Back Off, Let Me Come

On the way up the mountain, Cui Zhi secretly observed the scholar beside him.

The age of the scholar cannot be roughly judged from his appearance. At first glance, the young scholar in his twenties may actually be in his seventies or eighties. The scholar beside him is the same. He has a handsome and dignified appearance, a calm and peaceful temperament, and has no crazy appearance of the evil followers of the Eternal Life Church. His eyes are like the waves of the river in the dark night.

Such a temperament cannot be cultivated unless he is born in a noble family or has been in a high position for many years. Cui Zhi can't help but feel a little curious: "Mr. Cui Mouguan has a dragon and phoenix appearance, but he actually believes in the evil teachings of the Eternal Life Church that are bewitching people?"

The sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers are not static.

How dare a mere mortal dream of immortality?

Such a graceful figure is used as a pawn by the Eternal Life Church. It's a pity. When Cui Zhi closed his eyes, he was surprised to find that there was nothing beside him and he couldn't sense the other party's breath at all. He guessed that the other party was either a master of internal martial arts or a genius who was good at restraining his breath. With such a skill, he might not be able to detect him even if he quietly approached him, so he was worthy of vigilance.

The scholar did not answer immediately.

He looked at the winding mountain road extending upwards, and for some reason, he felt a wave of palpitations, as if an invisible hand was pinching his heart, and the owner of the hand was looking down at his loss of composure. The scholar closed his eyes and suppressed the strangeness in his heart.

The scholar said: "I don't believe it."

Cui Zhi didn't seem to expect this answer.

"If you don't believe it, why did you gather people to surround the mountain?"

The scholar admitted frankly: "Of course it's to survive."

"To survive? So you choose to gather people to rebel? The Eternal Life Cult incited the common people and shook the foundation of the country. The crimes are too numerous to list. But they are just a group of useless rabble. I'm afraid that they will get nothing and lose their lives." Cui Zhi was angry. The plague in Tianqing County can only be blamed on the incompetence of the local government, but the turmoil was so serious that it indirectly killed my mother-in-law, which was inseparable from the increasingly fierce rebellion of the Eternal Life Church.

"A real man is born between heaven and earth, and he should have the ambition to overturn the world and reshape the world." The scholar talked to Cui Zhi to divert his increasingly obvious panic, "Look at Cui Lang, he is also a dragon and phoenix among men, and he comes from a noble family. When has he bent down to see the world?"

This is a mockery of Cui Zhi's ignorance of the sufferings of the world.

Cui Zhi snorted in his heart.

The scholar asked again: "Has Cui Lang ever raised rabbits?"

Cui Zhi didn't know why he brought this up, but he continued to answer along the topic: "No, but my wife and daughter bought two rabbits at the night market. We were unlucky, so we bought a male and a female, and kept them in the yard for a few months without checking them, and several nests emerged."

This is also a warm and interesting story.

In order to stop the rabbits from spreading, Cui Zhi ordered people to process the rabbits and serve them on the table, leaving only two male rabbits to be kept, so that the little daughter would not have a hard time explaining it one day. I remember Cui Hui teased at that time: [The Cui family is so big and powerful, do you still need a few bites of rabbit meat? It will be the Flower Festival in a while, and you can sell them at the night market. Those girls like these snowballs the most. ]

Not only did he not lose money, but he also made a small profit.

Cui Zhi said helplessly: [There is no shortage of rabbit meat, but there is also a few coins to sell rabbits. Will it be a joke to sell them out? ]

[As long as you don't carve the three words Cui Zhishan on your face, even if the buyer knows your face, he dare not associate you with the head of the Cui family. ] Cui Hui picked up one of the surviving rabbits and rubbed his cheek with the other's snow-white fur.

Thinking of this, he finally felt less bitter.

Cui Zhi's mind was full of past years. The scholar beside him did not notice, but said to himself: "In order to survive, rabbits have amazing pain tolerance and endurance. Are all living beings in the world not rabbits? If there is no retreat and no end to endure, who would be willing to leave the fields that their ancestors have relied on for survival and become a traitor?"

When fear and pain exceed the limit, rabbits will scream.

The same is true for people.

Once the pain imposed by the outside world exceeds the critical point, it is often either forced to death or forced to death by others, without exception. It has not come to this point, but it can still be endured. How can those who are in office and eat for nothing have the face to question these people why they don't continue to endure? Because the opposite party is too inhuman, so they overturned the table.

It's that simple.

Cui Zhi said: "Do you think it is the officials who force the people to rebel?"

"If the sky is unjust, change the sky, if the king is unjust, change the king."

Cui Zhi didn't expect that there were one or two desirable people among the mob, but he was curious: "Does the master know what you said?"

The superiors like to seek stability and docility.

The ruler is the ruler, the minister is the minister, the father is the father, the son is the son.

