As soon as he finished speaking, the secret guard beside Han Changmu rushed towards him from a distance. He saluted with a long and even breath and said: "Chief steward, the prince has an order. Sister Liu does not need to go to Wannian County anymore. She only needs to keep an eye on Qingqian." Can."
Jin Yu didn't know why Han Changmu suddenly changed his mind. He was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and thanked her, asking Liu to chase after him.
After being delayed for such a while, Jianfu Temple was always crowded, but with Liu's skill, it was enough for one person, so he was not worried at all.
After arranging these things, Jin Yu asked the secret guard again: "Where is the Crown Prince now?"
The secret guard bowed and said: "In the Sese Building in the West City."
Jin Yu was relieved and nodded solemnly: "I understand, go ahead and be more careful. What happened in Beijing a few years ago will not happen again."
The secret guard felt a chill in his heart, remembering the incident when the prince came to Beijing for the first time a few years ago and almost never returned to Jiannan Road. He hurriedly agreed and left quickly with a solemn expression.
It was noon, and the entire city of Chang'an was shrouded in warm sunshine. However, after leaving Mingdemen and walking a few miles south, in a lower mountain col, the wind suddenly became cold and the sunlight was extremely thin. .
The cold wind whistled among the dead branches, scattering the coldness of the slightly warm sunshine at noon.
Fine rocks and misty dust rolled rapidly on the ground, making a rustling sound.
There are traces of fire everywhere in this mountain depression. Clumps of fresh soil are piled up. The dug places leave pits of varying depths, and cold moisture comes out of the soil.
Scattered trees grew thin and twisted, and the slightly thicker branches were almost torn off. Unburnt black dead branches were thrown on the ground, and one or two plump jackdaws landed on them, with their shrill sharp tips. The cry sounded particularly miserable.
The sound of cautious footsteps came from the dead mountain col. A tall man walked out of the cold humidity. He was wearing the most ordinary indigo round-neck jacket. He took one step forward and took three steps back. As he walked, he turned back and walked deeper into the mountain col. .
The dim sunlight shone on his slightly sunken eye sockets. Those eyes were huge, and the light-colored pupils were full of fear. He was a frightened, trembling Tibetan man.
He was so frightened that he panted heavily and walked forward tremblingly. The shovel in his hand almost shook out.
This mountain col is very large. It is a mass grave that has existed for nearly a hundred years. When someone in the city who cannot afford a thin coffin dies, a roll of straw mat will be brought here, burned with a fire and then buried hastily. This place usually It is inaccessible. After all, the Dajing Dynasty was a prosperous country and the people were prosperous, and the people in Chang'an City were even more prosperous. There were very few people who could not afford to buy a coffin.
Only in times of great disaster or war, would people continue to set foot here. Over hundreds of years, countless bones have been buried underground in this mountain col. Over the years, the yin energy has condensed deeply, and the scorching summer has passed. When I came in, I felt very cold and scary.
The Tubo man knew that this was a mass grave, but he didn't know how many years it had been there. He just felt like he was in a dark state. After taking a few steps, something suddenly hit his feet. He staggered, lowered his head and took a closer look. It was a Bai Sensen's head rolled forward.
He turned pale with fright, screamed, and ran away quickly.
He wandered around the mountain col like a headless fly. Suddenly he remembered the purpose of his trip, so he calmed down, stopped, and walked towards the place he had discovered long ago.
He walked gingerly to a piece of new soil. Before he started doing anything, beads of sweat appeared on his body. He didn't know whether he was scared or just ran away. He muttered: "Girl. , Revenge for those who have a grudge, and revenge for those who have an injustice. Don’t look for the wrong person, but don’t look for me.”
After reciting this, he also lit three sticks of incense, bowed three times to the new piece of soil, inserted it into the soil, and then carefully waved the spade and threw away the pile of new soil.
Brownish-yellow soil mixed with grayish-white residual ash was thrown to one side.
The new soil was buried very shallowly, and he only dug a few times before finding the untouched old soil underneath.
The dark brown soil was mixed with dots of pale white. With a clang, he dropped the shovel and peeled away the soil with his bare hands. The pale white area gradually became larger and scattered in bits and pieces.
They were pieces of bone, burned into tiny pieces. The largest one was no bigger than a palm, and the smaller one was only the size of a finger. It was impossible to put them together at all, and it was impossible to tell which bone it was, or even whether it was human bone. Sure.
He pulled twice with a frown on his face, almost crying.
This official prostitute was burned until only a few fragments of bones were left. How could he tell which bones were hers and which belonged to others?
It was quiet on the graveyard at noon, with gusts of cold wind blowing in and out. It chilled his heart. He wiped the dirt off his hands, pinched the collar of his clothes, and barely suppressed his trembling body.
He chose the best time of the day at noon to dig up random graves, just to borrow some yang energy to strengthen his courage, but who knew that the yin energy here was too strong and the sunlight was of no use at all.
