Chang'an India

Wen Xian Xunyin, Tan Shan is not only chasing seals, but also people——Xia Chunqiu may have researched some way to store Chang'an Seals, otherwise Tan Shan would not have stolen the seals for a few days before he found out—but this old man son

At the foot of Mashan, he has plucked the strings of Qimai and Qin. Such a living person with a complete soul cannot completely avoid the deduction of the monk's perception.

In fact, as long as people who have dealt with Tanshan, if the monks visualize with all their heart, they can always roughly deduce where this person has gone.

However, now Tan Shan was standing on a bluestone street with people coming and going, no matter how he deduced it, he couldn't figure out where Bian Yonglan went.

A day ago, Xia Chunqiu took out the seal and asked Boss Wu to examine it carefully. The Chang'an seal was reconnected with the energy of heaven and earth, and Tan Shan immediately noticed it.

The two were already galloping northward on horseback, and now they rushed to the location of Wandang Town overnight. It was already the middle of the morning when they entered the town, and there was a drizzle in the sky.

There is a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River, even if it rains, it will not hinder the people from busying their daily lives. People come and go in the town, and people come and go in an endless stream.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the road is slippery in rainy days, so I didn't pay attention to my feet."

Bian Yonglan was leading a horse into the town with Tan Shan, when he suddenly saw a passer-by staggering, so he helped him up.

This man was wearing a bamboo hat and a short shirt, and was carrying a bamboo basket on his back. The bamboo basket exuded the fragrance of medicine accumulated over the years. When the Marquis of the River saw that he had a knife and short shovel pinned to his waist, he knew that he was about to A person who goes out of town to collect medicine.

"The road on the mountain is even more slippery, so you should be more careful."

Bian Yonglan kindly said something to him, and when he walked away, Fang asked the monk, "The people in this town are all alive, right?"

"They're all alive."

"Then I'm relieved." Marquis Wan Jiang patted his heart pretendingly, thinking that he didn't want to relive the old events in Mashan Town again.

When Tan Shan entered the town, he knew that Xia Chunqiu's people and seals were no longer here, but seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, the two of them did not rush on their way, they first found a tea shed to shelter from the rain, and planned to have lunch before leaving.

There were many eyes and ears under the tea shed, and Bian Yonglan couldn't talk about business with the monks, so he just chatted casually: "Do you know what is the most famous thing about this Lize Lake? Oh, you don't know, the most famous thing about this Lize Lake is Whitebait in the lake cannot be eaten in other places."

The whitebait in Lisawa Lake is known as "fish ginseng", each one is only two to three inches, silvery white, tender and boneless, it can be stewed, cooked in soup, fried, or steamed, no matter how it is done They are all so delicious that a literati once ate them and wrote a poem of "Silver Flower and Fish Fat".

It's just that this fish has left the water of Lize Lake, and it will not live long in other places where water is used. If you want to taste the freshest taste, you must either come to the lake to eat it yourself, or you have to be like the Marquis of the River. When the emperor was here, every June, the governor of Kuaiji County would order his men to hurry up and take turns to escort several barrels of fresh fish fed by Lize Lake to Beijing day and night.It's just that after the crown prince came to the throne, he used to restrain himself, so he was exempted from this rule.

Knowing that there is nothing unusual in this town, the Marquis of Wanjiang could only think about eating, and chatting with the monk with a smile, he wanted to order a dish of fish soup at noon.

"Now is the time when the whitebait is fertilizing eggs, but there are not many people to catch them, I am afraid they will be exhausted," the old man who added tea took the conversation from the side, "If you really want to taste this, you can only go to the fish market If you try your luck, someone will inevitably catch a bucket and put it in the fish market to sell it for a high price. At this time, go and have a look, maybe there is still time."

"Okay, then go try your luck." Bian Yonglan got up and patted the monk's shoulder, then looked at the monk with his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, thinking that he was a raccoon slave who didn't want to go out in the rain, and said with a smile, "You can't even eat fish , don’t come with me to smell the smell of fish, drink tea here and wait for me, I’ll go back as soon as I go.”

As a result, it took half an hour to go there - in the inn earlier, this person also said "Go and go back", but when there was no one for more than half an hour, the monks still waited peacefully, drinking tea slowly and listening to the rain .

It's just that the rain turned from small to heavy, and then to small again. Tan Shan saw that the edge was surging and hadn't returned, so he asked Ming where the fish market was, and got up to look for him.

There was no one in the fish market, and when I returned to the tea shed, I still saw no one. The monk knew that this was different, but he didn't look around like ordinary people. He just stood on the street, made a formula with his right hand, and opened his mind to deduce.

If you push it once, you can't; if you push it again, you still can't.

