0919: The past of the peak tower! Search for the legend fabricated by the Shrine! (Please ask for a
The song is close to the boat along the shore, and people are riding horses to cross the bridge.
The towers are far away from Leifeng, and the spring is far away from Geling.
Leifeng Pagoda was actually built during the long-destroyed Wuyue Kingdom.
At that time, Uncle Qian, the king of Wuyue, was so happy that his beloved concubine "Huang" had a son. He built a 13-story brick pagoda by the West Lake and prayed for the safety of "Huang" with 84,000 volumes of Buddhist scriptures.
purpose.
Therefore, the original Leifeng Pagoda was actually called "Huang Fei Pagoda".
This magical pagoda has had beautiful legends since ancient times. However, because the mountain peak it is located on is named Leifeng, it was gradually called Leifeng Pagoda by later generations.
Later, Wu and Yue destroyed the country, and the Song Dynasty moved to Hangzhou City under the pressure of the Jin Kingdom. This became the territory of the Song Kingdom.
Since the stability of the Song Dynasty, the city of Hangzhou has become increasingly prosperous. Officials were intoxicated with wealth, and knights and literati were all hanging out here. This created a grand scene of singing and dancing in the West Lake. During that period, many beautiful myths and legends were sung in the West Lake, including thunder and lightning.
The most popular legend related to the Peak Tower is undoubtedly the sad myth and legend of the White Snake, Xu Xian and the monk Fa Hai.
This legend continues to this day, and it has moved many people to the story of Xu Xian and White Snake’s loyal love, and they are immersed in this story of loyal love that does not change despite the power.
But legends are always just legends. Legends may be touching and inspiring, but they are not true after all. If one day someone says that the legend is true and that White Snake and Xu Xian do exist, then most people will probably think that this person is
crazy.
"But according to the relevant ancient book fragments we unearthed, this legend may not be true, but characters with similar names may have existed before, and what happened between them may not be as recorded in the legend.
So beautiful, even cruel.
But it may be that human intervention caused this kind of story to spread, and gradually changed from cruel to beautiful.
A beautiful new legend will cover up the cruel facts, appear in people's field of vision, and be accepted by people."
On the streets of Hangzhou City, a carriage dragged by eight horses was driving slowly, followed by another carriage dragged by four horses. There was no need for officers and soldiers to clear the way for pedestrians as they passed.
They all gave way and watched the carriage leave with reverence.
Except that the carriage is one model larger than an ordinary carriage, it is not luxurious, but the eight horses pulling the carriage are all good horses.
Apart from the current emperor, there is only one person who can drive an eight-horse carriage on the land of the Song Dynasty with such grandeur and swagger.
Most of the people in Hangzhou already knew that this man had arrived in Hangzhou, so they were not surprised to see such an eight-horse carriage swaggering through the city. They were also very excited and called friends to watch the champion go to Leifeng Pagoda.
In the carriage, Jiang Dali looked at the enthusiastic and respectful faces outside through the curtains that occasionally moved, and at the lively scene of people camped and working on the streets, each running about their own things, he couldn't help but feel the same.
He felt this and nodded.
"Such a beautiful and vibrant place should indeed have such beautiful and moving legends. However, I do agree with your skeptical spirit and can accept the seemingly absurd contents recorded in ancient books.
Because when the flowers are blooming on the ground, it may be the time when the corpse is rotting underground.”
"When the flowers are blooming on the ground, maybe it's also when the corpse is rotting underground. Yes, yes, this is like the mystery of the fifteenth sword of death. It goes from life to death, continuing the process of death.
One sword, my sword technique, why can't it be like this?"
Sad Xiaodao's heart was shaken, and a trace of deep thought appeared in his clean and pure eyes, and he was about to enter a selfless state of mind again.
Jiang Dali was helpless. Apart from being helpless, he also had some admiration for such a martial arts fanatic who was extremely different among players.
