth, burped with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Why don't you ask the man who is with Tang Xiaotian?" Who is the beggar drinking?”
The Taoist in gray sneered: "A beggar is a beggar, how can he be the leader of the Beggar Clan?"
"Although he is not the leader of the Beggar Clan, his status is not much lower than that of the leader of the Beggar Clan." Xuanyuan not only seemed to want to seduce the Taoist in Gray to the end.
"Whether you want to talk or not, I'm not interested in knowing." The Taoist in gray gnawed down a piece of roast chicken, then held the chicken with his thumb and index finger and chewed it carefully.
Xuanyuan not only walked slowly to the Taoist in gray, but also sat down on the wooden couch and said slowly: "This beggar should have been the left guardian of the Beggar Clan, but he also has a more powerful identity."
"Elder Wei? What other identity does he have?" The Taoist in gray swallowed the piece of roast chicken and finally showed some interest.
"The best thief in the world!" Xuanyuan said not only word by word.
"Pfft..." The wine that the gray-clothed Taoist was drinking in his mouth spurted out. He turned back and glared at Xuanyuan Buguang, as if he wanted to know if this man was going crazy.
Xuanyuan not only stared at him, but tried his best to act like he wasn't crazy at all.
The two of them stared at each other like this. For a long time, the Taoist in gray seemed to have figured out what Xuanyuan Buguang meant.
"You mean that Sikong Zhaiyue is pretending to be Elder Wei and is pestering Tang Xiaotian?" The Taoist in gray looked disbelieving.
"Well, it's true." Xuanyuan nodded and smiled.
"But why did he pretend to be Elder Wei and approach Tang Xiaotian? Has he discovered something?" The Taoist in gray seemed to be talking to himself.
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Xuanyuan smiled mysteriously.
The Taoist priest in gray raised his head and looked outside the courtyard, seemingly puzzled: "Did he follow you?"
Xuanyuan not only laughed and said: "He is here, but he doesn't know how to drink like us. He may also like to lie on the eaves and drink the wind."
"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" The gray-clothed Taoist confirmed again.
"I didn't even look, so how could I have seen it wrong, but I couldn't hear it wrong. Although he claims to be the best in the world in Qinggong, my ears are naturally a hundred times more sensitive than ordinary people. I don't need to look back, and I know Someone is following me secretly, who else can be so close to me except him?" Xuanyuan couldn't help but feel proud when he mentioned his own hearing ability.
Sikong Zhaiyue, who was standing on the eaves outside the courtyard, wanted to give herself a slap in the face, but despite all the calculations, she actually forgot about it.
Xuanyuan was not only addicted to gambling all his life, but he also had his own merits. Ordinary people could be considered very powerful if they could hear the sound and identify the location. A master like him could even hear the number of the dice.
The Taoist in gray looked at where Sikong Zhaiyue was hiding and said coldly: "Since we are reunited with old friends, why not come in and have a drink?"
"Hahaha, I never thought that Bashan swordsman Liu Yunfei would dare to entertain guests with wine even though he was seriously injured. I admire him..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Zhaiyue, who was still dressed as a beggar gang, stepped down and stood leisurely in the courtyard with his hands behind his hands.
