"Wow."
As Xu Xiurong's slender hands closed the tawny-covered "The Legend of Liuli", a group of disciples in the Four Seasons Pavilion slowly came to their senses from the story.
Ji Ping'an's wandering thoughts converged and he looked around everyone and found that everyone had different expressions on their faces.
Mu Yaoyao and other young disciples seemed to be entranced by the story, but they were not as noisy as they were at first.
The middle-aged Si Li looked a little embarrassed, while the female Si Li broke the silence with a nonchalant expression and an expression of relish:
"The two of them are quite good at playing."
Ji Ping'an gave her a dull look.
A flash of red glow flashed across Xu Xiurong's fair cheeks, and then faded away, feeling annoyed in her heart.
Although she knew the general outline of this affair, she didn't know the details. She originally thought that the ceremony compiled by the imperial court should be solemn and solemn.
Unexpectedly, this "Liu Li Biography" records quite details...
Well, of course it can't be compared with Ji Ping'an's memories. In the book, only some key points are described in a cold and emotionless style.
Considering the seriousness of the ceremony, some details may have been omitted.
But everyone present is very good at making up their own minds. In other words, the most attractive thing about "story" is the "unclear words" between the lines, which can give readers plenty of room to make up their minds.
Just like a high-definition landscape picture, it is quite normal originally, but if you add a mosaic to it... the information content will be high.
For Xu Xiurong, although the text in the book is not explicit, it is somewhat embarrassing to tell this to a group of disciples...
If I had known earlier, I should have tried it first and then broadcast it... The majesty of the prisoner has been wiped out.
Although she didn't have much majesty to begin with.
"What happened next? Why did you write it until the fifty-eighth day?" Mu Yaoyao had a strong thirst for knowledge. She wanted to see blood flowing into a river.
Xu Xiurong glanced at her:
"This is a confession, not a diary. If the five precepts are broken, what else is there to write later?"
Ji Pingan said heartily:
It’s not that I don’t have to write it, it’s mainly because it’s too verbose to talk about…
"In short, after a hundred days, the two of them recovered their cultivation and left the ancient well and separated in different directions. That's about it." Xu Xiurong concluded.
Mu Yaoyao looked frustrated and muttered: "The writing is not clear."
"What do you want to see?" Xu Xiurong sneered.
The foodie girl in the green dress rolled her eyes and said:
"I'm just curious how they ended up in the latrine for so many days."
Everyone was startled and fell into deep thought, yes, how could one get to the latrine from such a small well?
Ji Ping'an's face turned dark, and he felt that he should have given the order in the first place, prohibiting any ceremony.
He took a deep breath and interrupted everyone's wandering thoughts:
"What's really worth noting is why the imperial court edited it this way."
Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized this. Yes, compared to the gossip content, the move of the Great Zhou court to disclose this booklet at this juncture before the Grand Prize in the Divine Capital is worthy of analysis.
If you just simply narrate history and use the "Spring and Autumn Writing Method" that historians are good at, you don't need to write in such detail.
But the Hanlin Academy's version didn't do that. Instead, it felt a bit deliberately disgusting.
It is conceivable that when "The Legend of Liuli" spreads to thousands of households, it will undoubtedly be a severe blow to the face of Buddhism.
However, considering the confrontation between the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Southern Tang Dynasty, it is not surprising that they dislike each other.
"I'm afraid the Taoist clan won't be very happy." Huang He said suddenly.
He had read The Legend of Huayang and knew about the emotional entanglement between the first female headmaster of the Taoist sect and Li Yang, although nothing happened, not even a Taoist couple relationship.
But while the imperial court is disgusted with Buddhism, will there be any psychological problems in Taoism? Hard to say.
On the surface, he definitely doesn't care, but it's hard to guess what's going on behind the scenes.
However, the "Yuanqing Ceremony" was ultimately written by the imperial court, and the two sides would not intensify conflicts over this trivial matter.
But looking at the whole situation, it can be seen that Emperor Yuan Qing did not have that much respect for Taoism.
"Ahem, okay, it's getting late, let's all go back."
Xu Xiurong stuffed the booklet into the sleeve of his robe and began to drive people away calmly.
By this time the sun had sunk below the horizon and the sky was completely dark.
Everyone stood up to say goodbye and left. When Ji Pingan left, he only listened to Xu Xiurong's instructions not to forget to go to the Luming Banquet the day after tomorrow.
A bowl of wontons was not enough to fill his stomach. Ji Ping'an went to the dining hall again. As expected, he heard a large group of disciples discussing the changes in the "Wenhui".
But no one knew that the man who shocked the entire Chang'an Street was right next to them.
