Fengshen History

Chapter 71 Always laugh at the idiots of the world

It was the night of the new year, and a night fire suddenly ignited in Chaoge City, burning a sea of ​​​​flames for miles.

King Zhou's face was indifferent, and the corners of his eyes were bruised, and he just stood on the Star Picking Tower with his hands up.Unknowingly, the flames surged up, and the scorching air was overwhelming, but Wang Dongfang smiled and sighed: "Looking at the millennium, the prosperity is gone, but the lonely king has nothing. It's a pity that he wandered a few times and couldn't get out. Sweet words. Forget it, life and death are but a moment." After reading, he fell into the sea of ​​fire and burned up the obsession of this life.

It is said that Wu Wang Jifa and Prime Minister Jiang Ziya were discussing the strategy of attacking the city with the princes in the army, and suddenly there were reports from left and right: "Your Majesty Marshal, the Zhaixing Tower is on fire."

King Wu hurriedly led the generals to watch the fire from the gate.I saw one person among the smoke fans, wearing imperial clothes and a British crown on his head, standing in the smoke with his hands on jasper, his hazy figure was unclear.

King Wu asked, "Is this King Zhou?"

Jiang Ziya replied: "It is the Hunjun."

King Wu sighed when he heard the words, and couldn't bear to look directly at him: "Although King Zhou is innocent, he offends the world. Now he is a man, it is God's will. But if he uses love and infatuation, he will not lose to me. I think the people who set up saints The female ancestral hall, however, enshrines the statue of Jiang Er. Presumably... the same hurt, and the sorrow is exhausted."

Jiang Ziya was speechless, every bit about Jiang Biluo, apart from the memories, was the complaint from Ji Fa's mouth.Now that King Zhou has died, King Wu has ascended the throne, and the world has changed hands, in such a glorious time, there is only one person who can comfort him.Such a regret, is it just casual talk?

It's a pity that things are different and people are different, so how can we do whatever we want in the mundane world.That day, she turned into a flying snake and left with the leader of the Tongtian sect. She has been in a daze for several years, leaving nothing but an old story.Occasionally talk about it, but it is full of sorrow.

The history only records: In the 28th year of King Zhou, the Chengtang Foundation was burned down, and the Great Zhou Dynasty was founded.

One morning, King Wu ascended to the palace.Since there is a Taoist emperor, there must be a difference in the court.The so-called fragrant mist sweeps across the sky, the auspicious smoke is misty, the rising sun is surrounded by yellow, and the Qingyun stretches.I can only hear the jingle of the rings, the sleeves of the official robes dance lightly, and the jade tents around welcome the dawn.Entering the hall for the whole court, civil and military shouted: "Long live!"

Ji Fa only told Feng Yuguan: "If there is something to do, the class will play, and if there is nothing to do, the curtain will be rolled up."

After speaking, Jiang Ziya came out of the class, bowed his head and said: "The old minister has a play."

Ji Fa asked, "Father, tell me."

"A few days ago, the old minister was ordered by his teacher to enshrine the gods one by one. Now everyone in the world is in charge, but it can be clarified forever and help my great Zhou to prosper. However, the Taoist world now lacks the throne of His Majesty alone. I don't know that Your Majesty What do you mean?" After Jiang Ziya finished speaking, he bowed his head and glanced at Ji Fa.

I saw his brows were clear and shallow, his smile was like the wind, and there seemed to be thousands of rivers and mountains flowing in his eyes, and there was a frosty wind when he spoke: "The world of mortals is rich and honored, and fame and fortune are but a fleeting moment. If the emperor did not take orders and teach the ancestors, today That’s not the case either. But if life is a blessing, it’s just meeting a confidant. Now that the confidant is gone, what’s the point of Si Tianming? If not, use the lonely god to exchange for a lifetime meeting.”

His Highness was silent. Although everyone knew what Ji Fa meant by this, they only dared to listen and dare not speak.As for Jiang Biluo, it was just a faintly smiling injury in Xiqi City, and it was nothing more than a complaint.

Hearing the words, Jiang Ziya applauded in his heart, bowed himself and said, "If your Majesty has this intention, the old minister will report to Master Ming to find out the truth."

Ji Fa smiled slightly, her face as indifferent as before.

In 1042 BC, Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who was only 30 years old, died in the night in the fourth year after the extermination of the Shang Dynasty. His son Ji Song succeeded the throne and became King Cheng of Zhou.Rongdong, the righteous son of King Wu, changed his name to Shuyu, and enfeoffed the land of Tang in the second place.

At this point, the matter of conferring the gods came to an end.

But it is not what people want, but time goes by, and the world of mortals is far away. After all, one must walk out of a destiny, so that the beauty of reincarnation will not be lost.Today, the world has changed hands several times, with ups and downs, and the long history of 5000 years has lost countless long-term children, but in the end it is the end of the world.Fifty thousand years of prosperity, at the flick of a finger, after thousands of years, it will be nothing but a handful of yellow sand.Looking back, it was really colorful, and I don't know how much it hurts.

"Jin Temple was built before the Northern Wei Dynasty to commemorate Shuyu, the second son of King Wu of Zhou. After King Wu destroyed Shang, he divided up the feudal lords, and entrusted his second son Shuyu to Tang. After Shuyu died, his son Xie succeeded to the throne. Water, then changed the Tang Dynasty to Jin. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Tang Shuyu was granted the title of King of Fendong, and Yijiang was granted the title of "Holy Lady of Ling Zhaoji", so it was called the Temple of the Holy Mother. What we see now is the queen of Wu Wang Jifa The statue of the Madonna of Jiang. This image is dignified, graceful and luxurious, with a phoenix crown and a xiapei. It is the image of a court ruler. It has been verified that she participated in the King Wu's defeat of Zhou during the later period. She is good at using soldiers and understands strategies. She is the most typical military figure among ancient Chinese women. Representative." The tour guide looked up at the painted sculpture full of time, and the commentary that blurted out was like dust passing slowly, settling in the quiet hall.

