Remembrance of Tianyin's Adventure

Lian Caiyun's incense tomb was chosen by Lian Kun to be three miles away from Kaifeng City, on a flat terrain, surrounded by mountains and rivers.In order to thank her for saving Lian Haoyun's life, Lian Kun spared no expense to plant precious flowers and trees within a radius of ten feet of the tomb, and hired a gardener to take care of it.In the past two years, the four seasons here have been like spring, and the scenery is pleasant, and it has become a veritable "Xiangzhong".Especially in summer, famous flowers of red, yellow, blue and white are all in bloom, looking from a distance, like rainbows after rain and colorful clouds in the sky.

Zhan Zhao and Cheng Yin rode their horses to this place, and it was nearly Hai Shi, the twilight had already faded, and the flowers all over the ground were dyed a faint black color.The dim moonlight broke through the thin clouds and poured down, making it even more scattered and desolate.

Zhan Zhao is very familiar with this cemetery.Lian Caiyun passed away two years ago, but he came here more than twice, each time accompanied by the white moonlight.Although the moonlight is dim tonight, it seems to be able to resolve the joys and sorrows of the world, half of the light shone on Zhan Zhao's body, and the other half shone on Caiyun's tomb.The summer insects in the flowers also chirped softly in harmony with the moonlight, lamenting the silence of death and wishing for life.

Under the hazy moonlight, Zhan Zhao vaguely saw a thin man in Taoist robe standing in front of Caiyun's tomb.There was a corpse lying on the ground behind the man, looking at his clothes and appearance, it looked exactly like Lian Caiyun.At this moment, the man was facing the tombstone, holding incense and offering sacrifices.

Zhan Zhao took Chengyin off his horse and came up to the man, before he could speak to him, he saw that the man had turned around and said, "Lord Zhan! You are finally here!"

Zhan Zhaozheng wondered how this person knew he would come here instead of Guo Zhongqing, and looked at this person carefully, but couldn't help being surprised: "It's you?"

The man bowed and said: "Thanks to Mr. Zhan who still recognizes the poor, a few days ago at the hanging booth, you and I met once!"

Zhan Zhao thought to himself, it really is him!That day, he was the one who gave himself the word "love".At that time, I couldn't figure out its meaning in time, so I only thought that this word may not have anything to do with this case. Now that I think about it, which one, Tong Yun, the culprit in this case, and Guo Zhongqing, the accomplice, was not trapped by love?Even Zhanzhao himself was involved because of his affection for Caiyun, wouldn't it be in line with the prophecy that the fortune teller asked him to "enlighten himself from himself"?

Thinking of this, Zhan Zhao couldn't help admiring this person, cupped his hands and said: "The Taoist is indeed worthy of the word 'divine fortune'!" His eyes moved to Lian Caiyun's corpse, and he asked the fortune teller: "She is really..."

"That's right!" The fortune teller said with emotion: "After several twists and turns, even the girl's body can finally be returned to the incense tomb."

Zhan Zhao squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently lifted the sleeve of her left wrist, revealing the green jade pendant tied around her wrist with a red string.Then he took out the jade pendant from his waist, and compared it carefully by the light of the white candle in front of the tombstone.

"Brother!" Cheng Yin knelt beside Cai Yun and asked, "Why do you have a piece of this jade pendant?"

These words reminded Zhan Zhao, remember Cheng Yin said that once the real jade pendant sees blood, it will emit green light, the color and texture alone is not enough to prove the authenticity of the jade pendant.So, he immediately bit his index finger and dripped blood on the jade pendant.

"It's on! It's on!" Cheng Yin shouted excitedly: "It's true! It's true!" The smiling face suddenly froze, tears welled up in his eyes, and he fell on Lian Caiyun, crying loudly.

The deafening cry brought Zhan Zhao's thoughts back to the time when Caiyun was buried two years ago.On that day, there were many people attending the funeral, and the wailing sound shook the sky.From sending the way to the burial, Zhan Zhao followed silently. He had no chance and no reason to go up to Caiyun to take another look. In Lian Kun's eyes, he was not someone from Caiyun, not even a friend; Officials, even court officials who were murdered by Caiyun.To Zhan Zhao, Lian Kun had nothing but respect but apology.Lian Kun didn't understand why Bao Zheng sent Zhan Zhao to mourn Caiyun, and he had no way of knowing the relationship between him and Caiyun.

