Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

The main altar of Xuanji Pavilion is built on Shifeng Mountain, and the houses are directly excavated stone caves. There are one or two palaces built in positions with a wide view, which seem to be the residences for dignitaries and nobles to rest.

Hong Yao took Xie Huai'an up the stone steps and along the plank road, and turned into a grotto on the mountainside.There are gilt colored paintings on the walls of the cave, and a portrait is enshrined in the center. The stone walls on both sides are carved into ancient shelves, and there are porcelain vases and bamboo slips.

"I can't do it anymore, I'm exhausted, let's take a break." Panting, Xie Huai'an took off the white gauze and rubbed his eyes.

Hong Yao naturally put Xie Huai'an's shoulders on his shoulders, and kneaded for him: "I didn't think carefully, I should take a rest when I passed by the gazebo just now. Is it sour here? Are you dizzy?"

"No, it doesn't matter."

Xie Huaian shivered.He is still not used to Hong Yao's methods.The movements of those hands are careful and slow, as if they are kneading a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, and they can be cooked after they are relaxed.

"Sir, if you feel unwell, don't worry, you can just speak up." Hong Yao stood behind Xie Huai'an with a gloomy expression.

"I made a fuss out of a molehill, don't worry, Your Majesty."

Xie Huai'an only felt the cold wind blowing from behind, causing goosebumps on his skin, pretending to have a good rest, he started walking around.

The colored paintings of the gods in the cave looked like the extravagant style of Tianshengjiao at a glance, Xie Huai'an walked towards the ancient shelf without hope, and picked up a scroll of bamboo slips.

"It's so dark..." Xie Huai'an narrowed his eyes, trying to distinguish the words on it.

There's another thing about Dajing that he can't get used to anyway, and that's the weird blood-red sky.It is morning now, the sky is still pale red, and the hazy red light enters the cave, making people restless and unable to see clearly.

"This stack is all the "Truth of the Heavenly Sage", which has already been taught for the sake of my husband." Hong Yao held Xie Huai'an's hand and moved it to the top of the ancient shelf, enough for a thread-bound volume. "Only this volume is not."

"Blank..." Xie Huai'an flipped through the pages.

"This is the way to enter the general altar."

Xie Huaian keenly felt that the atmosphere was still not quite right, fearing that Hong Yao would change his mind and take him back to the palace, he slapped the blank booklet in his hand, and said with a bright smile: "Then what are you waiting for, everyone is here, let's go quickly."

Seeing his smile, Hong Yao lowered his head and picked up the white gauze, returning to a calm and calm appearance.

"Put on the white gauze when you're ready. The main altar is very tall, so it's best not to look directly at it for the first time."

The white gauze covered Xie Huai'an's eyes again, Xie Huai'an held his breath, and vaguely saw Hong Yao pressing an ingot-shaped silver lock into the position where the thread was bound just now.

"Should I avoid suspicion now, turn around or close my eyes..." Xie Huai'an hesitated.

Hong Yao didn't answer Xie Huai'an's words, and changed the shape of the silver lock to open layers of traps.

"This place is called the Cave of the Thousand Gods. There are 660 golden statues of the gods, which have shown respect to the Heavenly Sacred Sect."

"In order to prevent outsiders from intruding, a sound barrier has been set up in the cave. After entering, there will be a sound of howling ghosts and wolves. If you listen to it for a long time, you will lose your mind. I will speak from now on. You concentrate on listening and don't worry about other things."

It was rare for Xie Huai'an to listen to Hong Yao's patient introduction, and he realized the danger, so he responded seriously: "Okay..."

"Say something... Let's find something interesting." Hong Yao lowered his eyes.

"200 years ago, this place wasn't called Qianshen Cave, it was called Treasure Cave. The inside of the mountain was hollowed out, and there were piles of large and small logs."

"What kind of wood?" Xie Huai'an was attracted by Hong Yao's tone of storytelling.

"It is said that there are wooden birds that can fly up to three feet high, wooden puppets that can walk and dance, and practical things such as stone crushers and agricultural tools and water wheels. This is the predecessor of Xuanji Pavilion. At that time, it was not called Pavilion, called Tianji School."

"Tianji... school?"

