Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter Twelve: Chaos in Chang'an (Part 1)
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 12: Chang'an Rebellion (Part 1)
The south gate at the foot of the imperial city was quiet, and it even felt a little quiet. The Taoist nuns walked quietly with their voices, occasionally looking up at the young Taoist standing outside the hall, and then quickly lowered their heads.
The young Taoist was holding a buttery umbrella under his armpit, and his face was calm and gentle. He was He Mingchi, the first disciple of the Tang Dynasty master. Everyone in the Nanmen Temple knew that He Mingchi was a gentle and pure person, but he could make him have such an identity.
The person who was watching the door himself could imagine how important the conversation in the hall was, and no one dared to disturb him.
Deep in the Taoist Hall, there were two beautiful cotton pads on the black wooden board. National Master Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se opposite and said slowly: "Senior Brother, that person should be coming to Chang'an City."
In front of His Majesty the Emperor and his respected senior brother, Li Qingshan often habitually returned to his tired and teasing appearance back then. However, today his expression was extremely serious and there was a sense of serious inquiry on his face.
Master Yan Se looked at him deeply, and the deep eye sockets did not have the usual vulgarity, but he was calm and added a few touches of deep sadness: "The throne finally escaped from that place where there was no light and came to Chang'an.
What is the city doing? Who is he looking for or is he looking for death?”
Li Qingshan smiled slightly and said, "The Great Master of Light in the Temple, the second person in Taoshan, is such a person... Even if he comes to Chang'an City to seek death, he will probably shock the whole world before his death."
Master Yan Se was silent for a moment and said, "The reason. I want to know why he came."
Li Qingshan took out an extremely thin letter from his arms and placed it on the black floor, saying, "According to the head master's speculation, it should be related to the incident fourteen years ago."
Master Yan Se frowned slightly and did not continue this topic. It seems that even the brothers and sisters didn't want to talk about that incident fourteen years ago.
"What did this letter say?"
"When he escaped from the temple, he easily pushed down the cage. The ruling of the great priest Taoist heart was tied to the cage, and was seriously injured due to backlash. Other priest Taoist Taoist people were killed and injured.
The side conjectures that he will come to the empire, so I hope we can catch or kill him at all costs."
Li Qingshan noticed that after hearing this, his eye socket seemed to be deeper than before. After a moment of pause, he continued to say in a deep voice: "The letter also said that the great priest of Tianyu brought the master of Tianyu Academy's Book Pavilion, and he had already
They will rush to the border in advance, and as long as the court agrees, they are willing to come to Chang'an City to assist us in our actions."
"If the ruling had not been injured, most of the ruling department had been invested in the wasteland. It would not be the turn of the Tianyu Academy to come forward, but I really didn't expect that the old friend had been banned for many years and had not been exhausted.
The lamp is dry, but it seems that there is a sign of brightness and prosperity. If it weren't for the current situation, if he could go to the wasteland in person, he might have hope to find the word "Sky Book" and "Sun" for the temple."
I don’t know if Master Yan Se’s expression was admiration or sigh.
Li Qingshan listened to the word "Shishu" and raised his eyebrows and said, "The wind and clouds are already moving on the wasteland, but the word "Sun" has been lost for a long time, and may not be in the deserted tribe at all, so all parties have only sent the younger generation to try to find it.
, And if your old friend, Senior Brother, reappears in the world, it will be much heavier than there.”
Master Yan Se shook his head, did not continue to discuss this issue, and asked, "What should you say about Your Majesty?"
"When the man took advantage of the time when His Majesty ascended the throne, the current government orders of the court were not smooth, and he insisted on doing that in Chang'an City. His Majesty had long wanted him to die. But His Majesty's attitude was very clear, even if it was a matter of
If you want to kill, you can only kill yourself by the Empire. People from the Temple will never be allowed to enter the country and intervene."
Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se and was silent for a moment and said, "Senior Brother, you had a deep friendship with him back then. Let me handle this matter."
Master Yan Se shook his head and said expressionlessly: "Since it is a matter of Taoist sect, there is naturally no reason to ask the academy for help, but it is impossible to kill him by the power of Nanmen and Tianshu."
Li Qingshan said: "The things in the world cannot be judged by impression alone. Nothing is impossible."
Master Yan Se looked at him and said directly: "He was stronger than you before, and I believe he is stronger now than he used to be."
Li Qingshan smiled and said, "There have been several interesting stories in the Nanmen Huayang Ji. There was once a great practitioner from Southern Jin who traveled to the Great River Kingdom. He was beaten to death by a little hooligan who saw money.
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Master Yan Se knew what he wanted to express, so he couldn't help frowning.
Li Qingshan filled the teacup in front of his senior brother and said with a smile: "Although I am not talented, I have also become a master of my destiny many years ago. As the national master of the Tang Dynasty, I am always much better than that little hooligan."
"Above the throne of the gods, under the sky."
Master Yan Se looked at Li Qingshan and said slowly: "Junior brother, you must remember this sentence."
"Anyone who can sit on the three-way throne of Taoshan is qualified to stand under the sky and overlook the world. Among the Taoist sects, the sects are the most respected and most expensive, but the sects are not necessarily the one who practices with the Taoist heart alone.
It would be much stronger than those three gods, but not to mention that the man you purged is the great master of light who is known for his wisdom and enlightenment."
Li Qingshan smiled and said nothing.
