Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 391
Lin Su said: "I said yesterday that in today's Tanzhou, there are many tall buildings, small bridges and flowing water, the holy way is popular, and the people live in peace! This sentence is wrong. The real situation is: today's Tanzhou is full of tall buildings, but nine The memorial archway erected by the family members; the blood and tears of the people flowed on the small bridge; the holiness is popular, but it is just a fig leaf; the people live in peace, but they are just the slaves of the nine families!"

The kindness on the monk's face suddenly disappeared.

But he didn't speak.

Lin Su said: "Do you know who these nine people are? Du Yuquan, Jun Ruoshui, Li Rushan, Xiang Henian..."

Nine names were announced, and the man in white closed his eyes.

Lin Su smiled lightly: "Do you feel ironic? In the past, in the name of the Holy Way, the nine literary bigwigs and holy Taoist Confucians who forced the late emperor to abdicate have become a new mountain for the 3000 million new immigrants in Tanzhou. I really don't know where the sacred way they talked about back then is lost today?"

The monk in white didn't respond at all, and his whole body became a statue.

"These topics seem a bit heavy, and the master seems to have no interest... let's talk about something new."

The white-clothed monk: "The benefactor, please speak."

Lin Sudao: "In the past, there was a concubine Xiang in the palace. This woman had the characteristics of a plague god. From the moment she entered the palace, the princes and princesses of the former emperors began to die inexplicably. What's even more miraculous is that when the first king succeeded to the throne, the rest of the concubines died. The death of the mother, the relegation, and the exile who escaped the catastrophe by chance, only this woman is a special case, and she was named a first-class imperial concubine! I am very interested in this woman, so I made a daring visit. What was the result of the visit?"

"what?"

"Master, please forgive me for being bold and shameless. What is indecent about this woman is an eight-petal green lotus!" Lin Su said: "The Buddhist sect has extensive knowledge, so one must know what kind of symbol an eight-petal green lotus is."

The monk in white said slowly: "Yanyu Building?"

"Exactly!" Lin Su said: "The Yanyu Building disturbs the world, with superb methods and mysterious methods. It is also common for the royal family to take part in the imperial throne. Others have done it, and the benefits are taken by themselves. It is really clever! Of course, the one behind this woman is even more clever. She has wrists, courage and iron blood. What about the 13 princes who were conferred by the previous emperor? They can still be killed cleanly. Jing... Lin has never heard of such a bold hero, and I really admire him!"

After Lin Su said a lot, he turned and left the meditation room.

The monk in white slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, his eyes completely changed...

Li Guihan stood quietly outside the Buddhist hall, Lin Su came over and waved to her gently: "Let's go, come with me to Baijiyuan."

With a chirping sound, the two broke through the air, and the seal in the air opened, Lin Su and Li Guihan disappeared at the same time.

As soon as they disappeared, there was a sudden loud earthquake in the meditation room on the right, and the murderous aura rose to the sky. The old monks of Jinyan Temple were shocked. Was Huixin sick?Didn't post it at night, but posted it during the day?what happened?

When they arrived, they found that Huixin's current state was not a diseased state...

These, Lin Su and Li Guihan don't know.

Li Guihan asked him a question directly: "What do you mean today? Just tell an old monk about this matter, are you not afraid that this old monk has ulterior motives? If he informs, we may have a big game."

Lin Su's expression was very strange: "There is something very strange, I wonder if you have noticed..."

what?
Lin Sudao: "Jinyan Temple is a temple of probation. Only a general with blood on his hands needs to repent. That monk in white doesn't have the murderous aura of a hundred battles. He is by no means a general. In theory, he doesn't need to repent, but the burden in his heart The sense of guilt is stronger than anyone else, and he even went mad, so who could he be?"

Li Guihan frowned quietly, and did not answer, how did she know who the monk in the temple would be...

Lin Su continued: "There is another detail that you may not have noticed. It is recorded in the palace secrets that the first emperor had a hole pierced in his ear, which was left when he was assassinated. There was a secret medicine to heal it at that time, but The first emperor refused to let Zhi, he wanted to use this hole to firmly remember the big mistake he made during this assassination..."

Li Guihan said: "I noticed this detail, what's wrong?"

Lin Su said slowly: "Then... have you noticed that the monk in white has a hole in his left ear?"

Li Guihan jumped eight feet high, his eyes full of shock: "You...you... are you really sure that that monk is the former emperor of Nanyang ancient country? How dare he...how dare he regard Jinyan Temple as his place of practice Land? This is at the foot of the imperial city. I heard that His Majesty is looking for the late emperor all over the world..."

Do you know what is black under the lights?

have no idea? ...oh, that's right!You have never walked the night with a lamp since you were a child.

