Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Qiao Feng went down to Shaoshi Mountain and disappeared from his adoptive parents. Although he didn't know their identity, he expected that the person who took away his adoptive parents would use this to blackmail him. Instead of slowly looking for a needle in a haystack, it would be better to wait for the enemy to come and notify him to go. meeting.

So after two days of searching, Qiao Feng stopped wandering aimlessly and rushed directly towards Wutai Mountain to find Monk Zhiguang to confirm the true identity of the leading brother.

Along the way, Qiao Feng did not deliberately hide his whereabouts. He changed his cautious and low-key style when he was the leader of the Beggar Clan, and walked through the streets wearing bright clothes and angry horses.

In three days, Qiao Feng rushed from the foot of Shaoshi Mountain to Yanmen County in Daizhou. Qiao Feng entered the city and asked people about the whereabouts of Monk Zhiguang. Someone told him that there was a Wenshu Monastery thirty miles away, and Master Zhiguang kept orders there.

Qiao Feng thanked the man and galloped all the way. After a while, he arrived at the foot of Mount Wutai.

Qiao Feng tied his horse under a big pine tree and followed the stone steps up the mountain.

According to legend, Wutai Mountain is the monastery of Manjushri Bodhisattva, and later generations call it the first of the four famous mountains of Buddhism. In fact, Wutai Mountain is not a mountain, but a series of mountain peaks.

For hundreds of years, Wutai Mountain has been prosperous with incense and chanting. There are at least hundreds of large and small temples on the mountain, including many imperial temples, where many emperors of the past dynasties came to pay their respects. More than thirty miles to the north from here is the famous Yanmen Pass.

In the past, Li He, a native of the Tang Dynasty, wrote an ancient poem "The Journey of the Governor of Yanmen" which was passed down to later generations. In the Tang Dynasty, Yanmen Pass's status in the north was not as important as it is now. After Emperor Taizong Li Shimin defeated the Turks, Yanmen Pass was more of a logistical supply pass for the frontier army.

However, due to the fall of Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures during the Five Dynasties, the entire north except for Yanmen Pass was almost undefendable. If Yanmen is broken, hundreds of thousands of Liao troops can take advantage of the situation and move south. The troops will reach Taiyuan, drink the Yellow River, and burn the entire Central Plains with war.

Therefore, since the Taizong Dynasty, all officials of the Song Dynasty have attached great importance to the defense of Yanmen Pass. The entire Yanmen area is said to have hundreds of thousands of soldiers. It is really a prosperous mountain and river, and it is the key to the Northern Kingdom.

Qiao Feng climbed up the steps and felt relaxed for no reason. It seemed that he had a feeling in his heart: when he came here, everything would eventually have the answer.

Qiao Feng walked a few hundred steps. In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, a Zhike monk came forward and bowed: "May I ask this donor why you came up the mountain?"

Qiao Feng thought for a while and felt that if he said that he was Qiao Feng, he would inevitably get into trouble. In order to avoid any complications, he said: "Xiao Feng, I came here this time to ask for a meeting with Master Zhiguang. I ask the young master to pass it on for you." One sound."

Although the surname Xiao is the surname of a descendant of the Liao Dynasty, since the Song-Liao Chanyuan Alliance, the border Han people and the Khitan people have gradually exchanged and integrated over the past hundred years. Nowadays, there are many Han people in the north with the surname Xiao.

The young novice monk didn't feel surprised after hearing this. Seeing that the tall man in front of him was tall and extraordinary in appearance, and his every move showed a generous and heroic demeanor, he knew that the person who came was definitely not an ordinary person. Not daring to be negligent at the moment, he bowed to Qiao Feng again and said, "It turns out to be Almsgiver Xiao. I'm too far away to greet you, so please sit here for a while while the young monk goes to inform Master Zhiguang."

So the young novice left Qiao Feng waiting in the pavilion and went into the temple gate to find Monk Zhiguang.

Qiao Feng sat alone in the pavilion, looking around. The bells in the temple can be heard from time to time, adding a bit of silence and solemnity to this ancient temple in the mountains. At the entrance of the temple, two vajra warriors waved their fists and opened their mouths to look outside the mountain gate. In the air, the aroma of Xinxiang comes from time to time, which makes people feel refreshed.

