"If you are so eloquent, I think you can just set up a stage and sing. Being a storyteller would be an underachievement."
Looking at the general's posture, he almost couldn't contain himself.
"Absolute praise, absurd praise." Master Yun Chu waved his hands modestly, but his joy surpassed his words and deeds.
Along the way, there was wind and snow, and the sun was shining brightly. The road ahead was full of potholes, deep and shallow footprints, chaotic and intertwined.
Surrounded by bamboo forests, there seems to be smoke in the depths. The edges of the bluestone carved by the feet have been smoothed by wind and rain, but it still feels a bit uneven when stepped on. People step on it and brush away the snow, revealing some of the original dark green color.
The Pudu Temple on the 396 steps seems to tower into the sky, standing majestically.
As the two climbed up the stairs, the bells ringing in their ears became clearer and clearer, seeming to be surrounded by the sound of the monks chanting "Namo Amitabha", and the sound of the wooden fish hitting the wooden fish was faintly heard and absent, surrounding the forest.
Master Yun Chu looked at the steps whose origin was unknown and wiped away the sweat: "It's groundless. If the shop boy didn't see the wrong person, the three ever-bright lamps must be a clue. The government didn't dare to make a final decision, so what? How did Xu Jinghong know that Uncle Yuan and the others had been killed? He couldn't wait to light the lantern."
Although he least wanted Jinghong to be involved in this matter, once the seeds of suspicion were planted, they would surely take root and sprout and would never wither easily.
Zi Sangning gave her a vacant look: "This person is full of doubts. He is definitely not as gentle and gentle as he appears. Does Xu Jinghong know your true identity?"
Master Yun Chu shook his head: "If that demon god and puppet man has something to do with Xu Jinghong, he will definitely know your identity. That day, he acted as if nothing had happened. Maybe he really didn't know, maybe he was hiding it. It’s deep enough, it’s hard to tell right now.”
Master Yun Chu paused for a moment and glanced at Son Ning. His words seemed to be mixed with emotions: "We will not get into trouble easily. There is no room for sand in this world. After all, you Celestial Masters are shouting and killing all day long. , a reward is offered for arrest, how dare we?”
"When evil takes over, everyone must be punished quickly." Zi Sangning stopped, turned around and stared at her.
Isn’t this the most unpredictable thing since ancient times, the human heart? Since this person is divided into good and evil, the demon naturally has good and evil. The mortal fetus is nourished by Chunxuan, and the demon spirit is nurtured by nature. What is the distinction between high and low? Furthermore, she could see how stacked the files were on the yamen desk.
A ray of sunshine from the clouds shone on the side of her face, glowing golden, and her eyebrows were picturesque.
Zi Sangning flicked her forehead: "Then look, did I take your life and scream for death and beating?"
"Well..." Master Yun Chu rolled his eyes at him silently. Can he still speak with conscience?
"Yes? Why don't I know?" Zi Sangning said with a smile: "I only know that a little demon like you who has weak spiritual power and loves to show off will have to bear the brunt if something happens."
"My spiritual power is not good enough? Master Zisang, confidence is a good thing, but don't look down on others." Master Yun Chu curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
"Okay, you are the most powerful little demon. There is still more than half of the stairs. You can climb up first and then shout."
Zi Sangning took three steps and took two steps, leaving behind the unhappy beginner.
Level 396. People have to climb it every year to pray to gods and Buddhas. It’s not easy.
Fortunately, fortunately, she was not that sincere.
Master Yun Chu's face was red, and the cold wind blew on his body, and the slight sweat that broke out was completely dried up.
The temple gate in front of me is getting closer and closer.
Finally climbed up...
Master Yun Chu squinted his eyes and looked up. On the plaque above his head, there were three words "Pudu Temple" in flying colors. On both sides of the door of Shigong Temple, there were also carvings on both sides of the door of Shigong Temple: "Tzu Chi has endless compassion. No matter where you go, you will never come back." "annihilation" in big characters.