I don’t think any master would like the people under his command, who are full of the idea of ​​“If the sky is unrighteous, change the sky; if the ruler is unrighteous, change the ruler”. Who can guarantee that he will always be “righteous”? Once “unrighteous”, he will be replaced, who can be happy?

The scholar said: “That’s what the master thinks.”

The civil and military officials of Kangguo are all good at writing self-criticisms, and the master who likes to “examine himself three times a day” is the most active. Even if there are no natural disasters throughout the year, a “self-criticism edict” must be issued during the New Year to reflect on why various strange indicators have not been achieved this year, such as per capita clothing, per capita food, per capita housing... He once suspected that the reason why talents did not come was because they were too competitive.

One person’s competitiveness can be seen as an inspirational and exciting excitement.

A group of people crazy competitiveness is the hell of social animals.

Cui Zhi: “…Really?”

Oh, he doesn’t believe it.

Not only did he not believe it, but he also said something sarcastic: "Duke Zhou was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble before he usurped the throne. If he had died at the beginning, who would know the truth about his life? The truly perfect people are indeed the new talents, who can say any sweet words."

When you don't succeed, what you say is better than what you sing.

Once you get it, your true face begins to show.

The scribe thought about his master and pointed out that he had been out for half his life and could not be considered a "rising star". However, there was no need to defend these words to a stranger. His silence sounded like some kind of unspeakable guilt in Cui Zhi's ears.

Not long after, I heard the scribe gasp again.

Cui Zhi looked sideways and saw that the scribe's handsome face was pale with almost no blood, and his glossless lips showed clear lip lines, which made him look a bit weak. He frowned slightly, thinking that the scribe had a hidden disease.

I was thinking about whether I should avoid being framed so as not to be framed, but I still had to say a few false words: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

It's so pitiful that I didn't do anything.

Is this person trying to frame himself?

The scribe rubbed his heart and found it difficult to raise his brows.

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with mist at some point: "For some reason, I felt uncomfortable as soon as I arrived here."

As the severe pain deepened, the knife and fan in his hand fell to the ground.

Cui Zhi took half a step back to the side. He looked around and found no clues. He said: "Cui has an open life and doesn't bother to do things like stabbing people in the back. Mr. Cui's mental illness has nothing to do with him."

The scribe twitched his lips.

It's quite quick to clear it out.

"Cui Langleiluo, I can be trusted." He took several deep breaths in succession, bent down to pick up the fallen fan of swords, held back the almost uncontrollable tears from an angle that Cui Zhi couldn't see, and pretended to be calm, "I would like to ask, why did Ling Yue die?"

Since we are offering incense and condolences, we naturally need to understand the basic situation. To avoid having to enter the mourning hall later to greet the deceased’s juniors and accidentally say the wrong thing and offend the host’s family. Cui Zhi also understood these human feelings and did not feel that the scribe's inquiry was overstepping his bounds: "I was harmed by a bad person."

Just five words made the scribe shut up.

He was worried that if he continued to ask questions, it would be embarrassing if people told him that the villain was an immortal believer. Wouldn't he be beaten to the funeral hall by his angry family members? He sighed vaguely: "Thousands of disasters have brought great sorrow to the people's lives. This person has passed away, and Cui Langjie feels sorry for him."

It's okay if I don't say it, but it makes Cui Zhi sad.

Cui Zhi is a typical child of a wealthy family. He has been cared for by three or four wet nurses since he was born. In his memory, his mother was always cold to him. She was always concerned about her husband, family, general affairs, and Cui Zhi's academic talent. Very little attention is really given to Cui Zhi as a whole. Mother and son want to get close to each other, but there is always an invisible gap between them.

When he grew up, he was more than respectful to his mother, but not close enough.

His mother never talked to him, let alone enlightened him.

However, mother-in-law is different.

He felt in the other person the tenderness between an ordinary mother and son, not so many cold and distant rules, not so many frowning trade-offs of interests, just a mother and a son. Her explanation may not solve the actual problem, but it can help Cui Zhi take a breath and prevent it from breaking.

Cui Zhi came back to his senses, his eyes already moist.

Sighing and wiping away tears: "I'm so embarrassed, sir, I'll make you laugh."

Anyway, the other party doesn’t know his true identity, so it’s not that embarrassing to cry in front of him. Cui Zhi could already see Qingshui Temple at the end of his sight, and led the scribes inside to the side hall where the spirit was suspended. At the door, the scribe used the mountain spring water to purify his hands and took three sticks of incense from Cui Zhi. The mourning hall is simple and simple, with a small coffin standing alone in the middle. There is no one here to guard the mourning soul...

Cui Zhi guessed who he was looking for by looking at his eyes and explained: "My mother-in-law was the host of this nunnery during her lifetime. She took in many homeless women and children and abandoned baby girls. After the disaster, she also took in sick refugees." , most of them are arranged in the more spacious backyard. The rice grain in the nunnery is at the bottom, and the mountain wife should go to appease them..."

