Chang'an India

In the late spring of the fifth year of Yongyan, this world seems to be the same as it was 26 years ago, with a little bit of unrest—

—Some people heard that there was a natural phenomenon in the southwest land, and the mountains fell and the ground cracked, but there was no greater disaster after that.

Then there was only one day, under the bright universe, all the mortals in this world forgot the moment of a snap of a finger, forgot what they saw in that snap of a finger, and the silent desire of a snap of a finger.

Ordinary people only remember that there was a heavy rain. The world is so big, but rain falls everywhere, and after another moment, the rain disperses and the clouds clear.

The rain stops at a long ringing of the Buddhist bells—thousands of Buddhist temples and thousands of Buddhist bells in the world do not ring at the same moment.

At that moment, the world can only hear the long ringing of the Buddha bell, and the overwhelming rain stopped suddenly during the ringing.

When the rain dispersed and the clouds parted, mortals could only see a long rainbow running through the sun, traversing the entire world, the entire world.

After that day, temples, large and small, all over the place were really full of incense, and those who prayed to God and worshiped Buddha really stepped down many thresholds.

Everyone said that there might be a true Buddha appearing in this world, so they hurriedly took the opportunity to go to the temple to offer a stick of incense, for those who wish to get rid of illnesses and misfortunes, for those who seek harmony in their homes, for those who seek wealth and fame, and for prosperity. There are those who seek a good marriage, and there are those who are very greedy, kneeling in front of the Buddha and begging the Bodhisattva: "Bless me in the future, all the best, and my wishes come true!"

There is a small town called "Xiwang" at the foot of the mountain, which is like a daisy in the Jiangnan of Jianglong. Although Xiwang Town is small, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Fengshui is really good, and it is auspicious just like the name of the town. There have been no serious illnesses or disasters for several generations in the town, and although there have never been any rich and powerful people, they still live happily in their small days.

People live well and their minds are good. The townspeople who make a living by fishing one day picked up a living man from the river—this man did not fall into the water by mistake and was rescued by the fisherman. When he arrived, he was sitting by the river, looking at the surging river in a daze.

The fisherman thought that the young man had something on his mind, fearing that he would commit suicide, so he hurriedly stopped the boat and wanted to persuade him.But when I took a closer look, I realized that I had misunderstood it—I saw the young man with a peaceful expression, holding a reed in his mouth, and quietly watching the river. It's eyes, so handsome, but it makes people look at him at a glance, and the first thing they notice is not that he is in full bloom and handsome, but that people think, how can someone have such a peaceful and quiet expression.

"Boy!"

The fisherman was a middle-aged man, not only kind-hearted, but also enthusiastic. Seeing him sitting there alone, no matter how peaceful he was, he was a bit lonely after all, so he called out, "Have you eaten yet?"

It was the time of lunch, the fisherman boiled a pot of miscellaneous fish on the boat, took the dry food prepared for him by his mother-in-law at home, and sneakily made a pot of coarse wine himself, then shook the wine pot and warmly invited an unknown human : "If you haven't eaten yet, come over and have a drink together?"

The young man was sitting on a rock by the river, with a reed in his mouth, looking at the fishing boat by the river, and suddenly smiled, before the boat approached and anchored, he skimmed the water and flew across the water, and boarded the boat with a sloppy figure, unexpectedly he was a man of kung fu .

"Hey, hello," the fisherman didn't know martial arts, so he could only see that the young man's posture was really beautiful. He slapped his thigh, and a name that he heard from a storyteller popped out of his mouth, "This... this young man What's your name?"

"do not remember."

This "young hero" spoke surprisingly, and shook his head with a light smile, "I don't remember what my name is."

I don’t remember my last name, my age, where I live, where I came from, where I’m going, how many drinks I drank, and the fisherman asked me to understand—this man just remembers... He doesn't remember anything, what should he do about this?

