Chiwuxing

Chapter [-] - Duan Ao Liji settles down to the end, returns with the dust for a long time

"I beg Zen Master Yuming to come out of the mountain to heal—"

A human voice hovered heavily, passing through the forest and tunnel, and the wind in the middle of the mountain rustled.In spring, half of the peach tree's flowers fall, shaking into the ground.

A few frightened birds flew out of the forest, bringing up misty clouds.

Except for the mountains, trees and birds, there was no movement at all.

Before the little beast in the mountain fled away and reached a safe place, it was shocked by another cracking sound, and spit out blood with a "puff" sound:

"I beg Zen Master Yuming to come out of the mountain to heal—"

The blatant movement of the sky spreads across the high ranges of the wild.

Ten thousand acupoints groaned in anger, and Lingfeng solved it secretly.

Birds and beasts howled together, and sharp hisses followed one after another.

There are light footsteps approaching from behind:

"According to your way of shouting, before the person comes out, you can call yourself deaf first."

Fu Zan learned from the previous lesson, put his hands on his ears, and moved forward.

Glancing at the man's cold gaze, he glanced at the two solid ebony coffins beside him, and confessed:

"...don't get me wrong, I didn't come for him... why did you bring two coffins here?"

Zong Zhengxi only said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"I thought he would open the mountain pass for you," Fu Yan said boldly, "so I took advantage of you to meet him."

Seeing that the man was about to speak again, Fu Zhan said again: "Since you want to ask, why don't you give the name of the person who came here?"

"The mountains and rivers don't have names yet, so why bother with worldly names."

Beyond the distant mountains, the melodious sound of the flute is scattered, from far to near, like the sound of heaven.

"……It's him."

Fu Zan was startled, and said in a low voice.

The melodious and familiar sound of the flute made him feel sad: "Through these years, he can be regarded as familiar with the secular world... This elegant and melodious sound has not changed at all."

"There is no change, maybe it's just that there is no benefit." Zong Zhengxi said coldly.

"...He wants to see you," Fu Yan looked at him sideways, and said, "The stone formation has been withdrawn, you come with me."

As he spoke, he stepped forward.After walking for a few feet, he realized that there was no movement behind him. He glanced back and said, "There are two coffins, no one will steal them, and no one will snatch them. It's okay to put them here."

Before Zongzhengxi could listen to his words carefully, he slapped the nearby coffin with one palm, and the round wooden coffin lid above moved in response to the sound, slid backwards with the force of the shock, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Wisps of white air evaporated from the coffin, Fu Zan guessed that the inside should be filled with ice cubes.

Then he saw the man split one side of the coffin with internal force, and pulled out a thin figure from it.It is not easy to swivel the chair with Huaihu alone, Fu Yan looked at it for a while, and didn't intend to add words, just said: "Follow me."

At this time, it is spring, and it should be a grand scene full of peach blossoms.But when the man made a fuss just now, all the flowers and leaves fell off, leaving only bare hard branches, which is very strange.

Fu Yan watched the spring flowers fall along the road, feeling very sorry, sighed twice, and couldn't help complaining: "...the flowers bloom in the mountains and fields, what a beautiful scenery, you have ruined it by a vulgar man! What a disappointment..."

"Spring flowers are only fresh for a while. I let them choose their own life and death in advance. What's wrong?" Zong Zhengxi said coldly.

"Hmph," Fu Yan sneered, "they will wither at their own time, and it's up to you to decide, mind your own business!"

Halfway up the mountain, there is a dense bamboo forest.There is a stone table and bench at the edge, and the flute player is sitting on the stone bench, with half of his silhouette exposed.

She has gray hair, but the iron-gray monk robe is as plain as ever, and she looks more aged than when she was dressed in white.

Fu Zan glanced down at the white robe on his body, frowned and thought: This old thing must have changed because he was wearing white.

The sound of the flute fell slowly.

Fu Yan's eyelids twitched, and he seemed to hear that the ending of the flute was wrong.

"Why did Tan Yue come here?"

"Since the Zen master has heard it, why should he pretend to be deaf?"

Zong Zhengxi stared coldly at him, his posture was so high that he would not give in.

Yuming only focused on the slate table: "There is an unfinished chess game here, I wonder if we can invite you to finish it?"

"Rescue."

Zongzheng Xi spoke coldly.

Yuming said lightly, "What can be done to save a dead person?"

Zong Zhengxi's heart shrank, but he still insisted on a trace of vitality and temptation: "He didn't die naturally, there is a way to save him, and the Zen master should not lie."

"If a random person has to bring the dead back to life, wouldn't aging and disease become a joke?"

Zong Zhengxi heard the meaning of concession: "What are the conditions?"

"Everything has a sequence and root method. If you save one person for nothing, wouldn't you break the natural law of life? And you will be condemned by God."

Zong Zhengxi pondered: "Is it because of 'changing life with life' to get a balance?"

Yuming turned his head when he heard the words, and glanced at the man in the man's arms: "Who is he to you?"

"Dear ones."

"Even if you save him, and leave him alone in the future, how do you know this is his original wish?"

