Holy Bone

Chapter 119 When a fake is true, it is true and false, and when the true is false, it is also true (5k chapters, please subscribe and ask for a monthly ticket)
"I've answered your question."

"To be fair, it's your turn to answer my question now."

Facing Jin An's words.

Mr. Yiyun doesn't bother to be a dishonest person who doesn't keep his word.

So, Mr. Yiyun under the night moon organized his words a little bit, and then answered Jin An's question.

"I don't know why Mr. Jin'an has misunderstood my way of painting skin. Mr. Jin'an must have heard of the primordial spirit coming out of his body, right?"

"Actually, the way of painting the skin that I practice is the technique of distracting the primordial spirit."

"I can distract dozens or hundreds of souls, and control dozens or hundreds of painted skins at the same time."

"And I just need to find a body that can distract my soul, but this body must be a yang body, not the ghostly painted skin in Mr. Jin'an's heart."

"Only the Yang Body Painted Skin can nourish my Yuanshen distracted mind all the time, so that my Yuanshen distracted mind can move freely even in the hot sun during the day when it hurts the Yuanshen out of the body the most."

"As for how to cultivate the yang body painted skin, it involves many secrets, and it is inconvenient to disclose it to Mr. Jin'an here."

Mr. Yiyun did not hide Jin'an.

She spoke the truth.

After Jin An listened, his eyes looked thoughtful.

"Young Master Yiyun hasn't answered my other question yet. Were all the members of County Magistrate Zhang's family killed by you?"

This time Mr. Yiyun didn't answer Jin An's question right away, he was silent at first, then exhaled like an orchid, and said: "Mr. Jin An, do you not trust me as a person?"

"Still think I'm a witch who kills without blinking an eye?"

Jin An shook his head lightly: "I believe it."

"As early as a month ago, Mr. Yiyun and Qibo were willing to pick up a stranger with me that night, so I trusted Mr. Yiyun and Qibo."

"But after Mr. Yiyun answered, I became more enlightened."

"If the thoughts are not clear, everything will not go well, so there will always be a gap between me and Mr. Yiyun."

Mr. Yiyun smiled.

The smile was beautiful and flawless, and the smile bloomed like a god: "It seems that Qibo and I saved a white-eyed wolf for nothing that day."

"Help?" Jin An frowned.

In an instant, Jin An read out many of the messages.

"It's a long story, it's better to go into the study and have a long talk." Mr. Yiyun looked into Jin An's eyes.

Jin An's eyes were open and aboveboard, and he said without hesitation, "Okay."

Looking at Jin An who didn't hesitate, his eyes were open and bright, Mr. Yiyun smiled again.

This shows that Jin An is indeed not lying.

Definitely trust her.

Not the hypocrites who say one thing and say another.

And trust is the foundation of everything.

Afterwards, Mr. Yiyun and Qi Bo walked in front.

Jin An followed behind.

The three walked into the study.

But just as Mr. Yiyun stepped over the threshold and entered the study, suddenly, like an electric shock, she shrank her right hand sharply, and then the fake young man turned his head and stared at Jin'an with some embarrassment.

"what are you doing?"

Mr. Yiyun was covering his right hand with his left hand. At this moment, his right hand still felt a little burning and tingling. When he saw the tip of his middle finger, it was slightly burning red.

It turned out that just now, with Mr. Yiyun walking ahead, when he crossed the threshold and his arms swayed a bit, Jin An took the opportunity to hold Mr. Yiyun's fingertips with the internal energy of the Black Mountain Kung Fu.

Jin An frowned, and asked without answering, "Mr. Yiyun's body is also painted skin?"

"Why doesn't Mr. Yiyun show his true colors?"

Mr. Yiyun glared at Jin An in embarrassment. Jin An's frivolous behavior just now completely disregarded whether men and women would accept or not kiss. The smell of red moon rouge powder sent by a breeze in the same place.

Was Jin An really a jerk just now?

dizzy?
Deliberately holding the hand of the opposite sex?
Of course not.

The experience tonight was really unimaginable. Who would have thought that there was no living person in Zhang County Magistrate's residence in the backyard of the yamen.

