On the carriage, the priest was sitting there with his eyes closed and meditating. He obviously loved the scenery of the country, but at this moment he seemed to have no interest in the beautiful scenery outside the window. Chen Weiwei could tell that the priest seemed to have a heavy heart.
It doesn't seem like it's that far from Bipo Manor to Beiting Mountain, but there is a saying among the people... you'll run to death if you look up the mountain.
The apparent distance and the actual distance traveled are not the same thing at all.
Fortunately, it was another important person they were waiting for, and he sent a letter saying that he would arrive in at least three days.
Therefore, it is not too late to take a trip to Beiting Mountain in these three days, and it will not seem too hasty.
"Master, we are almost here."
Chen Weiwei reminded him softly.
Priest Si Li slowly opened his eyes. He smiled at Chen Wei and said, "Didn't you take a break?"
Chen Weiwei said: "Disciple doesn't dare, lest I wake up the master by mistake."
Priest Si Li hummed and glanced at the window of the carriage. Chen Weiwei immediately raised his hand to open the curtain.
"I was supposed to see how charming Qingshan is..."
Priest Si Li said softly.
He looked at Beiting Mountain, which was already in front of him, and said with a somewhat serious tone: "But I see that loyal bones are buried in this green mountain, and the green mountain sees me as an old friend."
Chen Weiwei's mood became heavy because of these words.
"The expedition outside the territory ensured the peace and health of my country, the Great Jade. General Liu Jigong and tens of thousands of cowardly soldiers should be recorded in the annals of history and remembered by future generations."
Seeing that the car had arrived at the bottom of the mountain, the priest in charge of the ceremony said softly: "The car and horses should not go to the entrance of the cemetery. Let's walk over."
They didn't wear Yang Gong's divine robes. Those clothes were too eye-catching. This time they came to Dongbo, and what they wanted to do had to be kept secret.
When we got off the bus, a few villagers passed by. They were not surprised and smiled politely and kindly at them.
When I arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, I looked up and saw a circle of flowers surrounding the statue of General Liu Jigong.
A young man who looked to be in his twenties walked up to them. He looked very honest, but not in the stupid way.
The young man's eyes were bright.
"Are these distinguished guests from Dayu?"
the young man asked.
Chen nodded slightly: "We are businessmen from Dayu. We passed by here and came here specially to take a look."
The young man said: "At this time of year, many people come from the caravan from Dayu. Even those who have not passed through this place will make a detour to take a look."
Chen Weiwei was about to ask why, but immediately held back, because once asked, their identity would appear suspicious.
After thinking for a moment, he understood what was going on, because in June, the Cowardly Army was completely wiped out in Beiting Mountain.
The court did not mention this battle too much, and even the name of General Liu Jigong was not emphasized to the people.
But beauties have feelings, so beauties have not forgotten.
"That's the flower garden over there."
The dark-skinned young man pointed: "You can go over there to pick flowers."
Chen Weiwei took out his money bag, and the young man shook his head: "No money, those flowers are planted for the soldiers of the Cowardly Army."
Chen Weiwei was stunned.
The young man smiled and said: "My name is Salang. I am from the village at the foot of the mountain. I will go to work first. If you need anything, call me."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
When Chen Weiwei and the others arrived, Salang was pulling weeds in the cemetery and getting rid of the messy-looking weeds.
There were also several villagers cleaning with brooms, very seriously, and no one was perfunctory.
Chen Weiwei asked: "Are you the people sent by the local government to take care of things here?"
Salang turned back: "No, just like me, they are all from the village at the foot of the mountain."
Chen Weiwei: "The government didn't ask you to clean it, but you came here on your own initiative?"
Salang said: "Yes, people in the village have come up in turn every day for more than ten years, no matter the wind or rain."
Chen Weiwei said: "I thought it was an errand sent to you."
After a moment of silence, Salang looked at Chen Weiwei and said, "There is no need to be reminded or supervised by others to express gratitude. If so, then this gratitude must be fake. If you even know gratitude, Anyone who needs to be reminded to supervise this kind of thing must not be a good person."
He looked at the unmarked tombstones in the cemetery: "We remember it ourselves, and we will let the next generation remember it."
Chen Wei took a deep breath, then bowed to Salang and the others.
"On behalf of the beauty, thank you all."
Salang and the others always come to clean up, which is a sign of gratitude from Dongbo people, and Chen Weiwei's bow is a sign of gratitude from the beauty.
Salang shook his head: "No need to thank us, just come here more often, they..."
Salang looked at the unnamed tombstones in the cemetery again: "It has been more than ten years, they must miss their family members."
The Priest of Ceremony sighed: "I don't know what I have seen, and I don't know the hearts of the people in Dongbo."
As he walked, he said: "The people over there in Geling are still saying that the Dongbo people are vulgar, barbaric, and uncivilized... Only after seeing them have I realized that the people here are much better than the people in Geling." They all need to be more sensible."
They walked to the statue of General Liu Jigong. After a moment of silence, the priest lifted up his robe and knelt down.
Chen Weiwei quickly supported him: "Master, no."
Priest Si Li said: "I am not a priest of the palace at this time, I am just a beautiful woman who is protected by the general."
After saying that, he knelt down.
Chen Weiwei immediately lifted her robe and knelt down, and several of her followers also knelt down.
The priest who presided over the ceremony kowtowed.
"General, for more than ten years, Dayu is well and the people are well. General, please rest assured."
After saying this, the priest turned back and stretched out his hand, and his men immediately handed over the wine they had brought.
The priest opened the wine and sprinkled it in front of the stone statue.
"Try the hometown wine, General."