The man pulled his lips coldly: "He made me live alone for the rest of my life, why don't I let him enjoy the same feeling."

Yuming waved his monk's sleeve: "...and here comes this broken chess piece."

Zong Zhengxi squinted his eyes and looked at Xu for a while, before sitting close to each other.

"The art of the game, you have to distinguish," Yuming said as the two watched the chess game on the table together, "In fact, they are often incompatible. Do you want to choose between 'gaming' or 'playing'?"

"Naturally it's 'yi'." Zong Zhengxi looked up at the white-haired monk.

"Why?"

"If you want to kill the chess game, you have to follow every step, and don't let the forces of the sky mess you up," Zong Zhengxi said in a deep voice, "If manpower is within reach, the destiny will depend on it, and there will be variables."

Yuming breathed out a short, inaudible breath, I don't know if it was a sigh or something else.

"Please."

Fu Zan stepped forward slowly to watch, he didn't dare to disturb each other just now, so he could breathe a sigh of relief at this moment.

The man's chess style is just like his own, steady, ruthless, cold, and accurate, but his every step is clear, it doesn't look like chess, it's more like arranging troops.In contrast, the old stuff is more comfortable, chess moves with ease.

Fu Zan took another breath.

A game of chess made him feel terrified, and he didn't know what the two of them were thinking.

He swept across their faces, all of them were generally indifferent.

"I won."

Zong Zhengxi finally said, but there was still no ups and downs on his face, and he looked down at the chessboard.

"What mechanism can Tan Yue see?"

Zong Zhengxi said nothing.

"Ah Zan," Yuming said, "What do you think?"

Suddenly surprised by Fu Zhan whose name was mentioned, he suppressed all kinds of irrelevant thoughts, stepped forward to pick some chess pieces from the chessboard, and changed them slightly: "... Regardless of the number, it is similar to the endgame at the beginning."

"When it starts to die, it will end soon; when it dies, it will rise, and when it ends, it will begin."

Zongzheng Xi said: "Thank you, Zen Master, for your efforts."

"Saving people is the same as killing people," Yuming said, "it can't be called saving people."

The three were silent, but it was Zong Zhengxi who took the lead and said, "The Zen master is still worshiping the Buddha in the mountains?"

"...No, half body leaves the door of Buddhism, and half body enters the realm of Buddha," Yuming said, "To say that this is a Buddha is a hindrance to reason. To say that this is not a Buddha is a sign of cessation and extinction. When things are integrated, extinction is also empty. Buddha From now on, as in the sun."

"Other people become monks in order to get out of the world, but the Zen master escapes into Buddhism to escape the troubles of the world." Zong Zhengxi raised his eyes and said, "I respect you very much."

Fu Zan shuddered all over, this time he saw it clearly, the corners of the old man's lips twitched because of his words, but there was a real smile in his eyes.

The new lord's tour lasted for more than four months, and the officials and people of the six provinces of Yantu were tossed back and forth.But after going into exile due to previous wars, he really cherishes the peace and stability of the present.Since there are no political affairs, they dare not make mistakes.

In the new court of the imperial capital, Wang Zongzhengyi and Shao Qian with different surnames led the same regents. Individual old ministers were in a trance from time to time, always feeling that the old place and old people, everything seemed to have not changed.And since the new lord returned to the court, it was the first time that they met this barbarian in the early court together.

It can be seen that the person first severely punished the officials who had been searched and concealed before, and then severely reprimanded and issued a new reform decree.The swiftness of his methods made all the officials panic, and they also realized that the new master was not like the old master after all, civil servants and generals were not the same.

When promulgating the new policy, the new lord changed his previous style, refusing to see the officials who came to make admonitions in the palace, and only allowed them to submit written memorials.

Jun's kindness is unpredictable, but it can be seen from this that they underestimated the Hu Lord at first.

The night is deep in the palace, and the moonlight is faint.

Since the palace has welcomed a new owner, nearly half of the palace rooms have been closed and abandoned, and most of the attendants have been dismissed, making it even more desolate.

There is a unique room in Yugan Palace.

The people who were buried before the case heard the sound of the door opening and looked up at the person who came.

"It's ugly time."

Zong Zhengxi swiveled the chair closer and lit another lamp beside the table for him.

"...Maybe it's an old habit that was deliberately cultivated in the past, counting the time in fear and not wanting to waste any time." Fu Chen put down his pen, smiled at him, his eyes brightened, "I can't change it even if I want to change it now I'm not used to it..."

Zong Zhengxi casually picked up a folded seal on the table and unfolded it, glanced at it, and raised his lips: "The writing is good...but the words are a bit vulgar."

"Tsk," Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, "I saved face by not scolding him in front of all the ministers, and playing tricks in front of me, I can speak bluntly, but I am very patient..."

Zong Zhengxi put the watch back to its original place and said with a smile, "...it's not worth it."

Fu Chen also laughed, as if reminiscing about old memories: "As long as I see those old fellows' displeased faces and their embarrassing appearance, I feel at ease..."