The monk's face finally showed an anxious look, but he could only be anxious and not chaotic——Tan Shanfu closed his eyes and pushed again carefully. He and Bian Yonglan were more than just "dealing with each other". He didn't believe that this person would go. I can't even push myself to find out where in the world I am.

However, if you can’t push it, you can’t push it——Tan Shan put down his right hand, only to feel his heart emptied like a collapse, but he was stunned after the emptiness: he opened his eyes, and when he lowered his eyes, he unintentionally swept his left hand, and saw On the little finger, a small piece of red thread was tied at some point.

The red line is not a real thing, but just like the countless Qimai strings, it is a causal line, which ordinary people can't see no matter what.

One end of the red thread was tied to the monk's little finger, and the other end stretched into the void, but it broke after less than ten feet.

Tan Shan knew that this was because there shouldn't be such a cause and effect between him and that person.

Decades, dozens of sides, I said yes, so there is such a small red line.

"Tan Shan, in decades of life, you only see dozens of faces, and it's also a lifetime—what you promised me is a promise for a lifetime."

But when the monk thought of this sentence in his heart, he saw a red line of cause and effect suddenly soared several feet, pointing straight to the outside of the town.

"... Bian Yonglan, it's a lifetime agreement, I promise you."

Tan Shan said word by word in his heart, this promise that he has never made with anyone, nor can he explain it to others. Every time he said a word in his heart, he would see a red line grow by ten feet, pointing out the person he wanted to find for the monk. direction.

After the rain subsided, there were more people on the street. Passing by the monk, he couldn't help but look at him more, only to know that the master was standing in the rain wearing a monk's robe. The description is clear, but it really has the style of "the world of mortals is not stained at all, and the mundane world is not touched by vulgar desires".

But no one knows that this "unstained" eminent monk stands in the rain on the street, without a Buddha in his heart-he is loving someone wholeheartedly and seriously.

Is it hard to love someone?

It's not hard if you want to pick it up.

At this moment, all the gods and Buddhas in the Buddha's heart retreated one by one, almost respectfully, making way for a mortal to walk to the Buddha's side step by step.

He remembered his hands, his kisses, the fiery temperature of his heart, and the vines burning his palms.

He thought of the strands of hair he let loose, each strand was beautiful, so beautiful and so fragile that people wanted to hold it in the palm of their hands, the most precious thing.

——It's not that he can't bear to see his heart broken, it's that he doesn't want to part with it.

Are you willing to let him cry?Are you willing to let him have a taste of the misery that you can't ask for?

If he really dared to kiss your lips, would you be willing not to kiss him?

Under the moon in the inn, in the wind on the top of the cliff, have you ever thought for a moment... Would you like to kiss him too?

The gods and Buddhas all over the sky retreated one by one, but they still insisted on asking: ——You have already converted to me, how can you have an affair?

Then the shadow of the knife flashed by - the mortal walked up to the Buddha, didn't look back, didn't turn around, didn't look at the gods and Buddhas, just pulled out a knife, and slashed with his backhand, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were cut by this knife , one by one, shattered into smoke and dust.

——All civil and military men in the Manchu Dynasty know that the Marquis of the River has three unique qualities: his temperament is unrestrained and unrestrained, his speech is eclectic, and his swordsmanship is exquisite and unparalleled.

Bian Yonglan's sword technique is really good, so good that with one slash, the Buddha will fall into the world of mortals.

Tan Shan raised his eyes again, and saw that the red line had extended hundreds of feet, and it was pointing to the west. marriage.

It has just been achieved, and the marriage of thousands of miles is linked by a thread.

"You and I……"

Five days later, Xia Chunqiu rushed back to the southwest with his disciples day and night, and just stepped into his private house, when he heard a report from his servants that a friend of yours has been waiting for you in the house for a few days.

Even Xia Chunqiu has never been surprised in his life. When he saw Boss Wu, it was rare that he could not utter a complete sentence. He took a few breaths before pointing to the bed in the guest room and said: "I am the one who asked you to follow carefully, not the one who asked you to follow me carefully." You caught him, why did you catch him!"

"Don't worry, little friend, listen to me." Wu Miaomiao was really not in a hurry, and said in a long-winded manner, "The day after you leave, I think what you said is right, if you leave early, you will leave too late. I pretended to go up the mountain to collect medicine and went out, unexpectedly walked to the entrance of the town, and ran into your nephew and this young master head-on, so I pretended to slip and took a closer look..."

"You pick the one that matters!"

"What are you in a hurry for? The most important thing is here." Boss Wu pointed to the bed that was tied up like an iron rice dumpling with iron chains, "There is a ray of the spirit of heaven and earth in my hometown in this man's soul, you and you Can't the nephew see it?"

