Tread thousands of dust

Hua Qianzi went back and forth in the temple, and saw nothing unusual on the left and right.

When they arrived at the inner hall where Li Buddha placed his items, the guards saw that he was holding a token and did not dare to pester him, so they let him in for inspection.

I remember that before Mo Fengyi separated from him, he said, "If there are really people from Hanna, disturbing the Thunder Moon Festival is an opportunity they will never let go."

And if Xun Can came to inspect in person, he would definitely startle the snake, and no one would pay attention to the appearance of Hua Qianzi, an unknown outsider.

The light in the inner hall was much darker than the outside. Hua Qianzi walked in quietly without making a sound. The inside of the hall was very quiet, which was in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Again, but nothing.

He suddenly heard someone talking outside, and he didn't want to be noticed, so he glanced around, but there was no barrier for him to hide, so in desperation, he had no choice but to turn over the beam in three steps and hide himself.

The door of the palace opened, and a woman in red was followed by two maids. She was instructing the other two: "The princess has finished worshiping the Buddha, and now I just need to accept the abbot's picking words. You go and get the picking silk silk that was prepared for the princess. They are arranged according to rank, so don't take them by mistake, and don't rummage."

The woman in red is Nihong, and the two maids rushed in to find the item.

Hua Qianzi felt a little relieved for some reason.

When the two were looking for something good, Ni Hong suddenly said to them: "Take it back to the princess first, I will come later."

After they went out of the hall and closed the door, Nihong turned around and shouted to the empty hall: "Come out, people on the beam, don't hide."

Hua Qianzi turned over neatly and got off the beam, and landed firmly without making a sound. Ni Hong was startled: "Why are you?"

Hua Qianzi came to her, and after a bow, Ni Hong asked again: "Aren't you... the son of the country?"

He nodded and asked, "How did you find me?"

Nihong smiled and said, "Your white body is so eye-catching, as long as you show a little bit, it will reflect the light."

Hua Qianzi understood, the corners of his lips curled up, and Ni Hong asked vigilantly: "You haven't answered my question yet, you can tell from this clothes that you are neither a guest nor a guard, how did you get in?"

He didn't answer, but instead asked: "Miss Nihong, don't you worry that I'm a thief? Will I kill you and escape?"

Ni Hong was taken aback, frightened by him, and stammered: "This... is guarded everywhere, you...don't you?"

Seeing that she was nervous, Hua Qianzi unfolded his folding fan and said with a smile: "Of course not, I came with my son, and he sent me to guard the inner hall."

Neon was puzzled: "Your son?"

"It's the leader of the Pocavalry Battalion, Xun Can."

Ni Hong immediately nodded cheerfully, and finally felt relieved: "I know, I know, he is very famous. Then...why did you hide on the beam?"

Now it was Hua Qianzi's turn to be speechless, but the girl was thoughtful: "Young master told me not to let me show up, but I didn't expect to be discovered by the girl, I am really ashamed."

Ni Hong smiled: "It's okay, then you went with Mr. Xun when you were in the palace last time, right?"

Hua Qianzi also nodded with a smile, and asked tentatively: "Miss Nihong, I didn't expect you to come here for only one month, and you already know the customs of Beiyi very well. The process of praying for the Thunder Moon Festival is cumbersome, but the girl is very handy in arranging it."

Neon waved his hand: "Young master Miao Zan, I have been with the princess for many years, and I need to understand everything, but I didn't expect that the Thunder Moon Festival is so grand, and there are people inside and outside the temple. If it wasn't for the princess, I would just I'm afraid I'm going to get lost."

Hua Qianzi: "The Thunder Moon Festival is the biggest festival in Beiyi other than the Spring Festival. It is also hosted by the royal family. It is naturally very lively. Ordinary people also pray outside the temple."

Nihong sighed softly: "There is no tree for Bodhi, and the bright mirror is not a stand. The Buddha's nature is always pure, where is there any dust... This Thunder Moon Festival is so grand, it really shows that you Beiyi people are sincere and focus on Buddhism."

Hua Qianzi was secretly surprised, his eyes moved slightly, but his voice did not change. He replied: "This Thunder Moon Festival is not born to worship Buddha."

Neon was surprised: "Oh? Then why do you want to worship Buddha?"

"Miss, do you know that the Thunder Moon Festival was originally called the Middle Age Festival?"

Neon nodded: "Naturally, this middle-aged festival is not only celebrated by you in Beiyi, but also in Nanshiguo, Hanna, and the remote Na'amu, and the entire Central Plains. On July [-], it is a year Among them, connecting the past and the next, people are used to praying to heaven at this time, and there will be a good harvest in autumn."

Hua Qianzi smiled slightly: "Miss Nihong is really smart and knowledgeable."

Ne Hong lowered her head in embarrassment: "Don't laugh at me, dude, I know I'm stupid, so why is your middle-aged festival in Beiyi changed to Thunder Moon Festival? What does it have to do with Buddha?" ?”

