Sheng Shian

Shen Shikong searched in the building until he came out of Liuli Terrace. He stood on the fork beside the Jing River, and then he laughed at himself. Liu Changze left only after he had nothing to do. Why was he nervous...

Then he walked to the direction Yu Shuyuan pointed.

The moon is like gold, and the lights are luxuriant.

The pavilions of Dialanhua Building in the capital are covered with intricate nets, with all kinds of colored lights, streamers, and wooden signs tied to them. Hawkers on both sides wear masks and shout, a row of lanterns, guessing charades, and selling candy. The painting stalls stretched infinitely deep, until they crossed the Qingshi bridge over the Jinghe River before being blocked from sight, and at both ends were mostly talented scholars and beauties who met to meet, and the romantic affairs were busy.

Shen was almost being pushed away in such a grotesque city of lights. He looked around curiously, his pupils were like the curtain of a shadow puppet show, performing the joy of the world like a horse watching flowers.

Dazzling.

Shen Shi swayed, leaned on the stall beside him with one hand, and stabilized himself.

The aftermath of Po Mingyin is really a bit big.

Shen focused his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was a long bamboo pole with four red lanterns hanging on it, and the words "magic tricks and clever calculations" were written in flying and flying phoenixes, and then there was the sound of the huqin with a strange melody, like some kind of ancient sacrificial music, Shen Shen But he felt that his headache was much better, and he was quite concentrated. He looked at the stall owner in surprise.

In the world of rites and music, it is rare that he does not know the rhythm.

This man is extraordinary.

Shen Shi asked, "Sir, fortune-telling?"

The stall owner didn't look down on Shen Shi, and just played the huqin by himself. His face was dull, his facial features were very shallow, and he looked like a poor man.

But his ten fingers are strong, and he plucks the strings and shakes his heart. His whole body is like a deep pool, quiet and solemn, like an old tree that has gone through a hundred years of wind and frost.

Such a person, not to mention his amazing appearance, at least he is full of energy, and he will never have the haggard appearance of this hanged ghost.

It is extremely inconsistent...

Especially with this Confucian scarf and long robe, he doesn't look like a fortune teller, but rather a scholar who is dying of illness.

The stall owner's hand trembled suddenly, making an indistinguishable noise, he narrowed his eyes and said, "One hexagram for one hundred silver."

The young woman who was in high spirits at the side heard this and said in surprise: "You must be crazy about money."

Some people also said: "The costumes are not right, and they are still cheating the world like others."

Then I went to the fortune-telling stall next door.

Shen Shi glanced curiously. The owner of the stall next door was an old man in Taoist robes with white eyebrows. There were two long flags on the stall. On the left was written "Heir of Taiyi, divination and fortune-telling" and on the right was "Guiding the maze, no money will be taken".

On the other hand, he was full of gimmicks, and there was already a long queue.

Shen Shi thought to himself, there is no such thing as a pie in the sky, it is just a lie first.

Shen Shi walked up to the Confucian stall owner, who didn't move at all, as if there was nothing more interesting than the huqin in his hand.

Shen Shi took out a money bag from his sleeve, which contained a few ingots of gold, which happened to be a hundred silver in conversion, Shen Shi put it on the table full of talisman papers, and said earnestly: "Please, sir, do the fortune telling for me. "

The stall owner stopped pulling the string, looked him up with one eyelid and said, "Dead people don't count."

Then he took the sandalwood bow and pulled it up again.

"Dead?" Shen Shi suddenly opened his eyes wide and asked, "What do you know, Mister!"

The stall owner didn't pull twice, suddenly frowned, and looked up at Shen Shi again: "No...you're not a ghost..."

The stall owner jumped up, pulled Shen Shi's hand across the wooden table, looked at his veins, pinched his fingers and counted twice, and suddenly realized: "Worry is born of love, and obsession is born of desire. Karma is not paid. , endless rounds of reincarnation.”

Shen thought that he could finally figure out these ghosts and gods today, and asked pleasantly: "I know the evil debt, if it is paid, will the reincarnation end?"

"You don't know." The stall owner said.

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

"The secret must not be revealed." The stall owner found a triangular yellow talisman paper on the table, handed it to Shen Shi, then took his purse, smiled and said, "Safe talisman, 100 taels."

Shen has never seen such a domineering style, he was stunned for a while: "Sir, don't you count?"

"It can't be counted." The stall owner picked up his huqin confidently, turned the wooden bow in his right hand and said, "I would like to advise you, all appearances are false. You have been reborn from Nirvana, why not take it for granted. Let nature take its course."

"What does it mean to let nature take its course?" Shen Shi held the peace talisman in his hand, puzzled.

Tell him not to interfere with Chao Gang?How could he sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, watching Liu Changze ignite and commit suicide.

"Abandon the five senses, follow the heart, and don't be bound by the past."

The stall owner closed his eyes, drew his bow, and immersed himself in the sound of his piano, but this time it was not a special ritual music, but a sad and melancholy lovesickness.

Shen couldn't figure it out.

He glanced at the bustling Long Street, pedestrians lined up side by side, and the family members who watched the lanterns held the child in Zongjiao high above the crowd, letting her see a better and brighter distance.

This heart is the affection of family members, and this affection is the heart of ministers and workers.

Shen Shi smiled, feeling that he was bothering others, no matter what the fortune teller said, his path had already been set.

Scholars of my generation have sharpened their swords for ten years, and border guards and soldiers rest their knives in frost and snow. They just use their hands to guard the prosperous Chang'an, so that thousands of people can look up and look at the more distant starry sky.

