Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 378 I fear it will be too late
The location of that tomb and tombstone is excellent.

It's right across from Gu's courtyard, just separated by a street.

As early as Wang Mang's period, all the houses around the Gu family courtyard were owned by the imperial court.

After all these years, although this street is still in use, the surrounding houses are not for sale, and there is no place to buy them.

Not to mention being able to build a tomb in a grand and prosperous area not far from the center of the imperial capital.

This has nothing to do with whether you have money or not. It is actually a bit outrageous.

Even in the metaphorical sense of a folk funeral, it is not auspicious. What's more, in a bustling city, or in a land like the imperial capital where every inch of land is precious, a tomb is built. How many dishes can you drink like this?

It is definitely not an ordinary person who can accomplish such a feat.

Shang Ben was talking about the Xia Dynasty's dramatic changes in heaven and earth. After noticing Gu Dan's gaze, he gradually stopped talking.

The two of them continued walking forward in silence.

All kinds of sounds came to my ears along the way: the sound of crutches hitting the ground, the sound of feet falling on the ground, the sound of rolling wheels, the sound of horses neighing, and the sounds of pedestrians talking, laughing and cursing on the road.
When you are in the mortal world, the world of mortals is rolling in, and it is full of human smoke and smoke.

Only the two sides have been sculpted by wind and rain, and the houses everywhere look a little dilapidated, obviously an era behind the prosperous imperial capital.

The roads are brand new and spacious, flat and smooth enough for people to drive by on horseback; the houses are dilapidated and simple, with the weather and rain leaving an indelible mark on them.

Pedestrians on the road were laughing and playing, full of vitality; but the houses on both sides were silent, quiet and peaceful.

During the more than a hundred years of the Xia Dynasty, these very different things came together so harmoniously that people felt they were separated.

This place has become an integral part of the Xia Dynasty.

"Since you left, the late emperor stipulated that this street can be repaired, but the houses on both sides of the road are not allowed to be built. Even if it cannot withstand the wear and tear of time, it can only be maintained, but cannot be demolished and rebuilt."

At this time, Shang spoke again, but it was an old friend he mentioned.

"Why is that so?"

Consultant.

"The late emperor was afraid that you would not be able to find your home when you come back."

Shang laughed.

Some places changed a lot during the Xia Dynasty.

But a lot of things haven't changed.

What has changed is life, what remains unchanged is the original intention since its establishment.

In the imperial capital of the Xia Dynasty, there were countless ambitious students eager to make achievements every day, countless celebrities and people with lofty ideals wanting to show their ambitions here, and countless merchants coming and going.

Countless people gathered here to bring vitality to the Xia Dynasty.

The old things are gradually passing away, tall buildings have been built, and the avenues are wide and broad. The people with their heads held high can proudly talk to everyone loudly, because they all belong to the Xia Dynasty. This is the greatest pride. Everyone in the Xia Dynasty proud.

The Xia Dynasty became more and more prosperous, and the imperial capital became more and more prosperous. Sometimes when merchants walking on the road, they would be in a trance for a moment, and even feel a little strange.

Apart from here, it is difficult to find the scenery of ten years ago in the imperial capital.

Not to mention it can remain unchanged for a hundred years?

Of course, change is not a bad thing. Countless people with lofty ideals have worked hard to make the people in the future live a better life.

However, in the midst of changes, it might as well leave something behind, a way home.

When people get old, it is always easy to miss the past.

Gu Dan didn't say anything. The late emperor in Shang's mouth should be Emperor Taiping, but he was not familiar with Emperor Taiping and had never met him a few times.

Just walking on this brand new avenue and looking at the old houses on both sides of the street, although it seems a little out of place with the surroundings, it can be called a unique scenery.

For those who are truly familiar with them, they can also evoke the deepest thoughts hidden in their hearts.

Gu Dan seemed to become more and more silent, and even his steps slowed down a lot.

But no matter how slow he was, the familiar houses still passed through his eyes one by one and fell behind him.

It didn't take too long for Gu Dan to finally reach the Gu family's courtyard, but he did not look at the Gu family's courtyard. Instead, he came to the tomb opposite the door and looked at a tombstone erected in front of the tomb.

[The Tomb of Xia Dynasty Prime Minister Cang]

Clear eyes noticed the writing on the tombstone.

The pen moves like a dragon and snake, vigorous and powerful, and the calligraphy is very good.

The stone tablet was a very simple bluestone tablet. According to the specifications of the Prime Minister of the Xia Dynasty, it was undoubtedly not suitable for his status. Even the tomb in front of him seemed extremely simple and simple, not worthy of boasting.

