Chapter 19, Old King's Relith

The shouts of the landing soldiers are full of victorious strength, which makes people's blood boil. Looking at the high bow of the commander's warship, there was almost no resistance in the position on the bank of the Jinbing River. The landing of the Song army was extremely smooth. Han Yanzhi's vanguard jockey rushed to the bank like a tide and burst into the camp on the bank of the Jinbing River in a blink of an eye. Tens of thousands of horsemen rushed to cover it up, as if they had entered no man's land.

Report! The latest military information came from the front. Our army landed smoothly, and the golden army battalion was useless, and there were almost no golden soldiers guarding!" With just a cup of tea, the messenger sent the latest battle situation.

"Air camp?" Yu Yunwen frowned, "Is there any fraud?"

"No, adults should send their main force to chase and defeat the fugitive golden soldiers." I laughed. Jin Bing's reaction confirmed my judgment. I didn't look away. Le Buyi really got it. Jin Bing was already leaderless, and even left the most important riverside position and fled overnight, so the Song army's vanguard would easily occupy the important beach position.

"Good! The army abandoned the ship and landed, pointing straight to Yangzhou!" Under Yu Yunwen's order, more than 100,000 main forces of the Song army went straight to Yangzhou with the momentum of destruction and decay. On the way, except for a few golden soldiers, they did not encounter organized resistance. Even the Yangzhou garrison left grain and grass and fled. The battle was unbelievably.

After successfully recovering Yangzhou City, Yu Yunwen finally learned from the prisoners that Wanyan Liang was assassinated last night. He immediately ordered the whole army to chase and defeat the fleeing Jin soldiers. It took Han Yanzhi's vanguard to chase the Yellow River from the north bank of the Yangtze River in only three days, killing countless golden soldiers along the way, and recovered the river in a few days. There are a lot of rivers and mountains around Huai. It was not until Yu Yunwen ordered to stop the pursuit in the face of the Jin State's left-behind troops on the north bank of the Yellow River.

I finally learned about the changes in the Golden Camp that night from the mouth of a prisoner of gold soldiers. An assassin touched the camp of the golden soldiers in the middle of the night and went deep into Wanyan Liang's golden tent before being found by the guards. The assassin broke through the encirclement of dozens of close bodyguards with his unparalleled swordsmanship and desperate courage, and assassinated Wanyan Liang with his own efforts under several impossible circumstances. After that, he fought fiercely with Zong Tuo and other internal guards and thousands of imperial forest troops who rushed back in the middle of the night and finally died. Because the fierce battle was too fierce to hide all the golden generals, the news of Wanyan Liang's assassination quickly spread throughout the army. The soldiers of the Southern Expeditionary Army, who had long been tired of war, abandoned their camps and fled one after another, so the counterattack of the Southern Song Dynasty was so smooth.

When I heard the news, I couldn't help sighing at the death of the dumb swordsman Le Buyi.

Wanliang's vigorous expedition ended with his assassination and the escape of the golden soldiers. When the Jin and Song armies finally achieved a new balance and confrontation on both sides of the Yellow River, the fierce battle between Yu Yunwen and Wanyan Liang on the Yangtze River ended. The Song army took the opportunity to restore the whole Jianghuai region. Yu Yunwen He's achievements have been praised and reused by the court as never before. Thanks to his strong recommendation, I, Bai Ding, who had no military position, also ascended to the sky and was awarded the position of general by Emperor Gaozong, and was able to go to Beijing with Han Yanzhi and other meritorious generals. This official position seems to be much higher than the thousand chief I once did, which made me very proud for a while.

When I went to Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty to meet Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty to receive the award, it was the end of December 11 years in Shaoxing, together with the meritorious generals of Han Yanzhi, Shijun, Li Bao and other meritorious generals of the Jianghuai army. Song Gaozong, the first emperor who reigned for decades in the Southern Song Dynasty, finally gave up, and his son Emperor Xiaozong succeeded to the throne. The young Emperor Xiaozong greatly appreciated the soldiers of the Jianghuai army. In the past few days, he arranged banquets to celebrate the meritorious generals, and his favor to the Jianghuai army reached an unprecedented level. Civil and military officials also scrambled to entertain the Jianghuai soldiers led by Han Yanzhi to please the new emperor. However, I don't pay much attention to these. I only care about where my goal is this time in Lin'an City, the original Taoist I Ching. I don't know if Daisy also arrived in Lin'an City safely under the protection of Tony and Yelu's three brothers?

Under the pretext of saying goodbye to Han Yanzhi, Shi Jun and other colleagues, I got out of the banquet of the military staff and began to look for the contact marks left by Ye Luzhao in the city. I have been searching in the city for more than ten days, but I still haven't found the contact mark agreed with Ye Luzhao at the agreed place, which makes me puzzled. Could it be that Ye Luzhao saw that it was wrong for me to get close to Tony and Daisy, so he abandoned me and chose to help Tony with all his strength?