"Thank you sir for reminding me." Shen Shi no longer asked about himself, but said politely: "I'm sorry, I haven't asked the name of sir."

The stall owner replied absently: "We meet by chance, why bother to talk about names."

Shen Shi bowed his head, bid farewell to the stall owner, and followed the flow of people.

At the end of the song, the stall owner opened his eyes and looked at the highest attic in Dengshi.

Shen Shi put the yellow talisman into his sleeve, and suddenly touched a piece of clothing, it was indeed the popular fox style nowadays, Shen Shi brought it on as he went into the country.

But Shen didn't know that it's popular nowadays that people wear animal masks, women wear men's clothes, most of the people wearing fox masks are women, and most of the men wear the mask of King Lanling. The acrobatics made a fuss together, throwing torches and beating drums.

……

In the highest pavilion, Liu Changze is wearing a hideous half mask of King Lanling, which contrasts sharply with the handsome face that is carved like a knife.But those eyes are as deep as ink, and you dare not look directly at them.

A Liang was reading a secret report by his side, "When the Ministry of Industry came to Luojiang to start construction, it was reported that there were Japanese pirates making trouble. Hearing that the holy master didn't go to the family banquet, he ordered General Xiao, who was stationed closest to the pass, to suppress it. Ministers are being summoned to discuss matters in the Imperial Study Room."

Liu Changze held a carved lacquer Panasonic Gaoshi pen, licked the emblem ink that had been smoked with agarwood, and wrote the words "Ziqing's kiss" on the envelope.

"The flood has not yet started, and the Japanese pirates can't take advantage of their water nature. How can they really attack? It's just a sinister trick that Liu Yuanxuan and those old guys came up with to invite meritorious deeds and rewards."

Liu Changze folded the lovesickness written on the ivy paper and put it in the envelope.

A Liang took the candlestick and put it in front of Liu Changze. Liu Changze lit the letter. The fire grew stronger and burned to Liu Changze's hand, but he didn't let go. The paper was put in the box that A Liang handed over.

A Liang saw that he was able to discuss political affairs while worshiping the Tai Tuo at the same time, so he thought that he had let go a lot, and persuaded him carefully: "It's been three years... If Lord Hou hasn't visited the elder, I'm afraid there will be something wrong. In the name of filial piety, in fact, the Grand Tutor was also unable to recover back then, if he could choose, he also hoped..."

"Shut up!" Liu Changze gave him a sharp look, "If you say that again, I won't miss my old relationship."

Ah Liang was so frightened that he immediately knelt down. Master Hou had a bad temper, but he had never been really angry with him. He knew the reason why. Dare."

Someone outside the corridor knocked twice in a hurry, but they didn't dare to make a sound to break in.

Seeing that his cheeks were covered with red fingerprints, Liu Changze waved him back and said, "Come in."

Ah Liang leaned against the shadow behind him, knowing that Master Hou was protecting his face.

When the boy came in, he knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Shen has lost you."

Liu Changze crossed his arms and asked: "A scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, can you follow him?"

The servant said in a trembling voice: "Master Shen wears a fox mask similar to the street, and he is also plainly dressed. Once the crowd is crowded..."

"Idiot!" Liu Changze kicked him away, not listening to his nonsense, and looked directly at the raised window sill.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, patrolling the crowd.

A Liang also followed in a hurry. It's hard to say, the after-effects caused by Po Ming vary from person to person, and some people who didn't adapt suddenly fainted. He pushed open a window and searched around.

But although the torches were everywhere underneath, it was like daytime, but it was late at night after all, and at first glance there was only a black patch of head, and the color of the clothes was obscured by the orange light.

Ah Liang thought, this is Hou Ye's conspicuously dressed and majestic walking, he can't find it, let alone Shen Shaoqing who is so gentle and quiet, it's like a drop of water falling into the lake.

Liu Changze's eyes fell on the crowd on the third and outer floors of the "Nuo Opera Spitfire" performance. There was a passerby with a blurred back who was pulled at the corner of his clothes by a child who was only up to his knees. He bent down and hugged the child Get up and let him see a breathing dragon.

Liu Changze went downstairs and walked swiftly all the way. He was awe-inspiring, and those around him slightly avoided him as if they had sensed it. In the crowded streets, he walked without hindrance.

When he arrived at the Nuo Opera, the figure from behind was nowhere to be found.

Liu Changze looked at the surrounding scenes thoughtfully. The streets and alleys were full of people, the front was a noisy theater, and the back was a vulgar lantern charade booth, which made people feel cramped. He thought for a while, Shen Head uncomfortable, where can I go.

……

Shen Shi had just raised the little one, his raised hands were sore, his ears were ringing from the sound of gongs and drums, and after watching a section of the wizard's practice, he sent the little one back to his sister, like Jinghe, who is less crowded and quieter. Come along the bridge.

What he said to Ah Liang before was not completely false. Watching people release river lanterns is a very enjoyable thing. It is very quiet and pious. The festive atmosphere shrouded in this festival will not be mostly suffering like the temples say.

Lovers want to be united forever, girls want a happy marriage, literati want to get married and become an official, military generals want peace of home and country, have ambitions, love for children, and warmth and harmony.

This river is swaying and floating with lights, and what is written is the most peaceful Daqi.

"My lord, after looking at it for a long time, why don't you put one in?" the little boy asked while holding a rattan basket full of lotus lanterns.

Shen Shi was penniless, so he could only shake his head.

The little boy was very considerate, picked up a lamp and put it in Shen Shi's hand, saying: "It's late at night, it's useless if these lamps can't be sold, why don't you give them to someone who is destined."