Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 105 Blue and White Notes (1)
Like all the people who have been dazzled by the violent anger... or the bowl, Xiao Qinghua just started, patronizing and hating, hating thoroughly, hating with gnashing of teeth, hating until the situation changed, and the mountains and the mountains and the sky and the earth merged.

Of course, Xiao Qinghua's hatred is not simply roaring, grabbing the ground with her head, hitting a wall with her fist, or smashing a boulder in her chest. Its hatred contains many imaginations, and these imaginations can be summed up in one sentence: How should Zhan Zhao die?
Xiao Qinghua designed the following drama for Zhan Zhao.

Walking articles.

For example, Zhan Zhao was walking on the road when suddenly a stone flew from the sky...

For another example, Zhan Zhao was walking on the road when suddenly there was thunder in midair...

Another example is that Zhan Zhao was walking on the road when a big hole suddenly opened in the ground...

Diet articles.

For example, Zhan Zhao was drinking water when he suddenly coughed violently, his eyes were red, and finally he was declared dead...

For another example, Zhan Zhao was eating fish when suddenly a fishbone got stuck in his throat, his face turned blue first and then purple. Mr. Gongsun shook his head repeatedly and sighed, "Students are incompetent."

Another example, Zhan Zhao was gnawing steamed buns, suddenly choked and unable to breathe, there was no tea on the table, the well water in a radius of [-] miles was dry and the river was silted up, the sky would kill you...

Sleep articles.

For example, Zhan Zhao was sleeping soundly, when suddenly an assassin broke in, swung a ghost-headed sword, the light of the sword flashed, and the blood splashed on the high wall...

Another example, when Zhan Zhao was sleeping, suddenly an assassin broke in, carrying a string of hemp rope in his hand, wrapping it around Zhan Zhao's neck one way to the left, one way to the right, and another way to the right, and then exerted force on his wrist, so he pulled it...

For another example, Zhan Zhao was meeting Zhou Gong, when an assassin broke in suddenly, hugged a pillow in his arms, covered Zhan Zhao's mouth and nose tightly, kicked Zhan Zhao wildly, and finally died...

There are other ways of death full of Xiao Qinghua's creativity: bitten by snakes, chased by dogs, pecked by chickens, stumbled into a ditch, poisoned by various incurable poisons, infected with epidemics, killed by ghosts, etc. Scared to death alive, watched to death by onlookers like Pan An, dying of insomnia for many years due to lack of sleep, dying of anorexia, dying of malnutrition, dying of dystocia (uh, Xiao Qinghua, Zhan Zhao does not have this function), dying of personality Died from division, died from overwork and the court did not issue subsidies, went to the desert to handle a case and encountered a sandstorm, went to the beach to handle a case and encountered a tornado, stayed in Kaifeng and suffered an earthquake and the house where only Zhan Zhao lived was collapsed...

To sum it up, it is almost possible to publish a complete record of death, and when we turned the pages, we couldn't help sighing: Mr. Zhan, how recited are you...

However, we must admit that proper masturbation can help alleviate the anxiety and boredom of the party concerned, and save the party concerned from the inextricable anger and pain.

Therefore, Zhan Zhao's various misfortunes, accompanied by Xiao Qinghua's tearful self-paralysis and silly laughter, passed the most difficult first stage, which we call: madness of hatred.

Little Blue Flower is not an ordinary bowl, it is a bowl with brains and qualities, so when its hot head cools down a little, it begins to realize that the implementation of the revenge plan is far away.

Although it has ideology and personality and is a leader in the bowl, it has no power, no network of relationships, and fights alone, without a backer—to be precise, the backer has fallen.So in the duel with Zhan Zhao, it has no chance of winning.

It doesn't work hard, its swordsmanship is not good, its logical thinking ability is weak, and its brain structure is simple. But these are not fatal to Zhan Zhao.The only possibility it can do is to mobilize all the bowls in the world, let them kill themselves when Zhan Zhao is eating, and let Zhan Zhao starve to death without any utensils to serve food—but Zhan Zhao can eat finger food.

After a few more days of struggling and suffering like this, when the temperature of its head gradually dropped to normal, it suddenly felt: In fact, Zhan Zhao was not to blame for everything.

