Chapter 1267 Chapter 1267: A battle to determine the southwest (4) [Please vote for me]
On the way up the mountain, Cui Zhi secretly observed the scribe beside him.
The age of a literary scholar cannot be roughly judged from his appearance. At first glance, a young scholar who appears to be in his twenties may actually be in his seventies or eighties. The same goes for the scribe next to him. He has an upright appearance and a calm and tranquil temperament. There is nothing crazy about the cultists of the Eternal Life Sect. His eyes are like the waves of the river in the dark night.
Such a magnanimous temperament cannot be cultivated by someone who is not born in a high position or who has always been in a high position. Cui Zhi couldn't help but feel a little curious: "Mr. Cui Mouguan is so handsome that he can believe in the deceptive outer sects of the Eternal Life Sect." heresy?"
The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are not static.
How dare a mere mortal dream of immortality?
It's a pity that such a charming person serves as a **** for the Eternal Life Sect, and is a secret admirer. When Cui Zhi closed his eyes, he was shocked to find that there was nothing beside him, and he could not feel the other person's breath at all. He guessed that the other party was either a master of internal martial arts, or a wizard who was good at condensing his aura. With such ability, he may not be able to detect someone who touches him quietly, so he deserves to be wary.
The scribe did not answer immediately.
He looked at the winding mountain road extending up, and for some reason, his heart palpitated uncomfortably, as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, and the owner of that hand was condescendingly admiring his gaffe. The scribe closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling strange in his heart.
The scribe said: "I don't believe it."
Cui Zhi seemed not to have expected this answer.
"If you don't believe it, why did you gather people to surround the mountain?"
The scribe bluntly admitted: "Of course it is to survive."
"In order to survive? You choose to gather a crowd to rebel? The Eternal Life Sect incites the common people and shakes the foundation of the country. Its crimes are countless. But it is a group of incompetent mobs. I am afraid that the bamboo basket will be in vain and your life will be lost." Cui Zhi thought in his heart. anger. The plague in Tianqing County can only be blamed on the local government's incompetence. However, the turmoil was so big that it directly killed my mother-in-law, but it was inseparable from the intensifying rebellion of the Eternal Life Sect.
"A man is born between heaven and earth, and he should have the ambition to overturn the world and reshape the world." The scribe talked to Cui Zhi to divert his increasingly obvious panic, "Guess Cui Lang is also a dragon and a phoenix among men, and comes from everyone. When will there be a man?" Bend down and take a look at the world?"
This is a mockery of Cui Zhi's ignorance of human suffering.
Cui Zhi snorted in his heart.
The scribe asked again: "Has Cui Lang ever raised rabbits?"
Cui Zhi didn't know why he mentioned this, but he continued to answer along with the topic: "No, but my wife and daughter once bought two at the night market. I had no luck, so I bought a male and a female and kept them in the hospital for a few months. Without looking, several more nests popped up.”
This is also a warm and interesting story.
In order to curb the continued expansion of these rabbits, Cui Zhi specially ordered people to dispose of these rabbits and serve them on the table, leaving only two male rabbits to continue raising, so that his little daughter would not be able to explain when she remembered one day. I remember Cui Hui was still joking at that time: [Does the Cui family have a great business but still needs a few bites of rabbit meat? It will be the Flower Festival in a while, and they will be sold in night markets. The girls like these snow **** the most. 】
Not only did I not lose money, I also made a small profit.
Cui Zhi said helplessly: "There is no shortage of rabbit meat, but there is also no shortage of a few coins for selling rabbits. Wouldn't it be a joke to sell them?" 】
[As long as you don’t have the word Cui Zhishan engraved on your face, even if the buyer knows your face, they won’t dare to associate you with the head of the Cui family. ] Cui Hui picked up one of the surviving rabbits and rubbed his cheek with its snow-white fur.
Thinking of this, he finally felt less bitter.
Cui Zhi's mind was full of the past, but the scribe beside him did not notice it, but thought to himself: "In order to survive, rabbits have amazing pain tolerance and endurance. Are all living beings in the world not rabbits? If there is no retreat and no endurance, who is willing to leave? The land that our ancestors have relied on for generations to become a traitor? "
The fear and pain exceed the limit and the rabbit will scream.
So do people.
Once the pain inflicted by the outside world exceeds the critical point, they will often either force themselves to death or force others to death, without exception. It hasn’t come to this point, but it’s still bearable. How can the corpse-vegetarians have the dignity to ask these people why they don’t continue to tolerate it? Because the person opposite was so unfamiliar, I turned over the table.
It's that simple.
Cui Zhidao: "Do you think the government is forcing the people to rebel?"
"If the sky has no way, change the sky; if the king has no way, change the king."
Cui Zhi didn't expect that there were one or two desirable people among the crowd, but he was curious: "Does the master know what Mr. Xi said?"