Hua Qianzi didn't intend to hide her. Since this girl came to Beiyi, she should know the customs of Beiyi and treat her well, so he just paused and said: "This is a long-ago story..."

It was so long ago that about 200 years had passed. At that time, it had been 100 years since the founding of Beiyi. Suddenly, a peerless master appeared in the rivers and lakes and confronted the imperial court.That master fought all over the martial arts world, called himself a dragon ghost, and created a kind of sorcery, that is, the witchcraft technique that later caused Beiyi to encounter the "Witch Gu Rebellion".

Legend has it that this sorcery can control people's minds. If someone is poisoned by the poison, not only will they be driven by the dragon ghost, but they will die suddenly in just one month.The most appalling thing is that this Gu poison can even be contagious, and it can spread to an entire village overnight just by contact.

The dragon ghost relied on this technique to dominate the martial arts world, and even threatened the court. People were panicked and turmoiled for a while. Even if someone tried to detoxify, no one knew how the poison was poisoned, let alone a way to detoxify. Symptoms, there is no response, only when the dragon ghost is driving her, her movements and mind are out of control, and then she dies suddenly within a month after the driving is completed.Because of this, the dragon ghost's power grew rapidly, and the whole of Beiyi was in jeopardy.

Just when the dragon ghost was complacent and thought that he could get thousands of miles of land, a knight named Fang Zhu suddenly appeared, who was the person who later founded the Wenyu League.He found a way to detoxify, which is to kill the Gu master, that is, the dragon ghost. As long as the dragon ghost dies, the person affected by the Gu will not be driven, and naturally he will not die or be infected.

Legend has it that he and the dragon ghost fought hundreds of times at Lianyangding, and finally succeeded in beheading him by the sword and saving Beiyi.It is because he saved the common people that people in the Jianghu called him Tianhui Zongshi, the highest title in the martial arts world. In the next 200 years, no one is qualified to be called a Zongshi.

Later, Fang Zhu founded the Wenyu League, and established rules that those who practice witchcraft and Gu will not be tolerated in the world.Members of the Wen Yu League will be punished upon seeing him, and the position of leader can only be inherited by the strongest in the martial arts.

The day Fang Zhu killed the dragon ghost was July 200nd, the moon was dark and the wind was high, thunder was released in the clear sky, the sound and light traveled thousands of miles, almost lighting up the night in Beiyi, and because Fang Zhu devoted himself to Buddhist principles, he became a monk in his later years Worshiping Buddha does not care about worldly affairs.After his death, in order to commemorate Fang Zhu, the then Emperor Beiyi specially changed the middle-aged festival to the Thunder Moon Festival, and stipulated that on that day every year, people should visit Buddha statues and pray for the country. Therefore, the Thunder Moon Festival will be held for the next [-] years. It became more and more grand, and even the national temple was renamed Leiyue Temple.

Ni Hong nodded half-understood, and then she said: "I know this Radiant Patriarch, did he also write a "Lei Yue Fu"?"

Hua Qianzi was not surprised at all: "Yes, "Leiyue Fu" is engraved on the stone tablet in the temple, you should have seen it."

Ni Hong was very excited: "The thunder is raging and the wind is raging, the moon is cloudy and the stars are clear. Devour the god Gu and send it to the Buddha Dynasty. Right?"

Hua Qianzi smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Ni Hong was curious and asked again: "The art of witchcraft has died out since then, and no one has practiced it anymore, right?"

Hua Qianzi shook his head: "I have no way of knowing, I have never heard of anyone being driven. Maybe some people want to practice, but no one knows how to practice. All about this sorcery, there are only legends."

Ni Hong understood it, and bowed slightly to him: "Thank you for letting me know, Young Master, Ni Hong understands."

Hua Qianzi replied: "Young lady, you don't have to. In fact, I have a question, and I want to ask you."

Ni Hong signaled him to say, and he said, "When Her Royal Highness Wang Hao came to get married, how many people were there in the guards of Zhongnan Shiguo in the sending mission? After they came to Beiyi, did they return to Nanshiguo?"

Ni Hong thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "It seems that there are not many people, less than a hundred. The princess was assassinated on the way, and the guards were killed and injured. There were fifty people. Later, they sent people to the imperial city and returned to the city. The southern style. I heard that they were supposed to stay, but our lord doesn't seem to like those guards."

None of those guards could return to Nanshi, but died in Beiyi in various ways.

This is the news Huaqiuzi got, but Nihong didn't know.

He had a general idea in his mind: "Thank you Nihong girl for knowing everything."

Nihong smiled shyly: "You really don't have to be so cautious, you are the first friend I met in the imperial city. You don't need to be polite to me. Many people know this, so it's not a big deal."

Hua Qizi: "Friend..."

Nihong was a little unhappy: "We talked so much, aren't we considered friends?"

Hua Qianzi came to his senses and smiled lightly: "Of course."

Nihong blinked her eyes and grinned: "Then... I don't understand in the future, can I ask you? Do you live in Xunfu? Can I go to you?"