Yan Se knew that he had not really listened to these words, and couldn't help but sigh deep in his heart, thinking about the old friend's temperament, shook his head and said, "Do your best, don't worry about it if you are not easy to do, all destiny,
There is a Haotian arrangement."
After Li Qingshan left, Lord Yan Se sat on the black wooden floor and was stunned for a long time. His old and thin body looked even more lonely against the backdrop of the cold palace pillars and the floor.
After a long time, he picked up the cold tea in front of him, dipped his fingers in the tea, wrote a word on the floor, then reached out to wipe it clean on the dirty Taoist robe covered with oil, and got up and left.
The traces of tea on the black wooden floor gradually dissipated, leaving only some very light water stains. If you look closely, you can still see clearly, which should be a mess.
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The old man's name is Wei Guangming.
It is not because the old man was the great priest of the Light that he called this name. In fact, he got such a name when he was a baby more than 80 years ago. After he owned this name for decades, he became
The great priest of light enjoys the respect, love, and awe of hundreds of millions of believers in the world.
Then he realized that even if he had not just a drink or a peck, his name would have hidden itself from heaven. If Haotian had not made a choice before he was born, how could his parents who had been farming in Song Dynasty have taken such a name?
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As the most respected great priest of the Light of the Haotian Dao Sect, although the old man was imprisoned for more than ten years, there were still countless priests and strong men in the temple who were willing to sacrifice everything for him. There were countless subordinates who were loyal to him in the Taoist temples in the world.
Now that he is out of Fanlao behind Taoshan Mountain, someone helps him to come to Chang'an quietly.
I got off the carriage outside Xiongcheng and walked in the deep and deep Nanmen Cave. The old man drooped his eyes, hunched over, and walked slowly along the stone road. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and his right foot was stepping on the ground.
The moment I went up to Zhuque Street, I was slightly stiff, then I took it back, turned around and walked towards the east.
In the eyes of pedestrians around, the old man had just had some inconvenience in his legs and feet, and did not notice anything strange. He didn't know that just when the old man was about to step onto the street, the deep stone texture in the distance of Zhuque Street was found on the stone
The Suzaku picture on his face slowly opened his eyes.
I don’t know how long it took, but the eyes of the Suzaku painting slowly closed again.
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"What a big array."
The old man walked slowly in the streets and alleys of Dongcheng with his hands on his back, smiling and thinking to himself.
After a while, the old man stopped by a well at the entrance of a certain alley, his indifferent and turbid eyes fell on a yellow leaves beside the well, and his brows gradually frowned.
The leaves are yellow and the veins are still alive. It seems ordinary, but in the eyes of the old man, it is extremely unusual. In his eyes that can see all the darkness in the world, all the scenery, streets and urban life seem to be covered with a layer of light
The veil has never concealed the truth, but it has concealed the fate of the world.
The old man walked towards the inconspicuous inn at the end of the alley with his hands on his back, shook his head and sighed:
"What a big formation."
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Before the formation of Chang'an City was launched, it covered the secrets of heaven, making it impossible for the old man to see the shadow of the night that he had been pursuing for fourteen years. However, this formation that made him admire and vigilant could not find that he was a
A peerless strong man from Xiling did not give any warning.
Because now he is not the great priest of light, he has restrained all his breath and abilities, and even completely forgotten his heart of Tao. Now he is just an extremely ordinary and thin old man.
He chose an ordinary inn to stay in. In the next few days, he was in Chang'an City with his hands on his back, hunched over, and visited some ordinary places, went to some ordinary markets, ordered some ordinary side dishes, drank some ordinary flower jas, and listened to some ordinary singing.
This little song is spent on ordinary winter days, just like the most ordinary old man playing casually in Chang'an City.
Until the winter mood gradually became stronger and the colder became stronger, he went to buy an ordinary thick cotton jacket.
An ordinary old man never needs too much sleep. One morning, when the sky was just bright, he got up and walked around casually. He ran into a stall selling sour and sour noodles soup. He smelled the fragrance. He bought one.
When the bowl was withdrawn, it was knocked on the front of the cotton jacket.
A little girl came over with a food box, looked at the embarrassed old man expressionlessly, pulled out a large towel from his sleeve like a magic trick to wipe off the stains, and bought him a bowl of sour and sour noodles soup for him.
The old man thanked her, she shook her head, signaled not to use it, and left with the food box.
The old man was stunned for a moment, handed the bowl of sour and sour noodle soup in his hand to an old beggar from Yan State who was thinner than himself, and then followed the little girl from afar.
The old man followed the girl to an alley called Lin47 Alley and saw a small shop called Lao Bizhai, watching the girl working hard and busy all day in the shop.
The older the old man looked at it, the more he felt that the little girl was fresh and gratifying. She was so cute. From her appearance to her temperament, she was extremely clean, as if she was an absolutely transparent glass bead. As long as there was a little sunshine, she would definitely shine brightly.
The little girl's skin is a little dark.
But black is so clean and so bright.
Therefore, this great priest from Xiling stood in Linfoseven Alley, and was filled with joy and praise.
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(I haven't been missing for a long time. Brothers and sisters, I'll remember it in one word when I go home and say: I've been tired and I've been on ten days off. I'm not qualified to complain anymore. I have to say some longing. There are some problems with surfing the Internet at home, so I haven't been surfing the Internet these days.
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