Of course, no matter what, Zhan Zhao must be responsible.This kind of responsibility was considered by Xiao Qinghua to be 80.00% at the beginning, then 50.00%, then [-]%, all the way down in a curve.On that cold and windy night when the value dropped to [-]%, Little Qinghua suddenly felt that Zhan Zhao was actually a pitiful person, so she burst into tears and chanted a famous sentence through the ages to the bright moon in the sky: "The same is the end of the world. , Why should we know each other when we meet again?"

Frustrated and heartbroken (if it has intestines), think about it, there is nothing to love in life, it is better to be clean and clean, and cover up the wind with a piece of pure land.

Therefore, Xiao Qinghua decided to... die for love!
Of course, Xiao Qinghua's literary quality has always been poor, and the word "sacrifice for love" is as clumsy as the original "Nie Yuan", but it doesn't matter, as long as the meaning is understood, you just need to understand.

This is the second stage. When the dream comes into reality, some people start to wake up and decide to live an ordinary life of daily necessities and squatting on the Internet.

After deciding to die for love, Xiao Qinghua embarked on her own suicide plan.

How can one die in a beautiful, romantic, heroic, soul-stirring, loyal, and decent way, which will be passed on by future generations and will last forever?

Its first attempt was self-immolation.

The site was chosen in Duanmu Caolu. It felt that the choice of this location was very meaningful, which witnessed the deep love between it and Duanmucui.It brought a lot of petals, pine needles and leaves, spread out a soft flower bed in the thatched cottage, and wrote an elegiac couplet for itself.

The first couplet is: To repay the kindness of knowing and encountering awe-inspiring death
The second line is: Renewing the relationship between master and servant is only in Huangquan
Hengpi: Die for the Lord without complaint or regret

After finishing writing, Xiao Qinghua was filled with emotions, as the saying goes, wisdom and love will lead to death, and she never thought that a generation of talents would die tonight.

It wandered in the thatched cottage for the last time, bid farewell to the familiar plants and trees with tears in its eyes, and after calmly lighting the fire, crossed its hands and chest, and lay peacefully on the flower bed.

The fire burned more and more intensely, peeling and peeling, the tongue of fire swallowed, and the flames reflected in the sky.At the moment when the whole thatched hut was engulfed by the fire, we heard a howl like a slaughtered pig, and the little blue flower flew out like an arrow (because the whole body was burnt black, it looked like a bowl) Shaped briquettes), jumped into the stream under the Duanmu Bridge with a plop.

Half an hour later, Xiao Qinghua landed in a dog-planing style.

It is true that this attempt to end his life ended in failure, but Xiao Qinghua was not discouraged.Half a month later, on a moonlit night, it evaded the city gate guards and climbed up the city wall of Kaifeng.

This is a night that is very suitable for suicide. The wind blows, and the dense forest outside the city whimpers, like a group of ghosts crying at night.Little Blue Flower moved its slender legs, and moved a little closer to the edge of the city wall, and then a little, and then a little.

It looked down quietly, then quickly retracted, feeling dizzy.This city wall seems too high, why not find a shorter one?It hesitated, and poked its probe out again...

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded not far away!

Little Qinghua was frightened by the sudden sound of horse hoofs, her legs softened, and her center of gravity shifted—you know, her body was originally unusual, and her head occupied a large volume, area, and weight, and her center of gravity was shifted. yes--

As it wished, it fell headfirst.

It's over... Xiao Qinghua's mung bean eyes are straight, this is not the way to go back in her dream, this can be regarded as an accidental death at best.Xiao Qinghua's legs and arms retracted to her body, and finally returned to their original shape at the most terrifying moment, the wind whistling in her ears, suddenly...

It was firmly held in the center of the palm by one hand, followed by a sullen shout: "Who dares to plot against you fifth master Bai?"

Little Qinghua lost her mind, her body was still, her heart was still whistling in mid-air with the sound of the wind, her scalp was numb from being drunk by the man, she secretly opened her eyelids slightly with a small movement that would not attract attention a line……

What kind of handsome young knight is this?She is dressed in white clothes, with black hair like black ink, nose like hanging gall, long eyebrows flying slantingly, jade-like black eyes with a hint of rebellion, and a white horse with silver saddle showing unrestrained romance...

In Xiao Qinghua's impression, there are only two people who can compare with her, one is Wen Gu Weiyu, who was excluded because of his villainous nature, and the other is Zhan Zhao...