Master Yun Chu breathed heavily, with a thin layer of sweat on his face.
"What's the truth? You can find out once you go in and find out." Zi Sangning pointed his finger towards the temple and walked in first: "Let's go."
Master Yun Chu quickly chased after him: "Wait for me..."
The two expressed their intention to come and light lamps for their deceased relatives, so a young novice led them along the corridor to a temple.
Compared to other places in the temple that are bustling with people, the Changsheng Hall is a different scene, with winding paths leading to secluded streets and quiet streets, a little quieter.
The Maitreya Buddha with a unique face is walking on a lotus stone mount. The Buddha statue is about eight or nine feet tall, with his chest exposed, his head raised and his head raised. He leans on it with rosary beads hanging on his neck. You can count the beads clearly. He has thick eyebrows and big ears. His eyes are kind and kind, and his smile is innocent and bright. Just looking at him makes people feel kind and pious for no reason.
In front of the confession case, fruits and vegetables were placed, and the aromatic mist lingered in front of the Buddha.
The green smoke abandons the green lamp, the open flame breaks the lanterns, and the candlelight enchants the eyes and confuses the mind.
Master Yun Chu kowtowed devoutly and knelt before the Buddha. The young novice standing nearby finished chanting the sutra and bowed to the Buddha. Then he lightly lifted his sleeves and lit a lamp forward. The lamp was filled with half a lamp of oil, and there was a Buddhist door under the oil. The specially made red paper was printed with a line of small hairpin characters: "Yuan Zhao, Yuan Lin. The day of the second month of Guichou in the year of Guimao."
The green fire flickers brightly, reflecting in the eyes of the little novice monk. The overlapping shadows are numerous and illusory, like dreams and illusions. It is difficult to distinguish between what is false and what is true.
Several rows of lamps were burning or extinguishing, and the words "Guichou Month Ji Mao Day Hour Three Quarters" appeared in the bottom of the three lamps, which were almost dimmed.
This line of small words alone can collide with the writing that emerges from memory, even if only the date is written on the red paper.
The files on the yamen desk record that three people disappeared on the day of Jimao, Guichou month, Renyin year...
The truth that comes out of the clouds is suffocating.
Master Yun Chu was stunned on the ground.
The string of Buddhist beads on her wrist broke into her mind.
Forbidden magic, puppets, demon gods...
He is a human being, but the beads are demonic things. He uses blood to support demon gods, and can hide in Buddhist beads, making it difficult for others to detect.
It's today that everything is over.
The ever-burning lamp cannot stay on forever. The corduroy attached to the side of the oil lamp only burns for three days. After three days, the oil runs out, the lamp dies and the paper burns. When you meet the fate of immortals, you will be blissful.
Because of this, the roster has a purpose.
A list of people who kept the lamp burning for the purpose of transcribing.
It is a wish for the world to mourn the deceased and pray to the gods.
"Young Master Jinghong is really a kind man. You don't even know how many lamps he has lit for the souls who have no refuge." After saying this, Master Yun Chu sighed quietly, his words seemed to be filled with endless admiration.
"Little Master, please record this roster in the name of Young Master Jinghong. I was entrusted by him." Master Yun Chu turned to face the little novice who was copying it, but his eyes were fixed on the little novice's face. action.
"This female donor, I wonder which donor you are referring to, Mr. Jinghong? This roster does not have his name." The young novice rummaged through the roster from beginning to end, but still could not find Master Yun Chu. The person speaking was extremely confused, and was only worried that he would be scolded by the master if he accidentally left out the person who lit the lamp.
"How could it be? Mr. Jinghong has shown great compassion for all living beings in recent days? How could he not be there? Young master, can you look carefully for it?" Master Yun Chu looked anxious, fearing that the young novice's words were taken seriously, and his tone was filled with emotion. Trembling with worry.