Those in power prefer stability and meekness.
Lord, king, minister, father, father, son.
I don't think any master would like the people under him. His mind is full of the idea of "if there is no way in heaven, change the sky, and if the king has no way, then change the king." Who can guarantee that he will always be "righteous"? Who would be happy if he had to be replaced once he was "unruly"?
The scribe said: "That's what the master thinks."
Everyone in the Kang Dynasty, both civil and military, wrote good reviews, and among them the Lord who liked to "examine myself three times a day" was the most positive. Even if there were no natural disasters throughout the year, he would still have to issue a "sinful edict" during the New Year to reflect on why various weird indicators were not achieved this year, such as per capita clothing, per capita food, per capita housing... He once suspected that the talent did not come because they were too busy. .
A person can be an inspirational and enthusiastic person.
A group of people rolling like crazy is a social animal hell.
Cui Zhi: "...Really?"
Oh, he didn't believe it.
Not only did he not believe it, but he also made a strange statement: "The Duke of Zhou was afraid of the day of rumors, but Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the throne. Xiangshi died at the beginning, who knows the authenticity of his life? The real perfect people are indeed rising stars, no matter how sweet words they say, Can tell.”
When you don't succeed, what you say is better than what you sing.
Once you get it, your true face begins to show.
The scribe thought about his master and pointed out that he had been out for half his life and could not be considered a "rising star". However, there was no need to defend these words to a stranger. His silence sounded like some kind of unspeakable guilt in Cui Zhi's ears.
Not long after, I heard the scribe gasp again.
Cui Zhi looked sideways and saw that the scholar's handsome face was pale with almost no blood, and his glossless lips showed clear lip lines, which made him look a bit weak. He frowned slightly, thinking that the scribe had a hidden disease.
I was thinking about whether I should avoid it so as not to be framed, but I still had to say a few false words: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"
It's so pitiful that I didn't do anything.
Is this person trying to frame himself?
The scribe rubbed his heart and found it difficult to raise his brows.
His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with mist at some point: "For some reason, I felt uncomfortable as soon as I arrived here."
As the severe pain deepened, the knife and fan in his hand fell to the ground.
Cui Zhi took half a step back to the side. He looked around and found no clues. He said: "Cui has an open life and doesn't bother to do things like stabbing people in the back. Mr. Cui's mental illness has nothing to do with him."
The scribe twitched his lips.
Since we are offering incense and condolences, we naturally need to understand the basic situation. To avoid having to enter the mourning hall later to greet the deceased’s juniors and accidentally say the wrong thing and offend the host’s family. Cui Zhi also understood these human feelings and did not feel that the scribe's inquiry was overstepping his bounds: "I was harmed by a bad person."
Just five words made the scribe shut up.
He was worried that if he continued to ask questions, it would be embarrassing if people told him that the villain was an immortal believer. Wouldn't he be beaten to the funeral hall by his angry family members? He sighed vaguely: "Thousands of disasters have brought great sorrow to the people's lives. This person has passed away, and Cui Langjie feels sorry for him."
It's okay if I don't say it, but it makes Cui Zhi sad.
Cui Zhi is a typical child of a wealthy family. He has been cared for by three or four wet nurses since he was born. In his memory, his mother was always cold to him. She was always concerned about her husband, her family, her general affairs, and Cui Zhi's academic talent. Very little attention is really given to Cui Zhi as a whole. Mother and son want to get close to each other, but there is always an invisible gap between them.
When he grew up, he was more than respectful to his mother, but not close enough.
His mother never talked to him, let alone enlightened him.
However, mother-in-law is different.
He felt in the other person the tenderness between an ordinary mother and son, not so many cold and alienating rules, not so many frowning trade-offs of interests, just a mother and a son. Her explanation may not solve the actual problem, but it can allow Cui Zhi to take a breath and prevent it from breaking.
Cui Zhi came back to his senses, his eyes already moist.
Sighing and wiping away tears: "I'm so embarrassed, sir, I'll make you laugh."
Anyway, the other party doesn’t know his true identity, so it’s not that embarrassing to cry in front of him. Cui Zhi could already see Qingshui Temple at the end of his sight, and led the scribes inside to the side hall where the spirit was suspended. At the door, the scribe used the mountain spring water to purify his hands and took three sticks of incense from Cui Zhi. The mourning hall is simple and simple, with a small coffin standing alone in the middle. There is no one here to guard the mourning soul...
Cui Zhi guessed who he was looking for by looking at his eyes and explained: "My mother-in-law was the abbot of this nunnery during her lifetime. She took in many homeless women and children and abandoned baby girls. After the disaster, she also took in sick refugees. , most of them are arranged in the more spacious backyard. The rice grain in the nunnery is at the bottom, and the mountain wife should go to appease them..."
The scribes were even more impressed after hearing this.