But Zhan Zhao only has external beauty, and the construction of spiritual beauty needs to be strengthened. How can he be like the "White Fifth Master" in front of him who is both internal and external?
Wondering, little Qinghua, where did you see that this Bai Wuye is both internal and external?
Xiao Qinghua was still immersed in the shock of falling in love at first sight, someone greeted from a distance: "Fifth brother, it's time to go."

"Fifth Bai" responded, and threw the little blue flower, together with its heart of admiration, into the grass beside the road.

The sound of horseshoes went away, and Xiao Qinghua crawled out of the grass with her head and eyes full of Venus, her forehead was covered with two tufts of grass, her hands were folded on her chest - there, a heart was beating endlessly.

Then, the little blue and white voice was full of emotion, and Xinxin recited a poem: "Zhao Keman Huying, Wu hook is frosty and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star, killing a person in ten steps, and never staying for a thousand miles. If you ask Whoever he is is Bai Wuye!"

Far, far away, in an unknown underground place, Li Bai was turned over in the grave by Xiao Qinghua's nagging, and he had nightmares all night long.

This is the third stage, when she failed to achieve her wish twice in a row, Xiao Qinghua suddenly didn't want to die: she is not even afraid of death, is she still afraid of living?
Immortality does not mean that you have to carry firewood, rice, oil and salt to walk through the flower streets and willow alleys.Little Blue Flower consciously became enlightened, and after reading a few sentences, it felt that it had nothing to worry about, so it decided to...

Monk!

It was a light rainy dusk, standing at the gate of Daxiangguo Temple, Xiao Qinghua saw her future: the ancient Buddha with blue lamp, the eight treasures of wooden fish, it would chant scriptures every day to save the dead souls of Duanmucui...

It waited patiently until the evening class was over, and rolled in the moment the door was closed.The monk didn't feel anything unusual, so he yawned and went to meet Duke Zhou.

Little Qinghua spent a sleepless night walking around Daxiangguo Temple, visiting the place where she will study and live for the rest of her life. Finally, she came to the main hall and saw the Buddha sitting on the lotus platform with solemn treasures, sitting in lotus posture, with no knots. Xiangyin, kind-hearted, compassionate to all living beings.

Little Qinghua's blood boiled with enthusiasm, she clasped her fists and bowed: "Buddha, please take care of me!"

Three black lines appeared on the forehead of the Buddha statue...

Buddha's concern is not without reason.In the middle of the night, Xiao Qinghua ran from room to room, preparing her outfit.No one tailors clothes for it, it is self-reliant, jumps on a monk's robe, wields a long sword, cuts and cuts, cuts and cuts, and mutters: "Amitabha, sin, sin..."

For a while, the monks of Daxiangguo Temple were outraged: a piece of their black clothes was always gouged out for no reason.If you want to say that the person who did the trick is really hateful, the part gouged out is either on the front chest or the back buttocks. When you get up early and shake your clothes, the two big holes on the top and bottom look at each other from a distance.
When the monks were furious, Xiao Qinghua was wrapping up her homemade monk clothes, curled up in the corner of the vegetable garden in the backyard, basking in the sun.The sun is shining brightly, drowsy, it dozed off chanting "form is emptiness", turned over while chanting "emptiness is form", suddenly woke up with a jerk, screamed guilt, and then drooped its eyelids...

After repeating this for a long time, Xiao Qinghua was extremely depressed.It is said that the monks are poor, and it has been in the temple for ten and a half months, but its waist has gained a lot of fat. The Buddhist scriptures are not memorized, and the dishes in the vegetable garden are all recognized...

Why is this?Xiao Qinghua reflected, as a bowl with a pure heart and few desires, it has already seen through the world of mortals and devoted itself to the Buddha. According to its qualifications, it will be able to study Buddhism intensively in a few days and become a master of a generation. Why is it always weak and unwilling to make progress?Duanmucui knows underground, what kind of hurt should it be?

Little Qinghua was so depressed that on a moonless night, she couldn't find an outlet to vent her anger, so she plucked out all the green onions in the vegetable bed!

Then, it was covered with green onion leaves, tossed and turned, and fell asleep. In the dream, it saw a person.

The man's face was as heavy as water, and he asked coldly, "Who is plotting against you Fifth Master Bai?"

Xiao Qinghua woke up in shock.

It immediately understood that it turned out that the world of mortals still had this unsolved concern.

