Realistic Longevity

After actually seeing the Chuhuai City Branch after Lei Jie's baptism, Cheng Chuhua realized that he still thought Lei Jie too simply.

The live video only went until the branch building was split into two. In fact, after that, the sky thunder did not stop immediately, but struck again for a while, splitting and smashing all the floors layer by layer, and then it seemed that the anger stopped Stop slowly.

Now that the thunder calamity is over, the building has become a ruin. Tents have been erected among the ruins. They are of the same standard as those outside the ruins of Jixia Academy, but the colors are different, and the decoration is not as rigorous as that of the other side. It looks crooked. Will fall apart anytime.

The van stopped on the artificially dug path outside the ruins, the door opened, Yang Chu got out of the car first, and led Cheng Chuhua and Bi Anshen across the broken wall and gravel to the largest tent.

Yang Chu knocked on the wooden sign hanging on the tent, and said to Cheng Chuhua after hearing "Come in" from inside, "Go in, the deputy minister is waiting for you inside."

"Deputy Minister?" Cheng Chuhua raised his eyebrows.

Seeing his doubts, Yang Chu explained: "The minister was injured by the thunder calamity just now and fell into a coma. The department's response matters are now handled by the deputy minister."

He spoke so bluntly that it didn't take much for Cheng Chuhua to understand what he meant.

The minister was injured by the thunder robbery, but the deputy minister was fine. There is a story in it, a wonderful story!

Nodding his head, Cheng Chuhua opened the curtain and walked into the tent, just as he entered, a strange cold fragrance came over his face.

This kind of fragrance is very special, strong but not pungent, but has a thin and refreshing mint-like smell, which lifts people's spirits, and Cheng Chuhua couldn't help sniffing a few more.

Qu An picked his nose with his paw, not liking the smell very much.

The space inside the tent is very spacious, and the uses on the left and right sides are clearly defined.

On the left, there are more than a dozen stacks of books and sundries that are almost at the same height as the tent. Books account for half, and various items account for half. It fits perfectly, and it is no exaggeration to say the gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

On the right is a set of black desk chairs, brand new and shiny as if they just left the factory.The sofa chair is turned [-] degrees to the direction of the tent door. On it sits a young man in a suit and leather shoes, who looks like a white-collar elite who came out of an office building. From the hair to the folds of the clothes, there is nothing messy, even if he has a The gentle and amiable face also has an aura that makes people afraid to approach.

It's not because he's afraid of him, but because he's afraid that his breath will mess up his hair.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Fang, the deputy head of the Chuhuai City Special Branch." The young man smiled and nodded to Cheng Chuhua, and stretched out his hand to the opposite chair, "Mr. Cheng, please sit down."

Cheng Chuhua was walking towards the desk, and subconsciously paused after hearing his self-introduction: "Zhang... room?"

The person in the special department, also called Zhang Fang, wouldn't have anything to do with the big brother Wei Chao whose life and death were unknown in the end, right?

Zhang Fang was obviously used to this kind of reaction, and added politely and skillfully: "I just have the same name as Mou Xian of Wei Dynasty, not him, nor the immortal."

"...Ah, that's how it is." Cheng Chuhua scratched his head in embarrassment, and sat down opposite him.

Zhang Fang didn't mind his misunderstanding. He took a disposable paper cup from his left hand and poured him half a cup of warm boiled water that had been purposely left to dry in the kettle. In case he was worried, he took a sip of it himself.

Seeing this, Cheng Chuhua also drank a little out of politeness—it was ordinary warm boiled water.

"Before getting into the topic, I would like to thank Mr. Cheng for his help on behalf of the Chuhuai City Branch. If it were not really impossible, we would not have made such a risky decision to seek help from other people with special abilities in the metaphysics world."

Zhang Fang's gentle tone, moderate speed, and always calm and calm attitude made people feel very comfortable. At least Cheng Chuhua slowly let go of his guard in front of him, and he was not as nervous as when he first came in.

"Minister Zhang is too polite, and I may not be able to help you." Cheng Chuhua held his cup and said with a smile, "Minister Zhang should tell me why you came here first."

Hearing this, Zhang Fang immediately changed the subject, and said seriously: "Yang Chu must have told you about our purpose before coming here, I wonder if Mr. Cheng has seen it in the past 3000 years, or heard of something similar to today's branch?" What happened to the building?"

With a thought in his mind, Cheng Chuhua unconsciously stroked the paper cup with his fingertips: "If you mean Lei Jie, then I have indeed seen it—in the early days of the Wei Dynasty."

