Sheng Shian

Shen wanted to go back to Huizhou, but before returning to Huizhou, he still had a secret place that he didn't go to.

Sapphire Peak.

Qingyu Peak is a place where dignitaries of all dynasties like to be buried. It has beautiful mountains and clear waters, is far away from the hustle and bustle, and there are three tribes who can speak well. Thinking about it this way, Shen still doesn't know where he was buried...

But whoever has nothing to do to ask himself where he died will feel chills down his back when he thinks about it, it's very unknown...

Now, maybe he will never enter Beijing again, so he has to see what kind of person he has lost to.

Shen Shi drove away with two altars of Xinfeng good wine.

……

Shen Shi walked to the foot of the mountain, the white mist covered the mountain peak with only one tip left, Shen Shi suddenly understood why this peak was named Qingyu, the exposed corner was like a little bit of emerald green in the white jade, as spiritual as a fairy mountain.

But the strange thing is that Shen Shi went around the mountain pass and couldn't find the intersection. It was more like encountering a ghost hitting a wall. He tore off the crimson hairband and tied it to a tree. After a while, he returned to the original point ...

It shouldn't be, this Qingyu Peak should be a place where people often worship, how can it be so hard to find...

Just when he was at a loss what to do, a man came riding on a little donkey.

Shen looked from the mist, the man's face was dull, his facial features were very shallow, he was an old friend.

"Sir lives on this mountain?" Shen was astonished.

As soon as the man saw him, he rolled up the wide sleeves of his Confucian robe, jumped off the little donkey with a "jump", sank down with the reed in his hand, and pumped it four or five times before angrily said: "It's all because of that bastard. The kid has committed too many crimes, if I don't wait for you, I will become a fairy!"

Shen was puzzled, "What do you mean, sir?"

The man stretched out a hand, "Repay the money."

"what?"

That man had a bad temper, and he immediately picked it up from Shen Shi's cuff, took out a money bag, and said in disgust, "You have been a high-ranking official for several years, why are you so poor?"

Shen was embarrassed.

He understands that fortune-telling pays attention to the repayment of cause and effect, and the husband will avert the disaster for him. If the debt is not repaid, the debt will not be settled, and sooner or later he will have to find it elsewhere.

He groped all over his body, but there seemed to be nothing he could get out of it. Suddenly, he saw the jade bone fan at his waist.

Shen Shi's eyes dimmed, and he took off the fan, "I know that my master has saved me a lot, if you don't dislike me, I will take this fan and express my gratitude...

Seeing that he even gave up this fan, the man's face became even uglier, his mask-like face turned red with anger which was rare, he pinched his fingers and tried the art of yin and yang for a long time, and spat, "In the end You still want me to go out in person, tsk..."

He turned on his donkey and disappeared into the mist.

Shen Shi raised his eyes and saw an inscription on the stele, engraved with the three characters "Qingyufeng".

……

Liu Changze was making tea in Zi'anzhai's private room, and Shun He came back from outside, "My lord, Mr. Shen has resigned and returned to his hometown, and he is in good health."

Liu Changze nodded and remained silent.

"Since you are worried, why don't you see me?"

"No need, he has already returned to Huizhou?" Liu Changze poured down a glass of snow mountain silver buds.

"I set off last night, it should be to..."

Liu Changze glanced at him.

Shun He didn't dare to say more.

Liu Changze took a sip of tea, his eyes became lighter, he couldn't help but blame him, and couldn't help but see him...

This tea is too weak.

Liu Changze poured the tea, got up and straightened his sleeves, "Let's go back to Qingyu Peak."

……

Liu Changze put three sticks of incense in front of the altar, with a pious face.

The presider said: "The benefactor has been adding lamps for three years, but he still hasn't got rid of his troubles. Why do you come back?"

"Remembering something unfinished."

"What's the matter?"

Liu Changze clasped his hands together, "Please host to see the spirit for me."

The host looked at him sympathetically, "The benefactor has not let go, so why force it."

"You can't live, you can't die, I can't lie to myself for the rest of my life..."

seven years.

How many more seven years?

Liu Changze lowered his eyes, "Light up the lights... I should let him go too..."