It's all painted skin people!
Therefore, Jin An really wanted to know if the young master Yiyun in front of him was just a fish skin?But who knows, the young master Yiyun in front of him is still not a real person.

and many more.

The Jin'an people were taken aback.

If the young master Yiyun in front of him is not a real person, then wouldn't it mean that what the old Taoist said can't be true when he looks at Mr. Yiyun?

——Mr. Yiyun's forehead is black, which means that both his parents died, and he died in vain, not because he died at the end of his life.

——Children's palace is faintly gray and black, encroaching on the foreheads of the parents' heaven, indicating that the parents died in vain, and they are inseparable from Yiyun.

In Jin An's mind, he remembered these two sentences that the old Taoist had talked with him in private.

……

Young Master Yiyun seemed to be swearing her sovereignty, and after entering the study, he sat straight on the magistrate Zhang's chair.

If this Grand Master's Chair is in the Yamen, it must be a high-quality official to sit on it, representing the largest official in Chang County and the top leader in Chang County.

If it is placed in the backyard, it is a symbol of the head of the family.

However, at this moment, Jin An didn't expect this, because he suddenly said another surprising sentence: "Young Master Yiyun, your painted skin shouldn't be fish skin, right?"

"Young Master Yiyun, don't rush to deny it. I can still smell it with my nose."

Just now, when Jin An burned Mr. Yiyun's fingertips with the Black Mountain Kungfu internal energy, the scalding smell that wafted up at that moment was different from what he smelled on the magistrate Zhang, the magistrate's wife, and the guards.

Mr. Yiyun didn't hide anything, and directly admitted: "This painted skin is indeed human skin."

"Oh." Jin An just nodded flatly.

This time, Mr. Yiyun was a little confused, and he was a little at a loss. This reaction seems a little too plain like water?

Seemingly seeing the question in Mr. Yiyun's heart, Jin An took the initiative to explain this time: "As I said before, Mr. Yiyun and Qi Bo saved my life. Since I chose to trust Mr. Yiyun , you will no longer question Mr. Yiyun. Just like a philosophy of life that the old Taoist once taught me, "Everyone has their own secrets in their hearts. To be a human being, you don't have to be serious about everything, and you don't have to ask the bottom line. It's rare to be confused once in a human being."

Mr. Yiyun's eyes showed strangeness and approval: "Chen Daochang is indeed a strange person."

Next, Mr. Yiyun began to talk about the whole story in detail.

"The trumpet urn, the Yin gathering place, and the coffin temple. It is said that the coffin temple is the legendary cornucopia. Unfortunately, the cornucopia is not in the coffin temple. The seal of the coffin temple has already been broken by someone."

"Because of Mr. Jin'an's benevolent heart, the words he said when he bowed to the victims in the coffin temple, 'good people shouldn't suffer', made me and Qi Bo feel emotional, so I planned to help Mr. Jin'an a handful."

"Jin'an should know all about what happened later. Mr. Jin'an boarded my carriage and entered Chang County."

"Originally, I thought that after the farewell that day, you and I would never meet again in the future. Unexpectedly, fate is unpredictable. The inn where Mr. Jin'an stayed happened to be the place where Qi Bo and I stayed. Where Taoists live."

"In a flash of a thousand years, it's rare to have a chance... So I pushed the boat along the way and let Mr. Jin'an 'chance encounter' the relics left by Taoist Wu Zang."

"Mr. Jin'an, if you must ask me why I have helped you so many times, it can be understood as the 'good people should not suffer' that you paid homage to the deceased father and son in the coffin temple. Qi Bo and I saw the bright future in you." Reasonable, with a sage attitude of distinguishing black and white, you will not think that just because this person is an evil spirit, a corpse, or a painted skin, you will think that they all want to harm people, and sweep them into heresy and treat them as aliens. And there is another The reason is that I don’t like to owe favors to others, even if it’s just a box of Hongyue Rouge that was given to me by Mr. Jin’an that day, I don’t like to owe others, so it’s considered that I’ve paid off the favor.”

This is what is often referred to as good luck.

kind of good fortune.

Good fruit.

Where there is a cause, there is an effect.

The causal cycle has its own divine will.