Zhang Fang's eyes brightened slightly: "Can you tell me in detail?"

"Of course." Cheng Chuhua nodded without hesitation, "Speaking of which, this matter has something to do with the person with the same name as you."

Zhang Fang paused, lowered his head and took another sip of water: "... I would like to hear the details."

The story happened in June 231 AD, the early Wei Dynasty.

Cheng Chuhua just moved from Dongcheng to Xicheng yesterday, and the stall can't be set up for the time being. In order to earn money, he has to look for work everywhere.Fortunately, he was lucky this time, as soon as he arrived at the bulletin board in the city, he caught up with Zhao Wang's servant who came to find a helper.

King Zhao was the first king with a foreign surname in the Wei Dynasty. He was named king last June because of his outstanding military exploits, but he was in the frontier and did not return to the city, so His Majesty did not grant him a mansion.

In January of this year, King Zhao repelled the enemy's attack for the second time and made another contribution. His Majesty probably couldn't sit still, so he hurriedly issued an order to call him back to the imperial capital, and built a new palace for him in Xicheng.

The palace has been built for half a year, and it is roughly completed, but the garden in the style of a water village garden is still a little bit of work, and it will take at least a month to be fully completed.It's not a manpower problem, but a lack of materials. It will take at least half a month to transport materials from other places to the imperial capital.

However, King Zhao will be able to arrive in Beijing in two days. If the garden cannot be completed within these two days, His Majesty will not reward this half-finished palace, and it will not be rewarded if it is not rewarded.

So His Majesty became anxious and kept recruiting people to build the garden, vowing to complete a month's work in two days.

Cheng Chuhua also caught up with the good times, and got the job without any effort.

Coming to the palace with a large group of people who received the same errand, Cheng Chuhua was pushed into the half-built forest before Cheng Chuhua had time to marvel at the luxury of the palace, and stood in the open space to listen to a Taoist in rich clothes.

"This Daoist is a disciple of the Master of the State Teacher. He was ordered by His Majesty to help build the garden of Prince Zhao's Mansion." The clothes are out of place, and it makes people unable to see whether he is really a master of the world, or a film king who is trying to gain fame. "His Royal Highness Zhao Wang will go to Beijing in the future. Before that, the garden must be completed. In order to shorten the construction period, I decided to use a special The method, you don’t need to ask what it is, just follow it.”

Cheng Chuhua was as confused as the others, but due to the disparity in status and the fact that they gave too much, he didn't think much about it and followed the instructions honestly.

Cheng Chuhua stayed in the forest for two full days.

On the first day, I was on the outskirts, responsible for stacking the stones brought in from outside and sending them in.After the stone was moved, Cheng Chuhua was sent to another place to plant trees, except for the necessary eating and sleeping, he never stopped halfway.

But when he was busy, he also carefully observed the stones he moved and the saplings he planted.

The stone is silver-gray, much lighter than ordinary stones. Its surface is smooth and moist like jade, and it is icy and cool, and it will not get hot when exposed to the sun.The sapling looks like an ordinary golden osmanthus, only half a person's height, but the branches and leaves are bright red, and there are clusters of light golden flower buds on the branches, which is very strange.

Cheng Chuhua had lived for more than 1000 years and had seen many things that could not be explained by common sense. Even he himself was one of them, but he was still horrified by what happened next.

Under the command of the Taoist, the garden was indeed built within two days.Qushui corridors, peaks and streams, all of which are not the style of water towns, the scenery is unique.

But when everyone was amazed, Cheng Chuhua discovered something that made his back slightly shudder—the group of people who came in at the same time as him, now appeared in front of him with less than one third left.Not only that, all the people who came out of the garden combined were not as many as the group who entered the garden with him, but before them, the palace recruited at least six batches of more than a thousand people.

Where did the rest go?

Cheng Chuhua felt terrified, quietly approached a big brother who was familiar with him, and asked nonchalantly, "Brother, do you feel that there are a lot fewer people here? When we came in, there were 2000 people here, why are there so many people now?" Are there a few hundred left?"

The eldest brother was counting the wages paid, and he waved his hands indifferently when he heard this: "Hey, maybe he went back after finishing his work, or he might be sent to help elsewhere, what's so strange."

Is it really?

Cheng Chuhua was dubious, but seeing that the old man was blindfolded by the copper coins and didn't want to talk, he didn't go over to hate him.

Suddenly, a cool wind blew, and the osmanthus trees around him shook their leaves, blowing out Cheng Chuhua's cold sweat in early summer.