Wandering on the brightly lit streets of Lin'an City, I have a dream-like feeling. It's hard to imagine that this is the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty in a corner. The prosperity here far exceeds that of Xingqing Prefecture in Xixia and the capital of Jin. Even in the middle of the night, it is still singing and dancing everywhere, and the red sleeves are fragrant. During the day, those singers, art sellers, and juggling disappeared, replaced by those who sell laughter, seek pleasure, drunken dreams, gamble and fight fiercely, silk and bamboo orchestras can be heard everywhere, what a peaceful and prosperous scene of singing and dancing.

"Master, do you want to find a baby to have fun?" A obscene man was pimping in the alley. Since there has been no news about the Book of Changes and Daisy, I was in a bad mood at this moment, so I stared at him angrily and said, "Okay, but I don't have money!"

"The military master laughed." He retreated a few steps awkwardly and walked away with a smile. After a while, another man in brocade with a vague face came up and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you want to find a place to play a few hands to try your luck?"

I was going to say no, but when I thought that these local snakes must be more informed than me, a stranger, I couldn't help but have an idea and nodded, "Well, military master, I'm going to bet big."

"Yes! No matter how big it is!" The man agreed. I know that although the court can't help gambling brothels, private gambling brothels must be registered with the government, and the government has to draw a lot of tax. However, there are always some small gambling dens that do not register to avoid heavy taxes, so they have become shady underground gambling. Look at this man's sneaky appearance of soliciting customers. It should be this kind of small gambling house. Usually, such casinos have gangs*, and I like this kind of *.

However, when I arrived at the ground, I began to doubt my guess. Although the gambling house in front of me was in a secluded alley and there was no eye-catching plaque at the main entrance, the guards standing outside the door, the bright lights and the noise in the door clearly showed the visitors that this was a gambling house, and there was nothing at all. It has to be covered up, and the scale is not small, the decoration is luxurious, and the official special big gambling house is nothing more than that.

Hesitantly followed the martial artist who led the door into the gate. After passing through a small patio, there was the lobby of the gambling house. There were only a lot of people in it, which was no less than the busiest vegetable market. Among the gamblers, there were not only the princes in satin, the men with loose clothes, and the old rich people with big belly, and there were many like me. Generals of the Song army in military uniform. After the leading martial artist took me into the second door, he pointed proudly: "Master, please feel free. There are usually famous gambling methods here. If the military master has more than 1,000 taels of gambling capital, he can also go to the quiet VIP hall, where there are some luxury guests to gamble with the military master.

Seeing that I nodded, the martial artist stopped greeting and said goodbye, and I was happy to patrol the gambling house freely. I'm not good at all kinds of gambling, and many of them can't even be named. However, with more than a hundred taels of silver tickets in my arms, anyone can stand up straight. The silver tickets are a reward for my achievements in my arms, and I haven't held them in my arms for a few days.

I exchanged a large amount of silver ticket for an ingot of heavy silver on the counter, and I picked up a slightly quieter table and sat down. Here is the size of the bet. The gambling method is simple and clear, and the lay people can do it at a glance. I learned from others to bet, win money and lose money. Silver came and went in and out in front of me. Although the victory or defeat was not obvious in a short period of time, the silver in front of me was unconsciously decreasing. When a hundred taels of silver was finally run out, I slapped the table, played the temper of the general, pointed to the dealer and cursed: " You're fucking out!"

The gamblers around stopped shouting, turned their heads to look at me, and the surroundings suddenly calmed down. Thousands of accusations must be a matter of credibility and reputation for gambling. Without real evidence, no one usually dares to talk nonsense, so gamblers look at my side with great interest and watch the development of the situation.

"Military," the dealer who sat in the village probably saw a lot about this kind of thing and was not frightened by my accusations. He looked indifferent, calm as usual, and dignified in his polite words, "You have to grab the little one and cut off the little man's hand. Don't talk nonsense without evidence, otherwise"

The dealer said that when he stopped at the right time, anyone could hear the threat behind the word "otherwise". He didn't go on to give me face, but I didn't accept this and deliberately asked, "Otherwise?"

"It's very simple," someone upstairs replied lightly, "just cut off your tongue."

I looked up and saw a rich middle-aged man looking down at me on the corridor on the second floor. He looked like an ordinary merchant, but a pair of mung bean-sized eyes had a sharp light that ordinary people did not have, which penetrated the heart. I slapped the table in front of his eyes and shouted, "Be presumptuous! I told you that you have made a thousand, okay? I don't believe that you dare to touch my court, a general of the Jianghuai Army!"