About half the time it took to burn the incense, the young novice came back. He came to Qiao Feng, bowed respectfully and said, "Donor Xiao, Master Zhiguang is already waiting for you. Please come with me."

Qiao Feng stood up, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, little master."

So Qiao Feng followed the little novice monk all the way through the corridors and alleys, and walked for about a cup of tea to a side courtyard.

The young novice monk stood in front of a room, bowed and said: "Master Zhiguang, Donor Xiao has already invited us."

In the room, an old voice came out: "Please come in, Master Xiao."

The young novice monk turned around and saluted Qiao Feng again, signaling Qiao Feng to go in on his own. Qiao Feng did not hesitate, bowed slightly in return, then pushed the door open and entered.

The door opened with a creak.

As soon as Qiao Feng entered the door, he saw an old monk with a gray beard, wearing a gray monk's robe, kneeling on a futon. The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was meditating. His face was criss-crossed with ridges, like the loess soil washed away by heavy rain, and he looked extremely old.

When Qiao Feng saw the man, he was a little stunned for a moment: This man was obviously the monk Zhiguang whom he saw last time in Xingzi Forest. However, how long had it passed, how could he have become like this?

Hearing the sound of pushing the door open, Monk Zhiguang slowly opened his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep and finally woke up from his dream. Seeing that the visitor was Qiao Feng, Zhiguang was not surprised or panicked. Instead, he showed a look of relief on his face.

"Donor Qiao came from afar, but I didn't come far to welcome him. I hope I'll forgive you."

Zhiguang leaned forward and thought about it, but for some reason, he failed in the end. He shook his head slightly, with a helpless expression on his face.

Qiao Feng saw Zhiguang's aging and decadent appearance, and for some reason, he felt inexplicably sympathetic to him. He originally thought that he would be extremely angry when he met the enemy who participated in the murder of his biological parents, but now he felt a little pity for the old man in front of him.

Qiao Feng bowed: "Qiao Feng, the former leader of the Beggar Clan, pays homage to the master."

Zhiguang sighed softly: "Since you know your life experience, why do you call yourself Qiao Feng? Qiao is fake. Life is like a dream, like dew and lightning. Things in the world, whether true or false, are nothing more than a big event in the end. Dream."

Qiao Feng leaned forward and said, "This junior is here to ask the master to answer my questions."

After Zhiguang finished speaking, he coughed a few times: "That's good, that's good. Since you already know your life experience, why should you cling to the past?"

Zhiguang paused and continued: "Back then, your father left writings on the stone wall outside Yanmen Pass. He claimed that his surname was Xiao and his given name was Xiao Yuanshan. He called you "Feng'er" in his legacy. We kept your original name, but Because you were entrusted to the Qiao family to raise you, you must take their last name. Xiao Feng is your original name."

Although Qiao Feng had already obtained some information about his biological father from Murong Fu, after all, he came here to inquire about it, not to experience it personally. Now that I heard it from the people who had experienced it, it felt very different. With tears in my eyes, I bowed down and said, "Thank you, Master, for informing me."

Zhiguang said: "Since you have arrived at Yanmen, have you ever gone outside Yanmen Pass and seen the remains of your father in the Rock Valley?"

Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "Never."

Zhiguang summoned a young novice and whispered a few words into his ear. After a while, the young novice took out a huge old piece of cloth and handed it to Zhiguang. Zhiguang took the piece of cloth, unfolded it gently, and handed it to Xiao Feng: "Donor Xiao, this is a rubbing of the words that your father left on the stone wall."

Xiao Feng felt a chill in his heart. He took the old cloth and unfolded it. He saw that the big cloth was made of many rags of robes sewn haphazardly. Each one of the cloth had hollow white characters with strange strokes, and the appearance was not the same as the Chinese characters. It was very similar, but I didn’t know a word. I knew it was Khitan writing, but I saw the majestic strokes of the handwriting, like a knife and an ax. When I heard Zhiguang said that day, this was carved with a short knife by his father before he died, I couldn’t help but feel sad and said: " I also ask the master to interpret it.”