After Wu Hou Dong Zhongting heard Chen Shaoyin's command, he immediately took two bad guards and returned to the front yard to find Zen Master Lingzhen.
Chen Shaoyin's eyes were blood red, and he was furious. He turned around and shouted at Zhang Songyue: "They used magic weapons to hurt Lian'er, and you just stood by and watched with cold eyes? Since this cassock and Yunluo Sky Net hurt the ghost, why don't you tear it off? You
Zhang Songyue has such good intentions!"
Zhang Songyue lowered his hands and said nothing, knowing that Chen Shaoyin had lost his beloved daughter and was so angry that he had already lost his former composure and majesty. After he cursed for a while, his attention was attracted by Zen Master Lingzhen who came over, and then he handed over his hands and said: "I'm the official
Being stupid and failing to protect the third lady..."
Chen Shaoyin turned his head and ignored him. Just as he was about to scold the Zen Master Lingzhen who came over, Fan Yiniang rushed out from behind and threw herself on the third lady: "Lian'er! Lian'er! What's wrong with you... You're taking my mother's life away.
If you leave me cruelly, how can I survive..."
Fan Yiniang burst into tears, and her cries pierced Chen Shaoyin's chest like a cold blade, making him confused again.
After crying for a while, Fan Yiniang's voice gradually became softer, and she began to sob violently. Suddenly she couldn't take a deep breath, her head tilted, and she fainted.
Chen Shaoyin looked at his daughter and then at his concubine. He didn't know what to do for a moment, and his heart was filled with sadness:
Lian'er, if my father had never given birth to you, you would not have suffered this disaster...Yiniang, if I had not forcibly married you, this tragedy would not have happened...As an official, I cannot protect my wife and daughter.
, is the source of sin...
Zen Master Lingzhen came up and said: "Amitabha! Donor Chen, please do not regret or blame yourself. Life and death are destined, and life is limited in heaven. Lian'er was born with Buddha nature. Now he only gives up a skin, but he can be reborn in the bliss of the West. Isn't it true?
Evil thing?
If we are trapped in life and death and keep giving up, how can our life be just one misery? Although this poor monk does not have the wisdom of Prajna, I am willing to sincerely recite and recite the Amitabha Sutra a thousand times, thinking that the deceased will be saved."
After listening to Zen Master Lingzhen's instructions, Chen Shaoyin felt as if he could turn away the clouds and see the sun. He immediately clasped his hands and said, "Zen Master is very wise! My disciple has become enlightened, but the cause of Lian'er's fruit lies with me. If I wasn't a high-ranking person, how could I have suffered such disasters?"
?After Lian'er is buried, my disciple is willing to serve as an official and return to his hometown, worship him in front of the Buddha, and confess all his sins."
Although Zhang Songyue couldn't stand the monk's behavior, he couldn't help but secretly praise Zen Master Lingzhen for his ability to observe words and emotions and speak like a lotus flower.
But it was said that Yang Zhaoxi and the old beggar Long were in the field. They left Wuhou Pu together and sat down in a pavilion somewhere in Zeshanfang. The two exchanged names, talked about Nian Geng, and then talked about their respective martial arts and exercises.
Only then did Yang Chaoxi learn that Long Zaitian's palm technique was the "Wind Catching Shadow Hand", which was a famous martial art from Tianshi Cave in Qingcheng Mountain in the middle of Sichuan. Long Zaitian was once a Taoist priest of Tianshi Cave, so he had considerable experience in the art of talismans.
However, he later detached his citizenship and came to Luoyang.
When Long Zaitian personally confirmed to Yang Chaoxi that the Qing Kung Fu he used was the "One Reed Crossing the River" stunt, he did not hide his envy. He proposed to use the "Wind Catching Shadow Hand" palm technique in exchange for "One Reed Crossing the River" to lighten his body.
However, Yang Chaoxi raised the price, and finally had to agree to teach another martial art in exchange before giving up.
The two sat cross-legged and talked happily, feeling as if they had met at such a late date. However, the sky in the east was gradually turning white, and it was time to go back and rest. So Long Zaitian sincerely invited Yang Chaoxi to wait until Yang Chaoxi was free another day.
, you can come to the Nanshi Beggar Gang to find him, so that you can make tea, discuss Taoism, and exchange martial arts.
When Yang Zhaoxi returned to Wuhoupu again, Tong Chunxi and others had borrowed a wheelbarrow and packed Luo Rou's body, ready to leave at any time.
Soon after, the morning drum sounded and the curfew was lifted. Taoist priests Tong Chunxi and Yang Zhaoxi said goodbye to Wuhou Zhang Songyue, Hongdao Temple Yuchiyuan and other Taoist friends, and then took Luo Rou back to Linji Temple.
After not sleeping all night, everyone's eyes were bloodshot. Looking at Luo Rou who finally came back, their hearts were still sad, but they didn't feel sleepy.
The wounds on Xu Meixiang and Zhuo Songtao were deep, and blood was overflowing at this time. Tong Chunxi cheered up, asked someone to bring gold sore medicine and gauze, and together with Ding Mo Niang, bandaged them again before sending everyone back.