After listening to Mr. Yiyun's explanation, Jin An decided that tomorrow he would go to the rouge powder shop to find the boss who forcibly sold him rouge that day.

This time he wanted to buy ten boxes of Hongyue Rouge in one go.

Then he must lick Mr. Yiyun hard, even if he licks hard on the knife head, even if he licks hard only once, the deal will definitely be worth it.
That was a favor from Mr. Yiyun.

Mr. Yiyun's identity is unusual at first glance. A person who can learn the six arts of Confucian scholars "ritual, music, archery, imperial, calligraphy, and mathematics" will be either rich or expensive.

"So, none of the people I ran into that night a month ago were alive?" Several black lines hung down Jin An's forehead.

Mr. Yiyun smiled happily.

Schadenfreude laughing.

At this time, Qi Bo, who was standing aside, finally recovered from the unforgettable memories of his youth, Qi Bo couldn't hide a trace of sadness in the corner of his eyes, and then looked at Jin An with sympathy.

This Mr. Jin'an has a firm mind and is different from ordinary people. If he were to change to ordinary people, he might be frightened into a fool that night.

"Then what happened to Zhang County Magistrate's family?"

Mr. Yiyun didn't answer right away, but asked Jin An back: "Mr. Jin'an thinks that such a big matter as Qingqianliu and the secret possession of gunpowder by the people, how long can they be kept hidden with the ability of the people alone?"

Jin An frowned upon hearing this.

The truth behind Mr. Yiyun's words is intriguing.

Mr. Yiyun continued to talk: "Mr. Jin'an should have read the letter sent by the owner of the incense and candle shop to Taoist Wu Zang, right? I have read that letter, and Qi Bo has also read it."

"Even the owner of the incense and candle shop traced the clues of the cornucopia all by himself, and he was able to trace it to Chang County. Does Mr. Jin'an think that there is only one force in this world who is chasing the clues of the cornucopia? Others would not have found it a few years earlier, or even ten years earlier. Is there a clue that the cornucopia appeared in Chang County?"

ten years ago?
Jin An's scalp tingled slightly. What happened that night ten years ago?
"Since you, Mr. Yiyun, have replaced County Magistrate Zhang's family, where is Mr. Zhang now?" Jin An asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

Mr. Yiyun glanced at Jin An.

Her tone was calm, and she said lightly as if she was just playing with a light feather: "According to the laws of the Kangding Kingdom, corrupting the law and corrupting the law exceeds 60 taels of silver..."

"Its crime should be punished."

Jin An was taken aback.

Kill the imperial court official?

What kind of background is this Mr. Yiyun? Isn't she afraid of being sentenced to death by the court of Kang Dingguo and wanted by the whole country?
Perhaps this is the reason why Taoist Five Viscera saw the aura of scholarly fame in Young Master Yiyun when he used the qi-watching technique?Are there Confucian scholars with fame... Jin An frowned.

Here Jin An is still trying to digest tonight's conversation in his heart.

Young Master Yiyun at the other end was not in a hurry to continue, but waited for a while, thinking that Jin An should have almost digested the content of the conversation, and continued to speak.

"Not long after I came to Chang County, I found that the county magistrate Zhang had already colluded with some evil people, bought them, and secretly helped them find the cornucopia. When the shamans and paper piercers failed to find the cornucopia in the Trumpet Urn Coffin Temple, they again I set my sights on the thousand-year-old sacred tree Qingqianli in Wenwu Temple in Chang County, thinking that the cornucopia was buried under the tree, and secretly hid gunpowder in order to blow up the Qingcaria and dig out the cornucopia."

"But they are all wrong. There is no cornucopia in Wenwu Temple in Chang County."

"I replaced County Magistrate Zhang. Originally, I wanted to use Monk Pu Zhi as a bait to catch the Yin Assassin and the paper piercer who were behind the scenes, but I didn't expect Mr. Jin'an to kill Monk Pu Zhi first."

"Cornucopia, what kind of treasure is that? It's really worth fighting for so many people, and so many innocent people died."

"Ten years ago, what kind of accident happened to the green papaya willow? Why did the green papaya willow become miraculous overnight, and the bronze leaves turned into brass leaves overnight?"