Seeing that the young man was healthy and healthy, he didn't seem to be sick. The fisherman had a few cups of wine with him and felt that he had to take care of the matter. I'm going to my house, at least I have a place to live first, what if I wake up and remember it?"

The young man didn't even refuse, he simply nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

Then this stay lasted for more than a day - when he woke up, the young man didn't remember who he was, but he just stayed in this Xiwang Town.

The townspeople are kind-hearted and enthusiastic, and feel sorry for him for being so handsome, but they don't remember anything, and they don't suspect that he is a big treacherous criminal who escaped from the government's wanted criminals, so they hurriedly found him an idle place in the town. If there is an empty room, give him bedding and belongings so that he can have a place to settle down.Because they picked him up from the riverside, everyone called him "Jiangzi".

After a few days like this, Mr. Jiang became Xiao Jiang——although this young man had forgotten everything and talked less, he was very kind. Every day, I helped Mrs. Qiao fetch water and firewood, repaired the leaky roof of the hut, and blocked the mouse hole in the west room.

Mrs. Qiao gave birth to three daughters, all of whom were married. The year before last, her husband passed away. Although she usually has folks to help her, she is lonely at night. — You can make do with eating by yourself, but since Xiao Jiang is in her house, he must not lose his reputation.

Not only Mrs. Qiao likes him, but almost everyone in the town likes this young man. , are willing to help a hand.

Someone in the town was getting married and wanted to build a new house. When he saw it, he put the new house on the beams by himself, which made the old carpenter amazed. Firstly, he was so strong, and secondly, he had never built a house before, but what? You can learn everything as soon as you learn it, and you can understand it at a little bit.

If masonry and carpentry are rough jobs, it’s okay to learn quickly, but Mrs. Qiao tore the cloth and said to make him new clothes, and he could tell the way by just looking at it. The stitches were more finely stitched than ordinary daughters’. , is also interesting.

The people in the town have their own livelihoods. After half a month, the hunter went up the mountain, the fisherman went into the water, and the medicine man collected medicine. They all wanted to take him with them. Whatever comes - no matter how hard to find wild animals in the mountains, how hard to catch big fish in the water, or how rare and hard to find herbs, take Xiaojiang to go, he said that if there is a harvest, there will be a harvest - several times After coming down, the fisherman who had picked someone back lay on the kang before going to bed and nagged to his mother-in-law: "Did I pick up Jiangshen back? Xiaojiang's life is too auspicious, and he doesn't remember anything, maybe it is The gods in the river..."

"How can there be such an eloquent fairy?" His mother-in-law smiled, but she also wondered, "I don't know what family this child was originally born in. This luck must be due to the great virtues accumulated by the ancestors."

Not only the adults in the town like him, but the children also like him—there are only a hundred or so households in the town, but the children and grandchildren are very prosperous. The children in the town are from three to 13 years old, and they follow this "very good-looking boy" every day. "Brother", clamoring for a story: One day, Mr. Jiang went around the bustling county town outside the town, bought some books and came back. There are not many people in the town who can read, so I don't know what he was reading. However, I also heard that the old boy who had a bit of ink and had passed the provincial examination said, Xiaojiang is amazing. He has the ability to remember and recite by ear. easy.

Just looking at this Mr. Jiang, he doesn't have the slightest thought of learning, and his ability to remember by memory is all used to tell stories to children, which shows that he has no interest in fame.

So, this Mr. Jiang with a particularly good fate really knows what he can learn, what he can understand, and what he wants to do-whether he wants to be famous or rich, the townspeople think that if Xiao Jiang If you are willing to do it, you can do anything.It really complied with the words of the fisherman's mother-in-law, one must have accumulated some kind of virtue to have such luck, it is simply a blessing from a born Bodhisattva, and promised him four big characters: All wishes come true.