How alienated was he from Caiyun during that farewell?To be so close to Caiyun like this moment, he never thought about it.After all, in the hearts of others, they are just strangers, and they can only be strangers.

Amidst Cheng Yin's bitter cry, Zhan Zhao's fingertips lightly touched the back of Cai Yun's hand, and then held her hand tightly.This is not the first time he has held Caiyun's hand. He remembers that, on the eve of the trial, he also held this hand, but Caiyun hastily withdrew his hand from his palm. At that moment, he deeply Feel Caiyun's inner struggle and escape.Tonight, he can finally hold this hand firmly, and he no longer has to worry about it slipping away, but this slender hand is no longer warm.

This strange feeling made him hesitate, as if he had lost something in his life and could never find it again.At this moment, everything around was quiet, even Xia Chong was silent.

Looking at Caiyun's body, Zhan Zhao's thoughts gradually drifted into the sky: Where are you now?In the dark underworld, or have you been reincarnated?On the bridge of Naihe, have you ever drank that bowl of Mengpo soup and forgot all the past?

The fortune teller saw that the moonlight was completely covered by dark clouds, but Zhan Zhao didn't seem to want him to do it as soon as possible, so he stepped forward to persuade him: "Lord Zhan, it's time for the Hai, let the poor do it, and send Miss Lian back to the coffin. If the hour is delayed, if we think about how to do it, we can only wait until tomorrow Haishi."

Zhan Zhao calmed down, put Caiyun's sleeves in order, stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your help! If it wasn't for the Taoist priest, Caiyun's body might have been burned."

The fortune teller shook his hands, knelt down quickly and said, "Master Zhan misunderstood! Pindao rescued Miss Lian's body, it was not an act of righteousness, but to atone for the teacher's sin!"

"Atonement?" Zhan Zhao was puzzled, "Who is the revered master? What crime did he commit?"

The fortune teller replied: "The teacher of my family has passed away. His old man is a well-known "Iron Bone God" in the world. Although he is a Taoist, he has never done anything against his conscience in his life. , and punished a lot of treacherous people." She said with shame: "However, after entering the age of obedience, the master no longer cares about world affairs, retreats and studies Taoism, and becomes obsessed. Half a year ago, a woman in red heard that the master Because of her advanced morality, she visited her door and begged her master to perform the 'soul transfer method' on her, so that her soul would come out of her body and be put into Miss Lian's body, so that she could return to her soul with the dead body."

"What!" Zhan Zhao was shocked and said, "The person who cast the spell for Tong Yun to move the soul is actually your master? As a master of Taoism, how could he do such a disastrous thing?"

The fortune-teller couldn't help defending his master, "My teacher didn't want to agree to Tong Yun, but she begged so hard that she even forced her to die! Hey! It's also my fault that my teacher is too obsessed with Taoism. For many years, I have been eager to have the opportunity to try to 'transfer'." Soul Dafa' is such a profound spell that I was confused for a while..." I was so sad that I shed tears and said: "But Master, he knew his mistake! He really knew his mistake! After casting the spell for Tong Yun, Master regretted it! Helpless but too late It was too late. He once foretold that Tong Yun would use Miss Lian's body to cause a catastrophe! In order to confess his past, the master took poison on a heavy rainy night. When he was dying, the old man would ' The secret book of "Transferring Soul Dafa" was handed over to me, and I ordered me to find Tongyun's body when she died and her soul left her body, and return her to the grave according to the time specified in the secret book. Only in this way, even the girl will not be reduced to death For wandering souls."

It was only then that Zhan Zhao suddenly realized: "It turns out that you sent me the word 'love' on purpose to imply that you want to use my hand to let Tong Yun subdue the law?"

"Exactly!" The fortune teller sighed: "Unexpectedly, there was another accident after that, the body was almost burned by Guo Zhongqing, if it wasn't for my divination, if I hadn't practiced the technique of 'Escape from Earth', I would definitely not be able to save her! After finishing speaking, he turned to Lian Caiyun's body and kowtowed deeply, saying: "The poor Taoist apologizes to the girl on behalf of the teacher! I don't dare to ask the girl to forgive me, but I beg the girl to spare the teacher, and put all the sins on the poor person. !"

Cheng Yin stepped forward, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha! Your master has repented before he was alive, and my sister is in the spirit of heaven, so I won't blame him!"

At that time, a strange wind suddenly rose, as if full of resentment, "whoosh" wiped out a white candle.

"Caiyun!" Zhan Zhao caught up with the wind, his gaze was searching in the night, and he raised his voice and asked, "Is that you? Where are you?"

