Volume 5, The Pen of God, Chapter 12: A Broken Temple Outside the City of Yangzhou
Outside Yangzhou City, Fuchun River has the most beautiful scenery, while in the city, the best scenery is the best. It is already summer. The lotus leaves on the lake are like fields, and the willow trees by the lake are shaded, which is indescribable and peaceful.
The *Song Dance Troupe, who went to the Xiling Temple to participate in the Light Festival, lived in the Songjia Villa on the shore of Shouhu Lake, as in the past few years, and the atmosphere was as depressing and low as in the past few years.
The person who came to send the invitation was the fourth manager of the Cui family that year. The manager did not put his hands behind him and hid his broken fingers, but placed them calmly in front of him, as if he wanted these girls from Chang'an.
We can see clearly how much harm we had suffered from them back then.
Three years ago, *Zhao went to Lanke Temple to attend the Yulan Festival festival. It happened to be the 100th birthday of Mr. Cui. Cui wanted to present a song that had been lost. Ning Que wrote a letter, this arrogant and arrogant person
The fourth manager broke several fingers and was hit by a lot of boards.
As time goes by, many things have changed. Today, Cui Jia’s invitation is to invite * to Cuiyuan on the banks of the Fuchun River to celebrate the birthday of the patriarch Cui Xi, and still indicate that they would offer a song of robe. Last time, I can still be quiet.
The little grass, which was slightly proud, has become increasingly low-key now. Qinghe County is no longer a member of the Tang Dynasty, and the reputation of the academy is not enough to ensure the safety of the girls.
Xiaocao looked at the priest of the Xiling Temple beside him. The priest seemed to hear nothing. Although he received the order to bring the * trick back to the Xiling Kingdom, this does not mean that he does not want to see these proud ones.
A woman from Tang was humiliated in Qinghe County.
Seeing the young girl who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who received the invitation, the fourth manager of the Cui family smiled with satisfaction, gently stroked the broken fingers that were itchy, and walked out of the Song Family Courtyard with his head raised.
When he arrived on Yangzhou City Street, a clamor entered the Qingjian sedan chair. The fourth manager frowned slightly, raised the curtain and looked at it, and said in a deep voice: "What are Young Master Tang doing there?"
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Ning Que and Wang Jingluo returned to Yangzhou City. They wore straw hats and looked like ordinary people, without any highlights or aroused anyone's suspicion.
Walking on the street, Ning Que suddenly stopped and looked up at the four words Qinghe Post Office written on the plaque. He couldn't help but remember that it was called the Tang Post Office, and Sangsang sent a silver ticket to Weicheng here.
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Before he could sigh, his attention was attracted by the noise on the street. He and Wang Jingluo walked over and saw a crowd surrounded several young men dressed in scholars, one of whom was talking loudly.
The rest of the people were glaring at the armed forces of the clans who maintained order. After standing in the crowd and listening for a while, Ning Que realized that the young man was talking loudly, it turned out to be a child of a branch of Cui Shi.
Mr. Cui waved his arms, looked at the Yan people or Nanjin people on the street with a arrogant look, and said angrily: "Why should we Tang people make foreigners arrogant on their own land? They injured that person last night.
Why was the little girl’s temple deacon sent out of Yangzhou City today?”
The children of the clans holding swords looked a little unhappy, and some in the crowd refuted his opinion angrily, and finally argued naturally whether the Qinghe people were Tang people.
"What blasphemy about Haotian? This is all the words of the Xiling Temple! Who can prove it? I, Cui Huasheng, have been a Tang Dynasty man since I was born. I have been proud for more than 20 years, but now I want to say that I am not a Tang Dynasty man and want me to be like those from the Southern Jin Dynasty man.
, the Yan people go to be a dog in a humble way, why should I agree?”
The crowd gradually became quiet, Ning Que watched coldly and found that the young people named Cui Huasheng and the others around him were actually children of various families. It was confirmed that there were indeed many people in Qinghe County who were interested in the Tang Dynasty, especially those who did not.
Young man blinded by moss courtyard wall.
At this moment, the crowd gradually separated, and a green curtain sedan chair came in. The fourth manager of Cui clan lifted the curtain and got out of the sedan chair, looked at Cui Huasheng and said in a cold voice: "Young Master Tang, your cousin uncle, and my Qinghe Zhu
Hundreds of lives were destroyed in the guild hall in Chang'an City. Do you still regard yourself as a Tang Dynasty person?"
Cui Huasheng saw that it was this person, and he was slightly stunned, then said sadly: "My wife Qiu family was destroyed by you last autumn. The family of more than 40 people died and could not see the body. Even my nephew was only four years old, and they were all killed by you.
, My brother is the chief clerk of the prefect's office. You were beaten to death with a stick. According to your opinion, if I still regard myself as a child of the Qinghe family, how can I meet them with a face?"
The fourth manager's face became more and more gloomy and said, "Young Master Tang, you should know that this is my thousand-year-old wish of Qinghe. If you have already done this, you will never look back. Why do you have to be so obsessed with it?"
Cui Huasheng shouted sternly: "Even if I am so obsessed, what can you do to me? Today's Qinghe is a land of no country and a land of no laws. Can you still cure my sins?"