Room to rest.
After being busy with this, Tong Chunxi called the female Taoist priest Zhike on duty, carried Luo Rou into his private room, and asked her to find Luo Rou's favorite pair of silk and satin Taoist robes, and put it on Luo Rou. Then she slowly sat down.
Come down, meditate and do the exercises to relieve fatigue.
At the end of the morning, they received the news that Luo Rou's body was back. Cui Wan, Tang Juan, Qin Qing and others came one after another. Seeing that Luo Rou's body had been put into the coffin and parked in the martial arts field, three lights were burned on the small table in front of the coffin.
Incense sticks and string incense sticks were placed, and the flax cakes that she loved to eat during her lifetime were placed. She couldn't help but shed tears and bowed her head.
When I looked closer, Luo Roufeng had powdered face, red lips and eyebrows, a pomegranate flower pattern on her forehead, and a touch of rouge on her cheeks. It was obvious that she had been carefully dressed up. But her tightly closed flower eyes would never be seen again.
opened.
While the three of them were sobbing, the senior sisters on the side suddenly looked back and saw Tong Chunxi, Xu Meixiang, Ding Moniang, and other senior sisters in the audience, crowding in front and behind, walking towards the martial arts field.
Tang Juan glanced at Cui Wan and Tan Qing, and took the lead to stand in the mourning procession. Everyone looked solemn, and the atmosphere in the martial arts arena was silent and heavy for a while.
Everyone knows that Luo Rou is actually an orphan adopted by the master of the temple, Tong Chunxi. Although he is called a master and apprentice, he loves his mother and daughter. Luo Rou, who went through the "Jizhou Rebellion" when he was young, has no blood relatives in the world, so the burial is all done by
The Linji audience worked together to organize the event.
Following Tong Chunxi's words "Heavenly Lord Save Suffering", everyone recited the "Supreme Suffering Sutra" together to save Luo Rou's soul.
After the confession, Xu Meixiang placed an earthenware basin in front of the coffin, and Ding Mo Niang handed a bunch of paper money to Tong Chunxi. After she burned it once, the female Taoist priests in the temple came up in order of eldest and youngest to burn the paper money for Luo Rou.
, express my condolences.
Even Yang Chaoxi, Fang Qidou and four other people who were hanging at the end each took a piece of paper money and burned it to say goodbye.
In the Taoist sect, there are many people who study Feng Shui carefully. In half a day, Tong Chunxi had sent someone to find an auspicious acupoint outside Changxia Gate. Fang Qidou summoned four of the "Seven Heroes of Luozhong" to lift the willow coffin.
, and headed straight out of the city.
Due to excessive grief and difficulty in coping with the situation, Tong Chunxi did not go with her, so Ding Mo Niang stayed with her two disciples to talk and comfort her. All the funeral matters were handed over to Feng Yizi Xu Meixiang, who was in charge of all the female disciples.
Yang Zhaoxi and others assisted.
Seeing the coffin being lowered into the brick tomb, the three-color horses, three-color dowry and other funerary objects were lowered into the left and right sides of the coffin in turn, and the tombstone slowly settled. In Linji Temple, all the senior sisters and junior sisters who had a close friendship with Luo Rou hid their faces.
Weeping, I finally had to admit in my heart: From then on, everyone and Luo Rou were really separated from each other.
Yang Chaoxi, Fang Qidou, Zhuo Songtao and others used iron shovels to fill the tomb pit with earth, raised the tomb, set up stone tablets, and planted willows around the tomb.
Cui Wan, Tang Juan, and Qin Qing came up and arranged several sacrifices. Everyone was reluctant to leave, and they left without looking at each step.
The crowd was depressed and returned silently. Not long after entering Changxiamen, a sweet and soft voice suddenly broke the silence: "Chong Lingzi, you... you wait a moment."
Everyone followed the sound and looked, but it was Cui Wan. They saw that her pink face was full of spring, and her embroidered skirt was green... After not seeing each other for several years, she became more and more charming.
Fang Qidou, Zhuo Songtao and others raised the corners of their mouths slightly and looked at each other with understanding expressions. At the same time, in a tacit agreement, they forcibly dragged Huang Shuo away who wanted to watch the fun.
Yang Chaoxi also turned around and saw Cui Wan with beautiful eyes and exquisite beauty, and her heart moved slightly: "Sister Cui, what do you have to say?"
Cui Wanlian's steps were gentle, her skirt fluttered lightly, and she moved in front of Yang Chaoxi: "Long time no see... Chong Lingzi, can you accompany me for a walk around the area?"
The senior sisters who passed by him couldn't help but smile meaningfully when they saw it. They turned a blind eye and avoided it consciously.
Yang Chaoxi was stunned, and she did have some indescribable feelings towards this Senior Sister Cui: "Then... okay!"
"
Yang Zhaoxi followed Cui Wan and entered Renhefang. On both sides were either restaurants and wine shops with waving flags, or houses of varying heights. Just as he was wondering what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd, Cui Wan
But he suddenly turned around, looked at him, and said a little unnaturally: "Chong Lingzi... thank you!"
