The sword is far away from the army, and I have no home and no clothes.
After leaving the pass, there are three feet of snow, and I return to my dream of the old mandarin duck machine.
——"After mourning, he went to Eastern Shu to seek refuge and encountered snow at Sanguan" by Li Shangyin
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The next day, after receiving Suzong's permission, Uzuo Hachiman, as Fuso's special envoy, went to Xingqing Palace alone to pay homage to the Supreme Emperor Li Longji.
Abe Nakamaro served as the translator and accompanied Uza Hachimangami.
After the two exchanged polite greetings, Xuanzong asked Uzuo Hachiman God about the customs and customs of Japan with great interest.
God Uzuo Hachiman smiled and said: "I am not good at words, but I know some tricks. Since Your Majesty is interested, I can use magic to present the scenery of Fuso to Your Majesty."
Xuanzong was very interested and would wait and see.
God Uzuo Hachiman ordered someone to fetch a pot of water and poured it on the floor of the main hall with his own hands. The gold bricks on the floor were tightly sealed. When the water was poured on the floor, it did not leak downward, but turned into a shallow puddle of water.
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The water surface is like a mirror, reflecting a misty fairy mountain on the sea.
On the top of the fairy mountain, there is an exquisite tower held up by colorful clouds. Inside, there are some figures floating around, and countless light and graceful fairies.
A crane passed through the layers of fairy pavilions and came to a courtyard made of jade. It tapped the door of the courtyard with its beak and called out in a human voice: "Is Fairy Taizhen here?"
A beautiful woman in palace attire, with skin as white as snow, was taking a spring nap in the hibiscus tent. She was awakened by the roar of cranes and walked out of the tent wearing a gorgeous embroidered robe cut by clouds.
The beaded curtains and silver-decorated screens opened one after another.
This beautiful woman in imperial attire swept her Emei eyebrows and had a half-combed bun. She walked to the front of the hall without having time to dress up.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle flutters, and the floor-length skirt flutters with the wind, just like the colorful and feathered dance in the past.
The beautiful woman in palace attire has a jade face that is better than a peony, but her expression is lonely and sad, with traces of tears still there, like pear blossoms with rain. She leans on the railing, overlooks Chang'an, and gazes affectionately...
Xuanzong burst into tears, stood up from the dragon chair tremblingly, looked at the flowers in the mirror, cried: "Yuhuan, is it you? I miss you day and night..."
The illusion dissipated, and the Uzuo Hachiman God asked Xuanzong to get rid of the idle people.
After only Gao Lishi, Abe Nakamaro and four others were left, Uzuo Hachiman God bowed and saluted, saying: "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine is not dead. After the Maweipo Rebellion, she was removed from the tomb coffin by the Fuso scholar Xuan Fang.
Rescue, cast a spell to revive.
Now, the imperial concubine is staying in Fuso Kutani Town, looking forward to being reunited with His Majesty day and night."
After that, he handed the tin box containing Yang Yuhuan's green silk hair and a purple gold hairpin to Xuanzong. The tin box and gold hairpin were the things Yang Yuhuan was buried with.
Xuanzong held the tin box and gold hairpin, with tears in his eyes. Gao Lishi stood beside him, silent and with a complicated expression.
When Xuanzong returned to Chang'an from Chengdu, he reopened the tomb of Concubine Yang in Maweipo, hoping to bring the concubine back to Chang'an for burial. However, the coffin was empty, and there was no body of the noble lady, only the sachet she wore during her lifetime.
Since then, rumors have spread, and Concubine Yang's life and death have become a mystery.
God Uzuo Hachiman secretly observed Xuanzong's expression and said: "Your Majesty, I can bring the imperial concubine back to your Majesty, and I will stay with you forever from now on."
"Oh? If you can really do it, I will reward you greatly!" Xuanzong's breathing was rapid, and his longing was beyond words.
Uzuo Hachiman smiled and said: "I am young, so I don't ask for a big reward. I just ask Your Majesty Jinsou to tell me a clue."
Xuanzong's dragon eyes flashed with divine light, then turned away, and asked calmly: "Please speak."
God Uzuo Hachiman smiled slightly and said: "If your majesty is kind to you, I would like to inquire about the whereabouts of the Ninth Cauldron Cauldron Pill and the "Diamond Conquering Demon Sutra"."
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After Uzuo Hachiman left, Xuanzong asked Gao Lishi for his opinion.
Gao Lishi recalled: "In the fifth year of Kaiyuan (717), Abe Nakamaro set sail from Namba (today's Osaka) to the Tang Dynasty with the Japanese ambassador to Dozhibi County. The accompanying envoys to the Tang Dynasty also included Yoshibei Zhenbei and Xuexue
Monk Xuanfang and others."
Xuanzong said: "I have an impression of this learned monk Xuan Fang. After he entered the Tang Dynasty, he studied Fa Xiang Zong under Abbot Zhizhou, the third ancestor of Fa Xiang Zong. Xuan Fang had a profound attainment in Buddhism and was known as the fourth ancestor of Fa Xiang Zong.
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I also summoned him, gave him a purple cassock, and granted him a third-grade official title.
Do you think the words of God Uzuo Hachiman are credible? Is it Xuanfang who rescued Yuhuan and took her east to Fusang?"
