Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

The woodcutter returned to the small village at the foot of the mountain, and when he saw the familiar door, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It was like a big dream.

It's just that the bodhi wood in his hand and the talisman paper in his arms remind him that he is dead now, life and death are different, yin and yang are separated.

"Mr. Ning, you are finally back. Why have you been away for so long? Everyone thought something happened to you!"

The neighbor came out to collect the clothes to dry, and was very surprised when he saw the woodcutter.

"Go home quickly, your mother-in-law gave birth yesterday, she is a big fat boy!"

The woodcutter's eyes brightened. Before he went up the mountain, his wife was already pregnant for ten months. God blessed him, and finally the mother and child were safe.

When he entered the house, he saw his wife who had just given birth to a baby and was cooking in the kitchen. Smoke rose from the kitchen, and the big yellow dog in the corner rushed towards him affectionately, wagging its tail happily.

For the first time, he discovered that this unusual scene was so moving.

……

After appeasing his excited and joyful wife, the woodcutter first went to the seriously ill old mother's bed according to the Taoist priest's instructions, and lit the bodhi wood on the stove.

An elegant fragrance hits, making people feel as if they are in a vast forest, and they are refreshing and intoxicated.

The bodhi wood was only half burnt and then extinguished automatically, but his seriously ill old mother had a rosy complexion, breathed evenly, and all diseases disappeared.

The woodcutter stood there for a long time staring at the sleeping old mother, her frosty white hair and the wrinkles on her face.

Afterwards, he sold the good firewood he had cut near Lanruo Temple, took out ten coins from the money he earned, and bought a big herring, and gave it to the old man of the Chengdong Private School to help him choose a good name for his son.

In the end, he left all the remaining money to his wife, filled the water tank at home, and prepared rough carbon for the winter in the future.

The sun goes down quickly.

But the woodcutter lit a candle that he was reluctant to use at ordinary times, and looked at his sleeping wife and children by the candlelight.

The son has delicate eyebrows and eyes, like his mother, but his mouth is like his own.

After a long night, the woodcutter carved the remaining half of the bodhi wood into the shape of a swordsman. His craftsmanship was not good, and he looked a little rough, only a third of the resemblance to Li Daoxuan.

At dawn, the woodcutter woke up his wife and told her that he was actually a ghost, and that he was able to come back because he met a great benefactor. From now on, she and her children would thank this statue every year and festival.

The wife was sleepy and thought she was dreaming, thinking he was talking nonsense.

The woodcutter said again: "If our son is smart in the future, we must let him read and write, and don't be like his father."

"The old gentleman from the private school named him Caichen, Ning Caichen...it's really nice."

Finally, in front of his wife, he lit the talisman with a candle.

The void trembled, the gate of the Qingming Realm slowly opened, the sudden wind blew out the candles, and the cry of the baby followed.

The wife was completely awake. She called her husband's name and quickly lit the candle.

A lamp is like a bean, and the empty room is suddenly bright.

But the surrounding area was empty, and there was no sign of her husband.

Only the wooden sculpture of the swordsman was quietly placed in front of the bed, his eyes were indifferent, as if he had seen all the vicissitudes of life.

……

Lan Ruo Temple.

Li Daoxuan slowly closed his eyebrows and sky eyes, and sighed softly, feeling a little bit emotional.

Ning Caichen...

Could this child be Ning Caichen in the story?
The statue of himself, because it was carved from the ancient bodhi wood, has a vague connection with him. Maybe there will be a relationship in the future?
Lanruo Temple, Yan Chixia, Heishan Old Demon, Ning Caichen...

The story of A Chinese Ghost Story seems to be quietly brewing, but the tree demon in Lanruo Temple has been beheaded by him, maybe the trajectory of fate has changed?
Li Daoxuan shook his head, and took a last look at the abandoned temple. Clouds and mist rose under his feet, and he swung upwards, heading towards Luoyang.

Everything is random.

……

Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.

As soon as he fell, bad people surrounded him, and Jiang Lian, the leader, reported the situation in Luoyang one by one.

"Reporting to the National Teacher, according to rough statistics, the disaster in Luoyang caused no fewer than [-] casualties, including [-] Modao troops, [-] Xuanjia troops, and [-] demon guards..."

Listening to Jiang Lian's report, Li Daoxuan looked solemnly.

Mo Luo turned Luoyang into a cage, refining the flesh and blood of mortals to enhance his strength, causing a large number of innocent casualties.

It is a pity that these soldiers who were good at fighting failed to fight on the battlefield to defend their homes and the country, but died at the hands of evil spirits and heretics.

Moro is dead, but one must be punished severely!
"Where's the eldest grandson Quanxi?"

