laughing soul

What was said in the letter was the same as that of Chu Yu, they were all embellished and embellished to cover up the truth, but there were still some faint clues in the few words that made him shudder.Qiu Sheng picked up the jug and drank it down, looked at the sky outside the window with red eyes, it was already ugly, now no matter what, the opportunity to go to Nan Daying should not be delayed anymore, a trip to Tianyuan Temple is like a dream.

Difficult to sit and stand, tossing and turning until Yinshi still could not sleep soundly, a little movement outside could disturb his lucid dream, knowing that this was a demonic obstacle in his mind, Qiu Sheng jumped up from the bed like a carp, and took the wall Cheng Yingjian waved out the kerosene lamp that had been burned for half the night, walked out of the small bamboo house, but rode a thousand miles of snow towards the direction of Zhanshan Temple.

Zhanshan Temple is no better than Tianyuan Temple. The old Taoist Qiu Sheng doesn't know any of them, let alone have any deep friendship.Probably because no one came to offer offerings for a long time, the scenery in the temple seemed particularly dilapidated and deserted, and it was deserted in the middle of the night, but it was exactly what Qiu Sheng wanted.He slipped over wearing the clothes of the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, but he just sat down on an old cushion under the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, took out a small handful of incense from his cuff and lightly burned it clean, silently Kowtowed three heads.

The three kowtows were over, and Qiu Sheng was about to stand up quietly, but she was keenly aware of the change in the airflow behind her, and saw an old man in green clothes combing his beard in front of him, leaning against the door frame to look at him with a slight smile.

A gust of cool wind came from nowhere outside the door, which made Qiu Sheng alert, but it wasn't this old man who alarmed him.Thinking about it, if it wasn't for the evil wind, he might not be able to notice that there is a big living person here until he turns around, and this person's martial arts must not be low.

Qiu Sheng immediately bowed in respect, bowed and said: "Master Dao, Xiaosheng came here late at night to disturb and offend you."

The whole expression of the old Taoist seemed to be hidden behind the beard, but he was smiling all the time, holding a candle lamp that was almost covered with wax tears in his left hand, and a gourd hanging on his right arm. With a sense of detachment that does not touch the fireworks of the world: "A guest comes from afar, and the old way has lost his way to welcome you. Don't be surprised." Get closer, and pass the gourd to Qiu Sheng: "A jug of newly brewed good wine, And make amends!"

Although this temple is not as solemn and solemn as Tianyuan Temple, it adds a bit of leisure and ease, which is really special.Qiu Sheng thanked him and raised his head to drink, but the sweetness was hot and a dull pain rushed into his nasal cavity, as if someone had deliberately punched the bridge of his nose hard, the pain made him unable to open his eyes for a while, almost I shed tears.

The instigator still looked at him with a smile: "Does it suit your taste?"

Qiu Sheng held back her tears, took a few deep breaths, and reluctantly said, "It's too intense."

"If it's not strong, people in the world will just say it's mediocre and not very happy. This time it's too strong, but they only know that it's too strong and painful, but they don't know the taste. This wine is really hard to make..." The old man sighed with a smile, and turned around. And facing Qiu Sheng, "Why are you here? Can you tell me a little bit about the old way?"

These words should not be easy to say, but the person in front of him only needs to look at the pair of slightly chaotic eyes calmly and indifferently for a moment, and he will naturally pour out: "For...one person. For the next few years or even a hundred years later, there is aspirations. Gentlemen can live and work in peace, ordinary people can live and work in peace and contentment, the border is safe and sound, and the government and the public are peaceful and peaceful...May those who do not die well enjoy a long life, fishing, woodcutters, farming and studying, and end this remaining life.”

Until he finished speaking, the way the old man stared at him did not change a bit.

The Taoists said, "Do not court the Son of Heaven, do not bow to the feudal lords, be a blessed land of man and heaven, and be the guardian of the Three Realms", even if they guessed Qiusheng's status as the Son of Heaven, they were still calm and composed, but treated each other with courtesy.

Qiu Sheng's words suddenly choked up at this point, and he couldn't help but raised his hand again to take a sip of wine, lowered his eyebrows and sighed softly.

"If you have a wish and a request, if it's hard to let go of your sincerity, it's better to just admit it and be sure of it. Why bother?"

"It's not impossible and fruitless, it's just that this body is bound in every way and cannot be free."

The young man's upright appearance reflected his helplessness, and he raised his eyes and grinned at the old Taoist: "I know that I have a solution but I can't fly to it. I am trapped in this prison, and others still think I am aloof. It's ridiculous!"

