He was still in Yinshan Temple, with a basin of water in front of him, and all his yellow bags and tricks beside him.
Only the mortal tree is missing.
When he stood up, he felt sore all over: "Uncle Fanshu..."
He searched everywhere, checking the main hall, side halls, Xiangji kitchen, huts, etc., but there was no sign that Yinshan Temple had been recently occupied.
Finally, he found Fanshu in the monk's room.
Fanshu sat quietly on his monk's bed, his dried skin like a rotten wooden statue, his five-foot body shrank to the height of one cubit, and his half-closed eyes like a sleeping doll, making people unable to bear to wake him up.
Yun Kong couldn't feel any sign of life in the mortal tree, but maybe he was entering deep meditation and still had subtle and unpredictable kundalini fire, or maybe he had already transformed into a rainbow and entered the Nirvana of neither birth nor death.
Before Yun Kong left, he wanted to spend some time with Fan Shu, and then he noticed that there was a piece of folded white paper beside Fan Shu, which was pressed under the stone inkstone. The dried ink in the inkstone had stuck to the tip of the brush placed inside. .
Yun Kong carefully took out the white paper and opened it to read Fan Shu's final poem:
When the phantom body comes here, the four major worlds are playing games, wild clouds are wandering in the sky, and the rainbow body illuminates the real thing.
After Yun Kong wrote it down, he folded the paper again and stuffed it back under the stone inkstone. Maybe someone would read it someday.
He sat quietly beside Fanshu and did not go down the mountain until noon.
He didn't know that if he wanted to come back in the future, he would never have the chance to come back.
"The ancients said it well: The cicada wakes up before the golden wind moves, and it plots against impermanence and dies without knowing it." The storyteller closed the folding fan and raised it in the air, "Look, officer, what's the explanation for this?"
The storyteller's voice was so loud that even Yun Kong, who was sitting more than ten steps away, understood clearly and was happy to listen to the story for free.
There was a cool breeze on the river bank, and someone set up a shed where a few big trees hugged each other to sell food and drink. Before entering the city, Yun Kong also rested here to rest his feet.
The storyteller's words aroused his thoughts.
"The cicada wakes up before the golden wind moves..."
"Golden wind" refers to the autumn wind. As soon as autumn arrives, the cicadas will fall to the ground and die. Therefore, although the golden wind is still silent, the cicadas have realized that life is short, and they chirp even harder, "Cicada -" "Cicada" ——", lamenting that life is about to end.
But Yun Kong sensitively thought that the storyteller had other intentions.
Because the divine fortune teller Zhang Tieqiao once predicted that the Song Dynasty would be destroyed, but not by the Liao people, their old enemies, but by the Jin people whom they did not expect.
Such a majestic Kaifeng Mansion - Yun Kong looked at the capital not far away - but seemed unaware of the threat of the Jin people.
Yun Kong murmured: "The cicada will wake up before the golden wind blows..." In fact, the golden wind is already blowing, but the cicada is unaware of it.
Last year, he followed Yue Fei back to Tangyin County in Xiangzhou. After staying there for a while, he thought about going to Kaifeng Mansion, which he had visited when he first came out of the world. If the Jin people were going to destroy the Song Dynasty, they should destroy this place first, right?
In addition to Zhang Tieqiao, Yue Fei's subordinates also said that a Taoist priest from Xun Dynasty predicted that Yue Fei would make China fall into the hands of the barbarians two hundred years later.
This is the only clue he has about the future.
I don’t know when in the future, the Jin soldiers will come here to cover up and kill Kaifeng Mansion, the capital of the Song Dynasty, which is as prosperous as gold and silver, sweeping every tile and brick like locusts...
Thinking of this, Yun Kong shuddered.
When the tingling chill on his back disappeared, the storyteller's voice slipped into his ears again: "Guan Yunchang lost in an unknown way, and died with so much resentment that his whole life's reputation was unexpectedly plotted by a villain and wasted on him..."
It turned out to be about the Three Kingdoms.
Yun Kong ate the hot noodles. The October wind carried the cold air, which made the bowl of noodles even more delicious.
"Have you ever heard of that big house in the east of the city?"
"That evil sect..."
Yun Kong pricked up his ears again.
"The house surnamed Wen is really plagued with diseases. A strange disease wiped out the whole family of more than 40 people."
"Stop talking, my hair is getting stiff when I think of that house..."
It was three rough guys talking loudly at the next table and munching on mutton.