"Amitabha."

The host took down a Buddhist altar from the high platform, held a wooden fish and rang the bell and recited a scripture. As soon as the Sanskrit sound fell, hundreds of long candles in the temple ignited spontaneously without fire, and sandalwood incense curled up...

The abbot reached out to open the altar and took out a piece of blood-soaked yellow paper, on which was written the Taifu's birth date, "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell, benefactor please."

Liu Changze took it neither sad nor happy, and clamped the Taoist talisman with his two fingers without trembling, and then he put it in the brazier covered with talisman paper...

"donor!"

The host hurriedly grabbed his hand and pulled it out from the brazier. This man was unconscious, letting the coals scald the talisman paper into his flesh...

Liu Changze looked at the talisman in his hand that had turned into ashes, and clenched his hands tightly, but he didn't see the charcoal-black fingertips and red and swollen pustules at all.

"Thank you for hosting."

Liu Changze walked towards the back mountain. Before leaving, he always wanted to worship.

Although seven years late.

He has been in Qingyu Temple for three years, and this section of the road is very familiar to him, but for some reason, he walked to the sunset of the western mountain, but before he reached it, he felt as if his feet were filled with lead, and every step took time to spare him All strength...

He was unsteady, and stretched out his hand to support a tree. When he looked up, he saw a crimson headband tied on it...

The pupils flickered slightly.

Liu Changze felt that he had been split into two halves. He deserved nothing in his life, and the only thing he owed was...

"I don't have anything else to ask for. I ask Lord Hou to lift the cover for me, just as..."

"Just grant me one wish."

"Change it, I promise you."

"You don't leave me with a single thought..."

"I let it go."

It has to be said that Shen played a good game of chess, so that Liu Changze could see that touch of red when he dreamed back at midnight...

Shen is, is it here...

"The old spirit on the Sansheng Stone, don't talk about watching the moon and singing the wind. I am ashamed that my lover is visiting from afar, although this body will last forever..." A Confucian scholar riding a donkey, holding an exquisite jade bone fan, humming a song Familiar with the tune without being in tune.

Liu Changze suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the jade bone fan in his hand, "You... what song are you singing..."

The man's eyebrows were straight and his face was fake, "Zhuzhi Ci is a Buddhist story about rebirth and reunion..."

Liu Changze's ears were ringing, the world was turned upside down, those words, that person...

"Master Hou, look at the mountains and rivers up and down, appreciate the humanities from the left and right, look at my handwriting..."

"Why did you come here?"

"Go home..."

"Poor...poor...people I know...no night blindness...poor..."

"Did you sleep so deeply? It's really not like you."

"I'll play a tune and tell Lord Hou a secret, okay?"

Although this body is of the opposite sex, it will last forever.

Liu Changze spat out a mouthful of blood, which was splashing on the crimson hair band, like plum blossoms covering the tree...

He asked tremblingly with scarlet eyes, "Where did you get the jade bone fan..."

The one who sat on the side kicked the donkey and stretched out his hand, "Mijin asked, a hexagram in a hundred liang."

Liu Changze took out a token of Zi Anzhai and put it in his palm, "You can take it as you please."

The man carried the donkey between his arms, put on the curtain and fled away, and suddenly disappeared into the clouds, leaving only one sentence, "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, because I live in this mountain."

In this mountain.

……

The man rode a little donkey up to the Qingyu Temple, and he stopped in front of the host's dormitory, standing there for a long time.

Then he opened the door and walked in.

The book in the host's hand fell to the ground.

The host said: "Brother."

The man looked at the man in cassock in front of him through the white veil, and said, "I realized, seven years ago, Lord Hou forced you to keep Taifu Shen's soul and prevent him from entering the cycle of reincarnation. You would rather die than submit. You practiced the law privately, but you were expelled from the mountain because you violated the taboo of Buddhism. I made a bet with you at that time, do you remember?"

The host looked down.

The man went on to say, "I said that the Buddha is merciful to the common people, and he will not blame his lover."

"You lost. Master Hou has sent his soul back today. You know that changing your fate against the sky will only increase the fruit of evil."

