Chapter 27: Micro-style, Qinghu does not return 3

The people who went to the capital to do business returned to the village, saying that the ground suddenly collapsed when digging the mausoleum, and hundreds of people were buried alive in the ground, becoming a raw sacrifice walking in front of the emperor.

The village immediately drowned into a sea of tears. The crying son of half a hundred old people, the two-year-old bride crying husband, and a group of children who didn't even know the meaning of "death" also cried.

Still, she didn't cry. She rolled up her sleeves and went to the river to buy vegetables.

After dinner, her mother-in-law hugged her and said that you should cry if you were sad, but she shook her head with a smile and took away the dirty clothes that everyone had changed. She didn't stop all day. It was not until late at night that the old man fell asleep that she dared to think nonsense in the quilt.

It's not that she is not afraid. Her husband can't read a big name. He can't write a letter, and he can't find anyone to talk to. He has been dead or alive for more than half a year. Even if he has been safe, this time... No, he can't think about it anymore. Maybe it's not so coincidental. Maybe he was not there at that time, and he must be glad that he survived. I can still go home in the future.

It must be like this. She smiled silently, pulled up the quilt and was about to go to bed. Then she suddenly found that she was very wet.

***

Wei Tanyi still practiced playing the flute tirelessly. Gradually, the neighbors stopped protesting. In addition to the man in a broken cotton-padded jacket, there were also some ignorant children leaning out of the door and looking at him with flashing eyes.

Of course, there is another secret that no one knows except him and Si Si, that is, those mysterious people who like to haunt the roof have disappeared recently. For those who practice internal skills and mental methods, the heart disorder will go crazy. However, the flat sand and the moon is another demon song that can detate souls. If they find that they can't resist it, those people will disperse one after another out of self-preservation.

"Enough is enough. Are you going to go to the pear garden to be a musician or are you going to wander around the world to sing and beg? Every time you come back, you will see you working hard on a stick." Your arsenic, my honey, and his chas. No matter how much the gentleman on the beam hates it, the music is a messy noise in Han Ruxu.

Wei Tanyi glanced at him and said, "Lord Han is really humiliating. The original general has seen this flat moon with what he has seen in his life. When he hears it, he burst into tears and enters the ear of Lord Han, which is really violent."

Dispelling the children who were watching at the door, Han Ruxu stepped into the door, looked at no one left and right, and said in a low voice, "I went to have a look today. The altar is already high. I heard that there are three floors in total. Except for an incense burner in the middle, nothing is put. It's all for people to kneel down.

"Hmm. So?"

"So? Are you not in a hurry at all?"

Wei Tanyi smiled and said, "Lord Han really loves to worry about it. I have my own things in mind. Lord Han should think about what he should think about."

Han Ruxu blushed: "I'm worried! I can't wait for the altar to be repaired one day earlier!"

"This kind of thing should not be rushed. People who are impatient will be passive. It is the best policy to wait and see what happens."

"Hmm," the impatient man looked at him contemptuously, "Where did the Taoist priest come back from? It's full of great truth."

Taoist priest Shi Li: "The poor road has returned from the Baolu Mountain. I haven't seen you for many days. I don't know how the Han Shizhu is in good health?"

Han Ruqi retreated several steps with the expression of eating the fly by mistake, and waved his hand in front of his mouth and nose in disgust: "No wonder he speaks like the incense burner with a smell of soot!"

Just as Wei Tanyi was about to sneer, the man who had been sitting on the threshold suddenly stood up, as if he was saying something. What do you remember?" He directly bypassed Han Ruxu and went to the door to ask.

"Who are you talking to?" Han Ruxu was ignored and said unhappily.

The man's eyes turned quickly and said, "Baolu Mountain, Baolu... Is there a Taoist temple on the mountain, called, called... Liuli Temple?"

In the joke just now, Wei Tanyi did not fabricate a place name out of thin air. There was indeed a Baolu Mountain in Yinzhou. Because it was said that it was the place where the famous Taoist priest sat in the Yin Dynasty, later generations built a Taoist temple on the mountain as a blessed place. Baolu Mountain got its name because it looks like an incense burner from a distance. It coincides with Taoism, so there are various legends.

"There is a Taoist temple, but I don't know the name," although Wei Tanyi answered uncertainly, his tone seemed to have affirmed that the man came from Yinzhou. "Is your home under Baolu Mountain?"

The man himself was hazy: "I can't remember more..."

"Speaking of Baolu Mountain, the Changming lamp over there is very famous, and it has probably been made since the east." Although Han Ruxu couldn't see the man, he also understood it, so he kindly reminded him.

"Light?" Men obviously heard familiar words.

The Changming lamp has always been used in the tombs of emperors and generals. The body of the bronze town tomb beasts are filled with lamp oil. Once it is lit, it can be illuminated in the dark underground for thousands of years. Of course, immortality can only be a legend, but it does not prevent the people who built the mausoleum to illuminate the last journey for the dead.

Since the restoration of Daji, this altar has been regarded as the first large-scale construction. Although it occupies a wide area, it is not enough to move the masses. In addition, for the sake of the peace of the capital, in addition, in addition to the husbands who have a lot of opinions about three meals a day, it is relatively smooth. The only troubling question is that since the people want to sacrifice, there must be a lamp in the dark at night, but what kind of lamp is needed to ensure that it is on no matter whether it is windy or rainy, and can illuminate such an unprecedented altar?

Emperor Xuanping solicited opinions from his ministers. Finally, someone mentioned that in a village under Baolu Mountain in Yinzhou, people are good at making a kind of lantern called eight-treasure glazed lanterns. It is said that even if there is wind and rain, they can guide people who died in other places to go home under the eaves. It is because of this that Han Ruxu said that in a seemingly "profound" way.

Some people also suggested that it was not auspicious to use that kind of soul lamp, but because the altar itself is for this purpose, although such an opinion was raised, it was soon flooded.

"Anyway, let's go and have a look." Wei Tanyi waited for a long time, but the man remembered more, so he said.

"... I was just ordered to go there and ask the craftsman to come over." Han Ruqi's face turned black. Every time he went out with this guy, he was either wet or muddy. He had to hang up if he didn't make trouble. He was never comfortable.

Wei Tanyi saw through his mind, bent the corners of his mouth and deliberately said, "So, let's postpone the departure. By the way, I need to deal with some things, and there will be a lot of inconveniences along the way with Lord Han."

The fish really got hooked: "A lot of inconveniences? I think it's probably because you are taking the opportunity to think about tricks to harm others.

In the end, he followed the wishes of Wei Tanyi and went on the road together. Baolu Mountain used to be in the center of the territory, but now it is already on the border with Beixiao. If it is not good, it will be shot by the Beixiao people, which is not worth the loss. And Han Ruxu was also afraid that he would cause something earth-shaking in Yinzhou, which would prevent him from coming back in time.