The scribes were even more impressed after hearing this.

For some reason, when he was in this cold mourning hall, the frequent heart palpitations on the way up the mountain disappeared without a trace, as if they had never happened. The scribe looked at this simple coffin and shed tears unconsciously. He even forgot to light incense. Cui Zhi was confused when he saw it. People who didn't know better thought that the scribe's mother-in-law was lying in the coffin.

Even if you are acting, you don’t have to work so hard.

Cui Zhi was about to remind him when the scribe suddenly asked.

"Why is there no memorial tablet in the Ling Yue Ling Hall?" There are only a few sacrifices on the altar, but the most important memorial tablet is not installed?

Cui Zhidao: "This is my mother-in-law's advice."

Unexpectedly, the scribe's reaction was particularly loud: "Why?"

Cui Zhi also asked Cui Hui if he needed him to set up a memorial tablet for his mother-in-law, but Cui Hui said that this was his late mother's last wish: "Maybe... I want to be an unknown person in the palace of the king of hell. My mother-in-law made mistakes in her early years and did She has tried hard to make up for these unforgivable things in her life. She feels guilty and wants to use this behavior to atone for her past sins. As a junior, she cannot disobey the elder's wishes. "Although these crimes are not considered in the eyes of the Cui family. It doesn't matter, but he turned into a bandit because of his livelihood.

With the world being like this, how can you blame those who are seeking to survive?

But in his heart he doubted the scribe beside him.

The other party's reaction was too strange.

What tears were shed in his mother-in-law's funeral hall?

"I can't light this incense."

Cui Zhi took a look and said, "Perhaps it was damaged by moisture due to improper storage."

All in all, send people down the mountain as soon as possible.

The scribe dried the three incense sticks with Wen Qi and lit them smoothly.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall. Cui Zhi recognized Cui Hui as soon as he heard it, turned around and said, "Where did Ke Wu go?"

Naturally, he didn't see the scribe's suddenly stiff back when he turned around.

Cui Huidao: "Something happened in the back hall."

She looked at the scholar's back and felt vaguely familiar, so she asked Cui Zhi with her eyes. Cui Zhi gave her a soothing response, saying that he was just here to pay his respects. After learning this purpose, the icy color on Cui Hui's face faded a lot.

At this time, the couple realized that the scholar had always been facing the side hall door, Cui Hui, and the coffin. Cui Hui couldn't see it from his angle, but Cui Zhi could clearly see that the scholar was distracted. The hot incense ash fell from the top and hit the scholar's wrist, leaving a red mark. The whole person seemed to have his soul taken away, as if a puppet was stunned, which looked too weird.

Cui Zhi raised his hand and put it on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The cultist in front of him was acting upside down, and he didn't look like a good person at all. If he suddenly attacked in the mother-in-law's mourning hall... Thinking of this possibility, Cui Zhi's eyes were already brewing with terrifying murderous intent. His thumb pushed open the sword guard little by little, and pulled out a section of the bright sword body.

The atmosphere was so stagnant that it was hard to breathe.

Cui Hui's heartbeat suddenly began to pound wildly, with a faint sign of losing control. She stepped forward and wanted to take a closer look at the person, but before she could reach the other person, Cui Zhi pressed her hand down.

"Ke Wu?"

"Ke Wu..."

"How can you be Ke Wu?"

A hoarse, ghostly voice came out from the scholar's throat, from vague to clear, from doubt to madness, and he kept muttering Cui Hui's name. Cui Zhi was naturally unhappy, but he was more puzzled about the identity of this person. Why could Ke Wu lose his composure?

Suddenly, an absurd idea jumped out strongly.

Could he be...

Before Cui Zhi could say the guess in his throat, the scholar suddenly turned around, revealing a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes, and the muscles of his facial features twitched from time to time due to his emotions. From the details, it can be seen that the master's emotions are suppressed to the extreme.

He pointed at the coffin and asked sternly: "Who is here?"

Cui Hui said coldly: "What do you think?"

Cui Zhi had never seen Cui Hui like this.

Even when the couple quarreled the most fiercely, Cui Hui had never shown such a cold attitude to him. Could the scholar in front of him really be that person? Unspeakable emotions rolled in Cui Zhi's chest, strangling his reason, and he could only barely support it.

Or rather, he couldn't fall into demeanor.

Before Cui Zhi opened his mouth to test the other party's identity, the scholar in front of him, who was crying, spit out a mouthful of blood without warning.

He staggered backwards and supported himself on the altar to avoid falling down. Cui Zhi stepped forward to support him and pressed his fingers on the other party's pulse. After a little exploration of Wen Qi, he found that the other party's meridians were disordered. The other party said: "Nobody in front of the King of Hell... Nobody... Nobody?"

"Are you nobody?"

"What am I!"

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Remind me not to forget to open a fund activity at the end of the month_(:з」∠)_