It's a pity that he neither seeks fame nor profit, but prefers to live an ordinary life in this town. Occasionally, Mrs. Qiao sees him basking in the sun in the courtyard, quietly thinking about something, holding two pieces of paper in her hand. The crushed stone, look at it, if put together, it looks like a stone seal the size of one and a half palms.

"Xiao Jiang, did you remember something?"

Aunt Qiao also asked him this way, but she saw the child put the broken seal into her arms, stroked the Buddhist beads on her left wrist with her right hand and said, "No, I can't remember anything."

"...It's fine if you can't remember, you can stay here as long as you want, and my aunt will cut a piece of melon for you to eat."

After all, Mrs. Qiao is an old man over seventy years old. There is a saying that "people become smart when they grow old, and things become strange when they grow old." She doesn't know a single word, but she also knows how to read people, so she asked once, and she didn't ask a second time. ——Although this child doesn't remember anything, his peaceful appearance makes people feel sad for him.

At this age, Mrs. Qiao doesn't know anything else, she only knows that when people live for a long time, everything can pass and everything can be forgotten.

It is a blessing not to remember sad things, but after all, even if she is like her, living to seventy or eighty, having survived everything, forgetting everything, lying on the kang in the middle of the night, waking up from a dream that she can't remember, still When my heart hurts.

The old things, the shadows of the old people, everything can be forgotten, but the pain is still remembered.

Aunt Qiao had never thought of matching up a marriage for Xiao Jiang, and she might not be the only one in the town who thought like her, but no one really asked Xiao Jiang—not because they didn’t know anything about him, but because they felt that the ten miles away Baxiang, a place in the countryside, really can't find a girl who is worthy of him.

And it's not sure, one day people will think of something by themselves, or people's relatives and parents will come to the door?

Everyone in the town likes Xiaojiang, but they all feel that this person will never really settle down in their town and live such an ordinary life.

It's just that no one in the town could have imagined that when Mr. Jiang really left, there would be such a big battle-one day at the beginning of July, every household woke up early and had just finished washing when they heard the sound of horseshoes outside the town, Gong Kaidao: That was a ostentation they had never seen in their life, never seen such a big official, never seen so many soldiers with knives and swords.

But no matter the high officials or the military masters, they all knelt at the gate of Aunt Qiao's courtyard - more than 100 people got off their horses and knelt together, and bowed to Mr. Jiang who was standing at the gate of the courtyard in unison: " Respectfully invite you to return to Beijing!"

"Let's go then."

That Mr. Jiang was only silent for a moment, then he strolled past these more than 100 people in a leisurely manner, and waved: "Get up, don't disturb others' peace."

On the tenth day of July, Zhongji and Daqing.Outside the Xie Xuan Zhai, the vegetation is lush and the flowers are fresh—it is midsummer in the capital, but it is not so hot in the imperial palace study room. White smoke is curling up from the ice basin, mixed with the still burning sandalwood, and there is no smell of people. The voice of language.

"Lan Lan! Lan Lan!"

Hearing loud voices suddenly, it was Eunuch Chen who handled lightly and was ordered to hang a birdcage on the porch.In the cage, a parrot that was brought up when I was a child, probably saw some acquaintance, fluttered its wings happily, talked to people, and pecked at the cage door with its beak, looking like it couldn't wait to jump out.

"Look, even it remembers you," the emperor stood in the corridor in his normal clothes, and said to the human in front of him, "I called you Lanlan when I was young, but it has heard you too much, and it has been calling you Lanlan all the time. After so many years, change it again." Don't come."

"........."

"You said you forgot all of them, but did you really forget all of them?"

No one dared not answer in front of the king, but the person in front of the emperor dared to remain silent for a long time, only shaking his head.

"Don't you remember? Or don't you want to remember?"

This man didn't answer, kneel down, or profess to be a minister, but the emperor couldn't hear the slightest hint of blame, he just asked softly: "You and I... have been in love for so many years, don't you want to remember?"

"........."