"Yes. They have their own set of theories, which emphasize hard work, hard work and hard work, and one family in the world. Among the schools of thought, his family has the most disciples and the most powerful. But this is what the pavilion master himself said, and he seems to be bragging."

Hong Yao stepped back with Xie Huai'an in his arms, and slapped his palms loudly three times.The bogu rack moved in response to the sound, revealing a passage with a height of one person.

The dark wind blows from the dark hole, making one's skin crawl.

"Keep close, don't touch your hands randomly, I will take you away." Hong Yao took the initiative to grab Xie Huai'an's hand.

Bogus shelves are closed.

In the dead darkness, you can't see your fingers, and suddenly there is a scalp-numbing whistling, like a ghost crying.Occasionally, there are small weeping and loud crying, as well as the strange sound of beads falling to the ground, the sound of gurgling water, and the sound of wind crashing.

"Your Majesty, tell me quickly, can you speak louder?" Xie Huai'an walked next to Hong Yao, wishing that his whole body would be closer, and prayed that this journey would end soon.

This is so haunted house, he is afraid of this kind of thing!

"Where did you come from... I heard that it was very lively here in the past. The barren platform outside the mountain used to be a debate platform. Any old man who doesn't like the Tianji school can go on stage to criticize it."

"Their disciples usually nest in the cave to drill wood, and now they all come out to listen to the sound. Those who can't listen to it will go to the stage to debate, and they will leave a record of every game."

"When did this happen?" Xie Huai'an tried not to listen to the strange noise, and asked tremblingly.

"You should still be able to see it during the Yongxing period, that is, more than 150 years ago... Sir, don't move around, I want to keep a hand." Hong Yao said helplessly.

"I heard that it's not just about debates. At that time, there were many Zhaoge and miscellaneous books, and there were also many bookstores. Everyone was willing to print two copies and keep them. This is what the current Pavilion Master Xuanji heard from the previous generation. .”

As we walked, the flustering ghost cries disappeared, and the road under our feet turned into smooth stone slabs.

"It's going to stop here for a while, and you have to stay where you are, otherwise a poisonous needle will be shot out." After Hong Yao instructed, he pressed Xie Huai'an's arm.

Time grows long in the cold cave.

From time to time, there was the sound of small sand and stones rolling down, and the road under the feet occasionally trembled, which made people feel flustered.

Xie Huai'an waited for a while, and heard his own breathing became more and more clear.He didn't want to cause trouble, so he breathed lightly, his chest rose and fell cautiously.

Hong Yao was very close to him, his firm arms imprisoned him, and his warm breath spewed at the collarbone, bringing heat surging in the cold darkness.

I could hear my heart beating in the dark.

I don't know if it's his own or Hong Yao's, they are mixed together chaotically.

Xie Huai'an's thoughts were empty and he began to think wildly.

Hong Yao's height after shrinking his bones is really amazing.They seem to be hugging at this time, Hong Yao is like a big boy who depends on his elder brother, but Xie Huai'an is actually the one who is firmly controlled.It's almost impossible to see it in broad daylight.

Having said that, why did Hong Yao shrink his bones and become shorter? Is this necessary?

"Don't move around..." Hong Yao said in a hoarse voice, feeling the trembling of the arm under the palm, and began to speak to divert Xie Huai'an's attention.

"There is one last door, after which is the main altar of Xuanji Pavilion."

Xie Huai'an cooperated and asked: "Are there still wooden birds in the main altar?"

"Yes, this is their housekeeping skill. After the fall of the holy stone, the Xuanji Pavilion seems to have found a new impetus for mechanism art, and the craftsmanship of making things is getting better and better... The current owner of the pavilion is the seventh generation. I don’t have any money, I owe a lot of debts, I have to start a business and I was called a traitor for a while, but it’s much better now.”

"I don't intend to scare you sir, but when it comes to Xuanji Pavilion, there is one thing that needs to be said in advance." Hong Yao said.

"In the second year of Hongde more than 100 years ago, Tianshikeng killed the great scholars of the Zhuzi School, dried them for three days, and resurrected them on the spot, serving as the first batch of guards in the palace."

"The disciples from all over the place who made troubles got the same fate. When the imperial guards were full, they would act as county soldiers. This is called the Fuguang Festival, which lasted for three years."