Do you know what the most dangerous place is the safest place?

do not know either? …Then just remember this rule, don’t ask so many why, remember, people’s thoughts can be deceiving, and there are still blind spots in thinking... What?You don't even know your blind spots?Forget it, I can't explain it clearly to you, let's go and fool the Layman of Nanchu!

After the conversation between the two, Li Guihan was already teased by him, but when Lin Su said the next sentence, she was still given a shot of stimulant: "You just dug the ancestral grave of Huasheng Sheng's family. Are you going to dig the ancestral graves of the saint's family?"

"What digging the ancestral grave?" Lin Su glanced at her: "I am giving him a surprise!"

"Whether it's a surprise or a fright, tell me clearly."

"This question is very well asked. At first, it may be really shocking, but soon, it is a surprise..." Lin Su raised his hand: "Don't ask any more questions, I think your question is better than 'problem baby' There are many."

"Who is the problem baby?"

Snapped!Lin Su slapped himself on the head: "Shut up! Open the way!"

It's quiet now.

There was the sound of grinding teeth, Lin Su's eyes slowly moved over, Li Guihan gritted his teeth: "You are sitting on my Daoxi, using my jade cicada, and still owe me a huge debt, how dare you be arrogant to me... ..."

"I'm thinking about the problem. When the mess here is settled, I'll write poems, sing songs, and play the flute for you, okay? Be good, don't make trouble..."

Li Guihan felt calm, happy, and full of expectations...

Baijiyuan, an ancient country in Nanyang, was originally just a hermit's hermit, but at a certain point, it changed and became a holy place for literature and Taoism. Why?
Because the golden road of "words" is opened here.

The Nanchu layman who lived in seclusion here for ten years is also stepping towards the pinnacle of his life: a generation of poets!
What an honor it is to be the place where Ci is located and the place where Ci was created?

The Baili Wasteland, which no one cared about in the past, became famous all over the world overnight, and became a sacred place of literature and Taoism that scholars all over the world rushed to visit.

On the Baiji Plain, great changes are taking place every day.

The former small county town has been renamed, it is called Cidu, and all the restaurants in Cidu have been renamed. Don’t use signs with no literary heritage such as “Laosan Restaurant”, “Laochen Restaurant”, and “Three Bowls” Well, choose some elegant names, so that they can be worthy of the Holy Land of Literature and Taoism.As a result, the names of the restaurant changed overnight, and each name has its origin and story.

For example, Qingxinglou and Canhongyuan are derived from "Flowers retreating and remnant red and green apricots are small", Yanziji and Lushui Villa are derived from "When swallows fly around the green water", there are even a bunch of legends, which confirm the This is where the old man found the pioneering work of this poem, every word is...

If you don't believe me, you might as well ask the dean of the "Tianya" school. The old dean has a adopted daughter, who is the "Fangcao" girl described by Ci Zong. This is the real source of "Where is there no fragrant grass in Tianya"...

Scholars from all over the world come here, listening to these stories, all of them are full of enthusiasm, walking in the footsteps of Ci sects, walking the streets and alleys, understanding life, pursuing literary ways, and seeking inspiration...

In the city of Ci, there are writers everywhere.

Outside Cidu, there are countless scholars living in small mountain villages.Some are a little literary and study hard, and some are looking for advice. The next scientific examination will be next year, but they come as soon as they say it.

Of course, in addition to these regular scholars reading at the foot of Cizong, there are countless communicators.

The communicators are even more extraordinary. Among them are regular great Confucians who have already passed the palace examination, there are also great Confucianists with an extreme literary heart, and there are even masters who have broken the literary path.

Wherever these people go, they are all stared at by the world, but in the place where the Ci sect is located, they dare not be presumptuous.

What they respect is a generation of poets, and what they respect is also the holy way!

Therefore, no one dares to underestimate those who walk on the streets, those who farm in the fields, or those who chop firewood on the mountain, because no one knows whether they are real farmers or literary giants who come here to seek inspiration and exchange...

Lin Su and Li Guihan arrived at Cidu.

How to visit Ci Zong?

Li Guihan gave the answer: We can't take Daoxi directly to "Liu Mianpo" where he lives in seclusion, we need to walk across Qingyun Road...

why?Lin Su squinted at her.

Li Guihan glanced at him, you are a literati after all, this shows respect for him!A generation of ci poets has opened up the peak of literary dao, and any literary person should show respect!

Lin Su glared at her: "Then why don't you respect and respect me? I opened up the novel road and made great contributions to the literary world."

"Don't show off there!" Li Guihan slammed him: "Can novels be compared with Ci Tao? Ci has entered the scientific examination and has become two peaks alongside poetry. Can novels enter the scientific examination?"

Lin Su was full of dissatisfaction, but he couldn't fight.

In terms of literary contribution alone, novels are definitely not inferior to Ci, but it is also a fact that novels cannot enter the scientific examination.