He threw a piece of blue cloth next to him, put the broken bones piece by piece on it and wrapped it up, then rubbed his hands on his body, holding his dirty hands on his knees, intending to take the broken bones back to work.
"Is there any treasure here?" Before he could stand up, a dark shadow silently fell over his head, and someone beside him made a conspiratorial sound.
He was so frightened that he staggered and fell to the ground, his face expressionless, and his upper and lower teeth trembled.
He turned his head stiffly and saw an unattractive man squatting beside him, looking at him with a smile, with a light gray shadow trailing behind him.
He suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief. There was a shadow. It was a person, not a ghost. His Chinese was not fluent, and his words were a little stiff: "No, no, nothing."
The man raised his eyebrows and said, "It's nothing. Then why are you, a Tibetan, picking up Han people's graves? Do you have relatives and friends buried here?"
The Tubo man was visibly nervous, and began to scold him harshly, but his Chinese became fluent: "It's none of your business, I'm willing to dig him out."
The man sneered and pushed the Tibetan man into the pit he had just dug: "Then I want to bury you, it's none of your business."
The Tubo man was unprepared and sat down in the pit. The pit was not dug deep and he could jump out in no time. But before he could get up, he was hit by a shovel of dirt and stones, which hit him all over his head. Covered.
He opened his mouth to curse, but as soon as the sound broke through his throat, another shovelful of dirt and rocks hit him, filling his mouth all at once.
He couldn't spit it out or swallow it. He whined and couldn't speak. His eyes were on fire and he stared at the man fiercely.
Seeing the appearance of the Tibetan man, the man touched his heart and said with a smile: "Don't look at me like this, I will be scared."
This playful posture made the Tubo man feel chills. He stood up and reached out to dig out the dirt in his mouth. Before he could finish digging out the dirt in his mouth, he felt pain and numbness in the back of his neck. He rolled his eyes. Fainted and fell into the pit.
The man was well prepared. He dragged the Tibetan people out, shook out the large linen bag next to him, put the Tibetan people in, tied the mouth of the bag, and carried them out of the mass grave.
A green cloth carriage was parked outside the mass grave. The driver was sitting on the shaft. When he heard the movement, he raised his head and smiled: "Caught it?"
The man threw his bag into the carriage, nodded and said, "I don't know what he grew up on. He is so heavy."
The driver laughed and said, "You have eaten so much food in vain. You can't even carry it on your own."
The man grunted, got into the car and shouted: "Go away quickly, you are talking so much nonsense."
The lobby of Sese Building has been completely dug out. There are eight Buddha statues embedded in the huge pit, one big and seven small, obviously arranged in a certain formation.
Han Changmu and He Zhenfu jumped into the pit and looked at the eight Buddha statues carefully.
Han Changmu felt vaguely familiar. After thinking for a moment, he remembered where he had seen these Buddha statues.
The largest Buddha statue points to a tin staff, and the rings on it are lifelike, and are somewhat similar to the largest bloody puppet in the Jinse formation in Qinglong Temple.
The other seven smaller Buddha statues have the same posture as the other seven bloody puppets in the Jinse formation.
Han Changmu's pupils shrank, this was no exorcism formation, it was clearly a sorcery formation.
He ordered He Zhenfu in a stern voice: "Draw down the directions of these Buddha statues, then take them out and send them back to the Department of Internal Security. Go find Kang Lianfu again and ask him which eminent monk originally instructed him to set up this formation." ."
In response to his claim, He Zhenfu hurriedly arranged the inner guards, ordered two more inner guards, and went out with him.
When the closing bell sounded, the eight Buddha statues were bundled on the cart, covered tightly with black cloth, and sent back to the Department of Internal Health.
The onlookers pointed and pointed, saying that people from the Department of Internal Health dug out treasures from the Sese Building again. They were afraid of attracting criminal thieves, so they covered them with black cloth.
Entering the gate of the Internal Security Department, Han Changmu asked the internal guard at the door: "Is Yao Canjun back today?"
The inner guard shook his head: "Not yet."
Han Changmu frowned slightly, feeling a little strange. He said he asked Yao Yao to keep an eye on Prince An's Mansion, but he didn't really let her do the hard work alone. Instead, he sent five rude internal guards to help. According to her temperament, It’s time to come back and use Twilight Food at this time.
If he didn't come back all day, then maybe he had discovered something.
Without thinking much, he entered the Department of Internal Security.
Three hundred closing bells sounded, the sunset on the horizon became light and thin, and the sky gradually became dark.
The rich aroma of food wafted out from the door of Xu Ji Restaurant opposite Prince An's Mansion. The aroma wafted from the two large vats that were as tall as one person at the door of the shop.
The most famous steamed vegetables in Xu Ji Restaurant are served from these two large vats. There are daily limits and demand exceeds supply. Even King An often sent his servants to buy them back to try them out.