No wonder he was never able to become the top player among players in his last life. Even though he had strange powers, he only earned the title of "Strong Sword". The reason is that he is not as pure, so obsessed, and so obsessed with him.
Lonely practice.
Without interrupting the other party's deep thought in martial arts, Jiang Dali reached out and directly took the ancient book information provided by the Yun family from the sad knife's hand to check.
Read it carefully, word for word, sentence by sentence.
Jiang Dali gradually became convinced that this ancient book was just a fragment, with many unclear words, and it was even confusing to read it coherently.
But the only thing that is certain is that inside the Leifeng Pagoda, there is most likely a "cave" that even players from non-aristocratic families were not aware of in the previous life.
The reason why it is a cave rather than a blessed land is because it is also explained in ancient books that there is a tomb full of mechanisms inside Leifeng Pagoda, which was built by a monk who was originally in charge of Leifeng Pagoda.
And that monk was once a member of the Soujin Palace, an ancient powerful force.
As for whose tomb that tomb belongs to.
Based on the answers in the ancient books, it is not difficult to guess that the tomb is not the tomb of a certain person, but may be the tomb of a ferocious beast like a fire unicorn.
Combined with the legends about West Lake and Leifeng Pagoda over the years, it becomes very clear what that ferocious beast is.
Although this sounds very outrageous, Jiang Dali, combined with the power shown by the Buddhist artifact in Leifeng Pagoda yesterday, believed in ancient books and believed that beautiful stories may not necessarily be beautiful, but may be cruelty stained with blood.
It's just such outrageous information from ancient books that it's no wonder that most other indigenous people don't believe it.
Because this is really too ridiculous.
If Jiang Dali hadn't heard about the terrifying power of Sou Shen Palace in his previous life, he would have been a little unable to accept this sudden news.
Jiang Dali put down the ancient book and sat in the car, rubbing his chin and thinking, "It seems that, just from the information obtained from the ancient books, the beautiful legend of the White Snake and Xu Xian in Hangzhou West Lake in the Song Dynasty in recent years is actually just a search.
It was just a drama deliberately concocted by the shrine in order to cover up something.
The truth should be that a white snake as powerful and ferocious as the fire unicorn was causing harm to the world, so Soushen Palace sent a monk holding an extremely powerful Buddhist bowl to subdue the snake.
But this process did not go smoothly, so they used a man named Xu who had been kind to White Snake in the early years to give White Snake a fatal blow in a sneak attack, and finally surrendered White Snake.
Then the monk used the power of the bowl to suppress the snake corpse in the tomb of Leifeng Pagoda to ward off evil spirits and suppress luck.
Later, Sou Shen Palace felt that this battle was too insidious and embarrassing, damaging the prestige and reputation of Sou Shen Palace. After all, only the kindness of people can be used to subdue the ferocious beasts, which proves that the ferocious beasts actually have consciences in their hearts, and the so-called means of eliminating evil are useless.
Brightness cannot be won without force.
So you fabricated a beautiful legend to cover up the ugly facts of the past?"
After such an analysis in his mind, Jiang Dali felt that the origin of the Buddhist artifact of Leifeng Pagoda and the related stories were completely clear. No wonder Dongfang Bubai told him that the Baqi poisonous blood in his body often caused restlessness and confusion about the location of Leifeng Pagoda.
It resonates, as if something is attracting it inside the tower.
If there really is the tomb of the ferocious beast White Snake in the tower, it would be normal for Baqi to be a snake-like ferocious beast, and its bloodline would resonate with it.
But the only thing unclear is, after so many years, does Soushen Palace still exist?
Why didn't any expert in the Song Dynasty discover the anomaly in Leifeng Pagoda?
Or maybe, there are indeed people like the heavenly monks and the nuns who know what is going on inside the Leifeng Pagoda, but they dare not make mistakes due to the power of the magical weapon of that Buddhist weapon?
This kind of doubt flashed through Jiang Dali's mind, and he did not continue to think deeply.
