Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Broken eaves and walls, the dusk is heavy, and crows land on the dry branches.

The original tall Chinese watch disappeared, leaving only a lonely base, the flat square stone was pried to pieces, and there were mud pits filled with water everywhere.

The wildly overgrown weeds were as high as half a person, and there were broken stone sculptures lying in the grass. These were the stone sculptures that originally stood on the left and right sides of the Shinto in front of the mausoleum.Among them, the stone elephant was broken in half, the stone lion lost its head, and those exquisite carvings were still clear.

Because it was originally built as the emperor's mausoleum, it is very large in scale.

Except for the Minglou and Stone Archway, which symbolize the status, the outer periphery has not yet been built, and everything else that should be there is already there.

But now it was such a desolate scene, Mo Li pursed his lips, unable to speak for a long time.

——It has only been 16 years since the fall of the Chu Dynasty, so why is this place so deserted?

It was unavoidable that no one would use the pier before, but the result became more and more wrong as it went. Judging from the remaining stone carvings and traces on the stone slabs, it was clear that someone had intentionally damaged it.

The stone carvings placed on both sides of the Shinto are very heavy, and the base is also very strong. It will not be a problem after hundreds of years of wind and rain. If someone hadn't deliberately pulled them down with ropes, they would never have become as fragmented as they are now.

Lu Min's back felt cold and his forehead was sweating.

Although he didn't know what happened here, but his intuition was that it was related to the change of dynasty. Lu Min stiffened his neck and dared not look at Meng Qi's expression at all.

The road was bumpy and the carriage could no longer move forward.

Mr. Jin Shui came back to his senses, looking at the desolate scene around him, his heart tightened suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Jin Shui raised his head and looked around in disbelief.

The Zhuhou Temple is very famous and often appears in teahouse story books. This is the burial place of Zhu Yan and Zhu Yunming, a famous scholar in the late Chen Dynasty.Counting 300 years ahead, maybe hundreds of years in the future, there is only one Zhu Yan who is so shockingly talented and scolding Fang Qiu.

Zhu Yan was rarely famous for his talent, and his name was known all over the world when he was crowned.

There are 72 Ci Fu handed down from generation to generation, and there are six volumes of annotations on classics and history, two of which are both Art of War.He is a great Confucian who knows the truth through learning, he is a gentleman in white clothes who is extremely talented, he writes with the help of gods, and he speaks with his heart.If he hadn't been born in the chaotic world at the end of the Chen Dynasty, with his academic ability, he would extend a new school of learning that would not only influence a generation, but also influence future generations. It's a pity that Zhu Yan didn't have this opportunity, and he died too early.

Zhu Yan died of illness at the age of 36. Before that, he had been planning the world for Li Yuanze for a full ten years.

If it wasn't for his poor health, and he couldn't travel around with the army, Chen Chaode probably died a few years earlier.

Such a legendary figure, apart from Chu Chen's identity, also has a high prestige among the people.Mr. Jin Shui originally thought that he would see a place where literati and poets rushed to visit and write poems to praise the ancient times, but it turned out to be such a dilapidated scene.

"Shouldn't be..."

Mr. Jin Shui muttered to himself.

The ink carp happened to be thinking too, it shouldn't be like this.

Qi Emperor Lu Zhang had a very good face, and it stands to reason that he would not let people tear down this unformed mausoleum and deliberately destroy Zhuhou Temple.

On the contrary, in order to prove the cold-blooded and injustice of the Li family in the Chu Dynasty, Lu Zhang would link Li Yuanze's repentance of the mausoleum he had set up in his early years with his long-standing intention of mutilating heroes, and then publicized it, and then ordered people to repair the cemetery hypocritically. Leyang Hou's relatives and fellow clansmen should have done their best to save face.

Mo Li was puzzled and couldn't help looking at Meng Qi.

—he shouldn't have done it.

After all, to others, this place is just a desolate and ruined place, but to Meng Qi, it symbolizes a past, and his friends are still buried here.

Something happened to my friend's grave, and it was demolished beyond recognition. Anyone would be angry.

Contrary to Mo Li's expectation, Meng Qi looked very calm, showing no signs of anger at all.

"What happened here?" Mo Li decided to ask directly.

"...It's the theory of Feng Shui."

Meng Qi half-closed his eyes, his expression was cold and serious, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Many years ago, someone referred to Qingjiang as a dragon, saying that this is a hidden dragon's lair that is fake and in fact evil, and there are blue dragons coveting outside, no matter how prosperous the luck It's also a touch and go away. Adding to the cloud... Leyang Hou's relatives withered, most of them died in the rebellion, and most of the survivors were mediocre, so the rumors intensified."

