Chapter 112 The Carriage Falling Between the Roads

Li Qingshan responded calmly: "Since you are in the world, how can you not be disturbed by the aura of the world?"

The monk Boxer slowly raised his head and looked at him, and suddenly said an irrelevant sentence: "Since your Majesty is in the palace, why are you not in the palace?"

"Rules are dead objects, and people cannot be detained by dead objects. Your Majesty spends most of his time in the palace. Do I have to be detained in the palace every day? You can hide in the Wanyan Pagoda to practice scriptures every day. I am The Lord of the South Gate of Haotian Dao also has a lot to do, let alone who in Chang'an City can be detrimental to Your Majesty? "

"The South Gate of Haotian Dao..." The monk Wang Yang repeated softly, with an indescribable smile on his face, and said softly: "My Tang Dynasty forced a division of the South Gate from Haotian Dao. Isn't it really good? I know how you can resist the anger erupted from the eyes of those great priests every year when you return to Xiling. "

Li Qingshan said proudly: "Close your eyes and sit on the temple. Don't look at the old faces of those uncles and uncles, you're deaf, and stand in the peach mountain without peach trees, and don't listen to the sound of the abyss of bells in the deep mountains."

"The money the South Gate should pay is not a cent every year. What else do they want? Could it be that I can be killed as a traitor? Then the old Taoists in Xiling must first destroy my Tang Empire. "

The monk Boxer smiled and said nothing.

The South Gate of Haotian Dao is the product of the balance between the Tang Empire and the Xiling Temple. It actually represents the greatest victory of the Tang Empire in the secular religious war. Every day, the Taoist masters in Xiling will have to be on their faces. After a day of embarrassment, he practiced Buddhist skills, and it was really not suitable to express too much opinions on such things.

"The Suzaku woke up last night."

Li Qingshan brought the conversation back to the previous topic, looked at Monk Huang Yang coldly and said, "Whether you want to disturb yourself or not, it has already disturbed many people. As a national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, I cannot face the questions of the court but cannot give an answer. ."

Monk Box Yang looked at the Buddhist scriptures on the desk in front of him, and the bright red ink marks moistened with cinnabar blood on the scriptures. After a moment of silence, he replied, "So you come and find the answer?"

"Before Zhuque woke up, a famous swordsman in the south city was chopped off his head."

The tower was cramped, Li Qingshan walked around the small wooden table and walked to the edge of the tower in two steps. His eyes penetrated the extremely small glass window and looked out of the tower, crossing the forest and falling into the southern city where the moisture was steaming.

"The dead sword master was once a clerk appraiser of the military headquarters. Few people knew that he was in charge of Xiling, and his sword technique came from my Haotian Dao Sect. This is not the key to the problem. I have no interest in provoking troops to the empire for the Xiling uncles and uncles to question the empire for their troops. , What I am interested in is that before the sword master died, he broke the murderer's cloak, but the murderer did not bleed."

Listening to this, the monk Wang Yang thought and slowly responded: "The strong man at the peak of martial arts?"

Li Qingshan turned his head, put his sleeves behind him, and quietly looked at the monk and said, "The martial arts powerhouses in the empire cannot take action. The martial arts powerhouses in the Dahe Yan Kingdom of the Southern Jin Dynasty and other places are under the surveillance of the court, so this kind of The possibility is extremely small, so I doubt whether the ascetic monks of Yuelun Kingdom sneak in and go crazy."

"So you ask me." The monk Wang Yang smiled and repeated what he said before.

"The legend of the world, you have been to the unknown place on the wasteland. I know that this is not a legend, but a real thing. Since that's the case, of course I want to ask you about the ascetic monks in the Yuelun Kingdom."

"I am from Pingzhou Prefecture, Tang Dynasty." The monk Huang Yang smiled and replied quietly, "And I don't believe that the monks of Yuelun Kingdom will risk sneaking into Chang'an City for no reason."

"Then how do you explain the bloodless thing on the murderer's clothes?" Li Qingshan asked in his eyes.

The monk Boxer's eyes were peaceful and replied slowly, "The Vermillion Bird woke up from his anger. The breath of heaven and earth was called an unknown fire, which was enough to burn all things, not to mention that it was just some sticky blood stains? Maybe the murderer had already become ashes. "

This brother of the Tang Dynasty, a monk who has made great progress in Buddhism, was indeed very aware of the truth of the matter in an understatement.

However, this does not fully explain all the problems.

Li Qingshan frowned and asked, "Even if you and I can do it with all our might, I can only make the picture of laziness open her eyes and take a look. How many people are there in this world who can believe that the Suzaku wakes up and get angry? If they are really those legendary predecessors. , Why did he come to Chang'an City to kill people? Why did he take the risk to arouse Zhuque's anger? Why was there no signs? "

The monk Boxer smiled and said, "The same sentence is true. The divine objects left by the saints of the previous generation have their true meanings between movement and stillness. How can we ordinary people understand it? If that senior who may have been here in Chang'an City has really been If you transcend the realm of knowing life, have the power of apocalypse or the thought of infinite distance, then his purpose is not something you and I can guess."