After returning to Qinglian Xiaozhu, Ji Pingan did not lie down in the wicker chair to practice as usual, but went back to his bedroom.
After lighting the candle, he sat at the table, reached into his arms, and took out the space sachet.
He opened the door and poured it out. There were some scattered objects on the table:
A piece of red hair rope, an incense fan, a bead, a bald paintbrush, a tuft of unknown hair... and a torn white corner of clothes stained with blood.
These things are not spiritual objects, so they don't take up much space. However, considering that "every inch of space in the sachet is precious," we can only say that each thing represents a past experience.
Unfortunately, the dead are still there, but the living are far away.
Ji Ping'an sighed. At this moment, very suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the bright moon outside the window. On a whim, he felt a strong sense of crisis.
He lightly buttoned the sachet, poured out the astrolabe, and quickly divined. With the help of his senses, a fragment of the future flashed before his eyes.
Who wants to kill him?
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows.
Night falls.
Lanterns were lit up on Chang'an Street, and the intellectuals dispersed, either going home or gathering for a small gathering. Some of them had a clear purpose and went straight to the fireworks field.
Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
As one of the well-known buildings in the city, business is at its busiest at night.
The carriage is like a dragon, the silk and bamboo orchestra will sound until late at night, and the orioles and swallows will be in full bloom.
In a room on the second floor, the courtesan "Xiang Ning" whom the two geniuses from Huaiyuan had met a few days ago was sitting alone at the table, staring at the lampshade on the table, thinking. What.
The soft and warm light illuminates Xiang Ning's curvaceous figure, and her snow-like skin is looming under the thin gauze clothes.
The black hair on her head was fixed with a dark green hairpin, and just sitting casually, there was a charming look in her bones.
"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door, and a maid said through the door: "Girl."
"Come in." Xiang Ning's empty eyes became focused and she said lightly:
"Do you have any clues about what sent you to inquire?"
The maid opened the door and came in and replied:
"The literary society during the day was disturbed by a mysterious young master..."
She talked about the news about the literary society that she had found out, but it was just a summary of market rumors, nothing new.
"That's interesting." Xiang Ning seemed to smile.
The maid is careful to test:
"I don't know which family of talents in the city he belongs to. I just heard that there are women around him, so they probably don't come to places like ours... However, there are several talents in the building tonight, and they are all clamoring to see the girls..."
"I'm tired today, so I won't entertain guests." Xiang Ning said lightly.
He sent the maid who was hesitant to speak and held her chin up to think.
After a while, wisps of black mist poured out from the gaps in the closed window lattice.
The black mist condensed into a small fox-like shadow, which hopped on the floor, jumped onto the round table, and circled around the lampshade.
Then it collapsed with a "boom" and condensed into lines of text on the table.
Xiang Ning lowered her eyes and watched. After a while, she swept her gauze sleeves and brushed away the black mist. She pursed her lips slightly and whispered a name:
"Ji Ping'an..."
Shendu government office.
Due to the recent influx of people in the city,
Entering, the public security situation is in danger, and the government agents are running around and nervous.
As the chief arrester, he had no time to spare. He heard that another murder had occurred in the city at night. He was not allowed to mount his horse with a sword and led his men to the vicinity of the big stone bridge.
"Where is the deceased? What is the case?" The chief catcher squeezed through the crowd gathered here and asked in a deep voice.
His tone was irritable, and the dark circles under his eyes were thick.
A policeman in patrol uniform hurriedly handed over:
"I have seen the chief arrester in my humble job. The corpse is here. It was a street vendor who happened to catch a glimpse of something floating upstream. It was more conspicuous in the dark, and it happened to be hung on the stone pier at the bottom of the bridge, so I got closer to take a look... ...I found out that it was a floating corpse. I was so shocked that I called the police..."
He briefly described the case.
The chief catcher nodded and said, "Where is that vendor?"
After a while, an old man and a little girl were brought over timidly.
The old man had a grimace on his face and his tone was humble and frightened:
"The old man paid homage to the chai."
The chief catcher nodded, then looked at the grandfather-grandson duo and said suspiciously:
"Have I seen you before?"
The old man said flatteringly:
"I've seen it, I've seen it. There was a murder case a few days ago. I asked Mr. Cha about it."
The chief catcher remembered that this was the time when he beheaded someone with a flying sword. Later, the clues were broken and it became an unsolved case.
He seemed to be smiling but not smiling:
"You grandsons are really lucky."
The old man's wrinkled face was smiling as if he were crying. The little girl next to him hid behind him and looked over curiously.
The chief catcher waved his hand, asked for more details, then ignored the grandparents and pulled them to the corpse by the river.
