Three days later, Murong Fu and his lonely boat embarked on the journey north again. However, the destination was not Bianliang. Although he must go there after Bianliang, there was still someone who needed to visit him before that, and this person's In a sense, the importance even surpassed the little emperor Zhao Xu who was about to usher in power.
He came to Hangzhou a few days ago and buried a memory that should not be revealed. Now, for his future ambitions, he will use this as a starting point to open a new chapter.
After arriving at the place, Murong Fu first lived in a local Murong family mansion, and then ordered the servants to submit famous letters. In just one meal, the servants rewarded him. The owner of the family invited Murong Fu to come to his house tomorrow.
Azhu Abi was brought by Murong Fu. After hearing the servant's reply, he couldn't help but curiously: "This man is so arrogant. He actually asked the young master to wait for him. Could it be that he is a royal relative and a senior official of the court?"
Murong Fu chuckled: "The royal relatives and court officials are not worth my trip to visit each other. I am afraid that this young master can wait in the world, but this person is the only one. It's worth my wait."
On the second day, a sedan chair carried Murong Fu and headed towards his destination.
When he arrived at the place, Murong Fu lifted the curtain and saw it, and couldn't help but laugh: This old man, who should I show this?
It turns out that this place is not a mansion, but a palace built on the hillside. The plaque in front of the view is written with three words "Dongxiao Palace". It is far away from the downtown area and is very quiet. The ancient view is hidden in the deep mountains. The sun shines on the high forest. The breeze is refreshing. Come, the bells are melodious, and sometimes the sound of Taoist priests chanting scriptures comes from afar, which really makes me feel a bit independent of the world.
In the Song Dynasty, the Taoist sect has always been a national religion. Like a beggar emperor who claimed to be Zhu Xi in later generations, the officials of Zhao Song made a fictional fiction for themselves in order to prove that they had the virtue of their ancestors and their destiny. The ancestor: Zhao Xuanlang, whose identity is the Taoist Thunder Tribe Heavenly Lord, which is the prototype of Zhao Gongming in "The Romance of the Gods".
Since the ancestors were gods of the Taoist sect, their descendants must of course follow the Taoist sect. Therefore, in the Song Dynasty, although the imperial court's expenses were not enough to make ends meet every year, the construction of palaces never stopped. Among them, Yuqing Palace in the Zhenzong Dynasty was the most important. There were 3,000 houses, which were said to cost 20 million yuan, and the treasury was empty. Later, a fire was burned clean during the Jiayou period of Renzong.
In the Chanyuan Alliance, Empress Dowager Xiao and her son and 200,000 Liao troops went south and rushed thousands of miles. It took a long time to get 300,000 yuan of annual monies per year. Later, Li Yuanhao rose to the Liao Kingdom. Taking advantage of the situation, I tried my best to increase the annual monies to 500,000. Murong Fu said that it would be better to let the hundreds of thousands of elite Liao troops transfer their businesses together after so much effort. Doing civil engineering makes no more money than this.
After so many palaces were built, of course, the value had to be brought into play. In the Song Dynasty, the officialdom struggle was fierce, but due to the so-called "ancestor's family law" that did not kill civil officials, an official would often be granted if he was frustrated in the political arena. The mission of "Tiju Palace Temple" has cost a lot of money and the palace temple that is very busy and the people are hurting money has become a youth palace with the characteristics of the Song Dynasty.
"You guys go back, I'll go up the mountain by myself."
Murong Fu ordered several sedan chairmen.
"Yes, young master."
"Where did Tan Yue come from? Is it to burn incense or to serve a delicacy?"
Before the palace, a small Taoist boy came up to stop Murong Fu.
The Taoist boy was twelve or thirteen years old, with beautiful eyes and clever words. Seeing Murong Fu dressed in luxurious clothes and good temperament, he was not as good as an ordinary grass temple. He cheated him of more incense money, and was worthy of being a royal Taoist temple that housed the bosses.
, the style is indeed different.
Murong Fu did not despise the other party because of his young age, and said politely: "Please tell Zhang Guan Envoy, just say that the nephew of the Murong family of Gusu who had sent a message to him yesterday came to pay a visit."