"If you really can't remember, just think about it here slowly." The Holy One turned around and entered the study, and added without looking back, "Kneel and think about it."

"you say……"

There was no anger in the mouth or face of the Son of Heaven, but there was real anger in his heart. He was so angry that he was used to self-denial, but today he poured himself a drink in the Xie Xuan Zhai. He drank as long as the person outside knelt.

At the end of the drink, he thought he was really drunk. The emperor held his head in one hand and held the cup in the other, and asked the old servant who was quietly accompanying him, "You said he..."

But there was no more text for a long time.

"He doesn't remember, and he doesn't want to stay..." After a long time, the Son of Heaven continued the previous article and asked Chen Gonggong, "You said, is it true?"

"...The old slave doesn't know."

Eunuch Chen didn't dare not answer the emperor's question, so he just didn't know.

"I don't know either. Even though I don't know, there are a thousand ways to keep him," Tian Zi was drunk and articulate, and asked with a smile, "...but why should I keep him?"

The old waiter didn't dare to speak at all, bent his knees and knelt down on the ground.

No one chatted with this lonely man, so he asked himself in his heart: why keep him?Perhaps he could be left with the delusional idea of ​​seeking immortality—although the monk from Changgeng Temple could not be found anywhere, he had heard about it. , is always a clue;

What is he doing?Maybe you can leave him to ask for the company of spring flowers and autumn moons——Emperors from generation to generation were all called lonely, but before today, he never really felt that he was a lonely person. In the middle, there is always warmth; why keep him?Maybe you can leave him to ask for a thought that can't be said - because he can't speak, he can't even ask and answer himself in his heart, and he can't say anything more.

"Anbang, Dingguo, Pingtianxia," the emperor said again, but suddenly brought up old things, "Chonglan didn't like reading when he was young, so I laughed at him. He didn't even want to read the art of war. I won't dare to ask you to lead the army in the future." Bing, you are so good at martial arts for nothing."

"........."

"Do you know how he returned to me?" The old servant knelt silently, but the emperor didn't really want him to say anything, so he just smiled to himself, "He was only 13 years old, but he said to me, 'Your Highness, I will be here in the future! You have civil servants to keep the country safe for you, military officials to rule the country for you, and I can pacify the world for you.'” “………”

"Later, I forged this prisoner dragon for him." The Son of Heaven stroked a treasured sword that was specially found for that man, "You should remember what I said on the day when I gave the sword, right?"

"...The old slave remembers."

"pity……"

The emperor put down the wine glass, put it down and picked it up again, and threw the glass on the ground, and there was a clear sound, which was clear and crisp, and his body was smashed to pieces.

"The Holy One calm down."

The old servant said to appease his anger, but there was no sign of panic in his tone, he just took a step on his knees, kowtowed and said: "This old slave is bold enough to tell the majesty about the old slave's life experience that is not pleasant to hear."

"The old slave came to the capital with his family when he was six years old. He originally went to join his relatives."

The emperor didn't say yes, and he didn't say no, so Eunuch Chen continued: "Later, my relatives cheated out of my family's meager wealth. My father hanged himself, and my mother couldn't support three children, so I sold it myself." Entering the palace, I begged for a way out for my younger siblings. That old slave was eight years old, so he was already a bit old, and it would be a narrow escape if he survived."

"Later, I wanted to stand out, so I begged a guard who could speak a few words to teach me martial arts. The guard was kind-hearted, and told me that I couldn't learn the fierce kung fu he practiced. If I insisted on learning, sooner or later He will suffer a great crime."

"But the old slave is a eunuch, and there is no room for picking and choosing. Since he really wants to get ahead, he still has to learn. If he is lucky enough to live to this age, all the joints in his body are useless. Every day, that is Live and suffer."

"It's just that I have lived to this age, but the old slave has never regretted it - I didn't regret entering the palace back then, and I didn't regret learning martial arts back then. This person is alive, there are always four words, there is something to give."