"Why did Mr. Yiyun say that the green willow can't be blown up?"

Tonight, Jin An has too many doubts in his mind.

The more Mr. Yiyun explained, the more questions he had in his mind, and it took some time to digest.

The candles in the study were still crackling and burning, the night outside was pitch black and thick, but the inside was brightly lit, forming a sharp and strange black and white boundary.

In this silent atmosphere, Young Master Yiyun breathed out lightly, and his expression changed to a serious one.

"It's a bit complicated to say, let's start with that one-night surprise ten years ago."

"The green willow ten years ago has not been miraculous overnight. It is just an ordinary green willow with strong incense in the local area."

"Everyone enshrines the Qingqian willow in the Wenwu Temple, and the incense burns continuously every year. It seems that the status of the Qingqian willow in Chang County is comparable to that of the two saints of Wenwu, and even in Changxian, the status of the two saints of Wenwu is even lower. Not as good as a 'dead log' that won't move."

"Among the folks in Chang County, there is a legend about Qingqian Liu. It is said that thousands of years ago, a few ancient dynasties, there was a great Confucian in Chang County. He was not only knowledgeable but also good at riding and shooting. In order to expel foreign invasion, He died in battle. So the local people in Chang County built a Wenwu Temple specially for this great Confucian, in order to commemorate this great Confucian who was capable of writing and martial arts, and died in battle. as long as."

"In Changxian County, where the terrain is open, there is running water, and people are popular, they selected a blessed site, built a temple, and planted a willow tree. At that time, the willow tree was still a sun tree."

"But all of this was accidentally broken by a single person at a Qingming temple fair ten years ago."

"That man, standing under the willow, looked at the willow with branches and leaves, luxuriant branches and leaves, standing upright for thousands of years and still not falling down. He didn't burn incense and worship the willow like others, Offering incense... His face did not show pious prayers like others, praying for high school in Wenju and Wuju in the coming year... Instead, he scolded the treacherous people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, betraying the country for glory, and letting foreigners burn, kill and loot, but they still have face Build a temple for yourself, set up a tablet of chastity for yourself, and let the world praise you for dying in battle, preferring death to surrender, and whitewashing treacherous people as high-spirited Confucianism. Other people's treacherous ministers are notorious for thousands of years, but you deceive the world and steal your name, and the more you live, the more you look like a saint."

"I don't know if Mr. Jin'an has heard of an idiom called "All mouths make gold" Facts', the false can become true, the black can be washed into white, and a deer can be a horse."

"When there was a lot of word of mouth, even I heard a lot. In the end, even I believed that I was a high-spirited Confucian who drove out foreign invasion and died in battle. As the saying goes, the false is true when it is true, and the true is false when it is false.”

"I don't know if Mr. Jin'an has heard of another idiom, which is called "drinking the stick at the head". On that day, drinking the stick at the head woke up the floating dream that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and the dreamer was awakened by a single word!"

"So that night, the green papaya willow was miraculous all night, and the green was clean, but the green leaves turned into turbid yellow leaves overnight, so that the willow tree that was supposed to be built on the blessed site turned into a man-eating shade overnight. Wooden willow tree. Just like how he was greedy for life and afraid of death thousands of years ago, betrayed the country for glory, ate the flesh and blood of the people and used the bones of the people to forge the glory and wealth of two dynasties of his own. Transformation, the nature is hard to change."

Unexpectedly, there are so many secrets involved in this, Jin An was surprised when he heard it.

No wonder he came out of his body that night, and what he saw was a great Confucian who was upright and strong, but behind him grew a thousand-year-old evil tree that was incensed by thousands of people during the day, but devoured people at night!
During the day, it is a normal Yang coin, and at night it is a Yin coin that can slowly absorb people's three souls and seven souls!
Both true and false.

It is also yang and yin.

Who is the loyalty of a scholar?Bone decay should still exist in this thought.

Now that Jin An was chewing on these words again, his mood was completely different.

Loyalty, a scholar who deceived the world and stole his name, changed history, and then passed it on from word to mouth for thousands of years, and turned it into a golden tree, but grew a thousand-year-old evil tree that cannibalize people!

(End of this chapter)