"Wait, why haven't I heard of this rumor?" Mr. Jin Shui asked subconsciously.

"This rumor started 40 years ago..."

Before Meng Qi could finish his sentence, Mr. Jin Shui felt hot on his face.

Meng Qi didn't give him a second look, and continued: "And the rumors were released by someone with a heart, and they mainly spread in the inner city of Taijing. If the purpose is achieved, it will be stopped."

The purpose, of course, is to prevent the royal mausoleum of the Chu Dynasty from being established here.

Mo Li understood, and asked instead: "Is it Li Yuanze?"

Meng Qi shook his head slowly, and said after a long time, "I don't know."

This answer obviously surprised Dr. Mo. With Meng Qi's ability and the fact that he can turn into a gerbil to scout around for news at night, if he is determined to find out the source of the rumor, he should be able to catch it easily.

Blowing water in front of Longmai, disrupting the planned burials of important ministers of the Chu Dynasty, and wantonly spreading rumors in Taijing...all of them can make Meng Guoshi angry, let alone adding them all together?

"……It's them?"

Mo Li's voice was so soft that Lu Min, who was the closest, barely heard it.

Meng Qi was silent for a while, then repeated again: "I don't know."

——I don’t know, because there are too many people contributing to the flames.

——I don’t know, because everyone has their own thoughts.

When I was young, I made meritorious deeds and wanted to help the world. I felt that burial in one place after death would fulfill my friendship, but when I got older, I had other plans.Not only because some people wanted to return the fallen leaves to their hometowns for burial, but also because it cost too much money to build this huge tomb.

There was indeed friendship in life, but at that time Marquis Leyang had died for more than ten years, and he had no descendants, so the relationship gradually faded away, so what's the matter if we have no relatives and no reason to be buried together?

Some people think that the tombs after death are not up to the standards of the princes, and they don't care about the outer tombs. Although other people have prominent status and achievements, they only have high official positions. It is definitely more respected Leyanghou.They are all dead, so why bother to be pointed at and compared with each other?

Even those who guessed the thoughts of Emperor Chu and Yuan knew that the emperor had the intention of repenting, and decided to agree after weighing the pros and cons.In any case, the emperor is the emperor after all, why bother with the emperor on such dispensable things?

Meng Qi can express his position on anything, but he can't on this matter.

He will not die, and the tomb prepared for him is doomed to be empty.

Everyone was thinking about what happened next, and Meng Qi could refute these thoughts, but he didn't have the confidence.

Even if no one knows the secret, this kind of sadness can't go away.

Establishing a new dynasty, governing the world and saving the people, after decades of working together like one, Meng Qi suddenly realized that the veins of dragons and people are different after all. put one's oar in.

In the end, he was defeated and stopped investigating.

The things after death are not as important as the things in front of you. Since most people disagree, in order to maintain the government and prevent the monarch and his ministers from alienating their colleagues, let’s not bury them if they are not buried!

People can't choose how they are born in the world, can't they also choose where they will sleep forever?

So this "little disturbance" quickly dissipated, as if it had never happened before, the Chu Dynasty was still thriving, and soon ushered in a prosperous and peaceful world.

"Oh, Feng Shui... Actually, it's not the theory of Feng Shui to fool people, it depends on what people think in their hearts. No matter how absurd a nonsense is, as long as it reaches the heart of others, the nonsense will become the truth."

As soon as Lu Min finished speaking, he found that everyone was staring at him. He immediately shrank his neck and asked fearfully, "Did I say something wrong just now?"

"Yes."

Meng Qi stared at him for a while, then looked away.

Lu Min wiped his sweat, and Mr. Jinshui felt more and more weird beside him. In his opinion, Meng Qi only talked about Fengshui, and then Mo Li asked if the rumor was released by Emperor Chu Yuan, and Meng Qi said no. Know.

Of course I don’t know. How can we explain clearly what happened 40 years ago?Just as Mr. Jin Shui was thinking this, Mo Li suddenly said a few more words, his voice was too low for Mr. Jin Shui to hear clearly, but he heard Meng Qi's answer.

It's still three words, I don't know.

So presumably, could the doctor propose a suspect's name?

Looking at the expressions and postures of the two, and the tone of the conversation, it seemed that Meng Qi had witnessed the accident with his own eyes, and Mo Li also believed in this, but Meng Qi said that he didn't know, but his expressions didn't seem to be the case at all. I know!

I know the inside story, but I can't say——

Mr. Jin Shui shivered, and suddenly came to his senses, thinking that something was wrong with him. How did such absurd idea come up?Those who know the past must be in their sixties at least. Although the origin of these two people is a mystery, their age is real.

No, wait.

