Chapter 155 Si You
【I am Shi Xing, when you see this line, I am already dead. 】
The first sentence Li Ang saw when he turned the slate over, almost made him throw the slate away.
"What a mysterious recovery."
He shook his head and continued to read along the small script.
【I was born in Linshui Town, Huizhou City, in the second year of Xiande. My father's name is Qu Shishi, and my mother's name is Jiang Banmei. The two opened a clothing store in the town.
I am much more intelligent than children of the same age. I can copy and recite scriptures at the age of three or four. Because I could recite the Buddhist scriptures kept at home, those monks thought I had Su Hui and took me to the White Horse Temple in Chang'an.
The time in the temple is neither happy nor unhappy. Whether it is Zen lectures, spells, paintings, music, tea ceremony, or poems, I only need to read them once to learn them, and I gradually get used to the praise and praise of others, or jealousy and hostility.
I became indifferent to others' opinions and evaluations, and my heart was as clear as a mirror. Even if I won the debate between monks and Taoists at the age of thirteen, and I rode a horse to visit Chang'an City, I still didn't feel any emotions.
When I was fourteen years old, my parents finally came to Chang'an. I felt a rare joy and joy, and went out of the city to meet them. But under the guard of the monks, they just called out my Dharma name, Shi Xing, nervously and humbly.
instead of my real name.
Qubai.
There is a thick wall between me and my biological parents.
For Zen Buddhism, a Buddhist child should not have parents. Nor should one have siblings.
Since then, my heart has become more and more calm. Listening to the rain at the age of fourteen, patrolling the clouds at the age of fifteen, and until the age of eighteen, there is only a thin piece of paper away from the Candle Sky Realm.
The Zen sect of the world regards me as a hope for the future. The head of Xuegong Mountain is willing to make an exception and accept me as a disciple.
But what's the point of these?
I have left the world alone, without sorrow or joy.
I smiled and caressed the palms of believers, listened to their distress and sorrow, and gave them life guidance;
I shed tears for the refugees who starved to death by the roadside, called on monks and Taoists to give porridge to the victims, and used Xunyun to build bridges and pave the way;
I walk in the world and make friends outside the temple.
Listen to young scholars complaining about the conduct of examinations in the imperial examinations, to listen to officials who despise officials who rely on the shadow of their fathers, to hear prostitutes complaining about how a bustard does everything possible to embezzle money, and to hear peasant women crying bitterly about their sons and daughters who starved to death.
I listened to and observed all kinds of things in the world. I didn’t realize the saying in the Buddhist scriptures that “the three worlds are insecure, like a house on fire.” I just secretly felt that each of us is a marionette, acting together in a huge, messy and meaningless drama.
Since it is a drama, naturally there is no need to invest in emotion—I maintain this kind of thinking and maintain the role I should play in the eyes of others.
A devout, intelligent, and humble Buddhist son.
Until, she appeared. 】
she?
Li Ang raised his eyebrows. The woman described in the slate text was not a holy queen, but a young girl.
The following text has quite a long space to describe how beautiful, intelligent, and cunning that girl is. Like a white fox on a snow mountain.
Including obeying the other party's arrangement, abandoning the reputation of being a Buddhist disciple, and compiling the "Dayun Jingshu" for the holy queen.
【I would like to turn into a stone bridge and be exposed to wind, sun and rain for 500 years, but only if she walks on the bridge. 】
Lian Ang looked at the writing on the slate, and couldn't help rubbing the space between his brows. He always felt that this passage had a familiar sense of sight.
"The girl's name was not mentioned on the slate, but she is probably a subordinate of the Holy Empress. It may even be that Shangguan Wan'er."
Li Ang shook his head, not interested in Shi Xingseng's love story. What he cares about is the secret about Jingnianzong.
【I was destined to encounter catastrophe, so I deliberately asked the Holy Queen to kill me, and then buried my body in the Jingnianzong Buddhist Pagoda below the ghost city. It is expected that sixty years later, he will be resurrected with the secret method of Jingnianzong to deal with the catastrophe in the prophecy]
Sixty years?
Li Ang frowned slightly, counting the time, this year happens to be the 60th year since Shi Xingseng's death. Is this what he counted on?
But what about the prophesied catastrophe?
【Now, you are me. Since the secret method of Jingnianzong will erase most of the memories, I will divide all the memories about Jingnianzong and prophecy into three parts and put them in three different places, waiting for you to retrieve them. In order to prevent the leak of information, the following is the specific location, take this black lotus to find it. 】
The text was interrupted, and then there were some pictograph-like patterns.
"This is Gusi Youwen?"
Li Ang paused for a moment, recalling what he had seen in Xuegong Zangshuge. Legend has it that in the northern border of Yu State, there is also an underground river system similar to Chang'an Ghost City, and the scale of the underground river is even larger.
The tribe that lives in the dark river and lives along the water is Siyoumin.
The Siyou clan seldom come to the ground, and the folk customs are very different from the surface. The most recent witness record is that a poet accidentally fell into an underground river during the Jin Dynasty and was rescued by Siyou people.
In addition, two hundred years ago, Dr. Xue Gong discovered a pile of giant fish bones inscribed with characters along the Yellow River. It is believed to be an item of the Siyou clan.
Li Ang squinted his eyes. Since the samples of Siyou characters are rare and only stored in Dongjun Building, he is not sure whether these pictographs are the real Si Youwen.
But if so, why would Shi Xingseng use this kind of words to convey information? Didn't he say that the resurrection secret method of Jingnianzong will erase most of the memories? How to ensure that after resurrection, he can remember this kind of words?
Li Ang thought for a moment, and decisively covered the dark lotus and the stone slab with ink silk, put on the mask given by Yajiu, walked out of the dense forest, and headed for Chang'an.
He will not go down into the cave to find out,
First of all, Shi Xingseng only cares about the woman suspected to be Shangguan Waner, and has no real feelings for other people in the world.
Secondly, half of his head was blown off by Crow Nine. The 'thing' that can still come back to life in this state is by no means Shi Xingseng himself.
The most urgent task now is to remind the Zhen Fusi that a Buddha slough monster has appeared under the ghost market.
Those things are huge in number, and they are not afraid of death, each of which is equivalent to an acquired martial artist. If it enters the ghost market, or even escapes from the surface, it will definitely lead to disaster.
Just as Li Ang mixed with the crowd and entered the city gate, several groups of soldiers from the Zhenfu Division hurried out from Chang'an City. The leading officers had been seen before at the end of the mutation of the Jianyue Troupe.
And their riding direction is the east of Chang'an.
"So fast?"
Li Ang was a little surprised, and said silently in his heart, "That's right. With the ability of the Zhenfu Division, it is more than enough to plant spy spies in a ghost city with hundreds of thousands of people. I must have heard the movement and received the news by now."
With the help of the Zhen Fusi to deal with the Jingnianzong Buddhist Pagoda, Li Ang was relieved a lot, and walked into Chang'an City wearing a mask, and returned to Jinchengfang's home after many detours.
(end of this chapter)