There was a trace of sneer on the corners of his mouth, and then asked, "But the Jianghuai Army, which has recently defeated the golden army?"

"How many Jianghuai troops do you think we have in the Song Dynasty?" I proudly straightened my chest. As soon as his expression changed, he immediately ordered the dealer, "No matter how much money this general lost, he will be returned."

The dealer immediately ordered a hundred taels of silver and pushed it in front of me. This was a big surprise. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, but I heard the man say upstairs again, "We are not afraid of your silver back. I'm not afraid of your title as a general, but I respect the Jianghuai Army as a loyal and brave division of the broken gold soldiers. This silver is a little respect. That's all. Otherwise, you can casually ask, who are we afraid of in Lin'an City? Even if Lord Zhang, the secretary of your military department, comes here, you still want to sell some face to our 'Hongsheng Hall'.

Seeing that several generals around me showed deep understanding on their faces, I knew that I had hit a hard hill. Originally, I thought that it was just street gangsters who opened a black gambling house. With my status as a general, it would soften if I scared me casually. I could use these ground snakes to help me inquire about Tony and Daisy's. Who would have thought that the other party didn't even pay attention to my boss's boss, the secretary of the military department who specializes in the world's soldiers and horses? It seems that this general is really too small, and it's my fault that I didn't study the official rank of the Song Dynasty. A big official with sesame and mung beans regarded himself as a superior. Fortunately, I was exposed to the glory of the Jianghuai army today, otherwise I really couldn't step down.

When I figured out my situation, I smiled and asked, "I haven't asked your name yet?"

"It's easy to say." He smiled faintly, "'Hongsheng Hall' Jiang Haitao."

"This is the second head of our 'Hongsheng Hall'!" A martial artist next to him rushed to add. I quickly hugged my fist and smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you! No wonder you don't pay attention to Zhang Laoji, and that old chicken is not worth paying attention to the real hero.

For the first time, a trace of surprise appeared in Jiang Haitao's mung bean's eyes. You should know that Zhang Laoji is the nickname of Lord Zhang, the minister of the Ministry of War, describing him as obscene and like a long-necked chicken fighting chicken. This nickname was called by several familiar colleagues in private. It was called out openly in public like this, which was simply self-righte My future is joking. If this word will reach Zhang Laoji's ears, I will definitely not be able to keep my reputation. No wonder Jiang Haitao was surprised. How did he know that he was a master who didn't take his future fame seriously at all.

"I haven't asked the military master yet." Seeing Jiang Haitao bowing his hand to me politely for the first time, I knew that I had made the right bet. From the private words of the general of the Jianghuai army, I know that the old chicken was originally a close relative of the late Prime Minister Qin, and the Prime Minister of Qin had unjustly killed an outstanding anti-Jin marshal with "unwarranted" charges 20 years ago. The marshal's prestige in the army and the people is really not low. More than 20 years later, although the court has not repaid him, both the people and the soldiers almost respected him to the point of a god, and sighed at his death. At the same time, they hated Prime Minister Qin who killed him, and even his cronies Zhang Laoji were among them. I didn't expect that Jiang Haitao also belonged to the Qiu Qin faction.

"It's easy to say!" I smiled and said, "My name is a little unspeakable, and my surname is white idiot."

"Idiot?" He read it gently, his eyes flashed with a different color, and asked in shock, "But the master who helped Lord Yu Yunwen Yu break the golden navy, the idiot General Bai?"

"The high man dares not, but the low man is inferior." I laughed and was very surprised. I didn't expect that I had only made such a little contribution and became famous in the first battle.

"I wonder if the general can enjoy the talk on his face?" His words became more polite. I happened to ask him for help. Of course, I won't refuse. I immediately promised, "I dare not be honored, as long as the second head of the family barely takes my attention to this little general."

Jiang Haitao laughed and said, "General Bai laughed. Jiang is reckless and only respects heroes in his life. Like those general marshals who fled when he saw the golden soldiers, even if Jiang took them seriously, I'm afraid they wouldn't feel so embarrassed, right?"

I couldn't help but feel relieved when I heard the words. Suddenly, I felt that his words really had a good appetite for me. In addition to asking him for help, he was really a friend worth making. Seeing that his words were interesting, I was no longer polite and immediately stepped upstairs.

There are several elegant rooms upstairs, which are quite luxuriously decorated inside and outside. There are also young and beautiful maids, which look like an elegant hall where luxury guests gamble together. I entered the middle room under the guidance of Jiang Haitao. As soon as I sat down, a maid brought wine and vegetables.