There are some secrets in the Qianqing palace, which others do not know, but Eunuch Chen knows.

What kind of delusion is behind that Fang Chang'an seal, and what price this delusion will require the people of the world to pay, he is very clear in his heart.

He was clear in his heart, but he kowtowed again, and finally said only four words: "——The emperor is holy."

"...Since the joints are bad, let's get up," the emperor laughed, but he didn't know what he was laughing at. "One or two are kneeling and doing something."

He picked up the prison dragon on the table, and walked towards the door, although he was drunk, his steps were not vain, and he walked very steadily.

"You know..."

Opening the door of the study, the emperor stopped again and said without turning his head: "You should know—when the monk opened the lecture ten years ago...you were there on that day."

"........."

"Do you know what I saw that day?"

"...The old slave doesn't know."

The Holy Majesty shook his head and smiled, and stretched out his hand to open the door - after all, it was the fate of the emperor who was favored by the dragon spirit. He remembered what he saw in the Changgung Temple ten years ago; he also remembered what he saw in the Jinluan Hall ten years later.

——Because I remember, I am willing to do so.

The Holy Majesty went out with the saber, waved to make Wan Jianghou flatten, and when he stood up straight, Fang handed the prison dragon to him and said, "Do you still know this saber?"

"........."

"Take the knife, it is yours."

——"Today, I give you the sword to allow you to walk the world on behalf of me, and to settle injustices on behalf of the people. Are you willing?"

——"The minister leads the decree!"

The answer that day was still in his heart, and the emperor shook his head and smiled again—later on his Marquis of the Jiangjiang, there were not a few drops of blood on the tip of the knife, and it was shed for the people of the world.

It's all for the royal family, it's all for the throne, it's all things that his Marquis of Jiangjiang doesn't want to do.

"From today onwards, you are no longer my Marquis of the River." The emperor threw the knife to the person in front of him. Seeing him raise his hand to catch it, Fang smiled and said, "I'll give you the knife. Where do you want to go and what do you want to do?" , from today onwards, it has nothing to do with me."

He looked into the eyes of the knife-wielding man, looked at the look in his eyes, and refused to believe that he had forgotten everything, but he was finally willing to give up his delusional idea of ​​longevity and give this man a brighter future.

Generations of emperors have been called lonely and widowed. Since they are the sons of heaven, they cannot escape the vulgarity.

——He is willing.

"Yonglan, if you think about it later..."

He said he was willing, but at the moment the man turned around and took a step, he called out to stop him.

——If you remember, come back and see me.

The words in my heart passed silently, and the emperor no longer called me, nor did I say these words out of my mouth.

In the end, he only said: "Go."

Zhen Er, do you know that there is no regret in a person's life?

The emperor's single name is Zhen'er. The old servant watched him grow up and served him for 30 years. Very occasionally, he would secretly call him Zhen'er in his heart.

——I regret entering the palace, regret learning martial arts, and do not regret everything. When I am old, I will inevitably regret the past.

Today I advise you to be willing, and I will regret it when I die.I don't regret the great crime of bullying the king, but I only regret that I can't help you.

Eunuch Chen didn't follow the holy order to get up to accompany the driver, but just knelt in the study and kowtowed silently.

There are always regrets and regrets in this human matter, but knowing that there are regrets and regrets, there is still time to say and do.

In his whole life, he was not even considered a whole person, but he could still be regarded as saying a word and doing a thing.

The old servant silently kowtowed, saying in his heart on behalf of the people of the world——Long live my emperor, long live, long live.

The author has something to say: Some species of parrots are very long-lived and can live to be over sixty years old. Master, you have called Lanlan as many times as a bird. Are you willing?The emperor's brother will have a special episode, and the thought circuit of Eunuch Chen, who loves him the most, is not completely on the same channel as him. This is called a lonely family. Give a sweet episode