After receiving the wages and extra rewards, Cheng Chuhua didn't dare to stay, and ran out of King Zhao's Mansion without looking back, and even spent money on the journey in a bullock cart.

Riding on the bullock cart, his heart was beating rapidly, and he couldn't help but look back halfway through the journey, and saw that the magnificent palace was clearly shrouded in the sun, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of gray and black haze, lifeless .

In the farther sky, a dark cloud is approaching quietly.

It wasn't a scary sight, but Cheng Chuhua's hands and feet were cold when he saw it.

After he went back, he paid special attention to the whereabouts of those nearby who had been to the Prince Zhao's Mansion as helpers, but he was surprised to find that more than two-thirds of them never returned, and the entire western city was half empty.

But the others seemed to be completely ignorant of this matter. Even if Cheng Chuhua deliberately asked, the neighbors and relatives of these people would only casually say that they went out to work, but they never came back since the day Zhaowang Mansion was built. Pass.

Cheng Chuhua felt bad, and after only living in Xicheng for less than half a month, he packed up and prepared to move again.

On the day he moved out, there was a heavy rain in Kyoto, and there was an earth-shattering thunder and lightning.

King Zhao's mansion collapsed in a thunderstorm, and the national teacher and his three disciples were struck by lightning and died suddenly at home.

The next day, the government sent Zhang Fang, who was the magistrate of the capital at that time, to check the situation of Prince Zhao's mansion, and thousands of dead bones were uncovered in the ruins.The locations where these dead bones are located are the locations of the golden osmanthus planted by Cheng Chuhua and the stones that were moved.

This big case that should have shocked the government and the public was finally suppressed. Except for the people in Xicheng, the people in other places in Kyoto knew nothing about it.And the people of Xicheng remained silent about this incident, as if it had never happened, and they never showed any sadness to the dead bones of their relatives and friends.

Knowing this, Cheng Chuhua was terrified.

Are the current Xicheng people really the people of the former Xicheng?

What method did the Taoist use to build the garden in two days?

Where did these dry bones come from?

The question that he didn't dare to think deeply before has almost become Cheng Chuhua's nightmare. Apart from being glad that he escaped by chance, his heart is more filled with fear.

Fear of unpredictability, but also fear of justice in heaven.

"After that, I didn't dare to step into the West City again, and there was no news from the West City until the demise of the Wei Dynasty." Cheng Chuhua drank the cold water in the glass, his fingertips trembling slightly, "I thought I was lucky at the time, but now that I think about it, it should be my special ability that played a role."

"'No'?" Zhang Fang murmured, seemed to be stunned by the story, and sighed softly after a long time, "I didn't expect that the Wei Dynasty, with its infinite glory in history, would have such a strange mystery that no one knows about." thing."

Cheng Chuhua let out a long breath, and smiled slightly: "There are far more weird and secret things about Wei Chao than you imagined. I will pick a few more and tell you about them when I have a chance."

"So, in this story, the thunder and lightning that knocked down King Zhao's mansion and killed the national teacher and his three disciples was the thunder calamity?" Zhang Fang asked softly, and without waiting for Cheng Chuhua to answer, he said to himself: "That's right, apart from Lei Jie, what else can punish the culprit so accurately."

Cheng Chuhua nodded: "Thunder calamity is the number of catastrophes stipulated in the operation of the Dao of Heaven, and it will only be used to punish people and things that have committed heinous crimes. From this point of view, the Chuhuai City Branch should have done something that offended the Dao of Heaven and made the silent Dao of Heaven run again , to punish you."

What he said was very blunt, but it was a necessary temptation.

Zhang Fang raised his eyebrows, seemed a little surprised, lowered his head in thought for a while, and then showed a slight smile: "Lei Jie didn't punish 'us', to be precise, it should only punish one person."

The minister who was seriously injured and unconscious.

The two looked at each other, tacit understanding.

Zhang Fang picked up the kettle to add water to Cheng Chuhua's paper cup, and said slowly while pouring: "In return for Mr. Cheng's frankness, I will tell you one thing - you can completely trust me, because I have the same purpose as you. "

Cheng Chuhua's heart skipped a beat, and he said without changing his expression, "Minister Zhang is joking, I don't know what my purpose is for coming here."

"I'm Shu Luo's cousin, and one of his two most trusted people." Zhang Fang smiled gently, "He sent me a letter before he died."

Too surprised, Cheng Chuhua accidentally knocked over the water glass.