Nightfall Chapter 12: Chang’an Chaos (Part 1)
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter Twelve, Chang’an Rebellion (Part 1)
The South Gate View at the foot of the imperial city was quiet, and even felt a little quiet. The Taoist and Taoist aunts walked quietly, occasionally looking up at the young Taoist standing outside the temple, and then quickly bowed their heads.
The young Taoist man has a low butter umbrella under his arm, with a calm and gentle expression on his face. It is He Mingchi, the first student of the Datang State Master. Everyone in the Nanmen Temple knew that He Mingchi was a gentle and innocent person, but if someone like him could watch the door in person, one could imagine how important the conversation in the temple was, and no one dared to disturb him.
In the depths of the Taoist Temple, there are two splendid cotton pads on the jet black wooden board. National Master Li Qingshan looked at the opposite Master Yan Se and said slowly: “Brother, that person should be coming to Chang’an City.”
In front of His Majesty the Emperor and his respected brothers, Li Qingshan would often habitually return to the appearance of ridiculed laughter back then, but today his expression is very serious, and his face is still a bit of serious inquiry.
Master Yan Se took a deep look at him, and there was no usual triviality in the sunken eye sockets, but a few touches of deep sadness were added indifferently: “The **** seat finally escaped from the place where the sun is not visible. What is coming to Chang’an City? Who is he looking for or is he looking for death?”
Li Qingshan smiled slightly and said: “The great priest of the temple, the second person of Taoshan, such a character… even if he comes to Chang’an to seek death, he will surely shake the whole world before his death.”
Master Yan Se was silent for a moment and said: “The reason. I want to know why he came.”
Li Qingshan took out an extremely thin letter from his arms, placed it on the jet black floor, and said: “According to the master’s guess, it should still be related to the incident 14 years ago.”
Master Yan Se frowned slightly and did not continue this topic. It seems that even the brothers and sisters did not want to talk more about the incident fourteen years ago.
“What does this letter say?”
“When he escaped from the temple, he didn’t know what method he used, and he easily knocked down the cage. The ruling that the great priest was tied to the cage, he was backlashed and suffered serious injuries, and the other priests were even more deadly wounded. Countless. The temple infers that he will come to the Empire, so I hope we can catch or kill him at all costs.”
Li Qingshan noticed that after hearing this sentence, his eye sockets seemed to sink deeper than before, and after a short pause, he continued to say in a deep voice: “The letter also said that the great priest of Tianyu brought the book pavilion of Tianyuyuan. The masters have already rushed to the border ahead of time. As long as the court agrees, they are willing to come to Chang’an City to assist our operations.”
“If it weren’t for the injury of the ruling, most of the ruling department’s power was devoted to the wasteland. This matter would not have been the turn of the Tianyuyuan to come forward, but I really did not expect that the old friend had been banned for many years. Without the oil exhausted, the lamp seemed to be more and more bright and prosperous. If it weren’t for the current situation, if he went to the wasteland with his ability, there might be really hope to find the scriptures of the book for the temple.”
Master Yan Se’s expression does not know whether it is admiration or sigh.
Li Qingshan listened to the words from the heavens, and raised his eyebrows slightly and said: “The wind and clouds are already rising above the wasteland, but the Japanese scroll has been lost for a long time, and perhaps not in the deserted tribe at all, so all parties only send the young generation to go. Try to find it, and if your old friend, brother, reappears in the world, he weighs more than there.”
Master Yan Se shook his head, did not continue discussing this issue, and asked: “What did your Majesty say?”
“The man took advantage of the beginning of his majesty’s accession to the throne, the imperial decree was not smooth when the court was handed over from the old to the new. He insisted on doing such things in the city of Chang’an. Your majesty wanted him to die a long time ago. But your majesty’s attitude is very high. It is clear that even if it is to be killed, it can only be killed by the empire itself, and people from the temple are absolutely not allowed to enter and interfere.”
Li Qingshan watched Master Yan Se’s silence for a while and said, “Brother, you had a deep friendship with him back then. Let me handle this matter.”
Master Yan Se shook his head and said blankly, “Since it is a matter of the Dao Sect, naturally there is no reason to ask the academy for help, but it is impossible to kill him by the power of the South Gate and Tianshu. “
Li Qingshan said: “The things in the world cannot be judged by impression alone. Nothing is impossible.”
Master Yan Se looked at him and said directly: “He was stronger than you before. I believe he is stronger than he was before.”
Li Qingshan smiled and said: “There have been several very interesting stories recorded in the Huayang Ji in the South Gate. There was once a Nanjin cultivator who traveled through the great river country, but was attracted by a little gangster. Sap to death.”
Master Yan Se knew what he meant, and couldn’t help frowning.
Li Qingshan filled up the teacup in front of him for the senior, and said with a smile: “Brother, although I am not talented, but I also became a Zhiming many years ago. As a Datang national teacher, I am always better than that little gangster.”
“Above the **** seat, under the sky.”
Master Yan Se looked at Li Qingshan and said slowly: “Junior Brother, you must remember this sentence.”
“Anyone who can sit on Taoshan’s three-way **** seat is a person who is qualified to stand under the sky and overlook the world. Among the Taoist schools, the ranks of the masters are the most noble and the most noble, but only based on the theory of Taoism, the master It is not necessarily much stronger than the three gods, but what’s more, the person you will kill is a bright priest who is known for his wisdom and Taoism.”
Li Qingshan smiled and said nothing.