The fourth manager said in a cold voice: "There is no law, and there are clan rules. Come on, tie the young master of the church and send it to the ancestral hall to hand it over to the clan to deal with it!"
As he finished speaking, many people rushed out of the crowd, kicked the young men to the ground, tied them tightly with hemp ropes, tied them to wooden sticks, and walked towards the tribe temple outside the city.
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It is still the beautiful Fuchun River.
It was not until this time that Ning Que discovered that there were cages made of bamboo by the river, probably the tools to soak pig cages. For countless years, I don’t know how many men and women were drowned alive in the beautiful Fuchun River.
There are countless unjust souls in the soft and beautiful water plants in the river.
He stood by the river and looked at the water plants, listening to the sound of sticks from the Cuijia ancestral hall behind and the cheers of the people. The emotions on his face did not change at all. It took him a long time to turn around.
Nearly a thousand people were surrounded by the ancestral hall. Cui Huasheng was wearing white clothes, pale face and covered in blood. He hung on the pole outside the ancestral hall and was dying, and seemed to die at any time.
Wang Jingluo walked back to him.
Ning Que said: "Enjoying may not necessarily all agree with Cui's handling, but because Cui Hua was a noble young man in his daily life, but today he was beaten like this with a miserable appearance except for his cloak. The onlookers are naturally happy."
Wang Jingluo was stunned and said, "I heard some news that Cui Huasheng was indeed a serious child of the Cui family. He married Qiushi, and was the governor of Ruyang. Qiufuwu**. On the day of the rebellion, the Qiu family was destroyed by the rebels of the family.
Qiu was at her parents' home and died on the spot."
Ning Que said: "The so-called people's hearts must be stabilized before they can fight for it. Cui family will not hesitate to let their children die, but they will use blood to silence the people of Qinghe County."
Wang Jingluo asked softly: "Since that's the case, will we save it?"
Ning Que said: "This person loves his wife very much, and it is also painful to live now."
Wang Jingluo said: "At least he shouldn't suffer when he is alive."
Ning Que said: "There are two realms of knowing fate on the banks of the Fuchun River. I will not take risks for this person. Of course... if he can survive this time, it may be of some use in the future."
After saying this, he turned around and left the ancestral hall.
He looked at the other side of the Fuchun River and felt the fluctuations of the formations faintly coming from the manors. He thought that it was indeed a place that was longer than the history of the academy, and his background should not be underestimated.
There were two people on the banks of the Fuchun River that knew their fate, which would not make him feel afraid, but if he wanted to do something, it would be very disturbing, and everyone would know that he had left Chang'an.
At least before entering the Xiling Divine Kingdom, he could not let people know that he had left Chang'an, otherwise the world's strong practitioners would come to try to kill him.
And after all, I signed a peace agreement with Xiling Temple to ensure the safety of Qinghe County. If he killed too many people here, the Temple would not be able to endure it. I will solve the problem of drunkards and butchers in the academy - these two knives that always hang above the head of the Tang Dynasty.
Before, he had a lot of things he couldn't do.
But there are some things he can do and should do.
As Yang Erxi said, what else can the Tang people do when they go to Qinghe County when they go to kill people?
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Ning Que did not enter Yangzhou City this time.
He stood in the woods outside the road, looking at the official riding a white horse, silent.
The official was very young, with a gentle and peaceful expression. He was surrounded by dozens of subordinates and soldiers. He still waved to the people of Qinghe County on the road, which attracted cheers.
In Ning Que's eyes, this young official was ridiculous because the official uniform he wore was obviously in the Tang Dynasty, but he only changed some details, which seemed a bit funny.
It's even more because Ning Que always thought that this person was ridiculous because his name was Zhong Dajun.
"On the day of the rebellion, he made the greatest contribution and was the son of Yangzhou City Shou, so he gained a lot of benefits afterwards. If Qinghe County announced the founding of the country, it would probably be awarded the title."
Wang Jingluo looked at Zhong Dajun and said.
The greater the meritorious service during the rebellion, the more people they killed in the Tang Dynasty. All officials at Yangzhou City were deceived by this person to the city guarding the palace, and then killed with an ambushed sword and axe.
Ning Que looked at Zhong Dajun holding the reins' hand and said, "Kill him and I'll leave again. You are ready in Yangzhou City. At most, I will come back in one month."
There is a dilapidated temple outside Yangcheng Prefecture, which is also the only temple.
Two monks suddenly came to this dilapidated temple. One of them had dark skin and a quiet and extraordinary temperament, while the other had blind eyes, depressed and silent.
Ning Que entered the ruined temple with the twilight.
He looked at the dark-skinned monk and smiled, saying, "Senior brother, long time no see."
This monk is the current abbot of Lanke Temple, Guanhai Monk
Guanhai Monk looked at him and sighed and said, "Everyone in the world is waiting for you to come out of Chang'an City, so that you can kill you. Who would have thought that you actually came out."
Ning Que said: "Senior brother has been practicing cultivation in recent years, so why did he break the pass and leave the temple?"
The monk Guanhai said: "The Xiling Temple is going to hold a light festival, and there is always one person to go to Washan."
Ning Que said, "I want to go and see the fun too."
Only then did the Guanhai Monk realize that he was preparing to go to Xiling, shocked and didn't know how to speak.
Ning Que looked at the direction of the palace and asked, "How is he recently?"
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