As the governor of Luoyang, this person turned to the Moro sect and used the power of the imperial court to help Moro build the formation, which caused countless casualties among Luoyang soldiers and civilians this time. It is a heinous crime!
"The teacher who returned to the country has already been put in prison."

Li Daoxuan glanced at him, and said lightly, "Why didn't you kill him?"

Jiang Lian only felt an invisible sense of oppression, making his heart beat faster, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"National teacher, he...he is from the eldest grandson's family, the uncle of the queen and Zhao Guogong, and the emperor's relatives are involved. I wait...don't dare to convict him lightly."

Li Daoxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his hair fluttering, and his eyes were as cold as a spring.

Jiang Lian couldn't be blamed for this matter. Although the bad guys have high status and authority and are more prestigious than the Jin Yiwei of later generations, there is one place where they dare not stretch their hands, and that is the royal family.

No one in the world knows about His Majesty's love for Empress Changsun, and no one knows the glory of the eldest grandson's family.

Bad people obey the emperor's orders. If the emperor doesn't nod his head, who would dare to kill the eldest grandson Quanxi?

The atmosphere froze for a while, and the bad guys were too frightened to look up.

Jiang Lian bit the bullet and said: "If you dare to ask the national teacher for an order, I will kill this thief immediately!"

Li Daoxuan understood that he was testing himself, testing whether he, the national teacher, dared to take responsibility, whether he had the courage to kill first and then play.

"It's a bit too cheap to kill him with one knife."

Li Daoxuan's voice sounded faintly.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Jiang Lian's eyes, he sighed in his heart, and said, "In this case, according to the law, escort the eldest grandson Quanxi to Beijing and leave it to His Majesty."

Li Daoxuan shook his head and said: "Then it will be cheaper for him. With His Majesty's temperament, of course he will not be spared, but for the sake of the queen and Zhao Guogong, I am afraid that he will be given a glass of poisoned wine. Such a way of death is too incomprehensible."

Jiang Lian froze there, then heard Li Daoxuan's voice continue to sound, calm and majestic.

"Bad people obey orders."

"promise!"

"In my name, post a notice in the city of Luoyang to make public all the crimes committed by Changsun Quanxi, and then immediately take him to the execution ground and punish him with Ling Chi!"

Jiang Lian raised his head abruptly, his eyes agitated.

Li Daoxuan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Do it at ease, Your Majesty, let me tell you, as long as what you do is for the country and the people, even if the sky falls, the poor will be at the front .”

All the unscrupulous people cheered up, looking at Li Daoxuan, they only felt their blood boil.

"promise!"

The sound shook the sky, and the blood was surging.

Jiang Lian's eyes moved, and he looked deeply at the Taoist in Tsing Yi in front of him. If he was only in awe of the power of the National Teacher before, then now, he is undoubtedly impressed by the responsibility and courage of the National Teacher.

Scholars die for those who know their confidants. It is a blessing that Datang has such a national teacher!
"Great, let's see if the eldest grandson Quanxi dares to be arrogant in prison?"

"Hehe, he has been taunting us all the time these days, and said that he will be fine when he gets to the capital, but now he's fine, he won't be able to reach the capital!"

"Really happy!"

The young delinquents whispered and admired the national teacher more and more.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, without speaking, and walked straight forward.

But Jiang Lian caught up, coughed and said, "Well, National Teacher, there is something that you may have to be mentally prepared for..."

Li Daoxuan stopped in his tracks, took the time to say: "What's the matter?"

"It's Princess Changle, she... seems to be angry with you."

The smile on Li Daoxuan's face froze instantly.

……

In a clean and tidy meditation room.

Xiao Changle still looks like a Taoist boy, with long hair combed into a bun, delicate and handsome, skin whiter than jade, and black eyes like the purest gems, but now he is full of grievances.

"Princess, don't blame the master. He asked me to take you away in advance for your safety."

White Snake uttered words, his voice was gentle and demure, but there was a trace of helplessness.

Its white jade-like body was played by Changle between the palms, and it was almost entangled into a bow.

Chang Le said aggrievedly: "Even if you want to take me away, do you need to make me dizzy?"

It turned out that two days ago, Li Daoxuan was worried about her safety, so he secretly cast a spell to make her fall asleep, and then ordered the white snake to take her out of Luoyang and hide her in a place.

The white snake has been protecting her closely.

When Changle woke up, she realized that Luoyang had caused a catastrophe. When her master and Mo Luo were fighting bloody battles, her apprentice was sleeping soundly?
Feeling guilty and wronged.

Master is really, always so domineering, can't you discuss it with me?

"Smelly master, bad master, Changle will never... care about you lightly!"

Just as she was muttering, White Snake's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the door.

"Haha, good boy, I'm back as a teacher!"

With the white dragon in his sleeve, Li Daoxuan stroked its head, and then looked at the back of his apprentice's... head.

Good guy, don't even give him a face.