Gao Lishi shook his head and said: "Your Majesty, if the Resurrection Pill is to work, the person who takes it must have deep internal strength.
The imperial concubine does not know martial arts. After taking the rejuvenating pill, the erysipelas invades her heart and she will die in just one stick of incense.
The old slave thought that the Yang clan members were worried that the rebels would destroy the empress's tomb, so they removed the empress's body and buried it in another place to find treasures.
Otherwise, if your Majesty is blessed with great blessings and survives, your Majesty will definitely come to seek refuge with you after your Majesty returns to Chang'an."
Xuanzong stared out the window in a daze and spoke for a long time. He looked sad and sighed: "If Yuhuan is still alive, the person I least want to see is probably me."
Gao Lishi didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only stay by Xuanzong's side silently.
Xuanzong took a long breath and put down the matter of Yang Yuhuan. He said to Gao Lishi: "The night is long and the dream is many, it is time to take action."
Gao Lishi's eyes flashed coldly, and he bowed to accept the order.
Gao Lishi was about to turn around and leave. Xuanzong called Gao Lishi and said: "For this operation, let Changsai Army Town General Zhu Rong and Zuowuwei General Dou Ruping take the lead. They have been plotting to elect Qi Wang Li Zhen as emperor. This time
Just let them do as they wish.
If the matter is not kept secret and the news leaks out, the coup can also be blamed on them."
Gao Lishi understood this and took the order to retreat.
Xuanzong walked to the window, opened the window and looked north. Looking at the majestic Hanyuan Hall in the distance, Xuanzong suddenly felt heroic.
"Yuhuan, no matter whether you are still alive or not, I, Li Longji, will never let your sacrifice be in vain..."
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On the upper floor of Changqing Tower adjacent to the market, accompanied by Liyuan disciples, the palace maid Ru Xianyuan appeared in person, playing the pipa and playing "Ambush from Flying Daggers" for Xuanzong.
Ru Xianyuan's pipa music was like the sound of nature. The people passing by downstairs stopped one after another, looked up and listened, and looked intoxicated.
In a restaurant on the street, a painter was so moved by the sound of the piano that he couldn't help but walk to the poetry table in the elegant room, took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and followed the rhythm of the music to move the pen and ink freely.
Several guests at the next table couldn't help but gather around the painter, leaning their heads to watch him paint.
The artist painted from the right end of the rice paper to the left, first using dull ink to gently render a hazy sky and mountain color.
Next, the painter painted a close-up view, first outlining some rocks, and then drawing a lush forest surrounding a temple.
After passing through the dense forest, the painter dipped the tip of his brush into an almost invisible bit of ink, swept the ink away, and softly outlined the distant mountains and rivers.
The blank space immediately gives the picture a sense of vastness.
The painter instantly creates an experience of traveling between mountains and rivers. First, he takes you into a temple in a dense forest and feels the incense of the temple.
After leaving the temple, the river surges in front of us, and the river surface is wide and refreshing.
While everyone was enjoying the ethereal and distant scene, the artist suddenly drew a steep cliff.
On the river below the cliff, a fishing boat was anchored, with a coir raincoat on the bow, casting a large net. At the same time, several passenger ships slowly sailed over from a distance, their sails full. Maybe they were merchants returning with full loads, maybe they were tourists returning.
Home……
On the huge cliff, an elegant thatched pavilion appeared, and several hikers were watching the scenery in the pavilion.
After passing this cliff, there is a very high stone arch bridge. In the middle of the bridge, there is an octagonal pavilion with carved beams and painted pillars. In the pavilion, people with high crowns and brocade belts sit here, making wine and tea, and quietly watching the mountains and rivers.
The painter followed the flow of clouds and added many steep peaks on the left side of the painting. The mountains are undulating and there are long mountain roads. At the foot of the farthest peak, there is a narrow bamboo bridge, and a person in white clothes is walking across the bridge.
Just like when Xianyuan finished her song, the painter also stopped painting in response, splashing ink on the landscape, and finished it in one go. He named the painting "Streams and Mountains in the Qingyuan Picture" and used it to cover the side of the painting.
Viewers feel as if they are in the clouds. From far to near, they can not only overlook the panoramic view, but also gain insight into the details, with a strong sense of movement.
The painter looked at his masterpiece and shook his head with great pride. He picked up the wine bowl and drank three cups in a row, shouting with joy.
The onlookers applauded in unison and donated their money to buy the masterpiece. A businessman finally won and spent a lot of money to buy this masterpiece.
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After playing in the wine shop, a man came to the painting table and laid a piece of rice paper flat on the table. He took out the wine gourd and took a sip of wine. He exerted force in his Dantian and sprayed a mouthful of wine on the rice paper.
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Something incredible happened.
The color of ink seeps out from the rice paper. Peaks, rocks, bamboo bushes, temples, cottages, fishing boats, sails... gradually appear on the rice paper.
It's the "Picture of Streams, Mountains and Clear Distances" just now!
The unexpected visitor smiled, slowly rolled up the rice paper, put it into a painting tube, and carried it behind his back.
After handling all this, the visitor took out his pen and ink, drew a door on the white wall of the private room, recited a spell, walked in through the wall, and disappeared.