"Who in the Wen family's mansion in Kaifeng doesn't know? Something strange has happened in the past few days."
"What's weird?"
"Someone is living in it."
"Who is so bold?"
"He's a tofu seller... It's a strange thing to say. He carries tofu out of the house every day and doesn't go home until late. Everyone only sees him coming in and out alone, but they hear the voices of four or five people inside outside the wall."
"A tofu seller?"
"Aren't there people causing trouble in the East Corner Tower area recently?"
"Oh, that's the tofu seller!" the man suddenly said.
This sounded better than the storyteller, so Yun Kong continued to listen.
A rough man who originally only cared about eating meat stopped his chopsticks, approached and asked, "What happened in the East corner building area?"
"There is a new tofu man who calls himself Bai Pu. He has never worshiped the elder..."
It turns out that a few days ago, there was a young tofu man named Bai Pu, whose family name was unknown, and he set down his burden to sell tofu early in the morning.
There is a tofu shop in the tofu shop, and there is a "dofu shop" in the tofu shop. The boss manages the tofu men in the entire Kaifeng Prefecture. Just like today's guilds, if a newcomer joins the guild without meeting the boss first, the boss will definitely be unhappy.
Xing Lao spread the news and hinted Bai Pu to go see him, but Bai Pu ignored him and continued to sell tofu.
However, Baipu's tofu is smooth and moist, and is made like white jade bricks. It has a unique fragrance after one bite, bringing out all the essence of soybeans. It is rare in the world in terms of color and aroma.
Baipu's business is getting better and better day by day, and its reputation spreads throughout the city.
As a result, the boss of the tofu shop couldn't show off his old face anymore.
One morning, just after the market opened, five burly men gathered in front of Bai Pu's stall.
"Brother, please feed me some good tofu." The Baipu boy's hearty smile and fair and rosy face made it difficult for people to associate him with tofu.
The big man picked up a piece of tofu and shook it gently in his hand, making him unable to hide the jealousy in his eyes.
Judging from the way he copied the tofu, this person was obviously an expert in handling tofu day and night.
"Boy, your tofu looks really good, but how does it taste?"
"The customer will know how good it is after he tries it after buying it. I am not boasting. You will definitely come back to me tomorrow after thinking about it."
"Oh? How famous are you, tofu, that you dare to boast so much?"
"The tofu called Xiaobaiyu is made by me, Bai Pu," the young man repeated confidently, "Xiaobaiyu Tofu."
"Oh?" The big man threw the tofu to the ground and trampled it to pieces. "Now, shouldn't it be called stinky mud tofu?"
Bai Pu pointed to the burden at his feet: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I let go, but I still have two big burdens."
The other four big men came up to him and turned all the two loads of tofu to the ground. They also found a bucket of dung water from somewhere and added ingredients to the tofu crumbs on the ground.
The big man dropped a sentence: "I've made it clear. If you are sensible, go and see Mr. Xing. Someone will protect you, otherwise there will be more news tomorrow." After saying that, he left.
"Wait a minute," Bai Pu said with a smile, "I have let my little brother see me, but I haven't returned the gift yet."
"Oh?" The five big men thought it was funny, but they still held back their laughter and crossed their arms around Bai Pu to see what tricks he was going to do.
"Hongye!" Bai Pu shouted, "Five eldest brothers, please kneel down."
The big men wanted to laugh wildly after hearing this.
They even raised their heads, ready to laugh wildly, but their faces were immediately full of surprise.
They found that their knees had automatically knelt down in front of Bai Pu.
"Hongye, tell them to open their mouths."
They saw clearly that the girl named Hongye was a little girl, dressed in bright red, with a bright red face, two big elf eyes, and a smile from time to time, which was really cute.
Cuteness is cute, but this kind of cuteness is not something ordinary people can tolerate.
Hongye chuckled and showed ten silver needles in his hand.
I saw her raising her hands and inserting the silver needles into all five people, and the positions on each of them were exactly the same.
With this penetration, all five people couldn't control themselves and opened their mouths automatically.
Only now did Hongye speak: "Brother Bai, what do you want?"
"Let them try my little white jade tofu and let them know that it is delicious no matter how you prepare it."
Hong Ye smiled again, and this smile made the five big men's hearts tingle: "If you smile again, little kid, you are willing to kneel for as long as you want."
"You bad guys," Hongye pointed at them one by one with his small hands, and the ringing sound rang through the ears of the five big men: "My brother Bai's tofu has been ruined by you. Don't waste it. Give it all to me." Eat it."