"General Bai, Jiang didn't respect him, so he chatted with water and wine." After Jiang Haitao greeted me to take a seat, he took the lead in raising his glass and followed him to finish it. I also had a drink with him. After putting down the glass, Jiang Haitao asked, "There are many legends about Lin'an about this war, especially the rumors about General Bai, which have almost passed the general to be a god. The people in our rear don't know much about the war. They just want to know some of the truth about the war.

Seeing that the people around me were also looking at me eagerly, I told the battle vividly during the banquet, which made everyone's eyebrows flutter and excited, and praised Yu Yunwen and Jianghuai soldiers. I didn't expect that these men who wandered in the underworld also had the same patriotism as ordinary people, and even had more male spirit and blood than ordinary people. Only Jiang Haitao looked calm. After I finished speaking, he looked at me and asked thoughtfully, "So the sea bran ship invented by General Bai really played a role in this battle?"

I quickly waved my hand and said modestly, "I dare not say that it was my invention. In fact, it is the crystallization of the common wisdom of the navy soldiers."

Jiang Haitao asked more details about the sea yore. Finally, he stepped back and said to me in a low voice, "General Bai, I am very interested in this kind of sea roe ship. If our cargo ship on the water can also be equipped with this kind of slurry and Thunderbolt cannon, we can fly in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, neither afraid of competition nor the robbery of the water. Whether our 'Hongsheng Hall' can have this kind of luck depends on General Bai's success?

Water bandits? It's funny in my heart. Maybe you are the bandits. Seeing that he was staring at me eagerly, I asked, "In addition to running a casino, your gang is also involved in water transportation in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"I can't help it. There are too many brothers to eat!" He sighed and inadvertently revealed the huge power of Hongshengtang. Seeing that I didn't agree easily, he waved, and a master immediately sent a pile of silver tickets at his signal. He pushed the silver ticket in front of me and said more earnestly, "This pocket money for the general to drink tea. If the general's invention can really bring earth-shaking changes to the ships of Hongshengtang, we will thank you again!"

I peeked at the silver ticket. Although I was already prepared, I was still surprised. Just by looking at the pattern of the silver ticket, you can know that it is an official ticket issued by the government of more than 500 taels. This kind of official ticket can be exchanged for full silver at any time all over the country! Why is such a stack more than 5,000 taels, and it's just " pocket money"! You should know that this time the court's reward for my meritorious minister is only 200 taels of silver.

Because I have something to ask him, it is inconvenient for me to refuse. Besides, the money is still useful at present. I put away the silver with a smile and sighed softly, "In fact, money is still a small matter. I came to your workshop this time to make trouble. I really have something to ask for."

"Oh? I don't know what? If Jiang can help, he will go through fire and water!" His two mung bean eyes suddenly shined. Since I have something to ask him, he is not afraid that I will not agree to his request. It's just that I don't know how difficult it is, and his expression is inevitably a little solemn. I couldn't help laughing at this: "This is just a small matter for 'Hongshengtang', and there is no need for Brother Jiang to go through fire and water."

He relaxed and asked, "I don't know what's going on?"

I have made up my mind to exchange the help of "Hongshengtang" with the design of wheel pulp and Thunderbolt gun. Anyway, the court has not included the design of the sea roe ship into military secrets, and even if it is given to him, it is not a secret. Thinking of this, I smiled and said, "Actually, it's very simple. I want to ask Brother Jiang to help me pay attention to a few people. They have or are coming. As long as you have their whereabouts, I will give you the design drawings of the wheel pulp and Thunderbolt cannon."

Jiang Haitao breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "This is really a small matter for 'Hongsheng Hall'. I'm not bragging. Our brothers in the city are from all walks of life. As long as we have names and surnames, or know the appearance and characteristics, we can definitely find out.

"One of them is Tony, the other is Daisy, and there are three Khitans. They are the three brothers whose surname is Yelu. Maybe they may not use these names, but their appearance is relatively special, as long as you enter Lin'an, you should know. There are two lustful people, a man and a woman, in their twenties. Both of them are very handsome and slender. And the eldest of Yelu's three brothers broke his arm, which is very easy to recognize. I suddenly felt a faint pain in my heart, and I was finally going to face Tony head-on. This is also helpless. Fortunately, all this is just a game, and I can only convince myself like this.

"A lustful person?" Jiang Haitao's face showed a strange expression, which was a kind of surprise and surprise. I couldn't help asking curiously, "Yes, what's the problem?"

"So you're looking for them! A few days ago, two lustful people did appear on the outskirts of the city, accompanied by three Khitans, one of whom was the disabled with a broken arm.

"That's them! Where are they now?

Jiang Haitao did not answer immediately, but asked, "Are they your enemies or friends?"