Everyone admires and looks forward, with longing, sighing, concentrating, or thinking on their faces.

Jiang Biluo hid in the crowd, only felt his face was cool and unrestrained like spring water.I couldn't help but raised my finger to touch it, and it turned out to be tears that were so cold.

She held her wet fingers in astonishment, and let the tears rush out of her eyes like a flood of beasts, and finally hit the cuffs of her clothes, gradually fainting into a sad flower.

The colleague next to him turned his face slightly, and unexpectedly saw Jiang Biluo who was completely soaked in tears.She stood in the shadows, tears falling off her face like autumn leaves.

Such a scene is like admiring a trembling lily, which is unbearable to pity.It took a long time before I remembered to hand over the tissues.So he hurriedly drew one, held it close to her eyes, and asked hastily, "What's wrong?"

Everyone just listened to the explanation and didn't care about the person next to him bursting into tears. Jiang Biluo choked up in astonishment while wiping the corner of his eyes: "I don't know, but...can't stop..."

The colleague was in a hurry and didn't know how to comfort him, so he just handed tissues non-stop.The two people with blank faces finally caught the attention of a man beside him, he glanced at Jiang Biluo, then at the nearby statue, and murmured like a cloud: "It seems that this statue is destined! "

Jiang Biluo raised her head, sucking her nose, looking at the man's face, but the tears still kept flowing.In the hazy vision, the man's face was so familiar, as if it was not the first time he saw it.She rubbed the sore corners of her eyes, vaguely seeing that the eyes meeting in the sunlight were as smooth and delicate as silk threads, and the face soaked in the sunlight was as bright as a sunflower.

Jiang Bi was stunned, and hastily withdrew his wet eyes, then lowered his head and muttered to his colleague: "Does this person believe in Buddhism?"

The colleague laughed dryly, trembling in embarrassment with a confused expression on his face, but couldn't speak.

When the tour guide led the team out of the "House of Our Lady", Jiang Biluo was crying too much and felt tight in his chest, so he hid under a seemingly ancient cypress tree to enjoy the cool air.From a distance, I saw a tall and tall human figure approaching, pinching a bottle of mineral water with a faint smiling face.

Jiang Biluo hesitated, looked up dizzily, shook his head resolutely after confirming that it was the man who believed in Buddhism just now, and said politely: "Thank you, I have water."

The man withdrew his hand tactfully, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured it into his mouth.The two stood side by side, except for the lingering shadow.Jiang Biluo couldn't help feeling weak and couldn't drive him away, so he asked worriedly, "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

The man didn't look over, but cast his gaze into the distant air, with a damp taste in his voice, he murmured, "It's just a moment of emotion?"

"What are you feeling?" Jiang Biluo stared sideways at his side face, closing the sunshine and the smile on his lips.

The man turned his head, smiled with a clean smile, and his long eyelashes glistened with warmth: "There is a feeling... It seems to be called... Deja vu..."

The words that fell softly, disappeared into the breeze that blew past, without a trace.

The tears that Jiang Biluo had stopped just now suddenly fell again without warning. She touched her drenched face and lowered her head hastily, avoiding the warm eyes above her head.Such a spineless move is really embarrassing.

The man looked at the gurgling tears and suddenly felt a tug in his heart, dragging his limbs and making his bones feel a little cold.He suddenly grabbed Jiang Biluo's tear-soaked hand, and trotted all the way to the fish marsh flying beam.

The two stood at the head of the bridge, leaning over to look at the quiet pool below them.The sparkling fine waves and the sunshine are lingering wantonly, lingering around a pair of shadows exuding the atmosphere of longing.

Jiang Biluo blinked her teary eyes, and a few flickering teardrops fell into the pool.The two figures were instantly shattered, replaced by blurred images.

In the water waves, there is a pair of people leaning on each other. They hold each other's hands and smile foolishly.In the dark, there seems to be an ethereal voice that penetrates into the bottom of my heart, and the soft and smooth voice sings a sad song of forgetting each other.

"In the world of mortals, I have been waiting for you for thousands of years, but you have never returned. In the chaotic world, I have been looking forward to you for generations, but you are already gone. Looking back, your face is separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. Just one glance, it is the blue sky. And I , but after all, I exchanged the long stream of thousands of generations for the gaze of lovesickness in this life. I once made an alliance with you with flowers and a crown with withered grass, but now I want to promise you a rock and continue the most beautiful accident."

At this moment, something in Jiang Biluo's heart seemed to settle gently, and then a thin layer of tenderness surged up, which was a kind of nostalgia or heartbeat.She turned her head with a slight smile, and cast her eyes calmly over.

The face reflected in the pupils is a glimpse beyond the vicissitudes of life.She smiled, and a flower of understanding faded from the corner of her mouth, then she took his hand and whispered: "The future you promised me, I will definitely dance all the best years for you. So, in this life, I wish Sing with you forever and ever."

The man nodded silently, his smooth forehead reflected the vicissitudes of his previous life.They should all recall everything about love and the fate of that chaos in the smoke.May this life be like an elegant lotus, graceful and delicate, blooming calmly, without competition or pursuit, and reincarnated quietly.

The author has something to say: It's finally over, please forgive me for my incompetence! !

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