Saints, divine objects, apocalypse, and no distance. These words echo in the cramped space at the top of Wanyan Pagoda. Even the national master of the Tang Dynasty and the wonderful Buddhist sons could not help but fall into a long silence in the face of these extraordinary existences.

"The Thirteenth Year of Apocalypse... It's really not very calm."

Li Qingshan sighed softly, turned around and looked at the sky that was detained outside the glass window, the flowing clouds floating in the sky, and the noisy birds on the clouds, and said leisurely: "Nothing big, but there is always something to do." I wonder if I should have a divination for a small matter that makes people restless."

"Buddhist disciples practice meditation but not life." The monk Huang Yang looked at his back and said calmly: "I never believe in Han Guabu. Please don't forget how big it was to watch the stars in the Imperial Heaven Supervision and Stars that ended up being so popular that I was in the end. Now it seems that the storm that the night covers the stars and the restless appreciation of the generals is ridiculous."

Li Qingshan looked at the clouds and said calmly: "The flowing clouds have the intention, the stars have the intention, any destiny that looks absurd and nonsense at the moment, when fate reaches the next threshold, people will eventually find that it is not inferring absurd but destiny. Such things can easily become ridiculous."

"Even if you say nothing, Master National, don't forget the comments made by the priest from Xiling when he taught you the Taoist Dharma. Even if you have the ability to see through the sky, you have to pay your lifespan as a price. Imperial Heaven Supervision View When Xingkoujian caused countless storms, the Empress begged you to calculate a fortune in order to make a clear mind, but you refused to agree. Is it because you are going to lose your life for a slight tide in your heart and for inexplicable response? "

"The secret of heaven is unpredictable. I, Li Qingshan, want to see how the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty has been for a few more years, how to make a living by hard work." Li Qingshan slowly frowned, looked at the lively vendors outside the temple under the tower and drank in the heat, and said, "But As I was fighting a serious illness, I also wanted to see what kind of variables were left on this chessboard."

The monk Boxer sighed softly in his heart, no longer trying to stop the other party, moved the ink of the Buddhist scriptures on the table, took out the black and white chess pieces and a chessboard from the box, and placed them on the desk.

Li Qingshan turned around and walked to the table without making any complicated and mysterious spell casting actions. He just brushed his sleeves and grabbed two black and white chess pieces and threw them onto the chessboard casually.

Dozens of matte chess pieces crashed and rolled on the wooden chessboard, making a crisp sound. It took a long time to gradually calm down. According to the will of fate, they fell silently in their own position and no longer moved.

Li Qingshan and the monk Box Yang's eyes fell on a black chess piece on the chessboard at the same time. This chess piece did not deceive the straight line, did not control the Tianyuan, and did not focus on the square. It just fell obliquely somewhere, randomly and strangely.

The vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard are like roads on earth. Chess pieces are like travelers and carriages. They stop at the intersection, ask each other, or become enemies, or pour two bowls of tea and drink, and they will never meet again. They are as calm as usual, and disputes are as usual. .

There was only one carriage located in the center of a road to heaven. It did not move forward, retreat, and did not make noise with the travelers on the roadside. It did not mean to break through everything, but was just blocked there silently.

It was this block that suddenly became strange on the crossroads of Qianmo Avenue. People who returned south could not return south, and people who went west could not go west. Those who wanted to draw their swords to meet each other could not meet each other through it. The couple who are in love cannot hug each other through it, calm becomes awkward and disputes become chaotic.

"Is this the variable on the chess?"

Looking at the black chess piece and the silent carriage in Zongheng's Daluo, the national master of the Tang Dynasty, Li Qingshan, still had a calm expression, but his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had suffered a serious illness in this moment. .

There was a dead silence at the top of Wanyan Pagoda. I don't know how long this silence lasted, but it was finally broken by Li Qingshan's hoarse and tired voice, and the sound was empty and unspeakable.

"This variable...is going to die."

When the monk Boxer was slightly stunned when he heard this, he looked at the black chess piece slowly closing with his face, showing compassion.

At this moment, Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows, and a strange color flashed in his pupils, and he said, "No, there are variables."

The night is coming, the summer is not over, and the cicadas are still chirping outside the window. The second floor of the old book building in the academy is quiet. The beautiful and slender female professor by the east window has left at some point, and the seriously injured and dying young man under the west window is still As the wall pan sat, his face was pale and his eyes were closed, as if he would fall into a permanent dark and sweet sleep the next moment.

Not far away, there were rows of bookshelfs against the wall. The complex patterns on the sides of the bookshelf lit up slightly, and then slid away quietly. After a moment, a fat boy wearing a summer robe in academy squeezed over panting.

Just as he was about to squat down and pull out the book "Wu Shanyang on Haoran's Sword" under the bookshelf, the fat boy's brow suddenly frowned, and a hint of suspicion appeared on his blue and white face, and he turned around and looked at him.

Looking at the boy who was motionless by the wall not far away as if he was asleep, his frown brows gradually stretched out, and he sighed with his thick lips, "When is the academy coming again, more desperate than Ning Que The guy?"

(Finally earlier than the previous two days, so I will try to write it out before two o'clock.)