I hesitated, thinking of the birth and death with Tony in the "sea of death", the hardships along the way with Daisy, the reversal with Tony, and the struggle with the Yelu brothers from life and death to life and death. My eyes became confused and silent for a long time. Finally, I sighed helplessly, "We are opponents, but we are also friends."

"If they are your opponents and enemies, you should be happy. If they are your friends, don't be too sad." Jiang Haitao also sighed gently and muttered, "I have never seen people of different ethnic groups trust each other so much and trust each other. Just a few days ago, the five of them were chased by a killer and fled from Lin'an. The three Khitans have strong martial arts and a rare tacit understanding, but they were still assassinated by the killer on the spot, which is the most perfect swordsman I have ever seen!"

"What kind of killer is that?" My suspicion of this news exceeds the sadness of the bad news of the Yale brothers.

A trace of fear flashed in Jiang Haitao's eyes, "The swordsman is less than 30 years old, thin and not tall, but as straight as a sword. There was no murderous spirit all over his body, and his swordsmanship was unmoving, lukewarm, leisurely and calm, and there was no way to move quickly, but he only used five swords to kill the three Khitans. Even the lustful warrior was hit hard by only a few moves against him. If it hadn't been for the desperate resistance of the three Khitans, the samurai and the lustful woman would have been unable to escape the swordsman's pursuit.

Wandering! A name flashed in my heart, and then shook my head and smiled bitterly. Not to mention that Langlie's right hand was disabled, his left hand also broke his thumb, and he couldn't hold the sword at all. Even if he was not disabled, he was only slightly better than Tony. It was impossible to have such high martial arts skills to kill the three Yelu brothers in one fell swoop and drive Tony away in confusion. But if it weren't for him, how could such a strong swordsman come out? It seems that the world is so big that it can really be seen by many people!

"How did you know about this? Where did they end up? Can you find their whereabouts?" I'm busy asking.

Jiang Haitao hesitated for a moment and said with a wry smile, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. Our 'Hongshengtang' inadvertently had a little conflict with the swordsman and injured several brothers by him. The remaining brothers couldn't swallow this breath and sent people back to report to me quickly. I immediately rushed to the Taoist temple with several good hands in the hall overnight. I wanted to avenge my brothers, but I didn't want to catch up with the swordsman to kill under the moon. The three Khitans, who were quite good at martial arts, became ghosts under his sword in a blink of an eye. At the sight of the impeccable swordsmanship, I only felt cold sweat all over, and there was no fierce heart. I asked myself that under such swordsmanship, I'm afraid I can't resist a few swords. Jiang Haitao has also been in the world for decades. I have seen many strong winds and waves, and have experienced countless life and death struggles, but I never thought that there would be such a natural swordsmanship in the world. That is, when killing people, it is as natural and irresistible as the wind and clouds, the sun and moon, and all things grow. This natural force is completely unresistible by human beings. Facing such swordsmanship is just like facing the power of nature. Human beings have no room to resist and counterattack except to surrender.

Speaking of this, Jiang Haitao sighed softly, and the fear in his eyes had turned into a faint helplessness and loss. He said sadly, "After seeing the swordsmanship, I dare not follow the swordsman again, but I am still glad to see such a perfect swordsmanship with my own eyes in my life. Such a swordsmanship has surpassed the realm of martial arts. That should be a A kind of "

Jiang Haitao's eyes became confused and couldn't find a suitable description, but I was not in the mood to listen to his worship and praise of the swordsmanship. I quickly interrupted him and asked, "Can you find the whereabouts of those two lustful people?"

Jiang Haitao hesitated and said, "The samurai is injured. Even if he is not killed by the swordsman, he will probably not escape far. It is reasonable that there is no one I can't find in this Jiangnan boundary, but"

He hesitated again. Obviously, he had not completely recovered from his fear. Seeing this, I said decisively, "Find their whereabouts, and I will immediately give you the design drawings of the Thunderbolt cannon and wheel pulp. Other than that, there is no need to talk about everything."

Jiang Haitao hesitated for a moment and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay! I will send my brother out of town immediately!"

Seeing that he finally agreed, I left my contact information and said goodbye after asking the way to the Taoist temple. Since Daisy and Tony have been there, it must have something to do with the I Ching that I am looking for, and it is even likely that it is the place to preserve the original I Ching. Maybe the precious scripture has not been cheated by Daisy, and I plan to try my luck overnight.

"Oh, that's right!" Before going out, Jiang Haitao seemed to remember something and suddenly said to me, "That magical swordsman seems to be a fan. He doesn't know much about our language."

I felt awe of the words again, and the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

The polar view was in a hill on the outskirts of the city, and when I finally arrived, the sky was exhausted. If it hadn't been for the sign of the thousand-year-old locust tree after Jiang Haitao told me in advance, and the turbid river and dangerous single-plank bridge in front of the door, I would not have been able to find this remote, old and inconspicuous Taoist temple in the dark.

