[Jianwang III] Yellow sand is far above the sky

The dim light casts shadows on the quaint bookshelf through the window.Rather than being simple, it is better to say that it is old and more vivid.Broken cobwebs hung on the attic bookcase that had been there for many years, and the fragrance of ink could no longer be smelled, but a strong smell of moldy soil came to the face.

Huangfu Ziyue brushed off the heavy dust on the scroll, frowned, and couldn't help covering her mouth and nose with her gauze sleeve.The place is full of dust and musty smell, and Huangfu Ziyue is very clean, if it is not for the search for secret documents here, he would have left this dilapidated attic far away.

"This is not..." Huangfu Ziyue resentfully put down the scroll in her hand, and the dust from the vibration filled the air, causing her to cough a few times.Huangfu Ziyue took out a handkerchief, covered her mouth and nose, feeling irritable and even aggrieved, although she was in a bad mood, she silently walked to the next bookcase, flipping through it neatly.

The secrets of Qixiu Neifang are buried deep in the palace, and after reading many, only a few words are obtained.Even these few words are still inside information or irrelevant records that I still know, without any useful clues at all.Huangfu Ziyue felt nauseous in this dusty and cobweb-filled environment. She frowned and flipped through the dusty files, filled with reluctance in her heart.

This is the Confidential Pavilion of the East Palace, which is dedicated to storing the internal affairs files that have been accumulated for many years. A few years ago, the heavy rain in Chang'an destroyed the Sutra Library of the Imperial Palace. All rewards were given to the prince.The eunuchs in the palace were full of inertness, dried the scripture scrolls hastily, and stuffed them into the confidential cabinet.The Tai's womb was originally deserted, so there were so many people to sort out and file, and it happened to be rainy, so many rare books were destroyed so abruptly.The long-time disciples of the East Palace couldn't bear it, but it was a drop in the bucket. When Huangfu Ziyue entered the East Palace, the files in the entire pavilion were sorted out into a small room.

Huangfu Ziyue finally lost patience with the messy and outdated scriptures, and planned to try to search in another library.She threw the books in her hand on the bookshelf, turned and left, and after walking a few steps, she suddenly had a strange feeling, as if her instinct was urging her to go back.

It was a kind of keenness accumulated over the years. Maybe she didn't figure out what kind of abnormality it was in a short moment, but the sense of dissonance imprinted in her heart made her realize something, as if something was hitting her spiritual consciousness. Ready to come out.

Huangfu Ziyue turned around and walked towards the bookshelf, gently picked up the book that was put down just now.She frowned and pondered, trying to grasp the realization that had to turn back and look across her mind.The yellowed pages, the slight musty smell, everything is so natural.Huangfu Ziyue laughed at herself, it was probably because the place was too dull, and she was very restless, so she might be suspicious of a dark ghost.

Throwing the book on the shelf again, Huangfu Ziyue watched the moment it fell bored.Suddenly, her eyes lit up—yes, it was the same just now, the bookshelf that had accumulated dust for a long time did not raise any dust!Huangfu Ziyue carefully touched the dusty wooden board with her hand, her hand was slightly frosted, but it felt strangely smooth.She took a deep breath and found that the so-called dust was actually painted on the shelf with unknown paint.

Huangfu Ziyue's heart was pounding. Although she didn't know if this secret was related to the old events in Neifang that she wanted to investigate, this layout was definitely not a trace of an ordinary file.Huangfu Ziyue was afraid that there would be some mechanism on the bookshelf, so she put on a pair of deerskin gloves carefully.The deerskin gloves are thin, light, yet extremely tough, and cannot be violated by ordinary hidden weapons or poisons.Huangfu Ziyue slowly unfolded the folds on her wrist, and spread them layer by layer to her forearm. The folds were completely flattened, revealing a wild "Jing" character.Huangfu Ziyue looked at the flamboyant handwriting, slightly lost his mind, then shook his head vigorously, allowing himself to concentrate on the peculiar bookcase.

Huangfu Ziyue groped around on the bookcase, but couldn't find any secret compartments, slightly disappointed.Suddenly, his spirit came to his mind, and he picked up the pile of scattered files that had just been thrown on the ground, took a deep breath, and patiently looked through them one by one.The books around this volume are scattered, only this set of "Diamond Sutra" is neatly gathered together.Huangfu Ziyue looked through it carefully, and found that it was somewhat different from the Diamond Sutra translated by Xuanzang. After checking, it was compiled and inscribed by Prince Liang Zhaoming, presumably it was left over from the old palace classics.

Although there are some differences in the words and sentences, after all, it is the difference between the previous dynasty and the current dynasty. Huangfu Ziyue sighed resentfully. Could it be that he is really suspicious?Huangfu Ziyue took off her gloves, casually flipped through the scroll with her fingers, and suddenly her hands stopped.I didn't notice it when I was wearing gloves just now, but now I feel it with my fingertips. It turns out that some of the pages of this scripture document are slightly different from other papers, as if they are a little more... thick?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Huangfu Ziyue's eyes, and he carefully scratched the corner of the page with his fingernails. What looked like a page was opened like an envelope, revealing a piece of silk paper as thin as a cicada's wing.Huangfu Ziyue suppressed the surprise in her heart, and prepared to take a closer look with the light.

Light?

Huangfu Ziyue suddenly realized that at some point, the light behind her had already dimmed.

"If I were you, I would never open it." A deep voice came from behind faintly, Huangfu Ziyue tried his best to suppress his chaotic heartbeat.Although he didn't feel murderous, but silently appearing behind him without letting him notice, this in itself revealed a kind of danger.

"That's a line, a line that you can't touch and cross. Once many things start, there is no turning back. There is no need to pay too much for your curiosity." The voice behind him is elegant and gentle, but There was always an inexplicable sense of oppression, which made Huangfu Ziyue feel uncomfortable.Holding the book in her hands, Huangfu Ziyue felt the sound of voices mixed with barely audible footsteps, and approached herself little by little.

"It's true. I was just organizing the classics. I didn't think that these vivid dust would make me rude and presumptuous." Huangfu Ziyue took a deep breath, but her voice returned to the calm and gentle voice of a female historian.

"It's just some small tricks in painting, how can it compare to the subtlety of Gu worms in Miss Huangfu's bedroom, and even made the crown princess suffer." The man's voice was soft and gentle, but he tapped every word on the screen. Huangfu Ziyue's heart.

Huangfu Ziyue looked back, and was surprised to see a few strands of silver hair floating out of a dark cloak.Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Huangfu Ziyue still recognized the person in front of him: "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Liuxiang walked slowly to Huangfu Ziyue, and gently pulled out the scripture from her hand: "I really like the literary talent of Prince Zhaoming Xiao Tong. After my junior brother heard about it, he spent a lot of time searching for it for me. As far as this "Diamond Sutra"...it's just that I'm not very interested in Buddhist scriptures, so I flipped through it and put it on the shelf."

Huangfu Ziyue bit her lip, a drop of sweat dripped slowly against her temples.

"You have inhaled a lot of the medicinal powder in the air when you were horrified and unaware, so you don't need to use your internal strength. For a period of time, you can't do anything." Mo Liuxiang flipped through the scriptures and said calmly: "I The story to tell is not good, let’s tell your story.”

Mo Liuxiang put the scriptures into his bosom, playing with the pair of deerskin gloves that Huangfu Ziyue put on the bookshelf.

"For example, Jing Baiyi."

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