Chen Weiwei knelt behind Priest Si Li, feeling so sad that he didn't even dare to look up.
I'm afraid that when he looks up, he will see the stone statue smiling kindly at him and saying... You are Dayu's descendant, which is great.
I will not forget Dayu, and Dayu will not forget me.
After the obeisance, the priest stood up and his entourage brought a cart of wine. He asked everyone to open it and sprinkle as much as possible in front of each tombstone.
"Chen Weiwei, follow me for a walk up the mountain."
Priest Si Li raised his head and looked high, and Chen Weiwei responded quickly.
The men were toasting, and they walked slowly up the stone path.
"The emperor once thought of coming to Beiting Mountain to have a look, but he was dissuaded by the court officials."
Priest Si Li said as he walked: "At that time the emperor obeyed them, but you should remember that sooner or later the emperor will come."
Chen Weiwei's heart moved.
Thinking of the previous case of Xie Yelan's rebellion, Chen Weiwei's mind suddenly became enlightened.
The emperor is going to settle an old score.
When the emperor still had no power, he played the role of a faint king. Now in Dayu, no one can control the emperor.
Look, not long ago, the emperor used the blood of King Ye's lineage to make amends for the soldiers who were fighting outside the territory.
The two of them walked to the mountainside, which was completely bare. After more than ten years, there were not even many weeds.
Seeing this scene, I can still feel a little bit about how terrible and cruel the mountain fire was back then.
"Master, when I came to Dongbo this time, the person I contacted was a close aide of the King of Dongbo. This matter..."
Chen Weiwei looked at Priest Si Li: "Is there anything wrong?"
The person he was talking about was Jinyi Hou Ningshu, the richest man and the first businessman in Dongbo.
Everyone knows that Ning Shu belongs to the King of Dongbo. In the past few years, he has been summoned by the King of Dongbo several times.
I heard that all the supplies needed by the Dongbo Palace now come from Ning Shu's hands.
The Priest Priest Li said slowly: "The Master said he is trustworthy, so of course he is trustworthy."
Chen nodded slightly: "Disciple just feels a little uneasy."
Priest Si Li said: "Do you know why I want to bring you here to see it?"
Chen Weiwei didn't answer. He knew when to just listen quietly.
The priest said: "I brought you here not only because I want you to pay homage to the dead with me, but also because I want you to understand that as a citizen of Dayu, you should be willing to die for Dayu. As a disciple of the shrine, , You should be determined to die for the palace."
Chen leaned slightly and said, "Disciple, please remember this."
Priest Priest Li walked up the mountain again: "Let's go to a higher place and have a look."
Chen Weiwei followed, thinking about what Priest Si Li said.
Priest Si Li said: "At the beginning of the emperor's accession to the throne, Dayu entered a very difficult period. During the battle outside the territory more than ten years ago, Dayu also encountered a very difficult period."
He walked slowly and spoke calmly.
"You should know that the duty of every temple disciple is to protect the Central Plains."
Chen Weiwei said: "Disciple will always remember it."
Priest Si Li said: "When it is necessary for the disciples of the temple to die, I can do it, and so can you. There should be no hesitation at all, just like General Liu Jigong did back then, leading his army northward and fighting to the death."
Chen Weiwei's heart moved slightly, and she always felt that the meaning of Priest Si Li's words was a bit complicated, and it was definitely not the literal meaning.
When they reached the top of the mountain, Priest Si Li saw the incomplete North Pavilion.
He seemed to feel something, his face changed slightly, he turned around and strode towards the pavilion.
When Chen Weiwei saw his master's reaction, he didn't know why, but he quickly followed him.
Arriving next to the pavilion, Priest Li observed it carefully for a while and frowned slightly.
"It's different here than down there," he said.
Chen Weiwei also looked at it carefully and nodded: "It's different. The cemetery is cleaned frequently, so it looks clean and tidy. It seems like it was cleaned in a hurry, and only once."
Seeing that Chen Weiwei could observe it, Priest Si Li nodded with satisfaction.
The Priest Si Li knelt down and placed his palms on the ground. A faint white light shone on the edges of his palms.
After a moment, Priest Li's frown deepened. He raised his hand and looked at it. There were some faint black marks on the palm of his hand.
Chen Wei was slightly curious and took a closer look. Priest Li immediately said: "Back off."
But it's too late.
When Chen Weiwei came closer, his eyes suddenly turned red and the whites of his eyes were gone.
Something inside him suddenly became restless, and the robes on his body began to inflate and bulge, as if the thing was about to burst out of his body.
Priest Si Li immediately stepped forward, raised his left hand, and tapped Chen Weiwei several times.
After a while, the red color in Chen Weiwei's eyes receded, and he became obviously frightened. He took two steps back and knelt on the ground.
"The disciple is guilty."
Priest Si Li waved his hand, the white light became blazing, and the black in his palm disappeared as if it had evaporated.
He shook his head and said, "It's not your fault. You were innocent at the beginning, so how could I blame you?"
He reached out and gave Chen Weiwei a hand.
After a while, Priest Si Li looked around carefully: "Why is there the poison of Chao Xin Sect's magic power here?"
Chen Weiwei looked frightened and seemed to have not recovered yet.
How long had passed, and when he recalled the pair of red eyes in the backyard of the martial arts school, he was afraid, afraid to the core of his bones.
Priest Si Li ordered: "Call everyone up and search the area carefully. I want to see if there are any remnants of the Chaoxin Sect who have come to Dongbo to hide."
Chen Weiwei took a deep breath: "Disciple Shangyang, eliminate demons and defend the Tao!"
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