A candle lamp in the hands of the old Taoist was suddenly blown out by the dark wind in the darkness. He approached with the scent of saponins all over his body, and slowly pulled Qiu Sheng up in the darkness, wrapped his palms gently around Qiu Sheng's stiff arms, and did not move. He forcefully said, "What is freedom? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want?

"If it's just ruthless, you shouldn't force it anymore, let it come and go freely; if it's a loving person, why don't you worry about it this time? Love is in your heart, and you should do everything possible to come to hear the news, no, if it's not for idle things, wait for it to hold you back It’s hard to express your emotions. Instead of running thousands of miles to quarrel, it’s better to settle down and wait for you to return slowly. As the saying goes, a little farewell is worse than a newlywed...Young man..."

He seemed to have said something else after that, but they disappeared in the night wind one by one. Qiu Sheng stood in a daze for a moment and realized that his words were true. He watched the dusty ancient Buddha statue quietly for the rest of the night. At that time, he got on his horse and left to fight in the South Camp.

During the short journey, his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful. The warm lamp oil seemed to be poured on the top of his head, locking all his love, hatred and obsession in this shell, and the other end of the wick was held thousands of miles away on the other man's finger.

On the second day of May in the third year of Longming, at the junction of late spring and early summer, the northern border was at the beginning of peace, and Jiangnan opened a long battle line vigorously accompanied by the fragrance of rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Qiu Sheng just arrived at the commander-in-chief of the South Camp at the end of April. At this moment, Chu Yu rushed all the way to Tianyuan Temple without stopping. After all, he overestimated the endurance of his own blood. The problem of vomiting blood came to him again.He really couldn't make it through Nan Daying, so as a last resort, he had no choice but to start blood cleansing at Tianyuan Temple.

It has only been two days since her body has grown soft, and the little blood color that was so easy to appear on her face has disappeared without a trace after this change. Her lips are sometimes blue and sometimes pale, but there is no normal color.With such a frail body that has already lost too much blood along the way, it is simply a fantasy to be able to withstand the extremely mentally and physically exhausting healing method of blood cleansing.

Jing Ran took his pulse and took medicine for him. Chu Yu himself can be regarded as a half-expert now, and the two of them worked together to raise this broken body before performing surgery, and they didn't want to let the two do what they wanted After painstaking efforts, the red ginseng in the temple, which has been treasured for hundreds of years, has been used as medicine. Unexpectedly, there has not been much improvement.

Chu Yu's whole body was deeply buried in the soft blanket, and the lively and good young man quickly thinned into a hollow skeleton in just a few days, and the smile on his benevolent face also disappeared. He saw Seeing Chu Yu reluctantly drank two sips of the medicine in suspense, he obviously did not do any physical work, but there was a burst of violent panting for no reason.He pinched the thin layer of clothing on his chest, coughed violently, and the corners of his lips turned red.

It looked like there was not much time left.

He struggled to sit up, then stretched out his hand to help him, but was stopped by Chu Yu's bony arm, the man tilted his head and smiled at him with a pale face: "It's okay, I can't die before the time... the medicine bowl first Leave it here, you go out."

The white-haired old monk immediately understood, but he refused to leave: "You still need to cleanse the blood in such a situation? Are you not worried about being drained and turned into a mummy?"

Chu Yu raised his eyebrows with blood stains all over his mouth and said with a smile: "I have a sense of proportion, don't worry."

Rao is an eminent monk who has been cultivating his moral character for decades, seeing that this man is so brave, he couldn't restrain his anger.Jing Ran was silent for a long while without saying a word, she put the small wooden barrel beside the bed, and walked out slowly, before leaving, she did not forget to cast a spell to lock the door to prevent the excessive smell of blood from attracting some evil things.

Chu Yu propped his right arm and listened intently for a while, until he was sure that Jing Ran was indeed far away, then he let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed.

The loss of the body caused by long-term blood loss was almost unforeseen by him. Perhaps it was the backlash of the poisonous bone. He always thought that the relapse of the bone after the deboning was actually much worse than before.

Above his head was a bed curtain of white and coarse cloth. After taking a few deep breaths to suffocate his strength, he stretched out his hand and grasped the long strip of cloth hanging by the head of the bed and slowly rubbed himself up. Such a simple movement, after tossing, was already Sweating.

No matter how strong his body is, he can't stand such a consumption method, and he has no chance to drag it on.

