Chapter 113 The carriage that fell into the desert
Chapter 113 The carriage fell into the street
Li Qingshan responded calmly: "Since we are in the mortal world, how can we not be disturbed by the aura of the mortal world?"
Monk Huang Yang slowly raised his head to look at him, and suddenly said something irrelevant: "Since Your Majesty is in the palace, why are you not in the palace?"
"Rules are dead things, and people cannot be restrained by dead things. Your Majesty spends most of his time in the palace, do I have to be detained in the palace every day? You can hide in the Wanyan Pagoda to practice scriptures every day, but I
The master of the South Gate of Haotian Dao also has a lot of things to do, not to mention who in Chang'an City can be unfavorable to His Majesty?"
"The south gate of Haotian Dao..." Monk Huangyang repeated softly, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and said softly: "My Tang Dynasty forcibly separated a south gate from Haotian Dao. It's really unbelievable.
I know how you can resist the anger from the eyes of those great priests every year when you return to Xiling."
Li Qingshan said proudly: "I closed my eyes and sat on the temple, not looking at the old faces of my uncles and uncles. I became deaf and stood in the peach mountain without peach trees, not listening to the solemn bells in the mountains."
"The money that Nanmen should pay every year is a lot, what else do they want? Is it possible that they can really accuse me of being a traitor and a traitor and kill me? Then those old Taoists in Xiling must first destroy our Tang Empire.
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Monk Huang Yang smiled and said nothing more.
The South Gate of Haotian Dao is the product of the balance between the Tang Empire and the Xiling Temple. In fact, it represents the Tang Empire's greatest victory in the secular religious war. Every day it exists in the world, the faces of those Taoist masters in Xiling will look bad.
It's an embarrassing day. He practices Buddhism and is really not suitable to express too many opinions on this kind of thing.
"Suzaku woke up last night."
Li Qingshan brought the conversation back to the previous topic, looked at Monk Huang Yang coldly and said: "Whether I want to disturb myself or not, I have disturbed many people. As a great master of the Tang Dynasty, it is impossible for me to face the court's questions and not be able to give an answer.
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Monk Huang Yang looked at the Buddhist scriptures on the desk in front of him, and at the bright red ink stains moistened with cinnabar blood on the scriptures. After a moment of silence, he replied: "So you came to me to find the answer?"
"Before Suzaku woke up, a famous swordsman in Nancheng had his head chopped off."
The tower was cramped, so Li Qingshan walked around the small wooden table and walked to the tower in two steps. He looked out of the tower through the tiny glazed window, passing through the layers of summer trees and landing in the steaming southern city.
"The dead swordsman was once a document appraiser for the military. Not many people know that he studied under Xiling and that his sword skills came from our Haotian Dao Sect. This is not the crux of the problem. I have no interest in questioning the imperial army on behalf of the Xiling master uncles.
, what interests me is that before the swordsman died, the sword broke the murderer's coat, but the murderer did not bleed."
Listening to these words, Monk Huangyang thought thoughtfully and slowly responded: "A strong man at the pinnacle of martial arts?"
Li Qingshan turned his head, folded his sleeves behind him, looked at the monk quietly and said: "It is impossible for the martial arts masters in the empire to take action. The martial arts masters in Dahe Yan Kingdom and other places in the Southern Jin Dynasty are all under the surveillance of the imperial court, so this kind of
The possibility is extremely small, so I wonder if those ascetic monks from Yuelun Kingdom sneaked in and went crazy."
"So you came to ask me." Monk Huangyang smiled and repeated what he had said before.
"There is a legend in the world that you have been to that unknown place in the wasteland. I know this is not a legend, but a true story. In this case, of course I have to ask you about the ascetic monks in Yuelun Kingdom."
"I am from Pingzhou Prefecture in the Tang Dynasty." Monk Huangyang suppressed his smile and replied quietly: "And I don't believe that the monks from the Yuelun Kingdom would risk sneaking into Chang'an City to kill people for no reason."
"Then how do you explain the lack of blood on the murderer's clothes?" Li Qingshan looked into his eyes and asked.
Monk Huangyang's eyes were calm and he replied slowly: "The Suzaku woke up due to anger, and condensed the breath of heaven and earth into nameless fire. Its fire is enough to burn everything, let alone some sticky blood stains? Maybe the murderer has turned into ashes.
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As expected, this monk who was a disciple of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and was diligent in Buddhism was able to guess the truth of the matter in an understatement.
However, this does not fully explain all problems.
Li Qingshan frowned and asked: "Even if you and I try our best, we can probably only make the portrait lazily open its eyes and take a look. How many people in this world can believe that Suzaku is awake and angry? If it is really those legendary seniors
, why did he come to Chang'an City to kill people? Why did he risk arousing Suzaku's anger? Why was there no sign? "
Monk Huang Yang smiled and said: "As I said before, the sacred objects left by the saints of the previous generation have their own true meanings between movement and stillness. How can ordinary people like us understand it? If the senior who may have been to Chang'an City has really
If he transcends the realm of knowing destiny and possesses the power of enlightenment or the thought of distance, then his purpose is not something you and I can guess."