It suddenly occurred to Mr. Jin Shui that when they called their aliases in public, they specifically explained that what they said could only be heard by specific people.This is the secret method often mentioned by storytellers, and it is the ability of only those with superb martial arts.

But the problem is that it is said that if you practice martial arts to the extreme, you will have a childlike face, or you will not change your face.

Mr. Jin Shui's complexion changed, he didn't know whether he should ask the "superior" to expose the fraud case in the capital right now.

At this time, Lu Min jumped out of the carriage and was about to push the carriage through the ravine.

In fact, where there was no need for his effort, Mo Li directly pushed the person aside, and when everyone got out of the car, he and Meng Qi easily carried the car over.

Lu Min led the two horses and stood there stupidly. He rubbed his eyes, and then he was sure that the carriage was several feet away.

In the blink of an eye again, more than ten feet.

Mr. Jin Shui: "..."

The scholar's heart sank suddenly, and all the messy guesses can be avoided now, he is the legendary martial arts master who flies into the sky and escapes from the ground.

"I thought that the sayings of martial arts masters were all made up." Mr. Jin Shui said weakly. He thought that people like thugs and nurses were from the rivers and lakes who knew martial arts, or they had great strength. Previously, Meng Qi lifted the car with one hand. He got up and easily knocked down Mr. Zha and his group, but he thought it was a skillful hand that was too fast.

Taijing people have seen juggling from all over the world, and all kinds of ingenious tricks, such as breathing fire from the mouth, spitting out swords, conjuring a basket of peaches out of thin air, turning a pot of water into a pot of blood, drying white cloth on the fire There are handwriting and so on, there are tricks in it.Therefore, the people of Taijing are not as easy to fool as the country people. When they see a Taoist priest pretending to be a ghost, they are regarded as a heavenly man, but correspondingly, they are not so easy to react when they encounter a real master.

"Didn't you already know it on the pier?" Lu Min replied blankly.

"No, I thought that martial arts masters are... very good at fighting..."

Mr. Jin Shui thought, not counting floating several feet away in the blink of an eye!In front of this dilapidated mausoleum in the wilderness, someone he didn't know would open his mouth and scream that there is a ghost.

Lu Min was still at a loss, and said puzzledly: "That's right, martial arts masters are very good at fighting. It's no problem to use one as a hundred or one as a thousand." He can also break into the imperial city and beat the emperor into a pig's head!

Mr. Jin Shui was tongue-tied, staring at his eyes and said: "Can't you kill someone with a sword, and take the head from a hundred miles away?"

"Are you talking about Ben?" Lu Min was shocked.

Mr. Jin Shui breathed a sigh of relief, but it's okay, there's no such thing as a ranger in this world who can become three inches tall, fly into the sky, hide from the ground, and kill with a sword.

——In fact, three inches is not enough, five inches is still acceptable, and a newborn baby is about four to five inches.As for flying to the sky and escaping from the ground, the body of the dragon vein is transformed by spiritual energy, and it is not difficult to transform the consciousness into a dragon and wander around casually. Only Yujian kills people a little more mysteriously, and the dragon can fly by itself without a sword.

Is it true that a dragon flies on a sword?

That sword must be as big as a door panel!

Fortunately, Mr. Jin Shui only thought about it in his heart and didn't say it out of his mouth, which also saved Mo Carp, who has sharp eyes and eyes, from embarrassment.

Meng Qi was immersed in the memories of the past and did not pay attention to the situation behind him.

"...After the death of Emperor Chu Yuan, Emperor Ling of Chu succeeded to the throne. He seemed to have no doubts about the theory of geomantic omen, so in the last few years of the Chu Dynasty, this place was neglected. After the fall of the Chu Dynasty, the theory of ominous geomantic omen rose again. Lu Zhang heard the rumors here when he was a minister of Chu, fearing that it would continue to hinder the luck of Taijing, so he ordered to bring down all the stone sculptures around the Shinto."

Meng Qi's tone was full of sarcasm, and he said with a weary look, "But he was afraid that Marquis Leyang would be too famous among the people, so he dared to secretly send people to do things at night. Although the Zhuhou Temple is still barely intact, the surrounding This area has changed beyond recognition, and I haven't been here for many years."

Mo Li's heart moved, he felt that Meng Qi was just sighing, and had no intention of mourning, so he couldn't help asking: "The inner and outer coffins of Marquis Zhu are actually not here anymore?"

Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, then took Mo Li's hand and said with a smile: "The doctor knows me."

"But watch your words, brother Meng has no intention of hiding it, I can see a thing or two." Mo Li looked down at the hand being held, and found that someone had grasped it very skillfully, his fingers were wrapped in it, and he could hardly move.