Yan Se knew that he didn’t really listen to these words, so he couldn’t help but sigh deep in his heart, thinking of the old friend’s temperament, shook his head and said: “Do your best, don’t worry about it. All destiny is arranged by Haotian.”
After Li Qingshan left, Master Yan Se sat on the dark wooden floor for a long time. His old and thin body looked more and more lonely against the background of the cold temple pillars and the floor.
For a long time, he picked up the cold tea in front of him, dipped his finger in the tea water, wrote a word on the floor, and then reached out to wipe it clean on the dirty robe full of greasy dirt, got up and left.
The traces of tea on the jet black wooden floor gradually disappeared, leaving only some very light stains. If you look carefully, you can still see clearly, it should be a mess.
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The old man is called Wei Guangming.
The old man is not called this name because he is a great priest. In fact, shortly after he fell to the ground more than 80 years ago, he got such a name when he was a baby. After having this name for several decades, he became a great priest of Guangming, enjoying the respect, love and awe of millions of believers in the world.
At that time, he understood that it turned out that more than just a drink and a peck, the name also concealed God’s will. If Haotian had not made a choice before he was born, how could his parents who have been farming in Song Dynasty take it out? Such a name?
As the most respected and respected Guangming priest of the Haotian Taoist School, although the old man has been imprisoned for more than ten years, there are still countless priests and powerful men in the temple who are willing to sacrifice everything for him, and the subordinates loyal to him in Taoist temples in the world are more There are countless, and now he is out of prison after he escaped from Taoshan. Someone helped him come to Chang’an quietly.
Get out of the carriage outside Xiongcheng, and walked in the deep and thick South Gate. The old man bowed his eyes, squatted, and walked slowly on the stone road. Suddenly he seemed to feel something. The moment he stepped on Suzaku Street, his right foot was slightly stiff, then he retracted it, turned and walked eastward.
In the eyes of the pedestrians around, the old man just had some inconvenience in his legs and feet, and he didn’t notice any weirdness, let alone the moment when the old man’s right foot was about to step onto the street, the deep picture in the distance of Suzaku Street The Suzaku painted on the stone surface slowly opened his eyes.
I don’t know how long it took, and the eyes of the painted portrait of Suzaku slowly closed again.
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“It’s so big.”
The old man crouched and walked slowly in the streets of the East City with his hands on his back, smiling to himself.
After a while, the old man walked slowly and stopped at a well in a certain laneway. His indifferent and muddy eyes fell on a piece of withered leaves by the well, and his brows gradually frowned.
The leaves are withered and yellow, and the veins are still there. It seems ordinary, but in the eyes of the elderly, it is extremely unusual. In his eyes that can see all the darkness in the world, all the scenery, streetscapes and life in the city seem to be covered with a very light veil, which has not concealed the truth, but has concealed the fate of the world.
The old man walked to the humble inn at the end of the alley with his hands on his back, shaking his head and thinking:
“What a big formation.”
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The great formation of Chang’an City was not launched, and the secret was hidden, so that the old man could not see the dark shadow of the night that he had been pursuing for 14 years, but this great formation that made him admire and vigilant could not find it. He is a peerless strong man from Xiling, and he did not issue any warning signs.
Because he is not a great priest of the light now. He has collected all his breath and abilities, and even completely forgot the Taoist heart. Now he is just a very ordinary and ordinary thin old man.
He chose an ordinary inn to live in. In the following days in Chang’an City with his hands on his back, crouched, strolling around some ordinary places of interest, going to ordinary shops, ordering some ordinary dishes, drinking some ordinary flowers, and listening Some ordinary sings, to pass some ordinary winter time, just like the most ordinary old man playing in Chang’an.
Until the winter season began to grow and the cold became stronger, he went to buy an ordinary thick padded jacket.
An ordinary old man always doesn’t need much sleep. One morning, he just got up when the day was clear, and walked around at random, bumping into a stall selling hot and sour noodle soup, smelling the fragrance, he I bought a bowl, but when I quit, I was knocked on the front of the quilted jacket.
A little girl came over with a food box, looked at the embarrassed old man expressionlessly, pulled out a big towel from her sleeve to wipe off the stains for him, and bought him a new bowl of hot and sour noodles. Slice soup.
The old man thanked her, she shook her head, signaled not to use it, and left with the food box.
The old man was stunned, and passed the bowl of hot and sour noodle soup in his hand to an old beggar from Yan State who was thinner than himself, and then followed the little girl far away.
The old man followed the little girl to an alley called Lin 47 Lane. He saw a small shop called Lao Bi Zhai and watched the little girl work hard and busy all day in the shop.
The more the old man looks, the more he feels that this little girl is fresh and pleasant, unspeakably pleasant, from appearance to temperament to the extreme, like an absolutely transparent glass bead, as long as there is a little sunshine, it will definitely shine .
The girl’s complexion is a bit dark.
But the black is so clean and so bright.
So the great priest from Xiling, Guangming, stood idly in Lin 47 Lane, unhappy and admiring.
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(It’s been a long time, brothers and sisters, I’ll remember it when I go home: I’m tired, I took ten days off, I don’t have the right to complain anymore, I have to complain, I have some problems with the Internet at home, so I haven’t had much I was online, a few days later, I sincerely wish you all a happy new year and a good family, and finally thank you more sincerely. Finally, I have to add a sentence. I haven’t updated it for ten days. I just lost the upload password for half an hour and half an hour. ! What’s wrong with me!)