"Bai Wuye" has saved his life and given him a second life. For such a favor, he must repay it, he must!Otherwise, Duanmucui would not forgive it--Xihualiu's family members, the most important thing is to repay the kindness of dripping water, as one of the few survivors of Xihualiu, it is duty-bound to open up the door!

It must repay the kindness, and only after repaying the kindness can it really let go of the burden on its heart, return to Buddhism, and spread the brilliance of Buddhism all over the world... (Please, please go, there is no shortage of you in promoting Buddhism...)
So the next day, in the misty morning, Xiao Qinghua took off her monk robe, hung a long sword at her waist, carried a huge package, which contained some supplies collected at night, and embarked on a journey to find her benefactor...

The package was heavy and slapped its ass.In this rhythmic thumping sound, Xiao Qinghua thought: Who is this "Fifth Bai"?The man called him "fifth brother". Could it be that he has four older brothers?In the vast sea of ​​people, how to find it?
The fog is getting thicker and thicker, which seems to indicate its unpredictable future like thick fog. With the sound of thumping, the figure of Xiao Qinghua disappears in the dense fog...

The fire on the other side starts quickly and goes out quickly.When Zhan Zhao and the others arrived, the scene was already dripping with water. The eunuchs came down in twos and threes carrying water bags, and a team of imperial guards guarded the place, looking very nervous.

The fire started in the side hall on the side, but when he saw the next door, Zhan Zhao's heart sank, and his thin lips tightened.

Duanmucui tugged at Zhan Zhao's sleeve: "Zhan Zhao, where is this?"

"The Royal Study Room."

If Zhan Zhao wanted to go and check, he could only ask the guards outside, "Where was the Holy Majesty when the fire started?"

Zhan Zhao heaved a sigh of relief when he learned that the sage was staying in Concubine Zhang's bedroom.Duanmucui walked around once, then shook his head at Xiang Zhanzhao, indicating that there was nothing unusual.

They couldn't find anything for a while, so the three of them went back to the Kaifeng mansion first. Just after returning to the mansion, before they had time to wash up, the messenger from the palace flew to deliver the message.

"According to Zhan Zhao, a fourth-rank imperial guard with a sword, enter the palace to have an audience."

Zhan Zhao didn't meet the emperor during this trip, only Chen Gonggong, a celebrity beside the emperor, was waiting for him on the steps in front of the imperial study.

Yes, that's right, it's the Eunuch Chen who keeps saying "the style of the Song Dynasty".

Seeing Zhan Zhao, Eunuch Chen sighed and motioned for Zhan Zhao to follow.

Stepping into the imperial study room, Eunuch Chen held a lamp and reflected it on the side wall: "Guard Zhan, take a look."

So Zhan Zhao saw a few lines of ink characters that looked like a dog digging. When these lines were connected, it should be a poem.

There was a fire in the palace,

I am the one who sets the fire,
If you want to ask who I am,
Come find me on the empty island.

So naturally, Zhan Zhao thought of another poem he saw in a similar place many years ago.

I am here today to borrow the Three Treasures,
Take it back to the empty island for now,
Zhan Zhaoruo arrives at Lujiazhuang,
Even if it is called a royal cat, it can't run away.

It's just... that was a long time ago...

And Bai Yutang's poetic talent, it's fine if it hasn't improved, why has it slipped so badly?

Zhan Zhao can only judge one thing, if someone really rushed to the imperial city to set fire to it, then this person must not be Bai Yutang; if this person's purpose of leaving a letter is to frame Bai Yutang, then this person's brain structure is really a bit... …Well……

But officials don't think so.

Whether it's Bai Yutang or not, let's talk about it first.

Therefore, the purpose of Xuan Zhanzhao's meeting with him was to let him go to Xingkong Island to "invite" him back to Baiyutang.

When he walked out of the palace gate, Zhan Zhao was in a trance for a moment, and this sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: History is always surprisingly similar.

Since then, many history writers, history writers, and history critics always have to say something polite when they write: history is always surprisingly similar...

Who is the origin of this sentence?By the way, it originated from Zhan Zhao.

When I returned to Kaifeng Mansion, the sky was already dimly lit, and Duanmucui could not be seen around, so I found out that she had gone back after asking.

Gongsun Ce couldn't hold him back, so he also went to meet Duke Zhou first.Mr. Bao did not return early.Zhan Zhao ordered the servants in the kitchen to boil a pot of water, moved the bathtub in, took a comfortable bath, and relieved his exhaustion.

(End of this chapter)