If the place where he stayed was not so shocking, this tomb would not look out of place in the wilderness.

"Prime Minister Cang chose a location here before his death and insisted on being buried here."

Shang walked behind Gu Dan, a step behind, and said softly: "The late emperor and I have tried to persuade him, but Prime Minister Cang refused to listen. Even this bluestone tablet and the words on it were done by himself."

"That bastard never even listens to my words."

Gu Dan cursed.

He still remembered that that little bastard Cang burned all the notes Mr. Ji left for him in order to keep the little girl warm. It was a heinous crime.

Also buried with him were the books he needed to study.

So Cang was hung on a willow tree and whipped.

Know that you are wrong and never change it.

"what"

Shang laughed softly and said: "Since you left, Prime Minister Cang has served as the Minister of Rites for nearly ten years. Together with Master Xun and I, he compiled the code of the Xia Dynasty, which was a great contribution to the country.

After that, Master Xun resigned to focus on Confucianism, so Prime Minister Cang also assumed the position of Prime Minister. He did not resign until two years before his death and lived here. "

Shang pointed to Cang's tomb.

Staying in the same place during life and after death can only be said to be worthy of being immortal.

"Two years after Prime Minister Cang took office, Master Xun left the Xia Dynasty and traveled around the country, while I founded Legalism. Prime Minister Cang is a disciple of Mozi, a senior brother of Master Xun, my teacher, and your descendant.

In his position as prime minister, he coordinated the conflicts between the temple, Mohism, Confucianism and Legalism. No matter what aspect, he had the say.

It was also because of Prime Minister Cang that no single family in the Xia Dynasty was dominant.Whether it is Mohism, Confucianism, Legalism or imperial power, as long as it can make the Xia Dynasty better, Prime Minister Cang will not have any concerns due to differences in sects and ideas, and no one can say that he is partial. "

Shang said slowly.

Although Cang is not very popular, he has a great status and is indeed talented.

He is Mo Qiu's disciple, Xun Ke's junior brother, Gu Dan's junior, and Shang's senior teacher.

Be it Confucianism, Mohism, or Dharma, even in temples, he has to be given some respect.

After Xun Ke also left the Xia Dynasty, no one was more suitable for the position of prime minister than Cang, no one else.

In addition to being criticized for his personal style, Cang really didn't give up on anything in business.

"Stop boasting, stop boasting, if you keep boasting, I'm afraid he will show me off in his dreams at night."

Gu Dan spat.

"Haha, that's not all."

Shang casually began to talk about Cang's dark history, "When Prime Minister Cang was in power, he loved prosperity, loved beauties, and had more than a hundred wives and concubines. He drank, drank, meat, and sang, and was so wild and wanton that people at the time were amazed. There were often people in the temple impeached for this. he.

In his later years, when he resigned from office, his teeth fell out, and he had difficulty swallowing food, he sucked human milk every day. He was over a hundred years old, and he was considered auspicious.

There was even a trend of cannibalism in the imperial capital. For a time, the imperial capital was called "Nanny Jingui", but it gave the late emperor a headache for a long time.

Before he got old, he held my hand and asked me if he could secretly change the history books. He didn't ask for much, as long as the "Nanny Jingui" thing was not passed down. "

"Haha."

Gu Dan also laughed and joked: "Then have you changed it?"

"History is a book, every word is indistinguishable, how can it be changed?"

Shang Gu spread his hands helplessly, "I just feel sorry for the late Emperor."

The two people were chatting and laughing in front of the tomb.

In any case, the person being mentioned cannot suddenly tear up the mound and denounce injustice.

The living can point fingers at the dead.

If you don't accept it, jump up and hit me!

Cang is probably convinced.

Because he didn't jump up.

"Prime Minister Cang has made others envious of him throughout his life."

In the end, Shang concluded this.I really envy others.

Mozi, Master Xun and Mr. Gu.

Those are all the most outstanding people among dragons and phoenixes.

But Cang was able to grow up beside these three people at the same time - at least he was taken care of.

Even the slightly inferior Qin Lisheng and Gong Shangguo, Cang also played with them by pulling their beards.

Countless heroes in the entire Xia Dynasty had their bodies trampled by Cang's feet. Apart from him, there was probably no other person who could have achieved such an achievement.

How many people want to see those names that are still unattainable despite the years, but it is extremely difficult, but to Cang, they are just ordinary things.

What kind of sage teacher, what kind of Confucian leader, what kind of guardian of the Xia Dynasty.

Didn't you still have to pee carefully for me back then?
But so.