The Taoist temple is built behind the mountain, covering an area of dozens of feet, and the scale is not large. At this time, the view was full of darkness and silence, which made people feel that this is a cemetery without any trace, or a dark purgatory that devours all creatures.

In the canopy of the thousand-year-old locust tree more than ten feet high, overlooking the dark place below, I feel a little funny about my feelings in my heart. It's just a place for monks to practice Taoism. Even if I touch it and be found, at most, I will be beaten out by Taoist priests as thieves, or arrested to see an official. What's the danger? Thinking of the official, I remembered that I was still wearing the general's uniform and hurriedly took it off. No matter how many taboos we have, we can't humiliate Jiang Huaijun, can we?

Tightly tied my middle coat, I slipped down from the tree, walked dozens of steps around the mottled and dilapidated wall, and found a place to take advantage of it. The damage on the wall pillar just landed. I used it to climb up the wall several feet high. I couldn't help but feel satisfied with my skills. It seems that I'm really a little guilty. Talent.

The inside is silent and silent, and the calls of several crickets nearby also seem a little noisy. I observed for a moment, and then carefully slid down from the wall, half-lying like all the thieves, observing the movement around me as I walked, stopped step by step, and quietly touched the second door. As soon as I entered the second door, I suddenly heard a clear and faint voice sound not far away: "Lord, there is nothing to prefer, but there are still a few cold nests in the dining room. If the donor does not dislike it, he will leave after using it. I will forgive the poor road."

I shook my whole body, slowly straightened up, and turned to the direction of the sound. The dilapidated wing on the right smiled awkwardly and said, "The Taoist priest is really compassionate, but unfortunately I'm not a hungry thief. The Taoist priest's beauty can't stand it."

There was silence in the wing, and the light voice sounded again: "The Lord Shi was disappointed. In addition to the two old robes worn during the day, there were only a few statues of Sanqing gods in the evening. Shi's main is to look for it patiently. Maybe there are still one or two forgotten things, but it's just that your hands and feet are lighter. Don't be shocked by the good dreams of poverty.

Seeing that my hiding was broken, I calmed down and didn't intend to hide the purpose of my trip anymore. I simply asked bluntly, "What about the Book of Changes?" I don't know if I can borrow it."

After being silent for a long time in the wing room, I heard him sigh: "It turns out that you came here to borrow the scriptures, but you are not a Taoist. What's the use of the Book of Changes? Besides, the best Book of Changes is only a hundred penny. Why come to this view in the middle of the night to get it?

I laughed, "The Taoist priest is really funny. If the Taoist priest wants the I Ching like that, I can give you a hundred copies, and I just ask the Taoist priest to lend me the Book of Changes."

"How can you refuse if you sincerely borrow the scriptures? It's just that in the middle of the night, it's inevitable that the poor will be misunderstood. The voice is still so cold, with a kind of detachment that does not eat human fireworks, or occasionally a little secular confusion. Seeing that he did not refuse solutely, I respectfully bowed the wing and said earnestly, "The Taoist priest also wanted to ask devout questions in the daytime, but I rushed in at night and hoped that the Taoist priest would forgive me."

The lights slowly lit up in the wing room, which finally made people feel a little lively. The firewood door of the wing opened with a bang. Under the hazy moonlight, an elegant old road bowed to me in the door and said from afar, "Then please ask the donor to come in and talk about it."

I walked over generously with my hands and followed him into the wing room. It looked like this was his cloud room and his couch. When I was looking curiously, he had already bowed his guilt: "The benefactor forgives me. In the middle of the night, it is inconvenient to serve tea."

"You're welcome, Taoist priest!" I made a bow like him, but I laughed secretly. It was the first time I met a master who was so polite to thieves. If everyone in the world was like this, it would be a blessing for all thieves. Looking at the old Tao in front of him, he saw that his hair was white, his face was ruddy, his eyes were bright and correct, there was a kind of understanding of the world, and there was a kind of simplicity that could not be seen in the original color of the old Taoist robe, and he still could not hide the elegant and dusty temperament he exuded all over his body. While I was curious, he had taken a thin booklet from the bookshelf by the wall and handed it to me and said, "The Book of Changes has been studied for most of my life, and I have already recited it. Let's give it to the benefactor. It is rare that there are still people who are devout to the Tao. There are also several books of Zhuangzi and Tao Taoism. Is the donor also Do you want it?

The booklet is damaged and as old as the rags just pulled out of the garbage. Even so, idiots can see that this is by no means a thousand-year-old antique. I was angry, but my face was calm. I sneered and said, "The Taoist priest is really good at laughing. I can give you a basket of such scriptures."