"……What did you say?"

"It cannot be said that there is a ray of true spirit in his soul, but his three souls and seven souls all grow around that ray of true spirit of heaven and earth." Wu Miaomiao gestured with his hand, "If that ray of true spirit is a tree, The three souls and seven spirits of this mortal are the vines that grow around the tree. The vines grow too densely. You may not see the tree, but I can know it at a glance, just like your human babies. I can also recognize my own mother, that is a natural closeness of blood."

"........."

"Your apprentice went to my hometown, and there are indeed karmic energy in the two worlds lingering in the soul, but if you use it to open a seal, it is far less effective than this ray of heaven and earth spirit," Wu Miaomiao saw the old monk frowning, thinking that he I didn’t understand, so I explained in detail, “In my hometown, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth is far more abundant than that of the human world, but to be called a real spirit, I’m afraid it’s like you take the water from the entire East China Sea and fry a small bowl of medicine. Can you understand how rare the true spirit of the world is? I don’t know when this ray came to this world..."

"My nephew is very concerned about this person, probably because he knows about this." The old monk shook his head slightly, thinking of the strange beast that had swallowed his mother's voodoo alive. The little beast of the lynx, it seems..."

"It doesn't seem like it's my hometown, but that child can't even speak a single sentence. If you compare it to a child in the world, he's still a two or three-year-old doll." At this point, Boss Wu suddenly thought of something, and looked serious. He warned, "It's enough for us to have this person to open the seal. Don't try to get that child's idea again - our place is different from yours. Every life that can be sanity is very precious, and there is absolutely no chance of it. The principle of cannibalism is not like you mortals," Wu Miaomiao glanced at Xia Chunqiu, and muttered, "Don't think I'm a fool, if you pay for your apprentice, you won't be able to get the seal, you will definitely hit me You don’t even care about human life, and you don’t even care about the lives of other creatures, do you?”

Xia Chunqiu smiled, didn't say yes or no, just said: "How many days have you been waiting for me? How did you come ahead of me?"

"It's been more than three days, can't you think of it?" Boss Wu said complacently, "Although I can't use the aura of heaven and earth in your world easily, but if I want to waste a little bit of true knowledge, I can still use spells that blind my energy and shrink the ground to an inch." Don't look at my incomprehensible appearance, I am very cautious in doing things, since I dare to arrest people, I will not let your nephew come to the door."

"It's hard to say, my nephew is cold-tempered and has nothing in his heart. If he really doesn't know what's wrong with this person, he will look for the seal first, and I'm afraid he is still chasing after me right now," Xia Chunqiu said with his hands behind his back. Said, "You don't have to wait for the right time, I'll go to meet the prince right away, and tell him that the good thing promised to him will be fulfilled tomorrow - with this person as the eye, can you be [-]% sure of opening the seal?"

"I want to say that I'm [-]% sure that you don't believe it, but it's [-]% or [-]% sure." Wu Miaomiao nodded, "You are not a creature of my hometown, and you don't know what the true spirit of heaven and earth means—although the true spirit itself does not have Sense of consciousness, but my hometown can transform into living creatures, all thanks to the gift of the true spirit of heaven and earth... Well, anyway, we only need to open the seal for a moment, and we must save this person tomorrow, since the true spirit lives in the In his soul, if I kill him, I will commit the crime of killing my father and mother."

Bian Yonglan was lying on the bed, completely unable to remember how he fainted, he just lay on the bed as soon as he opened his eyes, his whole body was tightly bound by iron chains.

He was served by his servants for two days, but no one dared to say a word to him. He didn't understand why he was brought here until he closed his eyes and listened to the conversation. , is absolutely unwilling to admit that he was captured by monsters.

"Mother, no, father, I know you are awake," the monster knows filial piety very well, and when he said the words "killing his father and mother", he felt sad, turned around, knelt down facing the bed, and knelt down like a man. Nodding his head, he said, "I'm sorry for you, don't blame me."

"........."

"No, in terms of seniority, you can be regarded as my ancestor." After kowtowing, Wu Miaomiao calculated her seniority again, thinking that she was superior, and hurriedly made up for it, "Ancestor, I will not hurt your life. , at best, your tablet will be smashed, so don’t bear any grudges.”

"........."

Marquis Wan Jiang also understood that the thing that was kneeling by the bed and bowing to him was probably not human—he turned over on the bed, sneered, and was too lazy to fight a verbal lawsuit with it—who wants to fight with someone who is not human? Things, who can't speak human words better than anyone else.

The author has something to say: Hahaha Wu Dongxi, Wu Dongxi, what about long-range infrared precision guidance technology?