He was a naked man, his face was disfigured, his appearance was indistinguishable, and his body was of medium size. The fatal injury was on his neck, as if the cervical vertebrae had been broken by an external force, and his head was tilted in a weird way.
The inspector said:
"The kids have followed the river and found nothing else."
The chief catcher frowned and thought for a moment, then exhaled:
"Looking at this person's hands and feet, he probably doesn't know martial arts. There are traces of work but his body is not stooped, and most of them are on the hands and feet... It looks like he is a store clerk, or a servant of a wealthy family. He broke his neck and wiped his face. The murderer's style of committing crimes. He looked exactly like a gangster... He died not long ago, huh, I'm afraid it will be another drama of gangsters robbing and seeking revenge."
He was a little irritable and reasoning casually.
This kind of case is difficult to investigate. It seems that the murderer is a "professional". Even if there are any traces, they will be washed away by the river.
Generally speaking, you can only report the case to the Yamen and wait to see which one will report the missing person in the near future. There is no other good way.
Especially with the recent gathering of people from all walks of life, similar cases are not uncommon. The chief catcher stood up and waved: "Take it back to the Yamen."
Then he led the people back to catch up on their sleep, not taking it too seriously.
Not long after, only the grandfather and grandson were left pushing the cart away, and the little girl suddenly said:
"Grandpa, aren't you going to set up a stall?"
The old man grimaced, shook his head and said:
"Starting tomorrow, let's move to another place, not here anymore."
I witnessed two murders in a row. Not long ago, I saw someone suddenly disappear and then appear again on the big stone bridge from a distance.
Although there is a large flow of people here, it is easy to do business, and the old man does not want to stay any longer. It is unlucky.
Qinglian Xiaozhu, candlelight flickering on the table.
Ji Ping'an's eyes were bright and he rubbed the astrological chart with a thoughtful look on his face.
As his cultivation level got closer to Po Jiu, he became aware of some dangers involving himself, but due to the lack of a medium, he could only feel the hidden danger and malice.
But the source cannot be traced.
"Is it related to today's essay meeting? It's unlikely. Even if Huaiyuan knew it was me, they wouldn't want to kill or chop me into pieces. Those nerds wouldn't be so petty."
"Is that the continuation of the "Peng Yuan Case" and the "Monster Assassin"? "
Ji Ping'an thought about it and felt that this was the most likely possibility, but
Why does it happen to be this time? Is it because there is a suitable opportunity to kill him in the near future?
"Deer Ming Banquet... no way." Ji Pingan's eyes looked strange.
After the last counterattack against the demon clan assassin, he rarely went out.
Mo Lin was wearing a vest that time. Although he went out to play today, his safety was guaranteed as he was accompanied by the "well-sitting" monk Xu Xiurong.
The next time we go out will be the deer roaring banquet the day after tomorrow.
But the problem is, even if the other party wants to take revenge and want to eradicate his genius, but he is out of his mind and chooses the Deer Ming Banquet... When the masters of the five sects gather together, wouldn't it be like pulling out the tiger's beard? court death?
No matter how you think about it, it's not worth killing a little guy like him...
So, is it not the Deer Ming Banquet, or is there another source of danger?
Ji Ping'an frowned, lacking a clue for a moment. Although the Star Officer had the ability to predict bad luck, he was like this many times. He knew there was a problem but didn't know where the enemy was.
"Looking for an excuse not to go to the Deer Ming Banquet? But when all the prison princes go there, won't Qin Tian Prison be empty... No way."
Ji Ping'an thought for a long time and felt that it was better to play it safe.
Although he has some life-saving cards, they are not suitable for showing out in public. Just like the last time he used the teleportation talisman to avoid Gao Mingjing, it caused the other party to think wildly.
It was Xin Yaoguang who came forward to settle the matter... By the way, Xin Yaoguang.
He had an idea in his mind. He raised his hand and put the old things on the table back into his bag, then took out the "Hongxin Talisman Paper" and dipped his brush in water to write:
【Are you there? 】
After a while, the words on the paper faded away, and a new line of words appeared:
[Yu: Hey, you took the initiative to contact me. Could it be that you have figured it out? 】qδ
Ji Ping'an blinked:
【What to figure out? 】
[Yu: Make a deal with me and help me solve my cultivation problems... By the way, you know about today's literary meeting, it's interesting. Ha, if you agreed to the deal last time, wouldn't you be able to do it this time too? witness? It's a pity that you didn't see such a great excitement and regretted it too late. 】
You are still thinking about it, I have forgotten it... Also, you show off your literary experience and knowledge in front of me, the "culprit". If you know the truth one day, will you still have the nerve to see me?
Lord Ji Ping'an smiled and replied:
[We’ll talk about this later, I have something else to do with you]
