Chapter 492 The story is always a legend, the legend is you and me
When these understatement words fell, it was like thunder from the sky. Everyone in the whole Zhai Palace trembled and lowered their heads, not daring to look again. The huge green dragon slowly filled its eyes with its body and gray robe.
The young man looked calm.
"Self-commitment..."
The emperor murmured to himself, staggered to his feet, stepped back, and suddenly reacted.
"Don't you dare kill me."
"Don't you dare kill me!"
The emperor, who was dressed in a luxurious Taoist robe and had his hair bound in jade hairpins, had been practicing Taoism for nearly thirty years. At least he knew that one of the iron rules of Taoism was that outside practitioners should not come into contact with the dynasty's destiny in the world, otherwise even a true cultivator would be involved in disaster.
Angry, even Zhang Jiao of the Taiping Ministry and Zhuge Liang of the Shu Han Dynasty were not willing to die well. His eyes lit up, as if he had found some reason, and he said loudly:
"If you kill me, you won't have a good death!"
The blue dragon hovered, seemingly planning to take action on behalf of the Taoist.
The young man in gray robe looked deeply at the emperor.
He stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on Qinglong's forehead.
Qinglong's claw-exploring momentum was interrupted.
The young man in gray robe walked down the dragon's head step by step.
After learning about the future, starting two hundred years ago, it only changed the fate of some people. The Taoist who had never actively intervened seemed to have figured out something. He moved forward step by step, his sleeves fluttering, and the people in the palace could only see the blink of an eye.
, the Taoist had already appeared in front of the emperor.
He raised his right hand and clasped the throat of the most noble person in the world.
Carrying him forward all the way, the self-proclaimed Emperor of Heaven was held by the throat and smashed through rockeries, jade articles, and famous trees. Finally, his back smashed through a white jade screen with a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The Taoist threw it casually, and the emperor was smashed on the table.
On the upper body, the seven orifices bleed and the meridians are severed.
There was even more deathly silence in the air. The Taoist did not look back, he just said:
"...How will you record this?"
As Emperor Jiajing participated in the Zhai Palace Jiao Festival, the historian who recorded the event kowtowed and trembled:
"Emperor, the emperor believes in sycophants and demons, and cholera affects the whole world."
"The Immortal comes down to earth to kill the evil king..."
The Taoist said nothing, and stretched out his hand to hold a talisman sword.
This sword was left behind by a true cultivator of unknown dynasty and generation. It was hidden in famous mountains and rivers, and was collected by people. Blood was used as a talisman on the sword body, and it finally seemed to be transformed into an entire talisman system. It was supposed to be in
In the Taoist temple, it was nurtured by monks of all ages and used as a treasure to guard the temple. It was brought here.
It's just that even if such a treasure was collected, Emperor Jiajing could not pull it out.
He tapped the sword with his fingers.
There was a clear sword cry.
The talisman sword is directly separated from the scabbard
He put the sword into his sleeve robe, leaving only the scabbard and placed it in the palace. The scabbard was filled with chill. The Taoist fluttered his sleeves and turned around and walked out, saying: "Tell the descendants of the Zhu family."
"Next time if there is an emperor who is addicted to Taoism and brings trouble to the world, then I will kill him again."
A young palace maid raised her head tremblingly and saw the Taoist priest who was in his early twenties. After walking a few steps, her long hair on the temples had turned into pure white. She passed by the kneeling officials and spoke in a calm voice:
"As for the emperor, I have an old relationship with the Zhu family, so I care about my dignity."
"This time, let's say he saw through the mortal world and became a Taoist."
"Follow me to cultivate immortality."
"If you seek benevolence, you will gain benevolence, and your name will remain in history. If you think about it, your remaining wishes will be fulfilled, so you should ask for nothing else."
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The classics of later generations often record such stories. The emperor asked for immortality, and finally his sincerity moved God and sent an immortal down. Therefore, the emperor at that time was able to follow the immortal to seek immortality. At that time, from Jiangnan to the capital, there were many people along the way.
Do you know how many people have seen the appearance of the immortal flying with the dragon in the sky?
However, later generations often do not believe it and regard this matter as an excuse for some kind of political change.