Cheng Yin also ran up, leaned forward, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted desperately: "Sister———"

However, after a long time, the breeze did not come, and the shadows of the flowers in the evening did not shake.It seemed that the strange wind just now was just an illusion, a dream.

When Zhan Zhao returned to the tomb, the fortune teller had relit the white candle and kowtowed to the tombstone a few more times.

Zhan Zhao said: "Although it is a meritorious deed for you to find Caiyun's body, the crime committed by the teacher cannot be offset by this. After returning the body to the coffin, you have to go to Kaifeng Mansion and report the ins and outs of the matter to Mr. Bao clearly. "

"Yes!" The fortune teller bowed to accept the order, stood up and said, "Poverty Road, put the corpse into the coffin immediately!" Immediately, he took out the bamboo slips from his bosom, and read carefully the spell of "returning the corpse into the coffin" in the "Human Soul Dafa" Once again, said: "Master Zhan, please stand back, the poor have to do something!"

When Zhan Zhao heard this, he was startled.It is naturally his wish to let Caiyun rest in peace, but this undoubtedly means another separation.

"Lord Zhan!" Seeing that Zhan Zhao didn't seem to hear him clearly, the fortune teller raised his voice and said, "The poor have to do something! Please back off!"

Zhan Zhao nodded silently, his gaze was fixed on Cai Yun, and he slowly took a few steps back.Cheng Yin tightly grasped Zhan Zhao's arm, and hid half of his body behind him, looking at his direct sister while weeping.

If the funeral two years ago was just a farewell, then tonight would be an eternal farewell; if the meeting two years ago was called fate, then tonight would be fate.The fate between Zhan Zhao and Cai Yun came and went too hastily, it was not as good as knowing each other, let alone vowing to each other.But how could such a short-term relationship leave such a deep memory!Could it be that this is God's will?

From the corpse floating parallel to the sky, to moving steadily above the tomb, from the corpse floating down, to penetrating the grave soil and the coffin lid and sinking into the coffin, Zhan Zhao could hardly see anything clearly, only felt that the plain had become more and more Empty, no more colorful clouds to be found...

But Cheng Yin saw every step of her sister's coffin clearly, and it wasn't until the fortune teller received the spell that she felt at ease.At the same time, he also clearly realized that he would never see his sister again.In fact, he doesn't hate Tong Yun, he really doesn't!Although Tong Yun stole his sister's body, he could still stand in front of him alive after all.Isn't this a sweet dream?It's just that this dream will eventually wake up.

Suddenly, a gust of dark wind swept over, and the three of Zhan Zhao were frozen in place.Among the flowers, a woman in plain clothes, surrounded by a soft moon-white halo, came slowly with a graceful figure, and stood quietly in front of Zhan Zhao.The slender five fingers flicked in front of Zhan Zhao's eyes a few times, and he was relieved when he saw that he didn't respond.Afterwards, for nearly half a cup of tea, she didn't move at all, nor said a word, just staring at Zhan Zhao obsessively, as if this was enough for her.

Looking up at Zhan Zhao's handsome face, she couldn't help being fascinated, she just felt that her heart was far away from the present, very close to the past; far away from sorrow, very close to happiness.

"Miss Lian!" The fortune teller was standing behind her at some point, and suddenly said, "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, you shouldn't have entered the mortal realm privately."

That woman is Lian Caiyun's ghost, she was slightly surprised, and sneered: "I forgot, you are a Taoist priest, my little magic can't restrain you." Her face sank and she said: "However, I advise you not to worry too much! Hmph! If your master hadn’t kowtowed to me and confessed his mistakes as soon as he arrived in the underworld, I would definitely punish you tonight!” After finishing speaking, he ignored him and turned to Zhan Zhao, with his right hand Hold it in front of your chest, with your two fingers facing the sky, and recite the mantra in a low voice.

"What are you going to do?" The fortune teller rushed forward, grabbed Caiyun's wrist and said, "What curse did you recite? Could it be 'forgetfulness'? You want Zhan Zhao to forget all the affection between you?"

Lian Caiyun tried her best to shake off his hand, and said angrily, "Don't worry about my business!"

In desperation, the fortune teller pointed at Lian Caiyun, immediately conjured up a rope, tied her hands tightly, and said angrily: "No wonder you were called a 'devil head' when you were alive, you are indeed a cold-blooded and ruthless person." !"