"This Book of Changes is not an ordinary thing," Lao Dao showed piety in his eyes, which did not seem to be fake at all. Seeing this, I became curious and hurriedly asked, "What's unusual?"

"This is the first scripture passed on to me when the poor Tao first entered the Tao," Lao Dao looked at the void, his thoughts seemed to return to the past, and his voice became distant. "I was only seven years old, and I didn't even know many big characters, so the master personally passed it to the poor Tao. Now that the poor Tao is over 70 years old, this scripture has been accompanied by a poor Taoist, and before that, it has been accompanied by the poor Taoist master for most of his life, which can be called the treasure of this extreme view of the town!"

"So the Taoist priest is the master of this extreme view? Haven't you consulted the Taoist fairy yet?"

"Poor and inorganic, ashamed to live in the position of the master in vain." He bowed again. I hurriedly got up and saluted, "I'm an idiot. The Taoist priest is the master, which is much easier to do!"

Seeing that he was puzzled, I no longer circled anything with him and said seriously, "I want to borrow Guiguan's ancient secret view of the I Ching. I don't know if I can give it to him?"

The inorganic Taoist priest's eyes showed confusion: "The ancient secret book "I Ching"? How can there be such antiques in this view?

Seeing that his expression was not fake and he was completely scheming, I couldn't help but wonder and asked, "If you don't have this thing, what did Daisy come to your remote Taoist view a few days ago?"

"Dai, Dai what?"

"Daisley, that white woman from the West!"

"Oh! Do you mean that Western saint? The inorganic Taoist priest suddenly realized, "Yes, she has been here and completed a will before the departure of my Taoist ancestor immortal."

"Death? What fate? Who is the ancestor of the Taoist family?

"You asked in the middle of the night that you should be a dedicated person to Taoism. Why don't you even know the ancestor of my Taoist family?" The inorganic Taoist priest shook his head repeatedly, with doubts in his eyes. I hurriedly explained with a smile, "It's because I don't know that I asked to ask."

"It's because I don't know--the Tao that I asked for a question," the inorganic Taoist priest muttered and repeated my words, and a trace of appreciation gradually flashed in his eyes. He nodded repeatedly, "Your words are very mysterious. It seems that you have a lot of Taoist roots, and the poor Taoism will tell you to tell you some of the teachings of this religion."

"You'd better tell me what the saint is doing first." I quickly interrupted him for fear that he would go thousands of years ago. I am not interested in those legends and myths.

The inorganic Taoist priest stared at me and said angrily, "What the poor Taoism wants to talk about is exactly about the saint. This is an inseparable secret of this religion. You must not talk to others. Just because this time the saint broke the seal of the ancestor of this religion for thousands of years, the secret is no longer a secret. You are lucky to hear such a thousand-year-old palm."

Seeing that I finally closed my mouth and showed a listening look, the inorganic Taoist priest gently brushed his long beard and cast his eyes into the void. His blurred eyes seemed to cross the distance of time and into the past thousands of years ago.

"Every Taoist temple and every sect in the world claims to be a direct disciple of Li Laojun, the founder of Taoism, but they don't know that my extreme Taoism is the real legend of Laojun and the most secret faction. And the old site of Taoist Extreme View is the place where Laojun's ancestors rode bull immortals in those years. All other rumors in the world are hypocritical to protect this secret. Before the old emperor and immortal went there, he buried his ultimate understanding of the world here, but this perception has far exceeded the scope of ordinary people's understanding. The ancestors had to seal it up and leave a will to his disciples, my ancestors: only wait for the saints in the West to bring the seal. It can finally be opened. After the ancestor immortals left, the ancestor built a view here and settled down. In the past thousand years, although this view has been destroyed by war, natural disasters and plague several times, the disciples of this school have adhered to it. As long as they have the ability to rebuild the view, and the name of the view has been changed several times. Before the Taoist pole, it was also called Qingniu View, Zixia View and so on. However, no matter what the name is, my disciples have adhered to the fate of their ancestors for generations until the day when the Western saint opens the seal.

"Is that saint Daisy? Why do you verify it?"

"With Astrology." The inorganic Taoist priest immediately said, "Only the saints in the West have such perseverance to overcome thousands of difficulties and dangers to bring Astrology to the Taoist poles thousands of miles away, and start the seal of the ancestors with unique secret words."

I couldn't help frowning when I heard this. I knew that this was an illusory world based on the reference of reality. There should be no spell seals in myths and legends, so I asked the inorganic Taoist priest, "What kind of seals and secret words are they? Can I see them? ?"