Although Cang is very out of tune, it is this out of tune that is so enviable that his silver teeth can almost be chewed into pieces.

In the Xia Dynasty, anyone who looked at Prime Minister Cang's resume could not help but be jealous.

Even Emperor Qizhi once said: The life of Prime Minister Cang is rare in the world.

Is it rare to be really pale?
Or the environment in which Cang grew up!

No matter how talented you are, you can't accomplish anything in such an environment.

Not to mention Cang is not that unbearable. Apart from his somewhat eccentric personal style, he is not very groundbreaking in terms of talent and learning at best, but his strength is unquestionable.

The first two prime ministers of the Xia Dynasty were Gong Shangguo and Xun Ke.

How could someone who could take over really be a loser?
It’s just that ordinary people prefer to listen to the unobtrusive side of big figures. That is interesting and memorable.

As for what he did and what efforts he made when he was in power, ordinary people don't care that much.

Now everything is finalized, and future generations will have to say.

Gu Dan walked to the blue stone tablet.

The palm of his hand fell gently.

It feels cold to the touch.

No warmth at all.

The wind blows and the sun shines, the rain hits the snow.

The bluestone tablet is still clean, I guess someone wipes it from time to time.

But it is inevitable that there will still be some mottled traces of time imprinted on it, with a bit of the weight of time.

He won't speak again.

Never again.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s merit or fault.

At the end of the day, it is just a handful of loess, a tomb, and a stone tablet.

This is the proof that people have come to this world.

Gu Dan was speechless for a long time.

Cang was brought up by him personally.

The only one who was raised from infancy to adulthood.

To say that there is no emotion is to deceive oneself and others.

But he was no longer willing to go through the feeling of watching his descendants die and being helpless again and again.

Time is like a knife, the knife leaves no mark.

Just keep it in your heart.

So he didn't wait until he grew old, didn't wait until everything Xia Chao was familiar with was settled and irreversible, and he already walked towards the distance.

Maybe there will be a way further away.

but no.

The pain of life is nothing more than separation and death.

When revisiting the old place, which one is more fortunate or unfortunate, the invisible or the secret encounter?
Gu Dan doesn't know.

He has lived for many years, has seen the death of many people, and has known many people. They are all kinds of people, some are saints, some are heroes, some are seekers, some are enjoying themselves, and some are struggling. The liberated low-level monk
Those people's lives are different, but they always have the same destination.

Is this the greatest injustice or the greatest justice?

Gu Dan didn’t know either.

White and slender fingers gently rubbed the surface of the bluestone tablet.

In a daze, Gu Dan seemed to see a child waving to him. The little guy was so small, only as big as a few palms.

But soon, he grew up rapidly.

Children learning from babbling.

A boy who goes around causing trouble.

Then to the young people who start a family and start a career.

In the blink of an eye, he even looked "hateful".

The speed was so fast that Gu Dan was caught off guard and didn't even have time to say anything.

When Gu Dan came back to his senses, there was no baby in front of him, just a cold bluestone tablet.

There is a line of words devoid of emotion and warmth engraved on it.

It is left for later generations to identify.

"have a good rest."

Gu Dan said so.

He turned around and walked towards the Gu family courtyard.

Shang also followed.

He said softly: "Prime Minister Cang once told me that if I see you again, I hope I can bring you a message."

"what?"

Consultant.

"Don't close the door."

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Gu Dan stood in front of the door of the small courtyard.

The iron lock is covered with rust.

He reached out his hand, grasped the iron lock, and squeezed it gently.

The door that had been sealed for more than sixty years was opened again.

Not everything is business as usual.

The courtyard of the Gu family's courtyard was already covered with a layer of dust, as if the shadow of time had turned into a gauze, covering everything.

The long-lasting willow tree in the courtyard, which Gu Dan once replanted, has become dry and dilapidated, without any sign of life.

Trees also have their age and cannot withstand the passage of time.

Even the various exotic flowers and plants that Xiaoying had carefully planted on both sides of the wall courtyard have disappeared. Only some stains remain in the corners of the wall.

Yes, the more exotic flowers and plants are, the more they need careful care and maintenance.

Otherwise, you won't live long.

Without Xiaoying to take care of the yard, those flowers became neglected and withered sadly.

But amidst the decrepitude of the courtyard, there is still one place of vitality.

It was a flower in full bloom, as bright as the sun.

Its whole body is as bright red as fire and as crystal clear as glass. When it is in full bloom, it looks like the blazing sun falling on the earth, and its fragrance fills the garden.

In the midst of obsolescence and dilapidation, its beauty shines like a fairy plant left in the world.

Sunflower.

(End of this chapter)