Because of related issues, he had already written a letter yesterday, along with the design drawings of Jingyan Palace, and sent them to the Song Dynasty Palace, requesting people from the royal family and Huang Shang to set up an investigation team to retrieve a series of recorded information for him.
, looking for clues of the answer, otherwise he would dismantle the Leifeng Pagoda and find the answer himself.
After a while, the carriages and horses quickly arrived near Mount **.
At this time, two teams of officers and soldiers had gathered on the road near here and were waiting.
The ground surrounded by officers and soldiers was now covered with straw mats, and the straw mats were covered with white cloth. From a distance, there was a moist and burnt smell, as if the coals had been extinguished by water. Many natives and natives were surrounding them.
The players gathered together and watched from a distance, pointing at the white cloth and talking about it.
The carriage gradually slowed down under Jiang Dali's order.
An officer and soldier immediately strode forward and whispered through the curtain of the carriage, "Your Majesty, the bodies of all the assassins have been recovered and are all here."
Jiang Dali opened the curtain and looked around. He could see at a glance that there must be five corpses covered with white cloth on the ground. They were neatly arranged and there were not many of them.
He nodded slightly, thinking of Master Concubine Xuan's last kind words, and said solemnly, "Give her a generous burial."
Just as he was about to continue telling the carriage to move forward, Huan Huan's figure flashed out of the carriage behind him, swept directly into the surrounded area, and waved out a palm.
The white cloth was all lifted.
Five corpses were revealed, lined up on the ground, like charcoal, and difficult to identify.
Immediately, commotion and uproar broke out all around.
Huanwan stared at one of the charred corpses, biting her lip with a complicated expression, and finally turned into a sigh, fluffing her sleeves for a while, and the white cloth was instantly lifted up to cover it again.
When Jiang Dali saw such a scene, he wanted to know what was happening to Di Ni at this time.
If he had not died, then he would have let Dini, the instigator, die and be buried with him, because he never liked owing anything, because those who owe debts may be more embarrassed than those who are owed, which is a feeling he has rarely experienced before.
As long as he has offended him, he will remember it and return it twice as much.
But as long as it is someone who has helped him, and is willing to use his life to help him, even if the other person's original intention is not to help him, but to help more people, he still feels indebted.
Because even if such a person is an enemy, he is at least an enemy worthy of respect.
Because it is actually not difficult to know how to use your own life to kill people, but it is difficult to know how to use your own life to save others.
He can't do it, but respect!
The dead are dead, but the living are still moving forward.
The carriage continued to move forward and slowly arrived at the foot of Leifeng Pagoda.
The tower is on the mountain, the mountain is by the lake, and the lake is in everyone's heart, and in their hearts are the beautiful legends that have been sung for thousands of years.
A thick and tall old elm tree stands crookedly in the ancient courtyard under the tower, like a hunchbacked old man guarding this ancient temple day and night.
Jiang Dali ignored the sad knife that was still immersed in martial arts insights. He got off the carriage and looked up at the majestic ancient pagoda standing on the high steps.
Feeling suddenly dispersed, he wanted to explore into the Leifeng Pagoda.
However, almost at the moment when his spiritual sense had just emerged, Leifeng Pagoda suddenly bloomed with a dangerous and hostile scarlet light in front of his eyes. A terrifying warning sign was born in his heart in an instant, as if he was killed by a pair of eyes full of malice and resentment.
Death stare lock.
"Um?"
The hair on Jiang Dali's body suddenly stood up, and he frowned, instantly ending the extension of his spiritual sense to Leifeng Pagoda.
At the same time, a huge and mellow power, just like the last time, suddenly spread out from Leifeng Pagoda, full of depression. All vitality seemed to be suppressed, and the sounds of birds and insects disappeared instantly.
Immediately, the red light that erupted on the tower quickly subsided and disappeared. Only the depressing and terrifying atmosphere seemed to prove that what had just happened was unusual.