In terms of scientific research, he has nothing to say. After all, he is also a "vested interest" under the scientific research mechanism - he won the number one scholar and became a fifth-rank official, so he can't hold the scientific research bowl , backhand smashed the pot of the scientific research...

So, the two got off the Daoxi and set foot on the road to Liu Mianpo.

This road is based on bluestone, with willow trees on both sides, shaded by weeping willows, gently swaying in the spring breeze, a few literati holding scrolls in their hands and reciting poems in the spring breeze, everything is so beautiful.

In front is a pavilion, the name of which is Wenxian Pavilion.

There are two scribes in the pavilion, playing chess there.

"You two brothers, why are you here?" A literati asked with a white coin in his left hand, tilting his head.

"Visit the Layman of Southern Chu." Lin Su replied.

"His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince has just entered the house. I am afraid that Master will not have time to receive the distinguished guests for a while. The distinguished guests may as well stay in the Cici first and come back tomorrow."

Lin Su said: "You should let me know, just say that Haining Linsu is coming to visit, and it's up to you whether you see him or not."

The scribe smiled faintly, his eyes moved to the chessboard below, and the white pieces fell...

The literati on the opposite side took a step towards Hei Zi...

The two played chess leisurely without raising their heads, obviously ignoring Lin Su and Li Guihan...

Inside Liumianpo, there is a thatched cottage. In the thatched cottage, the fourth prince, Chu Feng, sits respectfully at the bottom, and at the top is an old man with gray beard and hair, who is a layman of Southern Chu.

Next to Layman Nanchu, a beautiful woman held a teapot and poured tea for the two people in front of her.

She has wonderful eyes, her almond eyes are full of charm, and her delicate figure makes people daydream. She is the third princess of the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

"Your Highness, how much did you get from Qinglian for this discussion?" Nanchu Layman's voice was soothing and soft.

"Teacher, my disciple received 107 green lotuses!"

The layman of Nanchu was slightly shocked: "With the strength of one person, I have won over a hundred green lotuses!"

The third princess's eyes also brightened suddenly, staring at Chu Feng, as if she had discovered a brand new treasure.

With the strength of one person, Qinglian has over a hundred, and he is still a young prince with a personable demeanor. Such a person is the favorite of the Fox Clan.

"It's all about the teacher's teaching, how dare the disciple take credit for it?" Chu Feng smiled lightly.

The Southern Chu layman looked up, still quite excited: "Your Highness, why should you be overly modest? Except for the Three Kingdoms, there are six kingdoms and thirteen prefectures. With the power of one country, it is not easy for Qinglian to surpass a hundred. Your Highness, with the power of one person, it is not easy. It is unimaginable to overwhelm a country! His Highness has become famous all over the world after this battle, and will be the leader of the younger generation..."

He spoke a long article, quite excited, and didn't notice at all. The expression of the third princess next to him also gradually changed, with a pair of winking eyes, and when he occasionally met Chu Feng's eyes, Chu Feng's eyes were covered She pulled away...

The wind direction is starting to drift a bit...

peripheral!

Ask Xianting!
The two students were still playing chess, and seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of Lin Su and Li Guihan.

Li Guihan's voice came: "I have heard that these two disciples are greedy for money. If you want to see the Ci sect master, you need to deal with them. You don't lack this thing anyway, or..."

Lin Su smiled slightly, and turned to Liu Mianpo: "Nan Chu Layman, Lin Su of Haining is here to visit!"

The sound was not loud, but the penetrating power of the sound was extremely strong. This ray of sound traveled ten miles away, covering the entire Liu Mianpo.

The expressions of the two chess disciples changed at the same time: "Bold!"

In the face of Ci Zong's visit, it is customary to make an announcement first. Even if His Majesty the Emperor is coming, there is still a need for an announcement. Who would have thought that the person in front of him would speak directly. How is this appropriate?
In the Liu Mian Pavilion, the voice of the Layman of Southern Chu stopped abruptly, and the eyes of Chu Feng and the third princess in front of him were cut off abruptly.

The three of them were startled at the same time.

"Haining Linsu?" Nanchu Layman asked, "How did he come to Nanyang?"

He didn't know much about the literati in Da Cang, but there were a few of them that he had a deep impression on, and one of them was Lin Su.

Lin Su pioneered novels. At that time, the holy voice spread throughout nine countries and thirteen prefectures. He wanted to ask Mr. Baoshan, a literati from Dacang, about his situation, but Baoshan refused at that time.

Later, Lin Su wrote "Linjiang Immortal. Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water". In the first part, the words are colorful, and in the second half of Lin Suxu's poems, the words are handed down from generation to generation.

For the "one generation of poets" Nanchu Layman, it was a big defeat in the distance contest, and he vomited blood.

From that day on, Lin Su occupied an important place in his heart.

(End of this chapter)