The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

The altar was set up by the moat of Peiliang, and the shallow river could not even flood the upper riverbed.The strong sunlight caused tears to flow down, and the weeping willows on the bank lowered their heads listlessly, but the people kneeling on the ground begging for rain were extraordinarily energetic.

The sound of gongs and drums came from all directions, and the dancers who played the role of the Dragon King vigorously waved the colorful flags in their hands, as if there were really thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals waiting for orders. With weird syllables.

As soon as the pre-sacrifice performance was over, more than a dozen gray-haired old Taoist priests stepped onto the altar.Red beans, white rice, yellow millet, sesame, and barley are arranged to make a good harvest, and the wind, rain, thunder, and electricity in the four directions each occupy a place.The prayer for rain was obscure and long, and the old Taoist hadn't finished reading it. His light gray Taoist robe was soaked with sweat, and the white dust whisk seemed to be wringing out a handful of sweat. The strong smell of incense wafted on both sides of the long river, scattered Endless.

King Jin and other major officials of Ganzhou sat at the place closest to the altar. The hot ash fell on their shoulders, which was hard to pat off. The official robe, no matter how reluctant in my heart, I can only bear it until the end of the ceremony.

The last eulogy was finally finished. The old Taoist priest on the stage was close to a state of collapse. His footsteps were unsteady and he had to be recited by the two apprentices.

The prince is going back to the capital, and an official has a salary from the court, but the people in Peiliang are different, most of them depend on the sky for food.They knelt in front of the altar and refused to leave, hoping that their sincerity would move the heavens and pray for a long-lost nectar for Ganzhou.

There was no carriage when he arrived, Han Jing avoided the crowd, grabbed Wan Zixiao, and then flashed into the empty street, making seven turns and eight turns, and before turning in the right direction, Wan Zixiao had already been brought to the front of the Sansheng Bridge.

Walk on the Sansheng Bridge three times, and never leave each other for a hundred generations.

The Sansheng Bridge is a white stone bridge in front of the Yuelao Temple in Peiliang, but no one can tell when it existed, but there are rumors that it was earlier than the Yuelao Temple.Local people believe that as long as you walk hand in hand with your loved one for three times, you will make a promise for a hundred generations, and you can always find it even if you are thousands of miles away.

Perhaps it was because everyone went to pray for rain today, but there were no young and beautiful ladies, gentle scholars, and heavily made-up matchmakers in front of the Yuelao Temple in Peiliang. The ancestral hall was so empty that few people could be seen.

"Just a small bridge with a few steps to the end?" Wan Zixiao sneered: "You treat me as a three-year-old baby, and you can believe whatever others say!"

Han Jing smiled helplessly: "Simplicity is a bit shabby, but I heard from the locals that it is very clever. Since everyone has come, let's go up and walk, and there is nothing to lose anyway."

Wan Zixiao was in a very bad mood, and said angrily: "Ling? Did you hear the reincarnation expert tell you? When I return to Dadu tomorrow, I will also go to the Yuelao Temple to donate money to donate a bridge to see if it will work." Some people come to pay homage to it as some kind of 'Sansheng bridge'!"

He was full of joy at first, but after being poured by the cold water, Han Jing lost his interest in making fun of him. He held hands and walked towards the bridge without asking if the people around him would like it.

"If the two young masters only want to cross the bridge, it is better to go further. There is still a stone bridge there."

Just as he was about to step on the first step, Han Jing retracted his foot, and turned around to find a lame old man on crutches standing behind him.When did the old Taoist follow him, he didn't notice it at all, without making a sound.

Wan Zixiao looked alert after being frightened, looked up and down for a long time, and asked in a deep voice: "Why can't we cross this bridge?"

The lame old Taoist smiled and stroked his beard: "I'm just afraid that you won't be able to come down if you go up. I, an old Taoist, have a kind heart and never lie to others."

Wan Zixiao looked back at the short stone bridge, full of doubts but didn't know how to speak.Han Jing clenched his hand, and stared back at the old Taoist priest: "Can't you come down? Why can't you come down, why don't you explain it clearly."

The old Taoist didn't answer, laughed a few times, sang a song with an unclear tune, turned and left: "Sansheng Bridge! Ding Baishi... Do not leave each other! Do not abandon each other... Since ancient times, kings are the most affectionate, and mortals are so peaceful." Infatuated... the wind is rustling, the rain is drenching, the road is long and the water is long..."

After walking back and forth twice, except for the gusts of wind, I didn't see anything unusual. Wan Zixiao began to doubt the old Taoist just now.Could it be that this is Han Jing's trick again?Reluctantly walking to the bridge, Wan Zixiao broke free from Han Jing's hands: "Look, my lord, I've gone through this journey, why don't I go back earlier, and I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow!"

Han Jing stopped Wan Zixiao, his eyebrows and eyes were full of displeasure: "How can it be counted as passing? Isn't there another time?"

Wan Zixiao sneered and said, "Your lord, are you serious? Three times, you really can't miss one! It's just for fun, it's boring if you take it too seriously!"

Han Jing's face darkened a bit, he grabbed Wan Zixiao, and said in a low voice, "I didn't play with you!"

Really unable to resist him, Wan Zixiao was dragged and walked up the Sansheng Bridge again, just a few steps away, a large black cloud gathered in the sky.Wan Zixiao stopped, looked up at the sky and said in a low voice, "My lord, it's going to rain..."

Han Jing glanced at the other end of the bridge, and pulled Wan Zixiao to his side: "The bridge is not long, it won't take much time to walk across and come back."

Suddenly, a purple bolt of lightning fell from the sky, rumbling thunder came from a distance, and the strong wind and rain began to wreak havoc.Originally thought that the weather was hot, Wan Zixiao was only wearing a thin shirt, but now the weather has changed drastically, and the cold air has risen and he can't help shivering.Han Jing stretched out his hand to hug her, but Wan Zixiao hurriedly moved away: "It's raining, let's finish walking earlier, so as not to catch the wind and cold and delay the journey on the road."

Han Jing didn't want to say much, so he tightened Wan Zixiao's hand and quickened his pace.I don't know if it was because of the weather, Han Jing felt that the Sansheng Bridge had become longer, and it was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't reach the bridge head no matter how he walked.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the clothes on his body were soaked in a short while. Wan Zixiao began to tremble uncontrollably. Firstly, it was because his body was already weak and afraid of the cold; In his mind, Master Wan, who has always been ruthless and unscrupulous, felt fear from the bottom of his heart.He couldn't tell what he was afraid of, but the uneasiness and inexplicable fear tormented him all the time.Without refusing, Wan Zixiao obediently let Han Jing hug and move forward, and the body temperature of the tight contact reassured him a little.

Finally at the end of the bridge, Han Jing was about to turn back, but was held back by Wan Zixiao: "Don't...don't go...let's go back from the front..."

Han Jing wiped the rain off Wan Zixiao's face, cupped his chin with warm palms, and kissed his cheeks with soft lips: "Seek far away! Just go back..."

The words of resistance could no longer be uttered, Wan Zixiao was entangled in the tenderness stronger than the rain, and although there was still a little struggle in the eyes, the trembling shoulders gradually calmed down.