He was right to be confused.
At dawn, several official servants arrived.
Before they could say anything, Xi Jing had already walked up to them and said, "It's up to you." Several officials were stunned for a moment. They originally planned to shout as usual to build up their prestige.
Xi Jing did not want to disturb the two old monks in the temple.
The officers escorted him away without telling him where he was going.
Xi Jing was already old and could not walk very fast. The official did not intend to spare him. He pushed him forward from time to time along the way and was very skillful in keeping him from falling.
Finally, we arrived at Caishikou.
A jar was set up at the market entrance.
The officers held him under guard and did not let him move, just waiting for time to pass by.
Seeing that there was still a long time to wait, Xi Jing asked: "Donor, can you please let this poor monk sit down?"
The official did not comment and allowed him to sit down.
Washing the mirror and chanting sutras quietly, he knew that the time would come sooner or later, and he was not in a hurry.
The air gradually became hotter.
Many people began to gather around Caishikou.
There was a commotion, it was Nichukh who was left behind in Yanjing.
When he arrived, Xi Jing was actually looking forward to it.
He had no idea Nichukh was coming or what the next step might be.
The general walked up to the jar swaggeringly and began to read: "All over the Jin Kingdom, there has been a long drought without rain for many months. The crops have failed, the people are poor, and there are many famines..."
The fiery sun shone on Xi Jing's head, heating it up.
"...Mirror Washing Master, compassionate..."
Xi Jing heard his own Dharma call and raised his head in response.
"...I wanted to save the people from the drought, so I proposed to Sir Nichukh that I would immolate myself to impress God. Your Excellency agreed..."
"Wait a minute," Xi Jing asked the official beside him, "What did he say?"
"Mirror Washing Master, please." Tongshi said solemnly.
"Wait a minute..." Washing the mirror hasn't figured it out yet.
He didn't expect it to be like this.
Two officers took him to the altar, but he couldn't resist at all.
"The Master sacrificed his life for the people and made a great compassionate wish..." Tongshi was still saying with a sad face...
In an instant, the people watching around looked like faces in turbid water, floating one by one.
The noisy voice turned into a hollow echo.
When I was washing the mirror, I felt a pool of grease covering the monk's clothes, making them slippery from head to toe, exuding a greasy smell.
Bear──
The torch lit the monk's clothes from behind, and the flames immediately covered his body.
Xi Jing's mind went blank for a while, his hands clasped together involuntarily, and he chanted the Buddha's name naturally in his mouth. Before his eardrums were damaged by the heat, he heard the voice of Tongshi...
"Everyone thanks Master Mirror Washer..."
so spicy……
The skin burst and the blood vessels overswelled, spurting out blood and making the fire hiss.
Xi Jing couldn't hold on any longer. He fell forward on his knees with his head on the ground.
Hearing is lost, the crystals in the eyeballs are boiling, the tongue is numb, the sense of smell is gradually numb from the burnt smell, and even the skin is no longer hot and tingling...
The five senses that make a person human finally disappeared in the flames.
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"Mirror Washing Master is so great." Tongshi sighed longly and glanced at the ground.
Two old monks were kneeling on the ground, their two bald heads trembling with fear.
Tongshi smiled with satisfaction and strode through the hall to the backyard of Shitou An.
The idler had the greatest credit, and followed Tongshi with great pride, pointing out the way to the backyard along the way.
"Sir, look..."
"Waste sword?"
A mound was raised in the Abandoned Sword Tomb, and the soil on the mound was loose.
"It seems that the monk has hidden a lot of good swords." Thinking that his private collection would be greatly enriched, Tongshi couldn't help but get excited.
He walked quickly to the Abandoned Sword Tomb and saw the sword stuck on the wooden sign and the Japanese sword lying on the mound.
It's so hot.
The afternoon sun steamed the soil, and the grass-scented water vapor gradually rose.
Tongshi moved his steps to avoid direct sunlight reflected from the sword.
Hey, no.
Tongshi felt a little strange. He moved a few steps further, and the sunlight reflected by the sword still shone on his face.
He reached for the sword hilt and tried to pull the sword out of the wooden sign.
"grown ups……"
"Ah?" Tongtang turned around and saw the stammering idler.
"sword……"
Tongshi grabbed the handle of the sword and pulled it out with all his strength.
"The sword is moving..."