"How old are you..." Zong Zhengxi shook his head and sighed with a smile, "It's time to lose your temper..."

"To deal with this kind of hypocrite, you have to use the tricks of street hooligans."

Fu Chen got up from the chair, knelt in front of the man as before, held the other face in both hands, and said with a low smile: "Besides, I'm a child, and someone dotes on me, right?"

Cang hair hissed, still seeing traces of the past.

And he saw a trace of youthful purity from the deeply obsessed eyebrows, the mist gradually dispersed, and it was pure and simple white.The trampled snow in the snow was finally washed by the rain, steamed again by the atmosphere, and returned to the silver light.

How lucky he was to be able to see the pupils that he recalled repeatedly in the past.

Zong Zhengxi watched intently for a long time, then leaned over to touch each other, looked at each other and smiled: "Yes."

Fu Chen leaned into his arms and closed his eyes.

"Tired?"

"...not tired," the man still closed his eyes, "let me rest for a while, and I will rest."

"Why don't you just rest on the couch and just sit here?" Zong Zhengxi laughed.

Fu Chen stretched out his arms to clasp the man's waist, and said in a weak voice, "Don't move..."

Zong Zhengxi also leaned on his back, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

There is no other moment that is more peaceful and peaceful than this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Chen stood up stiffly, his eyes were sleepy, and he frowned slightly: "...I'm really a little sleepy."

"Then go to bed and rest."

Fu Chen didn't speak, his brows furrowed: "...on the way back, Ah Jun told me that she couldn't handle the affairs of the whole country, so I sealed her back to Hu Di and still took charge of the Le Jin tribe. But now there are many Hu tribe leaders. Now that she has been transferred to the Commanding Army of the Six Provinces, Le Guin is no longer as good as she used to be. Doesn’t she just take up half of her name.”

"Isn't that just giving her leisure."

"But Ah Jun is not a person who enjoys pleasure," Fu Chen felt a little regretful, "I'm afraid this arrangement will restrict her to use her hands and feet."

"Among the Hu tribe, aren't the people from the seven tribes who rebelled back then still in Lejin and not allowed to enter?" Zongzheng Xi said, "She must be trying to guard those who intend to rebel for you."

Fu Chen sighed: "I was the one who broke up the original stability."

"You assisted in the spread of Hu Qiang's territory, how can you break it up?"

Fu Chen pursed his lips: "How can this huge country be called a world of barbarians?"

Zong Zhengxi touched his cheek: "Why should you care about this?"

"...That's right," Fu Chen laughed at himself, "I'm not really a barbarian, a 'bastard' with impure blood..."

The man slapped him vigorously, but there was a layer of red marks: "Nonsense again."

Fu Chen tilted his head and licked the seam of his lips, and reassured him: "...I just don't want to be reconciled... After tossing around, I just returned to the starting point, nothing changed..."

"Do what you want."

Fu Chen lowered his eyes and said quietly, "I looked through some old books in the palace today, and I saw a sentence that said 'a man who believes in a husband is the great treasure of a king'... What is the meaning of the word 'believe'? "

"A man cannot stand without trust, the people cannot be secure without trust, and a country will decline without trust," Zong Zhengxi replied eloquently, "it is the trust of credibility."

Fu Chen nodded, then lowered his head slightly: "Maybe it's not only the letter of reputation, but also the letter of faithfulness."

There was a moment of silence, and the lights rustled.

The man's lowered eyes flickered in a moment of panic, Chao Zongzhengxi glanced at him, then lowered his eyes deeply, and the voice he spoke again became hoarse and soft: "...I don't want to let you down."

Zong Zhengxi put his hand on the back of Fu Chen's hand, slowly clenched it, and said, "How to choose is your own business. No matter which way you want to go, I can understand."

"I'll accompany you."

The man's words were as firm and thick as the force exerted by his hands.

Seeing that he was still silent, Zong Zhengxi added: "Besides...you have never disappointed me."

Fu Chen bent his lips when he heard the words: "This is deceitful... How many times have I seen you getting angry with me, and it's not like I can't feel it..."

Zong Zhengxi pinched him and snorted coldly: "You also know that you little bastard sometimes makes people gnash their teeth with hatred...you don't know how to restrain yourself."

"Then you can't let me go, I know."

Fu Chen's eyes flickered, a little smug, and there were more unexplained attachments.

"Now that you know, don't leave me alone to think about you."

The man's eyelids drooped coldly, thinking about the past.

"...I'm sorry," Fu Chen said with a painful heart, "...I only had a little bit of selfishness in the first 27 years, and I only used it on you. Blame me asshole... I won't do it again."

"Besides, I'm the one who died before you." The man said coldly.

"I'm sorry," Fu Chen knew that his anger was still there, but he couldn't speak sourly, "...not again."

Zong Zhengxi also couldn't bear the burden of old memories, closed his eyes and said: "I said I didn't mention it, so I won't mention it."

"...give me some more time," Fu Chen said in a low voice, "just a little time, let me settle everything... I will give you back the rest of my life."

"The last time."

"it is good."

"Then I'll put you to bed now?"

"it is good."

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