He went around, Xiao Changle snorted softly, turned her fair face away again, leaving only the master's back.

Li Daoxuan walked over again, Chang Le continued to turn around, but suddenly found that there were masters standing in all directions, they looked exactly the same, looking at him with a smile.

Several slender hands touched Chang Le's head together, messing up the smooth long hair.

Xiao Changle closed her eyes angrily.

Don't look at the head office!

However, at this moment, a voice rang out.

"Originally, I brought a gift this time. It seems that someone doesn't want it. If that's the case, let's give it to Xiaotian as a teacher."

Chang Le immediately opened his eyes and shouted: "No, that's my gift!"

Li Daoxuan had a ruby-like peach pit in his palm, and he handed it to Chang Le, telling her the origin and story of the peach pit.

Chang Le's eyes lit up when he heard it.

"Is this the flat peach pit of the Queen Mother? Great, I must plant it alive!"

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, she likes flowers, plants and trees the most, so it's okay to leave it to her to try, even if it doesn't work, the aura in this flat peach pit is compelling, which is also good for her cultivation.

After receiving the gift, Xiao Changle was no longer angry, and she took out the nectar cake she made for Master to eat.

The little flower god smelled the fragrance, and also got into the pastry to eat, and didn't stop until her stomach was round and her little wings couldn't fly.

"Delicious, from now on you will be the god of flowers... the cook, hiccup!"

In the meditation room, laughter suddenly broke out.

Xiao Huashen didn't know what they were laughing at, rubbed her chubby belly, and just laughed along.

……

a day later.

At the foot of the White Horse Temple, by an unknown river, two tombs stand.

"Master Sanle's tomb."

"Tomb of Wife Xiaotang."

Xuanzang, dressed in a white monk's robe, sat alone in front of the two tombs for a long time, with his eyes downcast and a gloomy expression, constantly reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

In fact, he knew that no matter whether it was Master or Xiao Tang, there would be no next life.

There are no bones in the tomb, only an umbrella and the futon that Master used to meditate during his lifetime, which is equivalent to a tomb of clothes.

Xuanzang felt as if he had lost everything.

Boom!

After reading the Ksitigarbha Sutra many times, the sun was gradually covered by dark clouds and it began to rain heavily.

Xuanzang sat in the rain, let the rain wet his robes, remained motionless, and continued to chant sutras.

An umbrella shielded him from the heavy rain.

Xuanzang's quiet eyes moved, and he seemed to think of that bright and charming girl who always held an umbrella to protect herself from the wind and rain.

But now he is outside the grave, and the umbrella remains in the grave forever.

"Brother, I want to be alone."

Li Daoxuan held an umbrella and did not leave, but stood quietly, shielding him from the wind and rain.

"Master Sanle is a senior I respect, and Xiaotang is also my friend. I should come to worship them."

Li Daoxuan bowed to Sanle's tomb and closed his eyes in mourning.

Regardless of Taoism and Buddha, Li Daoxuan would respect him very much even if he was just an ordinary person like Master Sanle who cared for the common people and had compassion in his heart.

If there are more people like this, there will be less ugliness in the world.

"Master Sanle didn't have any regrets in the end. He left with a smile. He suppressed the sea of ​​suffering with his golden body and blessed the common people. He fulfilled his long-cherished wish."

Li Daoxuan patted Xuanzang on the shoulder and said, "Look, if you don't believe me."

Xuanzang looked along his fingers, his eyes moved, and he froze there.

I saw many people wearing white mourning clothes and holding black umbrellas walking in the muddy mountains, old or young, male or female, striding forward or supporting them.

Li Daoxuan ordered the unscrupulous people to post notices, telling the people all the ins and outs of the Luoyang disaster, including what Master Sanle did.

Give up your life to eliminate evil spirits, and suppress the sea of ​​suffering with your life.

The sentence "There is an end to the sea of ​​suffering, if the poor monk suffers more, the world will suffer less", echoed in Li Daoxuan's heart like thunder.

Such a person should be remembered by the world.

The common people bowed and knelt towards Sanle's tomb, regardless of the mud, and kowtowed in gratitude.

Luoyang already has a strong Buddhist atmosphere, and they have heartfelt reverence for such an eminent monk who saved the people in the city.

Xuanzang didn't know whether it was tears or rain in his eyes, he finally stopped chanting, his lips trembled slightly, and he stared at this scene bewilderedly.

"Although Master San Le is gone, he will remain forever in Buddhist scriptures, history books, and... people's hearts."

Li Daoxuan wiped away his tears with his sleeve, patted his shoulder again, stopped talking, and silently put away the umbrella.

The wind stops, the rain stops, the clouds clear, and the sun shines.

Gollum.

A small golden fish swam to the shore and kept bubbling at Xuanzang, refusing to leave for a long time.

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