On the table was a small knife that Jing Ran used to peel fruit on weekdays. The blade was very thin and sharp. Panting heavily, he held the knife tightly in his palm, flipped his fingers twice, and it was already on the wrist of his right wrist. A deep bone-deep wound was opened, and the slightly blackened blood imprisoned in the blood vessel found a breakthrough, immediately scrambling to flow out, congealing into a trickle, dripping into the wooden barrel with perfect precision.

This little pain was no longer a big deal to him, but the dizziness caused by blood loss mixed with the joy of dirty blood coming out of his body made him extremely at a loss.

He didn't know how long it took, only watching the blood from the broken wrist gradually turn to a transparent and clean bright red, and then he felt relieved, and sealed the acupuncture point with his trembling left hand to stop the bleeding.

The indescribable sense of joy slowly dissipated, leaving only exhausted exhaustion, Chu Yu slightly squinted his eyes and looked at the roof curtains, only to feel that the rags that were close at hand suddenly disappeared for no reason. Far and near, the scene changed so much that it made his ears tingle and his eyes dizzy.Knowing that this was the hallucination caused by injustice, Chu Yu clenched his lips and slowly closed his eyes, restraining himself gradually into a semi-conscious sleep. Even in such a situation, his heart was always tense a string.

In any case, it cannot be explained here. This kind of death in the midst of illness is definitely not his destination.

After going back and forth, he stood quietly outside the door and listened to the sound for a while, until Chu Yu's somewhat strenuous panting gradually subsided, then he took out the Soul Enlightenment Lamp from his cuff, and waited silently for a while, Seeing that although the light was so fragile that it would be extinguished when blown, it was burning with all its might and made the thin lampshade extremely hot.

The heart hanging in his throat was finally swallowed, and he was able to light the soul lamp. Presumably, the soul is still clear, and the weak body needs to be nourished and nourished. This is a later story.

Although he is very bloated, his lightness kung fu is at the level of a top expert, so he floats around without a sound, without being affected by this slow-moving body at all, he wandered to the Sutra Pavilion in the blink of an eye, facing The little novice who was sweeping the steps meticulously smiled and pulled away the layers of flesh on his face: "Disturbance."

The monk in charge of the monastery is so easy to see, the little novice suddenly felt that it was a rare good thing to be lifted out of the bed by his senior brother to sweep the floor.

The master is really a master, the fat looks so Zen-like.

The master who borrowed fat meat to understand Zen did not seem to be in the mood to discuss Buddhism with him. He just said a word out of courtesy, then squeezed sideways into the narrow door of the Sutra Pavilion, and disappeared among the vast sea of ​​ancient books and classics. figure.

Given Chu Yu's current physical condition, coming to Tianyuan Temple is obviously an unimaginable strange thing. Either he can recover from his injuries at Xu Liushan's place, or he can stay by Qiu Sheng's side for a moment, and give this over-the-top Long Live How can you go to Tianyuan Temple to listen to monks chanting scriptures for no reason when you are a mural?

The southern border was not peaceful, and Qiu Sheng once again led a personal expedition, and even ran out for a stroll at such a critical juncture. Only urgent matters could attract him to Tianyuan Temple.

Jing Ran thought she knew Chu He quite well, although she couldn't figure out how the Pavilion Master Cui Wei, who had always been slandered as a ghost, got together with Qiu Sheng. Apart from that, there were other things about Chu He, He is still confident that he can list them like a few treasures.

The poisonous bones have been removed, Cui Wei is well, and Dayue is slowly recovering step by step. In this way, there is only one thing that affects his heart.

Chu Quan made things difficult for him again.

A long time ago, Chu Yu came here to complain that Chu Yu was elusive and didn't play cards according to the routine. He only thought that this person was used to worrying for many years, and now he left the root cause of the disease, so he didn't take it to heart.

At present, it seems that Chu Quan may have adopted some unknown paradoxical means, so that the wisp of green smoke, which was originally fleeting with the wind, can survive without any damage from the body.

The Sutra Pavilion is full of old and illegible ancient manuscripts. The books that the disciples in the temple read every day are placed in various cabinets. Usually, if there is no special important business, no one goes in and out of this place, so the books The ground is covered with old dust, and when touched, it will be covered with head and face, and it is in a mess.

After facing the irresistible angry attack from these long-forgotten ancient books, it was useless to hold his breath, and turned his head and sneezed.

He suddenly thought in his heart: Maybe that ghost gave up sincerely?