For some reason, when he was in this cold mourning hall, the frequent heart palpitations on the way up the mountain disappeared without a trace, as if they had never happened. The scribe looked at this simple coffin and shed tears unconsciously. He even forgot to light incense. Cui Zhi was confused when he saw it. People who didn't know it thought that the scribe's mother-in-law was lying in the coffin.
Even if you are acting, you don’t have to work so hard.
Cui Zhi was about to remind him when the scribe suddenly asked.
"Why is there no memorial tablet in the Ling Yue Ling Hall?" There are only a few sacrifices on the altar, but the most important memorial tablet is not installed?
Cui Zhidao: "This is my mother-in-law's advice."
Unexpectedly, the scribe's reaction was particularly loud: "Why?"
Cui Zhi also asked Cui Hui if he needed him to set up a memorial tablet for his mother-in-law, but Cui Hui said that this was his late mother's last wish: "Maybe... I want to be an unknown person in the Palace of Hell. My mother-in-law made mistakes in her early years and did some things." Things that cannot be forgiven in life, all these years She tried her best to make up for it, but she still felt guilty. She wanted to do this to atone for her past sins. As a junior, she couldn't disobey her elder's wishes. "Although these crimes are nothing in the eyes of the Cui family, it is still forced to fall into the trap. For livelihood.
With the world being like this, how can you blame those who are seeking to survive?
But in his heart he doubted the scribe beside him.
The other party's reaction was too strange.
What tears were shed in his mother-in-law's funeral hall?
"I can't light this incense."
Cui Zhi took a look and said, "Perhaps it was damaged by moisture due to improper storage."
All in all, send people down the mountain as soon as possible.
The scribe dried the three incense sticks with Wen Qi and lit them smoothly.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall. Cui Zhi recognized Cui Hui as soon as he heard it, turned around and said, "Where did Ke Wu go?"
Naturally, he didn't see the scribe's suddenly stiff back when he turned around.
Cui Huidao: "Something happened in the back hall."
She looked at the scribe's back and felt vaguely familiar, so she asked Cui Zhi with her eyes. Cui Zhi gave her a calm and calm response. She was just here to express condolences. Knowing this purpose, the ice color on Cui Hui's face faded a lot.
At this time, the couple discovered that the scribe always had his back to the door of the side hall, his back to Cui Hui, and his face to the coffin. Cui Hui couldn't see it from his angle, but Cui Zhi's position could clearly see that the scribe was distracted. The hot incense ash fell from the top and hit the scribe's wrist, causing red marks immediately. The whole figure seemed to have had its soul taken away, as if it were a puppet standing in a daze, which looked so weird.
Cui Zhi raised his hand and put it on the hilt of the sword on his waist.
The cultist in front of him was behaving erratically, and he didn't look like a good person in any way. If he suddenly attacked in his mother-in-law's funeral hall... Thinking of this possibility, Cui Zhi's eyes were brewing with terrifying murderous intent. The thumb pushed open the sword grid little by little, and pulled out a sharp sword blade.
The atmosphere was so stagnant that it was hard to breathe.
Cui Hui's heart suddenly started beating wildly, and there were vague signs of losing control. She stepped forward, wanting to take a closer look at the person, but before her outstretched hand could reach him, Cui Zhi pressed down forcefully.
"Kewu?"
"Kewu..."
"How can you be Kewu?"
A hoarse ghostly voice overflowed from the scribe's throat, from vague to clear, from confusion to madness, and he kept murmuring Cui Hui's name. Cui Zhi was naturally unhappy, but he was even more confused about this person's identity and why he could make Ke Wuye lose his composure.
Suddenly, a ridiculous idea jumped out.
Could it be that he is...
Before Cui Zhi could express the guess in his throat, the scribe suddenly turned around, revealing a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes, and the muscles of his facial features twitched from time to time under the influence of emotion. It can also be seen from the details that the owner is extremely tolerant.
He pointed at the coffin and asked sharply: "Who is here?"
Cui Hui Leng said with a hard face: "What do you think?"
Cui Zhi had never seen Cui Hui like this.
Even when the couple was quarreling the most, Cui Hui never showed such a cold attitude towards him. Is the scribe in front of me really that person? Unspeakable emotions rolled in Cui Zhi's chest, strangling his reason, and he could only hold on.
In other words, you cannot lose your demeanor.
Before Cui Zhi could open his mouth to test the other party's identity, the tearful scribe in front of him spurted out a large mouthful of blood without any warning.
He stumbled backwards, holding on to the altar table to keep him from falling. Cui Zhi stepped forward to support him, and pressed his fingers on the other person's meridians. After a little exploration with Wen Qi, he found that the other person's meridians were disordered. The other party said: "There is no one in front of the King of Hell's Palace...no one...no one?"
"Are you unknown?"
"What am I!"
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Remind me not to forget to open a fund event at the end of the month_(:з」∠)_