The sword in Tongtong's hand flicked and turned half a circle, pointing at Tongtong.
The mound suddenly bulged, the soil splashed, thin clods of soil were raised up into the sky, and the wooden sign flew aside.
Dozens of swords flew out of the tomb. They did not reflect the sunlight and did not emit dazzling light because they were all covered with rust spots.
Tong Tong suddenly trembled, smelling the smell of death approaching urgently.
He opened his eyes wide in shock, unable to utter a single word.
Dozens of swords flew into the air, and some of them were even wrapped with grass roots or earthworms.
The sword in his hand suddenly flew away and rushed towards the idler.
The hot weather suddenly blew a gust of cold wind, sweeping in front of Tongtong.
The dozens of swords that flew up from the earth also shot out along with the sword in Tongshi's hand.
It was a silent killing.
The first sword plunged into the idler's throat.
Then the abdomen, through the intestines, through the back muscles.
The idler heard the sound of the sword being inserted into his body and felt his intestines twisting around the sword.
There was also a sharp pain in the thigh, but the chest was blocked by the ribs and did not penetrate directly to the back.
He wanted to lower his head and look down blankly, but there was a sword stuck in his neck, and as soon as he lowered his head, his jaw was cut in half.
A black shadow came over him, and his vision disappeared.
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The swords were unable to make any more moves, they had fulfilled their great wish.
They remember the idler who brought people to capture the mirror-washer.
The swords returned to silence and stopped shaking.
Tongshi was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, trembling as he looked at the idler covered in swords. He had been penetrated by dozens of swords, and he was afraid that he would be broken into a pile when he was lifted up.
Tongshi's feet were already weak from fear. He still remembered that there were two monks in the main hall. He crawled with his hands on the ground, trying to crawl into the temple to ask for help.
It's okay, it's okay, those swords are indeed spiritual swords, but he doesn't want them anymore, not even one.
He walked around the body of the idle man, dragging his knees and hands through the pool of blood, but he had no time to pay attention to it.
He suddenly looked up.
No, he read it right. There was indeed a ray of light flashing across the wall in front of him, coming from behind.
When he looked back, he realized that he had forgotten something.
The Japanese sword is still there.
The Japanese sword danced on the dirt floor, making the sunlight flash on the wall.
It feels that enough is enough, it has jumped enough, and it is time to repay the favor by washing the mirror.
It jumped hard and used all its strength to cut into the thick muscles and cut off the thick arteries and veins...
With a "click!", it stuck into the cervical vertebrae and could no longer be cut.
It was soaked in a pool of blood and twitched a few times before calming down.
In the afternoon, the heat in the backyard was breathless.
According to Kanyu's theory, mountains are called "dragons".
Sure enough, looking around, I saw a green dragon, covered with thin light clouds, undulating on the ground.
People say that if a beautiful mountain has spiritual energy, then the spirit of the earth will attract outstanding people.
He also said that if a majestic mountain has a king, it must have an immortal.
This mountain is more than beautiful but not majestic. It is called Jiurui Peak. There is a village under the peak.
There is a small river on the south side of the village, which bends through a bamboo forest.
Today, there was a lot of noise around the bamboo forest, which scared away the birds and insects that usually live there.
Several farmers gathered around the bend of the river, noisily discussing the corpses in the river.
The corpse was dressed in Confucian robes, with its back to the sky, its pale face soaked in the cold river water in early winter, as if it was thinking about something.
"It's Mr. Huang Cong." someone said.
"Hasn't his family been looking for him?"
"Yesterday I heard that shoes were found upstream, and they were indeed washed down."
More and more people gathered by the river, and the porters passing by also stopped walking and joined in to watch the excitement.
Among the crowd of people watching the fun, there was also a straw hat.
There was a hole in the middle of the straw hat, revealing a Taoist priest's bun, and a long white cloth waving in his hand.
Yun Kong curiously poked his head around and asked for directions: "Is there a village ahead?"
The man looked at Yun Kong, pointed at the bamboo forest, and said, "It's just one more meal away."
"Thanks."
Yun Kong had no intention of setting off immediately. He continued to watch the excitement and admire the beautiful mountains and waters around him.
A dead body floating in this beautiful place really disfigures the scenery.
After a burst of hurried footsteps, two people ran out of the bamboo forest. They hurriedly pushed away the crowd and immediately stepped into the water.