As soon as this idea came up, it was rejected in an instant.Three or four hundred years of obsession, even though he lived his duty beyond imagination, he was able to find out a little bit of the deep-seated and crazy sorrow and hatred from it. How can it be wiped out in just a few short years?

I kept hatred in my heart for too long, and in the end I simply forgot the original intention. At first I thought that hatred was just a process of relying on it, but when things came to an end, I felt that it was the end.

Just as he firmly believed that Chu Yu would not die here and now, it is impossible for Chu Yu to die willingly now.

He sniffed, and slowly rummaged through the stack of books that had just been knocked over.

There must be a record in the ancient books about the ghost living away from the body in the previous life. He just hoped to find it as soon as possible, so as not to miss Chu Yu again.

There are as many ancient books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion as there are cow lice. Regardless of the huge difficulty that this astonishing number brings to the search for information, those ancient oracle bone cuneiform inscriptions are enough for Jing Ran to calm down and think about it. In the past month, except for going into the house three or two times to see if the situation on the other side of Chu Yu has improved, he squatted in the scripture pavilion all day and night, and didn't even bother to move the place, and he just absent-mindedly took a few bites during the vegetarian meal. It's just a good opportunity to lose a few taels of fat.

As for Chu Yu, who almost drained all the blood with his own hands, he has been lying on the bed and pretending to be a corpse since that day after cleaning up the dirty blood.At the beginning, I wished I could only vent my breath but not breathe in it. It was not until later that the situation gradually turned uphill. The spirit of hanging up with the red ginseng tonic soup finally played a vital role, and finally seemed to be a sleepy god, not black and white.

He threw the dead body on the bed like an old man, no matter what day or night, he lives on a few bowls of medicinal soup and rice porridge every day, even in a drowsy state, he still remembers that there seems to be a promise to be made, but he has more energy than energy .It is true that the mind defeated Lord Yama, but no matter what, he could not defeat his own body. His body, which has bled so much back and forth and endured so much pain, is the old bastard who has eaten the weight and made up his mind to beat him to death. Nor let this person wake up easily from his lethargy.

It was two months, but it has been half a year in a hurry. The sloppy and white-mouthed Chu Yu made a random promise. Although he didn't completely deceive Qiu Sheng, it really played a role in temporarily stabilizing the mood of Long Live Lord.

The disadvantages of this tactic of looking at the head and ignoring the body are as obvious as the advantages. The ending is that the worried Long Live Lord lost his mind in the first battle, and he was stabbed in the abdomen by a Nanman soldier, and he was given a stick to eat liquid food. A doctor's order to drink vegetable soup.The two are separated by thousands of miles, but it seems that there is a "twinkle in heart", and both of them lived a life of a monk with a clean heart and asceticism against their own wishes.

As expected by Qiu Sheng and the others, Nanban shaman Chuanmu was an extremely difficult opponent a few years ago. The strength of the Jiangnan pro-army is slightly weak.Qiu Sheng and Han Jianhua had a long talk all night long to decide on tactics. Seeing that there was no wind or waves on the coastal line, they transferred Fang Jiu and Lu Chong, the former commander of the South Camp Fire Army, from the navy to plan and arrange for a long time, determined to find an opportunity Ambushes at night.

Several people gathered in the tent to finalize the marching route and preliminary battle plan. In the dim light of dusk, Han Jianhua looked up at Qiu Sheng: "Zizhan, are you okay with leading the fire army? If you don't feel well, there will be a way for you."

Han Jianhua watched the enemy stab through the gaps in the armor. The barbarian was steady and accurate. Even if he stabbed through, he almost doubted that if there was no cover from the light armor, Qiu Sheng's belly would be full. The intestines will flow all over the place on the spot.

"It's almost fine, there's no need to make a fuss about this little injury," Qiu Sheng slapped his lower abdomen to prove that his words were true, and then turned to meet Han Jianhua's staring gaze, knowing in his heart, "It was a small accident last time, Not in the future."

Half a year later, Chu Yu didn't give him any news. No matter how determined he is, he can't help but think wildly. Every moment, he can imagine a new way of death for Chu Yu, who can't see people alive or dead, saying Maybe it's not a big deal at all, but he scared himself to death first.

"Huo Jun is familiar with you, and Lu Chong will be your lieutenant general. Fang Jiu will follow me. As for the soldiers he brought, he will follow the battle slowly," Han Jianhua said, "Tomorrow night, we will attack the enemy at night."