Later emperors also worked hard to govern their affairs, never visited immortals again, and their political affairs were also cleared up, so they did not pay much attention to this matter. Only some unofficial historical records related the three fires in the palace that year to this matter.
It is written in this chronicle that upon entering the palace, fire suddenly broke out, soldiers and armors roared, and the Taoist gave him the Taoist uniform and fled.
The emperors of the past dynasties have given many titles to the legendary immortal. As for the original king, when officials were arguing about his posthumous title, they had a dispute in order to leave a good impression on the immortal because of the last words he said.
, so the posthumous name was Ling.
It is good to offer sacrifices to ghosts and spirits, but to blaspheme ghosts and gods will not lead them far away.
In the hidden corners of history, the true cause of the emperor's death remains.
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As the years went by, Wu Ruzhong heard the news from the capital. In fact, no one around him stopped talking about the ridiculous thing about the immortal riding a dragon into the capital and His Majesty ascending. No one could believe it, but after that,
A smooth iteration of the throne occurred.
I was originally worried that the new emperor would also want to imitate his father and go to perform rituals and fasts in order to ascend. However, it was obvious that such worries were unnecessary. After the prince came to power, not only did he not learn Taoism, but he also
All the blue and purple nobles in the palace were expelled from the palace, and there were even rumors that the royal guards were chasing them.
Daomen Longhu Mountain was closed for a hundred years as self-punishment.
The entire China seems to be on the development track of the past two hundred years again. Regarding the emperor's ascension, everyone was shocked and then slowly accepted it. No matter what, life has to go on, and those distant and high-level things have nothing to do with it.
For the people, it is far better to lift unnecessary taxes.
And instead of having to work twenty or thirty places every year, it would be better to build a vegetarian palace.
There can always be some surplus in the rice vat at home. It is not necessary for every family to be clean, but to suffer a little. The family that became prosperous by taking advantage of the emperor's hobby of practicing Taoism and following his own preferences is now gradually declining, and every day it laments that this is the case.
Life is not as good as it was ten years ago, during the reign of Emperor Jiajing.
Of course, when the common people occasionally talk about the former emperor, they will chat in hidden places with dissatisfied tone, whispering to each other: "The late emperor wasted money and wasted money. I don't know how many people's homes are empty. This kind of people can actually be guided by immortals to ascend."
, Oops, do you think this immortal is also greedy for power?"
"Even if such an emperor can ascend to the throne, what kind of immortal is he?"
"Have no eyes to see."
"Hey, I'm looking at the Immortal, I'm afraid there are some scandalous things like collusion between government and businessmen."
The white-haired Wu Ruzhong frowned, but didn't say anything. He picked up a bottle of wine and staggered back to his home. More than ten years had passed since then, and he had never seen that person again.
The young man in gray robe sometimes wonders if all this is just his imagination.
However, the old man, who has seen a lot in his life, recalls the swift and decisive move when the throne was exchanged, and can still faintly smell the iron and blood in it. He also asked his friend Shen Kun, who was the number one scholar, but the latter refused to say anything, but just
It is said that almost all the imperial guards in the palace were injured that day.
There was a dismantled white jade screen with blood stains on it that could not be washed away.
For Wu Ruzhong, this is enough.
When he returned home, he saw the courtyard door open. Wu Ruzhong, who was not young, frowned and muttered. When he opened the door, he saw a gray robe with his back to him. His hair was tied with a hosta, but he had black hair.
It has become half white, and it looks a bit more like the vicissitudes of life.
"Ah...you, it's you..."
Wu Ruzhong's voice was trembling: "Is that you?"
The man in gray robe turned around, sighed, and said with a smile: "Long time no see."
"Brother Wu."
"Is it really you?"
Wu Ruzhong stuttered and looked at the young man in front of him who looked only slightly older than before. He still couldn't believe his eyes. Then he invited the young man into the house and bought some food to go with the wine.
Then the two of them drank together and asked about what happened that year.
Wu Ruzhong's heart was shaken when he heard it. He seemed to be afraid, but he also longed for it.
The young man in gray robe drank a glass of turbid wine and asked: "Brother Wu, are you still writing your story?"
Wu Ruzhong responded with a free and easy smile: "Write, of course."