"When was Zhuhou's coffin removed?"

"Very early, 40 years ago, as soon as the other appointment in the imperial mausoleum happened, I... found a deep valley in Shangyun Mountain."

Meng Qi stopped, after all, running late at night to dig the grave of an old friend who had been buried for many years, and carrying the coffin to hide it, was a shocking event in the eyes of the world.

Fortunately, Longmai has the same idea.

Mo Li knows that there are no ghosts in this world, and that death is a dry bone, and the coffin has not been opened, so there is no such thing as disturbing the dead.

"It's too early for you to plan for a rainy day." Mo Li pondered. If he had experienced such a thing himself, he probably couldn't have foreseen the current scene, but Meng Qi had prepared so early, which really made him admire.

Sure enough, when it comes to joining the world and people's hearts, Taijing Longmai is even better.

Meng Qi hesitated to speak over there, he saw what Mo Li was thinking, and logically he could admit it smoothly, but he was afraid that Mo Li would have a misunderstanding after he regained his composure.

"Doctor, Marquis Leyang and I are just old friends and comrades."

Mo Li nodded inexplicably, otherwise?

"...So I didn't just want to steal his coffin and hide it in Shangyun Mountain."

Meng Qi supported his forehead and explained with difficulty, "When I checked the rumors that day, I was angry and annoyed. In the end, Deng Shusheng came to persuade me, saying that it is a good thing not to build this huge mausoleum group. There is no power in this world that lasts forever, and one day there will be a change of dynasty and the world will be in chaos, and everyone will be buried in one place, and there will be many funeral objects, isn't it bad luck?"

In all dynasties, there was a lack of military funds to dig ancient tombs, and the emperor's tomb was not immune. Unless it is like Emperor Chen Li, people can't figure out where the tomb is. Organs don't work either.

Meng Qi said with emotion: "Although I know this truth, I am still very annoyed that Deng Shusheng said these words directly."

At the time when the Chu Dynasty was flourishing, not to mention the emperor, which of the founding heroes didn't want the Chu Dynasty to last forever and the people live and work in peace and contentment?Suddenly someone came and said that the world will be in chaos in the future, and everyone's coffins will not be able to keep their bones, and they will be trampled into slag, that is, Meng Guoshi will not die and still be a little rational, and others will fight with Prime Minister Deng long ago.

"So after you got angry, the more you thought about it, the more reasonable it became, so you went to dig the grave?" Mo Li felt that he would probably do the same.

"Yes." Meng Qi replied weakly without confidence, "Deng Shusheng means that if everyone is buried together, it will be very eye-catching. If there is only Leyang Hou alone, with his prestige among the people, maybe he will still be incensed. Heyday. Deng Shusheng is a scholar. He thinks that people in the world respect Zhu Yan. I don’t think so. At most, scholars respect Zhu Yan. Those who study are not people in the world. It was Li Yuanze. Although Zhu Yan was granted the posthumous title of Marquis of Leyang, his burial was equivalent to a county king. The funeral was grand and the entire capital knew about it, and the history books would not be erased. Maybe someone would have a wrong idea ..."

"Well, you are right." Mo Li nodded.

Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said in a low voice: "I only took the coffin away, only this time, as for the others...they were buried in a hurry back then, and most of them were transported back to their hometown. I won't be angered by the later emperors of the Chu Dynasty because of the theory of Feng Shui, so I didn't bother."

Mo Li realized belatedly, because Meng Qi only took away Zhu Yan's coffin, afraid that he might misunderstand?

After all, they are dragon veins, and the mountain is their shape. It is impossible for others to bury coffins in the mountains, but it is outrageous to secretly dig coffins and return.

However, this cannot be said.

Mr. Qin said that a virtuous person deserves the respect of the world no matter whether he lives or dies.

So Mo Li tacitly skipped over this matter, not to mention that he hadn't thought of it at all before, but now that he understood, he felt that it was rude to Leyang Hou to mention a word bluntly.

"That's why, let's go then."

Mo Li originally wanted to propose going to Zhuhou Temple and let Meng Qi go to pay homage to the deceased, but now it seems unnecessary.

Only then did Lu Min walk over leading the two horses.

Mr. Jinshui accidentally stepped on a mud puddle on the way, and his sprained foot was newly injured. In addition to the previous falls on the boat, he couldn't stand up at all.

Mo Li heard the sound and went to get a diagnosis and treatment. At this moment, intermittent mournful wailing came from the depths of the dilapidated and deep abandoned mausoleum.

Cry like a ghost.

Everyone looked at each other, and Mr. Jin Shui corrected silently in his heart. It was the standard ghost cry, just like the one on the stage, so fake.