Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 208 207. Do you like this scenery?
When Lord Huqiu walked out of the door, the well-dressed man had already prepared his chariot and horses at some point.

Seeing her coming out, he took out the horse stool and invited her into the car.

After Li Shilang, who didn't say a word, got into the car, the man looked at the door again.

There was some confusion in his eyes.

After thinking about it, he asked:
"My lord, that Daoist..."

"He's not with us. Just go."

The man was a little surprised, and asked in a low voice:
"He refused my lord?"

Inside the carriage, leaning on the soft bed, the corners of the mouth of the woman who had taken off her bamboo hat at some point rose slightly.

"It's good to refuse. If you don't refuse, there will be one less interesting person in this world. Let's go."

"..."

The man stared at the door of the small courtyard, and finally sat on the crossbar.

Pull the reins:

"drive."

The wheels rolled away and disappeared into the night.

……

Li Zhen rested in the small courtyard that night.

And after seeing a well in the courtyard, he took a shower.

Although he didn't know who owned this small courtyard, but after more than ten days of eating and sleeping in the open, he finally slept soundly and peacefully.

Then at dawn the next day, he led the horse and set foot on the road to Beimang again.

I walked in Jiangzhou for one day, then went south all the way, and walked for another day.

Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, he saw the capital in the snowstorm.

I also saw the Beiman Mountain outside Luoyang City.

In fact, Beiman is not just a mountain.

From a geographical point of view, it belongs to the Qinling Mountains.

And Luoyang City was built in the basin below it.

At the foot of the mountain, the Luo River and the Yellow River diverge and cross.

In terms of feng shui, it is the best soil.

But Li Zhen looked at it from a distance, and the first thing to remove was the magnificent Cuiyun Peak on the mountain.

It's not that he can't go.

But too noisy.

Too many people is always bad for the dead.

So he wanted to choose a place with a good view.

The kind that can see the Yellow River.

So he quickened his pace, turned around and started walking along the Yellow River.

Walking around, I saw a mountain peak.

Not too high, not too low.

But the scenery is very good.

Then he led the horse to the direction of the mountain.

As expected, just after walking for a while, he was stopped by a group of patrolling soldiers.

To be honest, Li Zhen really hates the tricks of pretending to be slapped in the face.

So the moment he was stopped, he took out the waist card from his bag.

And the effect is really immediate.

Although I don't know what kind of route Mr. Huqiu is in this capital, but from the respectful expressions mixed with the accident of this group of soldiers, it can be understood that Mr. Huqiu is definitely not a simple figure in Luoyang.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, thank you all military masters."

Looking at the way they got out of the way, Li Zhen thanked them.

But the soldiers cast their eyes on the awkward-looking boxes behind the old horse, and after a few glances, the leader among them shouted:
"Daoist, if you want to bury someone, you must be sure. There are many tombs in this mountain, don't bury them in a murderous place, it will be bad for future generations."

Li Zhen clasped his hands together:

"Thank you, Master."

Then continue climbing.

And that group of soldiers didn't say anything more, and continued to patrol.

……

Leaving the old horse at the foot of the mountain, he put on the cloth bag of the rucksack and started walking up the mountain with a piece of wood without words in his hand.

Along the way, he saw many magnificent tombs that had been repaired.

Although he is not a professional tomb robber, these tombs look quite new.

Presumably it is also the tomb of some princes and grandchildren.

Thus, the chanting sounded.

Think of it as saying hello to the neighbors.

All the way up the mountain, all the way to search.

Finally, in the evening, he found a suitable place.

He doesn't know Feng Shui.

But there are trees here.

Can't tell good from bad.

But when using Yu step, Dishanqian lights up, not above the fierce position.

The hexagram of the middle.

so so.

But you can see the scenery of the Yellow River.

He thinks the scenery is pretty good.

Here it is.

The golden light in his hand gradually rose and turned into a shovel.

Following his thoughts, when he shoveled it down, it was a handful of dirt.

In an instant, he dug out a square tomb that was three times wide, six long and one deep.

Looking at the tomb in front of him, he felt a little blocked in his heart.

Head hurts a bit too.

After taking a deep breath, he suppressed the discomfort forcibly.He finally took down the five wooden boxes.

After jumping off the pits, one by one, they turned over again.

The ashes of three people, the relics of two people.

Although it was several thousand taels of gold, he didn't leave a cent behind.

When we get there... we need money too.

Start landfill.

After a while, a grave mound appeared.

He finally picked up the plank.

Put your hands on the board.

But my hands were trembling, and I couldn't write any more.

Looking from afar, the Taoist priest's shoulders were shaking constantly.

After a while, there was an action to wipe the board.

Then, the Taoist's finger was placed on the wooden board again, and after a few strokes of outline, it was inserted directly in front of the mound.

Two lines of writing on the tombstone.

"Xiahe, Ningshuang, oriole."

"Qie Mo, Shou Chu, Li Zhen."

Nothing else.

He doesn't want to write too much.

enough.

He thought they would understand.

Then, he took out a handful of millet from the cloth bag, cleared the snow off the ground, and lit it with a torch.

The green smoke of millet rises slowly.

Li Zhen sat down in front of the tombstone, his eyes dull.

Then, speaking to himself:

"The scenery here is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Did you see that river? The Yellow River. Is it wide?"

"Do you know where this is? It is Beimang. Born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in Beimang, have you heard of it?"

"I don't know if you like it or not."

"But I've been trapped in Pegasus City for a lifetime, and the beautiful mountains and rivers here are always better than that place, right?"

"There are dragon veins protecting you."

"Let me tell you, Qinling is a magical place... Wait until you have time, and I will tell you a story about Captain Mo Jin when you have time."

"..."

Speaking of this, he threw a handful of millet into the fire.

Then he took out a gourd of wine from Great Liang from the cloth bag.

"This gourd wine is reserved for you. It's a pity... I was in a hurry to leave Pegasus City. But I don't think you guys like the wine in Pegasus City. So... try this."

Little by little the wine spilled into the snow.

When he took the last sip, Li Zhen raised his head and drank it down.

"Ha~"

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

The Taoist robe looks dirty.

But there was a clean smile on his face.

Looking beyond the grave mound, he looked at the river of dragon veins mixed with ice and water under the setting sun.

"It's beautiful... isn't it?"

There was another murmur.

The Taoist continued to laugh.

But there was more pain in his eyes.

A real pain.

It was as if a fiery long needle had been pierced into his mind right now.

Acid, numbness, swelling, pain.

But he continued to laugh.

From the evening, I kept a clean smile until the long night came after the millet was burned.

The Yellow River disappears.

Turn into a black dragon.

The Taoist finally couldn't resist the pain in his head, and fell to the ground.

Just before his consciousness turned into darkness, he was still thinking...

You guys...will definitely like it, right?

(End of this chapter)