So, the two returned to the shrine in the main hall, but because the door fell down, they had to take shelter behind the statue.
The strong earthy smell made the two of them choke. Dongfang Shiming tore open the fragile gauze curtain and laid it on the ground, and the two leaned against each other on the edge of the altar table.
Such a close contact made Bai Hao feel a little frightened. She gently covered her red face and secretly glanced at Dongfang Shiming's expression from time to time.
But Dongfang Shiming naturally didn't think so much at the moment. He found a brand new clue, but it didn't seem easy to follow it.
He took out Shoumei's poem and looked at it carefully in the dim light outside the door.
"It's not the judgment of good fortune, why is wealth and honor beyond the threshold of earthly life?" Yes, that's it. What he has always puzzled over is this sentence!
"Xiangfeng Temple is the hub of Shengpingtian Taoism, and everyone in Shengpingtian City knows this." Dongfang Shiming explained to Bai Hao, "They have six affiliated mountain gates, collectively called [Lingxiang Six Temples]."
"Hmm...right?" Bai Hao still didn't understand the problem.
"Although I had learned about the Six Observations of Spiritual Elephants before, I didn't take it seriously at that time." Dongfang Shiming pointed to the place where they were, "But now I suddenly thought of it. You said that when Dongfang Family wrote Why do you choose Xiangfeng Temple to pray for blessings?"
"Huh?" Bai Hao seemed to understand a little bit, but not completely.
"The incense of the six Lingxiang Temples is different. Now it seems that even the Xiangdi Temple has withered, but at that time, even if the Xiangfeng Temple was not said to be in a remote location, it was by no means a famous temple. According to Shoumei's poem , and it can be seen that Xiangfeng Guan at that time was already dying."
"In other words - with the power of the Dongfang family, why would they choose such a remote and decayed place to carry out such an important ritual?" Dongfang Shiming said, "If you think about it carefully, it is too weird."
"That's right!" Bai Hao understood now and nodded vigorously, "There are few people there and it's not safe. It's easy to be targeted by bad guys!"
Dongfang Shiming stopped talking. After pondering for a moment, he exhaled heavily: "That's right."
In this way, what happened back then was probably a conspiracy. However, there were too many links that he could not determine. He could not draw such a conclusion before investigating clearly.
However, at this moment, the deep heartstrings hidden deep in Dongfang Shiming's heart were severely touched.
That's my mother. Even though his memory was blurred, even though he couldn't even think clearly about his mother's appearance, he would never allow anyone to bully his mother.
The relationship between loved ones was hastily severed on that snowy night. But the blood flow is endless. If this inference is not wrong, if he really finds the person who designed this conspiracy, he will definitely do his best to seek justice for his mother's injustice.
I took a deep breath, but my throat was filled with the smell of dust. The cold touch suddenly hit him. Dongfang Shiming was angry, but he felt the coldness of the winter night constantly eroding his whole body, making him shiver.
However, at this moment, a soft hand, with a little warmth, pressed on the back of his hand.
"Huh?" Dongfang Shiming suddenly turned his head.
What came into view was Bai Hao's gentle expression trying to suppress his sleepiness. She held Dongfang Shiming's cold hand with both hands and smiled: "I've been huddled in my sleeves for a long time. Isn't it very warm?"
"Don't think too much." She leaned over gently, although she hesitated at first, "I'm still here. No matter what happens, I will always be with you."
The corners of Dongfang Shiming's mouth curled up.
He turned sideways and stacked his hands with Bai Hao's. Both of them were a little sleepy, but they still kept their eyes open, and the outlines of each other were reflected in the dark light of their pupils.
"Okay. I'll have to work harder on you from now on."
The wind outside blew the fine snow under the eaves into the shrine. Like flying sand and foam, gently crushing the night time.
…………
Three days later.
The floating lake on the Dongjiang River is like a bright mirror with no bounds. The silvery white of the distant shadow hills is spread out on the water, as if it were a fairyland.
The returning wind is vast, and the lake has no ripples. There are occasional boats coming and going in the river, but everything is silent, like the silhouette of the end of the year.
Plain white mountains and rivers, plain white Tianjiang. A wave of calmness is a hidden place in Shengpingtian that is difficult to attract attention.
There are several swaying ship ropes hanging from the high-hanging mast. It's like a thorn piercing the painting screen, slowly moving through a slow ripple.
The narrow hull of the passenger ship, which can only carry a few people, seems to be a little full of rivers, but it does not break the graceful balance at all.
Fu Yunge leaned against the side of the boat, breathing in the cold air on the Kuangjiang River. The sword bag is tied behind his back, like a slender cane.
His vision is between heaven and earth. Not a single bird flew across the pale sky filled with cirrus clouds. The black and white mountainous area is like solidified waves, even if each one is wrapped in a faint momentum that can cover up the lonely city.
Being in this cold lake, it feels quite remote.
"Um……"
Everything is beautiful. However, Fu Yunge still found it difficult to calm down, partly because of his own lingering illness, and partly because of another boat passenger's whistle that had never stopped from the beginning until now.
Since taking the boat outside the Yangtze River, Fu Yunge felt lucky at first because there were so few people riding with him. But who would have expected that this guy seemed to have some kind of serious symptom. His mouth didn't need to rest at all, and he had been playing small tunes for three or four hours in a row.
And what's even worse is that this guy has been tapping his fingers rhythmically on the ship's plank to make the beat. The "tap-tat" sound sounded like a fly when heard too much, which really made Fu Yunge feel slightly unhappy.
The boatman is old and his ears are obviously not very sensitive. But there was no one else on the boat except the three of him. Fu Yunge endured it for a long time and finally couldn't hold it any longer.
"Well, this big brother..." Fu Yunge slowly stood up and approached the man.
"Ah, the autumn scenery has arrived, it's great." Suddenly, the man looked at the vast lake and said happily.
"That..." Fu Yunge took another step closer to his side.
"Oh, I'm so happy." The man stood up and almost broke Fu Yunge's chin.
"Wow -" Fortunately, Fu Yunge shrank quickly enough, otherwise his tongue would have died today. He quickly took two steps back and glared at the man, "I wonder if you have any moral integrity..."
"Dear senior brother and fellow practitioner, I have come to see you personally, but you must give me some face." The man was still chattering to himself.
"Brother——" Fu Yunge's tone increased.
This time, the man finally heard it. He turned around and nodded to Fu Yunge: "You have to drink and sing during the day! There should indeed be songs to celebrate at this time, but in order to prevent my gentle senior brother from knowing in advance that I am coming to him, I can only keep silent now. ”
