"That dress was the last thing my Master Shoumei wore before he died." Not far away, Baihao reminded.
So the white wormwood was put back. Seeing Dongfang Shiming looking at the broken bow, she tilted her head and squeezed over to take a look.
"It seems... this broken bow has something to do with what happened back then." Dongfang Shiming said, looking sideways at Bai Hao, as if asking him if he knew anything.
really. Baihao nodded and said quickly: "I know this, Master Shoumei also told me about it. This broken bow is the only evidence left at the beginning, and it should be mentioned in the letter."
Dongfang Shiming was convinced. Although it is definitely not that simple, the origin of everything is undoubtedly this view of Xiangfeng.
With a firm heart, Dongfang Shiming carefully put down the broken bow and picked up the letter that contained the truth that had been silent for more than ten years.
Unpack. What came into view were several lines of trembling handwriting. After careful identification, it turned out to be a final poem left by Shoumei!
"This..." Dongfang Shiming frowned.
This kind of thing, as Shoumei's disciple, Bai Hao should also see this kind of thing. So he called Bai Hao, and the three of them looked at it carefully:
The half-life white eyebrows are not like immortals, and the short brown feathers are not yet clear.
An old man is ignorant and wastes the Tao and the Dharma. He is old and withered, sitting in contemplation.
It's not the judgment of good fortune that makes us rich and powerful.
One night the red candle turned to ashes, four years of absurd chaos in Zhongshan.
The dusk is not suitable for me, and the bright head lingers in the poor years.
If I were to send someone to ask one day, I would be ashamed to hear the words of my ancestors.
There is residual heat in the west room of the wind and snow, and you can see half of the broken bow.
But the words seem extraordinary, and the deep snow has left no trace.
Scattered in all directions and asked nine directions, the river was heavy with the mountains beside the river.
It's hard to get anything after hard work, and there are three points of doubt and confusion.
Outside the river, Qichuan was named Heling. On a snowy night, I looked for the thief but he couldn't find it.
There is also a river fan named Yunzhuang, where a beggar looks like a god in his clothes.
Looking at the thousands of things outside, plowing old clothes and blowing old sails.
It's a pity that the rest of my life will be like loess, and I sigh in the air that it is difficult to resolve the depression.
If you get the Yao hexagram to dream of the crown, you can make the hall full of jade bricks.
I would rather wake up than wake up and be intoxicated. How can I sleep peacefully even if I give up and still linger.
Alas! Heaven returns to heaven, earth returns to earth,
After hundreds of years of dust and dust, who can be spared?
Alas!
There will be no coming or going if the exploration is not broken, and the snowy moon is as cold as the sky.
…
When the character "天" was written, the pen seemed to have been exhausted, and a few ink dots fell on the paper.
A very long poem. It can be seen that this can be regarded as Shoumei's conclusion to his life. A round snowy moon is as cold as the sky, and the artistic conception ends here, but it seems to leave a long sigh.
This is the last clue that can be obtained from Xiangfeng Temple. Dongfang Shiming sighed secretly. Sure enough, it won't be that simple to get the whole truth.
"So... so amazing, so rhyming." Bai Hao opened her mouth wide in surprise.
Although she is also familiar with poetry and books, she is still young after all, and she is not very interested in these. At the end, I can only give out such praise.
Dongfang Shiming smiled bitterly. Although this poem is not of high quality, it is sincere, as if you can see Taoist Shoumei right in front of you. After spending half my life here, it is not easy to write such poems at the end of my life.
And... what it contains is probably all they can know so far.
Thinking like this, he started from the first sentence again.
Starting from "A Red Candle Night"... seems to be very noteworthy.
"One night the red candle turned to ashes, four years of absurd chaos in Zhongshan, what does this mean?" Before he could think carefully, Baihao next to him was already asking.
"Zhong Shan..." Bai Hao poked her face with her finger and tilted her head to think, "Ah, I see, it's about the Eastern Family, right?"
Dongfang Shiming also thought of this first. He nodded and said: "The Dongfang Family is located on the boundary of Zhongshan Mountain, and at the same time it has Zhongshan Mountain on its back. This should be what Taoist Shoumei means."
He was regretting his dereliction of duty that night, and this sentence was his confession. Dongfang Shiming held the letter and thought.
As for four years... it should mean that it was four years after the conflict broke out in the Dongfang family. At that time, my mother and Hu were determined to conceal it, but they were unable to hide it. In the end, the misunderstanding became irreversible. It was really sad.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Shiming glanced at his left index finger unintentionally. When I was three years old, my finger was cut in front of everyone, and the most terrifying result was confirmed in front of all my relatives. That heart-piercing sting is still a lingering nightmare even now.
Take a deep breath. Dongfang Shiming was no longer distracted and continued to look down.
What follows the sentence "Ashamed of my ancestors' words" should be all the clues from Shoumei's investigation back then.
Dongfang Shiming has already understood the sentence "There is residual heat in the west room of the wind and snow, and you can see half of the broken bow." There was a night of commotion, and the only evidence left was the broken bow.
It is not difficult to understand the sentence "But the shape of the words seems extraordinary, and there are no traces in the deep snow." My mother had a vague impression of that person, but the most important thing was that she remembered that his appearance was different from ordinary people.
At the same time, it had been a long time since the man escaped. The snow fell too heavily and covered his traces. Even if they searched everywhere, they were in vain and could never be found again.
This is undoubtedly a pity, but it is not an accident. In contrast, Dongfang Shiming pays more attention to this extraordinary expression.
Dongfang Shiming knew that the most relevant clue to this was probably his face. He had felt inferior before because of his different appearance from his father, but now that he suddenly mentioned it, he was in a daze for a moment and couldn't tell the specific difference.
Maybe he should pay attention to this aspect after returning.
Dongfang Shiming made a mental note and continued reading.
"I'd rather wake up than get drunk... Sigh. Master, this life is indeed too sad." Bai Bu couldn't help but sigh.
"A round snowy moon is as cold as the sky, this sentence is really beautiful!" On the other side, Bai Hao was actually a little faster.
"Hey, Bai Hao." Dongfang Shiming saw that they had already finished reading, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
Unexpectedly, when the two of them heard the name, they both turned sideways: "Huh?"
Dongfang Shiming couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. He pointed to the sentences above and asked: "You guys read so quickly. Do you have any insights on these sentences above?"
"Uh..." Bai Hao scratched his head.
Bai Hao looked up again: "I can't understand...but it must be a very important clue."
Dongfang Shiming chuckled. Indeed, he shouldn't have expected the two of them to discover anything.
Shoumei's writing is actually very clear. The two sentences after "three o'clock" should be the most critical points in the whole poem.
Shoumei must have tried to investigate the truth of that year out of immense guilt. Looking at the meaning of the poem, relying on my own skills, I could only find three doubtful points that might be related to it.
