Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 515 The Political Council: The Red Dust Refining the Heart (11)

"People in this world can already hear the movement of the dead, and the dead more than ten days ago should have dissipated, but they are still here." Zhan Changfeng pointed to the battlefield in front of him, "Look, they won't repeat the last Behavior, began to have another move."

At the place pointed by her, the heroic spirit of the soldier abandoned the spear and devoured another soul with a grim face.

These dead recorded the last moments of the battlefield, and now, order is chaotic.

"They're going to turn into ghosts." Yi Changsheng had doubts, whether someone was doing the pushing, or there was something wrong with the place itself.

It is impossible for everything to appear suddenly, and there should be clues before that.

It was getting dark, and they went to Shimenguan to rest first, and Yi Changsheng told Jin Xiu, "Go and ask where the most people have died in the past year, such as villages and towns."

Cangyan Mountain where Shimenguan is located, almost all the villages are built on the mountain, hidden behind green trees and clouds, and communication is extremely closed. It is not easy to find news about them, but because of the war, most of them moved out and left. At Shimen Pass, there are signs of some news.

"Three months ago, there were many casualties in the northern foothills of Cangyan Mountain. I found a villager who stayed in the army as a cook. I asked him the details, but he was vague and frightened. After questioning, he said," Jin Xiu paused. Suddenly, "He said that the dead went away quietly, with bruises all over their bodies, their eyes not closed, and there was a look of fear."

Yi Changsheng thought about it, "Most of them were scared out of Shimen Pass. Fang Chiu."

She only called out her name in the second half of the sentence, and one of the two rows of guards outside the house stepped out, "What are your orders, Your Highness?"

"Give me a message for Yuan Jue, and ask him to come over with me before noon tomorrow." Fang Zuo replied, "This subordinate will do it now."

Fang chiseled a book, flying pigeons into the dark sky without stars and moons, thinking to himself, brother, we are doing business, but having said that, it is very easy for His Highness to summon the enemy who was against him just now.

Flying pigeons landed on the window sill of the hut in the forest. There was a fire in this hut, with buckskin bear heads hanging on the wall, and tools such as animal traps and shovels piled up in the corner, like the Orion’s temporary residence on the mountain. place.

After careful positioning, this hut is also on the Cangyan Mountains, but it is at the east foot where few people can climb, directly facing the Qianren Wall.

The light from the fire shines through the window, climbs over the verandah, and climbs over the railing, reflecting a bright spot in which fine snow flutters and dances.There is no wind here, and there is not much snow. Maybe the ancient trees are too tall and dense, or maybe it is because of good Fengshui.

The place with good feng shui is suitable for Yiren to watch the snow from the fence.

Sui Qinghan stood in the coldness next to the light, as if he was looking at the snow, and seemed to be in a daze aimlessly, his eyes had no specific focus, until an unexpectedly fat and swollen pigeon landed on the window sill and jumped a few feet , flew up to the railing at her hand again, and her two paws left dirty marks on the bright white paved with thin snow, then slipped and fell into the grass outside the porch.

"Yuanjue, your flying pigeon."

"My temple doesn't use flying pigeons, the benefactor must have made a mistake." A voice came from inside the house, "It's for the benefactor."

Sui Qinghan said categorically, "Xuanyin Palace cannot raise such stupid pigeons."

Yuanjue had no choice but to come out to pick up the pigeon struggling in the grass, twist out the note, lean on the window sill to read the content, and said after a while, "The prince invites the poor monk to get rid of the ghost."

Sui Qinghan looked aloof, as if he hadn't heard anything, Yuanjue squeezed the note, "Is the enmity between you two still there?"

"Never mind."

"The poor monk had misunderstood her before, but now it has been resolved. As a matter of fact, the poor monk believes that her governance of the world is no worse than Xu Weixian, and she is a wise person in her bones." Yuanjue said neither happy nor sad, " Don't be attached to the donor, it will be of no benefit to oneself."

"It has nothing to do with this." Sui Qinghan flipped his hands and put on the bamboo hat, "Don't forget what happened in seven days."

Qingying entered the cold forest, only to see no trace of snow, Yuanjue recited a Buddha's name, replied to the letter, and left.

As light as a swallow, walking around like a snake, it arrived at the place the prince had complained about at noon.

It was a village, and the houses were arranged in the shape of a mountain, like crops next to each other on terraced fields.It’s just that the space is too lonely. Yuanjue walks along the old stone steps between the wooden houses on both sides. Wherever the wind blows from the hall, a door that is not closed is opened and closed back and forth, and it adds a touch of excitement to the emptiness. It's weird that people's hairs stand on end.

"Master!" There was a loud shout from the fork in the distance, and the tower-like man waved his hands, "Your Highness is waiting for you up there."

Yuanjue held the demon pestle in his hand and walked towards him, "Dare to ask the benefactor, what happened here."

"Master!" The man shouted and waved his hands, "His Highness is waiting for you up there."

Yuanjue's pace remained unchanged, and the white cassock occasionally flashed golden light under the morning light. He was chanting the Heart Sutra, and struck the ground heavily with the magic pestle in his hand, and the phantom dissipated in the wind.

The benefactor Fang Chiu is a stubborn guy, how can he be called Master Poor Monk.Yuanjue looked at the fork, where the houses were at different heights, and the path went up and down, all the way back and forth. He didn't think about looking for the prince, but thought that since the phantom pointed the way specially, he might as well take a look, maybe Can detect the source of the anomaly.

It seems that no one has lived here for a long time. Even the meat hanging in front of the house has dried and changed color, and it is wrinkled and black. There are also racks for drying clothes, one end resting on a wooden fork, the other end poked in the mud, and a few pieces of clothing are scattered. It fell to the ground like faded rags.

Yuan Jue knew clearly that it looked decayed.

"What did the monk see?"

The sound of indifference came, Yuanjue looked back, and saw Yi Changsheng outside the fence of the small courtyard on the old gray steps.

That person was wearing a rare white robe, with mountains, rivers and rivers embroidered into dark patterns, gold and silver threads as the sun and moon, and a sapphire hairpin crowning his hair, looking down at him from a high position, making people feel for no reason that the clouds and mist of ancient and modern times can't overwhelm her for a moment. Peerless elegance.

Yuanjue clasped his hands together, "Things without an owner are easy to wither."

"Sanyue, why is it so bad?" Yi Changsheng strolled towards a small path, Zhan Changfeng said, "It's too quiet here, I can't hear any sound, if it wasn't for the ghost hitting the wall just now, I really thought it was just empty village."

She knew that this trip was not easy, so she only brought along two people, Jin Xiufang, who also knew that what they might encounter could not be solved by force, so they carefully observed the surroundings, and only nodded to Yuanjue, Not a word.

Yuan Jue didn't say much, and followed them silently in this empty village.

They chose to enter the village at noon when the sun was the strongest, but they didn't know whether it was because of the end of winter or the beginning of spring or in the mountains. exact cause.

Yi Changsheng only knew that there must be a big ghost hiding here, watching them in the dark, and according to the degree of confusion of the ghost hitting the wall, this ghost is still within the range that can be dealt with.

Suddenly, Jin Xiu, who was exploring the way ahead, shouted, "Your Highness, there is cooking smoke."

The faces of the people suddenly became strange, and they stepped on the high ground where he was and looked, and indeed there were eight or nine families in the distance halfway up the mountain, and the roofs were also emitting smoke.

Fang Chiu said, "Could it be that there are still people who haven't moved away."

"Look and see."

(End of this chapter)