Seeing the anxious look on her face, the little novice monk began to stutter: "The roster... indeed does not include the young master Jinghong mentioned by the female donor, but there is a young master who often comes to meditate with Master Si Jue. He is also a compassionate and kind-hearted person. But I didn’t leave my last name, so I don’t know if he is the young master Jinghong mentioned by the female donor..."
Before he finished speaking, Master Yun Chu silently winked at Zi Sang Ning.
Zi Sangning retreated quietly.
"It's him, it must be him. He often talks to me about him and Master Si Jue. Master Si Jue has compassion for everything and has already understood all sentient beings." Master Yun Chu was excited and said in a happy tone: "I don't know what the young master can do. Is there a copy of his roster?"
The young novice secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly rummaged around, pointing to the slippery slip covered with dense handwriting: "Female donor, look, it's Mr. Jinghong? He happened to be here two days ago."
At a glance, under the densely packed slips, the lowest scroll reads "Gui Chou Yue Ji Mao Day Hour Three Quarters". The ink is not dry yet, and is slightly blurred, staining the previous handwriting.
When the moment finally arrived, my heart was suddenly tugged, and I could only gasp and be speechless.
"The female benefactor, the female benefactor?"
"Yes, he is right." Master Yun Chu took a breath and said, "Little master, I will light another lamp. Please write it down below."
She covered her eyes with murderous intent, and a smile quickly appeared on her face.
"Just remember the Xu family, the painting day of the Guichou month of the Guimao year..."
While Master Yun Chu was waiting for the novice monk to transcribe the roster, Zi Sangning came back, looking calm and composed.
After the two said goodbye to the young novice and stepped out of the temple, Master Yun Chu was pulled by Sang Ning to the back of Pudu Temple.
That is, outside the dividing wall where they will be staying.
The entire sky was surrounded by blue-grey clouds, with only a hole exposed, which was the direction where the sun shined on the world. Although snow was still falling in the sky, the sun was full and warm.
Master Yun Chu asked: "Master Zisang, what can you gain?"
Zi Sangning replied: "Master Jue of that temple can rule out any suspicion."
Master Yun Chu then spoke and started talking nonsense: "Let me guess your method."
"After testing to no avail, you knocked out Master Sijue and then searched his house, right? Who would have expected that Tianshi Zisang, who always prides himself on being upright, would actually do something behind his back. Eh. , I have to learn a little bit, soak up your righteousness, and follow my style." Master Yun Chu followed the gourd and the gourd, and learned in a good way.
The calmness beneath the surging undercurrent is as calm as water, as divine as nature, which makes people breathless.
"Young Master, isn't that what you meant when you winked at me, General?" Zi Sangning folded his arms, his voice was clear, and he looked thoughtfully at the mountains opposite.
Master Yun Chu touched the braid in front of him: "There is no other way than a sure-fire strategy."
Zi Sangning raised his hand and pointed to the opposite side: "Look at the opposite side. How is it different from other places?"
In the distance, the snow-covered mountains are rolling and uneven, and they seem to be far away from each other in the sound of temple bells, as misty as smoke.
"Mass graves..." Master Yun Chu murmured.
Zi Sangning looked at her: "In the middle of the night, a lonely ghost... Do you still remember the words of the jade-faced black fox?"
Master Yun Chu suddenly realized: "The mass graves...the place where the most resentment is hidden is actually hidden in the mass graves."
Zi Sangning nodded slightly: "It's really hard for her to be tricked."
It doesn't seem bad, Huangfu of Kyoto...
Master Yun Chu didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Zi Sangning came back to his senses: "It's okay."
Master Yun Chu said: "Is it the jade-faced black fox..."
The cool north wind blew away my thoughts and took away that person's murmurs.
Outside the eye-catching red temple wall, there is a wall that separates the mortal world and life and death.
When you kneel at the feet of Buddha, do you regret it or indulge in evil?
The string of beads is not fastened tightly and cannot be pulled back...
Uncle Yuan, Aunt Yuan, you...
The bet was lost.
She whispered softly with a trembling voice, but her eyes immediately turned red.