Saints, divine objects, revelations, and no distance, these words echoed in the cramped space at the top of the Wanyan Pagoda. Even the great masters of the Tang Dynasty and the masters of Buddhism could not help but fall into silence for a long time in the face of these otherworldly existences.
"Thirteen years of the Apocalypse... it's really not peaceful."
Li Qingshan sighed softly, turned to look at the sky outside the glass window, which was divided into several palm-sized pieces, the floating clouds in the sky, and the noisy birds on the clouds, and said leisurely: "It's nothing big, but there is always something interesting.
I'm wondering if I should make a hexagram about the little things that make people feel uneasy."
"Buddhist disciples practice Zen instead of cultivating their lives." Monk Huang Yang looked at his back and said calmly: "I never believe in such things as Han Gua divination. Please don't forget how much trouble the Qintian Prison's stargazing caused in the end.
Now it seems that the saying that the night covers the stars and the generals are restless is ridiculous."
Li Qingshan looked back at Guan Yun and said calmly: "The flowing clouds have a purpose, and the stars move with a purpose. Any inference of fate that seems absurd at the moment, when fate reaches the next pass, people will eventually discover that it is not the inference that is absurd, but fate.
This kind of thing can easily become ridiculous."
"Even if what you say is true, Sir, please don't forget the comment made by the priest from Xiling when he taught you the Taoism. Even if you have the ability to see the sky, you have to pay the price with your life. Qin Tianjian Guan
When Xingkoujian caused countless turmoils, the Queen begged you to be counted in order to clear herself up, but you refused to agree. Are you going to shorten your life today because of a slight surge in your heart and an inexplicable feeling?
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"The secrets are unpredictable. I, Li Qingshan, still want to see how prosperous the Tang Dynasty was for a few more years, and how I worked so hard to shorten my life." Li Qingshan slowly frowned, looked at the busy stalls outside the Taxia Temple and drank in the summer heat, and said: "But
Despite being seriously ill, I also want to see what kind of variables are on this chessboard."
Monk Huang Yang sighed softly in his heart and stopped trying to stop the opponent. He removed the Buddhist scriptures and ink from the table, took out the black and white chess pieces and a chessboard from the box, and placed them on the desk.
Li Qingshan turned around and walked to the table. He did not make any complicated and mysterious spell-casting movements. He just flicked his sleeves, grabbed two handfuls of black and white chess pieces and threw them on the chessboard very casually.
Dozens of matte chess pieces hit, rolled, and rotated on the wooden chessboard, making a crisp sound. After a long time, they gradually calmed down. Following the will of fate, they silently landed in their positions and stopped moving.
The eyes of Li Qingshan and Monk Huangyang fell on a black chess piece on the chessboard at the same time. This chess piece did not follow straight lines, did not control Tianyuan, and did not adhere to squares. It just fell diagonally somewhere, casual and weird.
The vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard are like a road in the world, and the chess pieces are like travelers and carriages, stopping at the intersection, asking each other, either staying the same, or becoming enemies, or not seeing each other again after pouring two bowls of tea, calm as usual, and disputes as usual.
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There was only one carriage standing in the middle of a road leading to the sky. It did not move forward or backward, did not chat with fellow travelers on the roadside, and had no intention of breaking through anything. It just stayed there silently.
It was this block that suddenly blocked the criss-crossing Qianmo Avenue. People returning south could not go back south, people going west could not go west, and world enemies who wanted to draw swords to each other could not meet each other across it.
Couples who love each other cannot hug each other through it, peace becomes jerky, and disputes become chaos.
"Is this the variable on the scale?"
Looking at the black chess piece and the silent carriage on the road, Tang Dynasty Imperial Master Li Qingshan's expression remained calm, but his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had suffered a serious illness at this moment.
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There was a deathly silence at the top of the Wanyan Pagoda. This silence lasted for an unknown length of time, and was finally broken by Li Qingshan's hoarse and tired voice, which was hollow and contained no emotions of sadness or joy.
"This variable...is going to kill me."
Monk Huangyang was slightly startled when he heard this, and looked at the black chess pieces slowly closing together with a look of compassion on his face.
At this moment, Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and said: "No, there are variables."
The night is coming, the summer heat has not receded, the cicadas are still chirping outside the window, the old second floor of the academy is quiet, the delicate and slim female professor by the east window has left at some point, and the seriously injured young man who is about to die under the west window is still leaning against the wall
Sitting on the bed, his face was pale and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he would fall into a permanent dark and sweet dream in the next moment.
Not far away, there was a row of bookshelves leaning against the wall. The complicated patterns on the sides of the bookshelves shone slightly, and then slid open silently. A moment later, a fat young man wearing a summer robe from the academy squeezed in panting.
Just when he was about to squat down and go to the bottom of the bookshelf to pull out the "Wu Yang Yang's Theory of Haoran Sword", the fat boy's brows suddenly frowned, and a trace of suspicion appeared on his young and white face, and he turned around to look.
Looking at the motionless young man beside the wall not far away, who seemed to be asleep, his frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed, and he smacked his thick lips and sighed: "When did someone more desperate than Ning Que come to the academy again?"