"In the past three years, children can't cry, can't hold funerals, the altar of sutras is closed, books are burned, and everyone becomes a believer in the holy religion. The Tianji School changed its name to Xuanji Pavilion, burned the scriptures on its own initiative, and donated the secrets of organs. From then on, I only studied farming and textiles, and survived.”

"These movements are not only a mechanism, but also a reminder to future generations and disciples to remember this matter. Alright, you can move now. Mister is doing well."

Xie Huai'an's whole body was stiff, and he let out a muffled snort for a long time: "Mmm..."

They kept going.

"The current imperial guards...are these grand scholars?" No matter how soft Xie Huai'an's voice was, it still echoed in the dark cave.

"no……"

The rock hanging from Xie Huai'an's heart loosened a little, and soon fell onto a heavier one.

Hong Yao said: "Several batches of other people have been changed. Only the Celestial Master is still there, and Zhaoge's guards will never be lacking."

"It won't be forever..." Xie Huai'an bit his lip.

His palms became sweaty, and his heart beat faster.I couldn't help but think of the guards wearing hideous golden masks in the backyard of Lanchi Palace, and the dark holes in their eyes.

He forgot to be afraid, and a small flame in his heart burned more and more intensely, as if his whole body was about to burn.

Hong Yao took out the silver ingot and was about to unlock the last trick, but suddenly stopped.

"Since we've covered this, let's just tell the whole story. In addition to being called the Thousand Gods Cave, it's also called the Thousand Stele Cave."

"Thousand... pit of sorrow?"

"Three thousand, 660 and six stele caves, the result of digging and hiding after the Fuguang Great Sacrifice. The living people recited the manuscripts, and the disciples sorted and checked them and sent them here uniformly, regardless of school. This work is still being done."

The last mechanism needs to listen to the sound to identify the position. Hong Yao concentrated and followed the sound of the falling beads to open all the mechanisms. After opening all the organs, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Remembering what he said before, Hong Yao turned to Xie Huai'an and said, "When they see the light of day again, I will be able to read a new book for you."

The mechanism door was slowly activated, and the sky suddenly fell, illuminating the dark corridor.

Directly in front of them, a suspended corridor just connected to the exit of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a round platform with seven stone pillars.There are tables and desks on the stage, and there are scrolls of papyrus everywhere.A young man in bright and complicated clothes is sitting in front of the desk. He wears a golden crown and a fan on his waist, as if he is going to attend a banquet at any time.

The young man has Zhu Dan in his mouth, his face is like peaches and plums, and his willow-leaf eyebrows are frowned, making it impossible to distinguish between male and female.

This is Pei Jue, the seventh generation master of Xuanji Pavilion, named Xiuyi.

Behind Pei Xiuyi is the entire Thousand Stele Cave.

The light red light fell into the cave from the secret air hole, and there were subtle sounds of mechanism operation.

Caves of different sizes are dotted on the thick mountain like stars.These caves have two sides in one body. From the outside of the mountain, it is a statue cave, and from the inside, it is a cave of Tibetan steles.

In addition to the cave, there is also a protruding platform on the mountain wall. On the platform, there are wooden figures and birds, and people in disciple clothes are quietly studying.The tabletops are connected by plank roads, which become denser as they go down, and are lit with layered lights.

Xie Huai'an was immersed in Hong Yao's narration, and walked through the corridor blankly.

Hong Yao snorted coldly, and said loudly: "I haven't seen you for three years, Pavilion Master Pei's demeanor remains the same as before."

Pei Xiuyi acted as if she hadn't heard of it, she put away her pen and raised her eyelids for a while.

He was looking at the accounts with a blank face, and he had an alienated smile when he looked at people.

"It's been three years. Your Majesty has acted more and more absurdly since he found Shijun Xie to enter the palace. Now you actually believe in the fairy tale?"

These words were harsh, Xie Huai'an said something bad, lowered his head slightly, and stood behind Hong Yao to restrain his presence, pretending to be a quiet vase.

Without getting angry, Hong Yao said softly: "I believe it, and I still want to enshrine him and build a resplendent mansion to support him."

"How? Pavilion Master Pei, don't hesitate to use your special case of honored guests from Xuanji Pavilion for the faint king of Dajing. I'm going to pay homage to the holy stone. I will pay three times the money. The itinerary will be kept secret. Two people."