The man chuckled, threw three copper coins from his sleeve, and turned to the table, "Enlightenment, you have always been skilled in the technique of Liuyao, and your attainments are extraordinary, you might as well take a look for yourself."

The host glanced at it, counted his fingers, and suddenly said hoarsely, "You shouldn't have leaked the secret..."

The man looked at him with dazed eyes, recalling the high spirits when he descended the mountain, what did he say at that time?

——A lover will eventually get married, if the younger brother loses, how about returning to vulgarity with me?

He suddenly stepped forward and held down the rolling beads in the host's hand, "If I shouldn't, why did you order that people in the audience not be allowed to sing bamboo branch poems..."

"Enlightenment, stop deceiving yourself and others."

The host's vision is in a trance.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will be punished by God?" The man approached two more steps, still holding a jar of old wine in his hand...

The host forbeared and said calmly, "Brothers should respect themselves in the quiet place of Buddhism."

"Seven years..." The man suddenly took off the curtain, revealing a dull and shallow face, and the host opened his eyes wide.

The host said in disbelief, "Your face..."

The host stroked his face with trembling hands, it was clearly a lifeless face...

"Xu Chen! What did you do!"

"It's my younger brother who taught me how to transfer flowers to trees, don't you know?"

……

At that time, he was young, his childhood sweetheart, he knew his nature, he would always study some Maoshan magic, and every time he needed Xu Chen to cover it up for him.

Xu Chen never understood why he was so obsessed with these treacherous techniques, while persuading him every day, while covering for him in front of the master.

Until one day, Wu Wu was so excited that he shed tears and told him that he had finally found a way to change his lifespan.

Wu Wu spread the palms of the two of them, jokingly said, "My life span is longer than yours, and I will share half of your life in the future, and we will never be separated."

Xu Chen listened in his heart.

……

Xu Chen laughed and cried, "It's been more than ten years, since Master passed away, you haven't called me by my name..."

"You gave him your life span..." The host was so angry that he grabbed Xu Chen's neckline and slammed it against the Buddha statue, "Are you crazy!"

He has been forbearing and ruthless many times, but it is just to change this person's safety!

"Enlightenment, my life is not long..." Xu Chen looked at him with lingering eyes, "You were naughty when you were young, and you always said you wanted to go down the mountain to taste the taste of wine. Senior brother brought you..."

Xu Chen put the wine on his chest, looked at him with red eyes, "If you wish, break the precept for me..."

Realizing the grief and indignation, before he could make a sound, he saw the wine rolling down from Xu Chen's body, soaking his red cassock...

……

When Shen Shifang climbed Qingyu Peak, he saw a place where Najib asked for a lottery at the entrance.

"There's a lot of smoke outside, son, let's go inside and write."

Shen went in, and there was a servant cleaning inside. He asked while writing: "In recent years, have any aristocratic families been buried here?"

The boy thought about it, "This is more than a hundred and eighty..."

Shen Shi smiled and said, "This is more popular than Lie Ling..."

"Believe it or not, since the first grand teacher was buried here, everyone has said that there is a Wenqu star here, who can bless children and grandchildren for all generations, and squeeze the broken heads..."

The corner of Shen Shi's mouth twitched, "Teacher Shen is also here?"

The boy nodded like a pounding garlic.

There was a cool breeze blowing from Shen's back...

But he seemed to think of something again, and before he had time to stroke it carefully, he heard the young man say: "Ah, my son, your letter paper is all smeared with ink..."

Shen was taken aback.

His eyes dimmed, maybe it was God's will...

He said in a low voice: "If you want to send colored paper and rulers, you know where the mountains are long and the rivers are wide..."

What's the use of writing a letter without an address...

He got up and took the letter paper, and walked towards the lampstand. When the letter paper touched the flames, the edge of the letter paper was in flames...

Suddenly a gust of wind came and blew out the fire.

Shen looked out the door——

With just one glance, tears fell.

I haven't seen that person for three years, but he is still astonished.Compared with before, he seemed to be thinner, and his brows were less sharp, but those eyes were still deep and affectionate, making one lose one's soul.

Will you hate me?

"Liu Changze, long time no see."

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