What Hua Qianzi was about to say suddenly ran aground, and he apologized: "The Xun Mansion has regulations, I'm afraid, you are not allowed to enter."

Ni Hong was disappointed and said: "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter the palace either."

But Hua Qianzi said again: "If you want to find me, go to Pipa Langyuan, I... usually should be here."

Ni Hong nodded and smiled: "Okay, then I'll go first, otherwise the princess should be in a hurry."

"Goodbye."

Ling Ziming and Yin Zhixiao followed Jiang Mang to collect characters.

The so-called character picking is the last process of praying for blessings. Only princes and nobles are eligible to participate. Just randomly pick a word from all the characters, and the host will personally send it out with a pen.

It was originally just a fun session, but many people said that the word picking represented the fortune of the next year or even a lifetime. The word drawing is also very particular, and the abbot draws it. Before sending it out, I don’t know which word it is .

If ordinary people want to play, they will also ask the elders in the family to smoke.In short, it is very solemn, and there are many people who believe in it. If the word has a good meaning, it will even be made into an amulet.

Jiang Mang stood in front of the Buddha, and waited until the royal family finished collecting characters, and the abbot handed her characters to her. Jiang Mang was very happy to get them, and held them up in front of Ling Ziming: "It's the word 'wish', I can fulfill my wish." I mean, it's really good."

Ling Ziming held his hand and said with a smile: "Then I hope the princess can really get what she wants."

Yin Zhixiao was at the side: "Little Senior Sister, where's your handwriting? What did you get?"

Ling Ziming shook his head with a smile: "Only princes and nobles are qualified to collect characters, how can I have one?"

Yin Zhixiao curled his lips, and asked Jiang Mang again: "Your Highness, what kind of words did you draw in Beiyi a few years ago?"

Jiang Mang raised his head to think about it, and then shook his head blankly: "Last year it seemed to be 'beautiful', but the year before... I don't remember it for a long time, it's just a game, don't take it seriously."

Ling Ziming was a little stunned, and she was relieved after being shaken by Yin Zhixiao. She had somewhat forgotten the original intention of coming here.

Haishi, Mofu.

When Xun Can sent him back, Mo Feng felt that he hadn't come out of the nightmare yet.

He had just entered the door, but Mo Xian ignored him and asked him to rest earlier.

Mo Fengyi walked to the backyard and saw Ling Ziming standing in front of his door with a downcast expression.

"What's wrong? Are you not enjoying yourself?" Mo Fengyi approached her, dazed.

Seeing that it was him who came, Ling Ziming swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked him: "Brother, have you ever collected words?"

Mo Fengyi saw that she was unusual, so he squeezed out a smile and said, "Just sneaked away, no, what word did you draw?"

Ling Ziming slowly stretched out the small note that had been clenched into a ball in her hand, she was even trembling, Mo Fengyi took it, stretched it out, and there was a word written in it.

insanity.

Mo Fengyi's eyes widened, and he asked incredulously, "Is this the word you drew?"

Ling Ziming nodded silently, and said after a while: "I secretly asked the abbot to pick it up, and I dare not tell anyone."

Mo Fengyi suddenly laughed: "So what? Why don't you dare to say it?"

Ling Ziming stared at him: "Don't you know what this word means?"

Mo Fengyi tore off the paper: "I know, so what? Do you know Gu skills?"

Ling Ziming said in a cold tone: "I heard that this picking character is very effective, it can represent this year, or even a lifetime."

Mo Fengyi pressed her shoulder: "If it's true, then people don't have to do anything, and they can draw and play every day. Are you going to be so depressed by this one word? Is it Ling Ziming?"

Ling Ziming said dejectedly: "I'm just afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Afraid that the art of witchcraft will reappear in the world? Girl, your brother will still be there when the sky falls. I'm here, so you don't have to worry about anything." Mo Fengyi stopped her, and he knew how much this girl liked the most. think.

Seeing his pretty eyes blinking at her, Ling Ziming smiled lightly and said, "So, don't you believe this word?"

Mo Fengyi walked into the room and lit the lamp, and threw the paper into the fire: "Did you see, this word has already turned to ashes. Your brother, you don't believe in anything, I only believe in my hands, even if many things are hidden There is a definite number in the dark, we cannot change or even do nothing, but at least these hands are only controlled by me, and I can rely on them to reverse my destiny and create my future. Even if this word is true, I believe that I can Turn it to ashes."

Ling Ziming laughed: "So conceited, even if I don't believe this word, I can't believe you."

Mo Feng raised his chin and narrowed his eyes with great interest: "If you don't believe me, why are you the first to tell me that you have drawn this word? Xiaoxiao and my father probably don't know about it, right?"

Ling Ziming choked for a moment, couldn't find anything to say, and finally just pursed his lips and let out a "tss".

Mo Fengyi rubbed her head, and said wearily: "Okay girl, brother helped you solve it, go to sleep, I've been exhausted for the past few days, and now I'm sleepy."

Of course Ling Ziming knew that he was tired, so he got up and went back to his room.