Lian Caiyun is just a ghost, and she knows very little spells. Even the method of "forgetfulness" was taught to her by her master who forced a fortune teller in the underworld. How can she be an opponent of a fortune teller?Seeing that he couldn't break free with his hands, he was anxious and angry at once, glaring at him and said, "What do you know? I'm doing it for his own good! Don't you know how to tell fortunes? Don't you know how much he suffered for me this time? Almost even I lost my life!" Desolately lowered his head and said: "At the beginning, I shouldn't have dripped blood on his heart!" He raised his head again and said: "Let me go! Let me cast a spell to make him forget that old relationship. I can't No matter how selfish I am, I can't make him feel sad for me anymore!"

"You are not only selfish, you are cruel at all!" The fortune teller said: "Two years ago, you made up your own mind and dripped blood on his heart. Did you ever think about his feelings? Now, you wishful thinking, erasing his memory, and Do you know if he can accept it?"

Caiyun's figure flickered, and she took a step back, and the crystal tears couldn't help flowing down.

"Am I really that cruel? Really?" She asked herself countless times in her heart.

As her mind became distracted, the immobilization technique that was applied just now gradually became ineffective.She suddenly realized and hurriedly disappeared.

"Don't go! Miss Lian!" The fortune teller shouted loudly: "Since you're here, why don't you meet him?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhan Zhao and Cheng Yin had come to their senses, their expressions were still the same as before, and they were unaware of the imposition of body techniques.

In the distance, Gongsun Ce, Wang Chao, and Ma Han had led twenty yamen servants to come. Seeing that there was only one Taoist priest beside Zhan Zhao, who must be in no danger, they stopped ten feet away and did not go forward.

Then the wind blew up, and it blew a little drizzle, and the raindrops hit the petals softly, making a "click" sound.Gongsun Ce and others saw that the rain was not heavy, so they didn't hold up umbrellas.

Ma Han said: "Sir, you are a man of God! You said it will rain tonight, and it really started to rain!"

Gongsun Ce shook his head and said with a smile, "What god? Have you forgotten what day is today?"

"What date?" Ma Han scratched his head and said, "Ah! So it's Qixi Festival!"

"Yes!" Wang Chao said, "Today is the day when Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet Tianhe, of course it will rain!" Reaching out to catch the raindrops, he said, "I heard that every drop of rain is their tears!"

But Gongsun Ce was a little worried: "I don't know if Guard Zhan has brought an umbrella." He thought to himself, he can't get caught in the rain.

Ma Han said: "Bring it! Don't worry, sir. The concierge said that it was Cheng Yin who reminded Mr. Zhan." Through the hazy rain curtain, the three of them looked at Zhan Zhao together.

Although the fortune teller felt that the rain was not strong, Lian Xi Cheng held up his umbrella and went to protect him from the rain because he was young.

Zhan Zhao still stood silently, as if he was completely unaware of the wind and rain.In a trance, I was surprised to see that the umbrella he brought moved slightly, then slowly rose from the ground, and stood in front of him for a moment, and only heard a "pop", and the umbrella body opened by itself!

The umbrella stood in front of him for a long time, and did not move to his head, but shook slightly from time to time, as if implying that he took the umbrella in his hand.

Zhan Zhao seemed to have sensed something, so he raised his hand, holding the handle of the umbrella with his slender fingers.He didn't dare to use force, as if once he clenched it tightly, the invisible hand on the umbrella handle would immediately withdraw.

I don't know how long it took, the hand gradually changed from invisible to blurred, and then from blurred to clear, the owner of the hand finally appeared in front of Zhan Zhao!

Under the gaze of everyone, the two stood facing each other, silent, you only have me in your eyes, and I only have you in my eyes.Even the ruthless wind and rain quietly held their breath for it.

When the fortune-teller met the lovers in front of him, the man was elegant and elegant, and the woman was graceful and graceful, he couldn't help but think of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl who were "filled with water, whose pulse is speechless" in the heaven.

The young Cheng Yin didn't understand the style, and wanted to rush up to hug her sister, but was pulled back by the fortune teller.

The separation seems to have been preordained long ago, just at that instant, Lian Caiyun's figure was no longer clear, quietly disappearing into the deep twilight.

Gongsun Ce watched from afar, feeling filled with emotion.Thinking that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can meet each other every year, but Zhan Zhao and Lian Caiyun will never see each other again, he can't help but sigh.Immediately, I whispered Bai Juyi's poem in "Qixi": "How much joy and parting hate, every year in this night."