"Thank me? Why?" Yang Chaoxi was even more puzzled. He had just arrived in Luoyang, and apart from putting some effort into killing the demons, he didn't seem to have done anything remarkable.
"I heard what Master said. Last night you fought with your life, killed one of the four villains, seriously injured another, and finally brought back the body of Senior Sister Luo alone. If not, Master and us Senior Sisters,
I'm afraid it will be even more sad." Cui Wan had a serious expression and his eyes were shining brightly.
"Senior Sister Luo and I are old acquaintances. When I heard about her misfortune, I was equally indignant and wished I could cut the murderer into pieces!" Yang Chaoxi thought about what he had seen and experienced in a day and a night, and it was still difficult to understand.
calm.
"Actually... I was the one who made trouble for no reason back then. Senior Sister Luo was just trying to help me, so she targeted you everywhere. Now that she is gone, I hope you won't bear any grudge against her... I was not good at my studies back then, so I deserved to be beaten by you..."
Cui Wan struggled for a long time before finally saying what he wanted to say. At the end of the sentence, his voice was as loud as a mosquito.
Yang Zhaoxi smiled calmly: "Speaking of which, Senior Sister Cui! We don't know each other without fighting. We were still young at that time, so we didn't know the severity of our attacks. I angered the senior sisters, and I brought it on myself. Thinking about it now, it is a very rare and interesting memory.
Already."
Cui Wan took a long breath and narrowed her eyes into crescent moons: "I feel relieved that you don't bear grudges against us... But, can you not call me senior sister? It seems old-fashioned."
"What is it called? Miss Cui?" Yang Zhaoxi was a little confused. Are the women's thoughts so puzzling?
Cui Wan smiled with anger, and lightly hit Yang Chaoxi on the forehead: "Elm head! My name is Wan'er. My parents and master all call her that."
After saying that, my cheeks felt slightly hot for some reason, as if I had done something embarrassing.
Yang Chaoxi nodded slightly, thoughtfully: "Wan'er? Isn't this good?"
Cui Wan frowned slightly: "Why is it bad?"
Yang Zhaoxi couldn't help but laugh and said: "If I call you Wan'er, wouldn't there be sisters in your family called Guo'er, Lao'er, Pan'er..."
"Ah~ you dare to make fun of me! Watch your tactics - don't run away!"
Cui Wan suddenly became furious. Looking at Yang Chaoxi who turned around and ran away, he picked up the hem of his skirt and chased after her. The sound of chasing and joking made the old man in the street twist his beard and laugh.
The two of them were quarreling all the way, and after leaving Renhefang, they walked along Changxiamen Street towards Dunhuafang, where Linji Temple is located. There were thick locust trees on both sides of Changxiamen Street, the traces of the night rain on the ground were still there, and the sky was bright and sunny.
When you shine, the coolness sprinkled by the tree canopy makes people feel a little calmer and their worries temporarily disappear.
The grudge was gone, and Cui Wan felt at ease. As if they were old friends they hadn't seen for many years, the two talked about everything. In particular, they talked about some secrets that Cui Wan had entrusted the Cui Mansion staff to find out in the past ten years.
These secrets have different origins, but they all imply that behind Luo Rou's death, there are some ulterior things that are still going on in secret. Taiwei Palace seems to be searching the city for an extremely important thing.
, but they had some concerns, so they had no choice but to use the name of dredging the river to deceive others.
However, dredging the river was the duty of Henan Yin, so Taiweigong could not overstep his authority. Instead, in the name of inspection, he sent Taizhuhong Zhiye to urge and inspect the dredging site.
Naturally, Henan Yin would not do everything personally, so he sent Shaoyin Chen Wanglu to take full charge of river dredging, recorded the dredging achievements, and submitted them to the Merit Examination Department of the Sheng Dynasty's Ministry of Civil Affairs on time.
As a confidant of Wang Jin, the envoy of Taiwei Palace, Taizhu Hongzhiye secretly colluded with Jianghu Green Forest and placed many Jianghu knights into the ranks of civilians to prevent Henan Prefecture from finding things and not reporting the information. Chen Wanglu, a young Yin, also knew about this.
, but did not expose it, but used Wu Houpu's power to check and balance it secretly.
However, Luo Rou seemed to have overheard the secret conversation between the two. For the sake of confidentiality, both Hong Taizhu and Chen Shaoyin sent people to search for Luo Rou and try to silence her. Therefore, Luo Rou died unexpectedly in the end. If we say that the most suspected murderers are these two,
The Fang forces belong to none other than Fang.
Yang Chaoxi listened for a long time and was secretly frightened. However, Zhang Wuhou has not yet been informed of the results of the interrogation, so any doubts cannot be concluded immediately.
He thought for a while and said: "Wan... Wan'er, let's go back to Linjiguan first and listen to what Aunt Chunxi has to say. I can't say, we have to go back again and visit Zhang Wuhou..."
"Yes!" Cui Wan agreed happily, feeling as if an itch had been scratched in his heart, and he felt numb and comfortable.