The Taoist boy heard Murong Fu's report to his house and was slightly surprised: "Nan Murong?"
“It’s just me.”
Murong Fu said with a smile.
The Taoist boy bowed and said, "It turns out that he is the same clan of the prince of Henan, and he is rude. The family master told me yesterday that if Mr. Murong came, he would take him to Yuqing Cave, the back mountain to find him. The family master has been in seclusion there these days, and
Come with the trail.”
"It's been a labor."
Leaded by a small Taoist boy, Murong Fu walked around the ground and went up the back mountain strangely. Along the way, he saw ancient cypresses, green pines, and gurgling water. It was a quiet place that was extremely suitable for self-cultivation.
Murong Fu said: "Zhang Guan Envoy can choose places, and such a blessed place of immortals is so envious."
The little Taoist boy said, "Master, since he was in charge of this view eight years ago, he has lived in seclusion in the back mountain most of the time. He can go down the mountain for at most no more than two times a year. He will refuse all visitors from both inside and outside on weekdays.
Today, Mr. Murong is considered an example."
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Oh, so I have taken great care of my face today."
Soon after, when I arrived in front of a pile of rocks, the little Taoist boy said, "The family master is in this rock formation. Please go there by yourself."
Murong Fu looked at it and was stunned: There were strange rocks in front of him, and the shade of trees, where is there any path?
Murong Fu was about to ask the little Taoist boy, who had already turned into a black spot in the distance when he exercised his light skills. If Murong Fu had not had the excellent eyesight, he would not have seen it at all.
"I didn't realize that this little Taoist boy's light skills are quite good."
"Looking at the distribution of these piles of rocks, they are arranged in the order of Qimen Bagua. If you don't know the trick and get stuck inside, you may not be able to come out for three days and three nights. This old man is deliberately testing me.
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Murong Fu smiled slightly - According to the general idea, that is, to use the principles of Qimen Dunjia to find out the rules. If you are lucky, you can find the path in one or two days. However, who said I want to follow the general idea?
?
Murong Fu's toes slid his sleeves and his body floated like a kite in the air. With the swelling of true energy, his body gradually flew over the pile of rocks. From a distance, it was really a bit powerful.
It feels like the feeling of being independent of the world and becoming an immortal.
"Finally found!"
Before Murong Fu was temporarily stagnant and his body was about to fall, Murong Fu finally found a corner of a pile of rocks. In the gossip, a white-haired old man was sitting in front of a stone platform and thinking hard.
This scene of the void control of the wind is like a miracle.
Murong Fu pointed a note into the void with his feet, and the auspicious light fell lightly in front of the old man like a dead leaf.
"The nephew of Shi meets the uncle of Shi."
The old man still didn't move, just stared at the chessboard in front of him, motionless.
Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly: He is so familiar with this chess game. Isn't it the Zhenlong chess game that Wuyazi placed in Wuliang Mountain during his lifetime?
Murong Fu concentrated his mind slightly, flicked his fingers lightly, and shot out a thunderous finger.
With a muffled "puff", a small hole instantly appeared on the chessboard carved from the stone.
"you!"
The old man held a black piece in his hand and had not fallen for a while. Murong Fu suddenly used his finger to hit a small hole in the chessboard, and then took a step forward in place of the black piece.
"You are simply playing the piano randomly. You can just snatch your eyes at once. Heizi was killed directly but Sixteen sons. How could this happen?"
The old man was furious. If he hadn't been polite with respect, he would have almost cursed.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "If you don't have this son, Zhang Shiwang will be too busy to indulge in it tomorrow morning. Even though it is safe today, the world is peaceful, but the court is full of treacherous and undercurrents are surging.
As a great weapon of the country and a pillar of the country's safety, Shibo thought of the emperor and the people of the world at that time. Is it a great thing to be sad about this 19-travel art of carvings and insects?
What should I do?"
The old man in front of him was the great talent who once became famous all over the world and was well-known in later generations, Zhang Dun and Zhang Zihou.