The young man picked up his cup and asked, "Are you still writing about monsters and monsters?"
The old man laughed loudly: "What gods, demons, mountain ghosts, and strange things are just written to impress people."
"Come on, come on, please help me see if there is anything wrong with what I wrote here."
He took out the manuscript under the influence of alcohol, and then handed it to the man in gray robe in front of him. He sighed with emotion, and when the latter was looking through it, he suddenly asked: "Mr. Yuan, when we first met decades ago,
Just ask Wu if he has seen you before. I said no at the time, but during this period of time, I felt something about it every time I dreamed about you."
"Sir, please clarify my doubts. Have we...really met before?"
"Have you seen..."
"Do you really want to know?"
The man in gray robe looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him. When he saw the latter nodding, he sighed, and pointed at the center of the old man's eyebrows. It is not a simple matter to break the memory of the past and present life, and there will be all kinds of troubles. But now the old man has already
When I reach the end of my life, I have already vaguely remembered it.
So he took advantage of the situation.
The old man's eyes widened, and the illusory experiences in his dreams emerged one after another. The old man's face fluctuated violently, and then he became deeply drunk.
He had a dream.
long...
It's really too long.
In this dream, he experienced a long time, a ridiculous youth, a young man who relied on swords to fight for strength, and a lonely and lonely old age. But in such a long time, he liked the middle period the most.
journey.
There are endless stretches of yellow sand, thousands of miles of wilderness, endless snow-capped mountains, and countless dangers.
But as long as he raised his head, he could see that firm back.
Buddha said to save all living beings.
But his attitude is to personally accompany you on this journey.
When the white-haired old man wakes up.
Under the candlelight, Yuan flipped through the book.
This is a book that I wanted to write when I was young, but I finally finished it when I was old. The last few revisions added countless details and stories. The gray-haired old man wrote about the past.
Because there once was a Yinglong, there is a dragon slaying in a dream, a vast desert, and a river of eight hundred quicksands.
Before his memory was fully restored, he must have hated the monk.
he thought.
Therefore, the tall, firm, and always calm monk must be made weak and timid in the book, causing him to constantly fall into various dangers. But why, every time when the monk is about to die, he always
He couldn't help but let a monkey-like character with yellow hair rescue him.
When the monk hesitated, it was the yellow-haired monkey who pointed him out.
When he was in danger, it was the monkey who risked everything.
This happened again and again, even in the story, he was unable to put the monk into danger. In the end, when the story was completed, the monk became a Buddha, and the monkey with golden hair was also a Buddha.
It's as if this way I can stay next to Master forever.
Master will not die, nor will he leave.
I was saved and protected in my previous life. Even in the story, I want to protect you.
Let me protect you.
Let me guide you.
Originally I wanted to leave you, but now even if you drive me away, I still want to come back.
But, what about Master...
The old man staggered and unknowingly burst into tears. He looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were red and he was speechless.
Buddhist monks do not cultivate the afterlife.
But the young man in gray robe looked at the sobbing old man and stretched out his hand to put his head on the head.
He lowered his head, like the monk back then, grinned and said:
"Shipantuo."
The passing monk smiled: "Have a good time..."
The old man couldn't bear it any longer and staggered to his knees, crying and crying bitterly.
"Master, Master..."
"Where are you? I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."
The young man in gray robe closed his eyes and raised his head slightly.
Where are you, Xuanzang...
yes.
I miss you so much.
But we have been separated from each other for a thousand years.
Xuanzang of Tang Dynasty.
Dead.
This day was the last time Wu Ruzhong saw this gray-robed young man.
Wu Ruzhong was obsessed with officialdom for sixty years and had ups and downs.
In the last ten years, I wrote Journey to the West.
To be drunk and to write poems.
End in poverty and old age.
ps: Today’s first update... 3,800 words
Let’s watch the rest for the next three updates... The smoking hand trembles emoticon. If there are no more than one o’clock in the future, there will only be two updates. Life is more important. I didn’t want to write anything when I got up today. Sigh, it’s really...
Exhausted.
Originally I only planned to write the origin story of Journey to the West, but I found that I could also fill in the holes, but I found that I am not very good at filling in the holes and lying down...