When I said this, I didn't hold much hope. I thought that these are not only secrets that the inorganic Taoist priest has adhered to for a lifetime, but also sacred objects left by the ancestors of his faction. How can they be easily visited by outsiders? I didn't want the inorganic Taoist priest to immediately nodded and agreed and motioned to me, "Please follow the poor road."

The dim oil lamp shone on the ancient Taoist temple. I followed the inorganic Taoist who came out of the wing, passed through the Sanqing Hall, and finally came to an inconspicuous hut in the backyard. On the way, I noticed that the view was empty and silent. Even in front of the Sanqing statue, there was no trace of offering incense. It seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, but everywhere was clean, unlike the really abandoned Taoist temple full of dust. I was even more surprised to find that after being in this view for such a long time, I had not heard any sound of other Taoist priests except for the inorganic Taoist priest. In such a large Taoist temple, it seemed that there was only an inorganic Taoist priest.

Follow the mysterious old man into the hut in the backyard and look at the situation in the room, like a debris room with firewood piled up, with some brooms, rice jars and so on the four walls. I looked around doubtfully and saw that the debris around me became more and more messy under the dim yellow lights. Is this the place to hide the sacred objects of the ancestors of Taoism?

"You move this away!" The inorganic Taoist priest pointed to a pottery jar more than half a person high and said to me. This jar is half buried in the earth. Even if it is an empty cylinder, I'm afraid it can't be removed by one person. I looked at the earth jar doubtfully, looked at the inorganic Taoist priest, and saw that he had no intention of jokes at all. I had to hold the pottery jar and shake it, only to find that the pottery jar had been loose and not as heavy as I thought. I grabbed the edge of the jar and exhaled, and the pottery jar slowly left the ground, revealing the gravure mark more than two feet deep on the ground.

After putting down the pottery cylinder, I noticed that the bottom of the gravure was loose floating earth. The inorganic Taoist priest swept open the floating earth with a broom, revealing a round wooden cover below, with a handle made of hemp rope. Without waiting for the inorganic Taoist priest to tell me to remove the cover plate, there is a square, dark deep hole under the cover plate, and there is a wooden suspended ladder straight down.

I followed the inorganic Taoist priest carefully climbed down the ladder and stepped down about two feet to the ground. With the swaying yellow oil lamp in the hands of the inorganic Taoist priest, I gradually saw everything below. This is a gour-shaped cellar with a radius of two or three feet, surrounded by some potatoes, cabbage and bags of rice flour. This should be the place where Taoist priests store food in winter, or where they avoid bandits or war. There is nothing special.

"Come here." The voice of the inorganic Taoist priest buzzed in this almost closed space. I went over and found that there was a small deep hole in the corner of the cellar. There was still some new soil scattered beside the cave. Looking at the wetness of the soil, this hole should have been dug out for a long time. The inorganic Taoist priest leaned his hand into the hole, and then slowly lifted a copper chain. Under the copper chain was a square box full of soil.

"This is the sacred object buried by the ancestor king." The inorganic Taoist priest gasped and put the box on the ground. It looked like the weight of the box was not light. I quickly pulled the box under the oil lamp and wiped the floating earth on the box. Then I found that I don't know what kind of metal the box was made of. It was very heavy. After thousands of years of burial under the ground, there was not much decay and rust, and even most of the patterns on the lid of the box were still vaguely distinguishable.

"This is the seal left by Laojun's ancestors." The inorganic Taoist priest pointed to the side of the box and said to me. Only then did I notice that there was a concave disk there. Try to rotate it. There are some strange symbols around the disk. After studying for a long time, I found that when connected with the symbols in the center of the disk, it was vaguely like a star map. I am very familiar with the stars in the sky. I once successfully brought the caravan out of the desert by stars in the "Sea of Death". But the star image on this box is a pattern I have never seen before, and it is not a star image I am familiar with at all. I only heard the inorganic Taoist priest introduce: "This seal can only be opened by saints who are proficient in Astrology and know secret language, but after opening it once, the seal will be completely invalid."

I was relieved when I saw this. This is just a metal box with a mechanical password device, and it can only be used at one time, which is not a magical thing. What seals the secret language is just the different names of Taoist priests. Thinking of this, the mystery of this sacred object suddenly disappeared in my heart, but looking at the unusual appearance of the box, especially the star map above that I can't understand, it may also be artifacts containing the ancient lonely Book of Changes.

I opened the box with hope. There was no light in the box that I expected, not even the scrolls or books I imagined. I just randomly contained some old and dirty flat or curved sheets. I picked up a piece and looked carefully and found that it was an old and dilapidated turtle shell.

"Is this a sacred object?" I turned my head and asked the inorganic Taoist priest doubtfully. He saw a pious light in his eyes and muttered, "Yes, I watched the saint open it with my own eyes, and these things were in the box."