Jiajing Spiritual Records

"Ning Huan, wake up."

It was night, the third watch, Ning Huan was woken up sleepily by Su Xian beside him. "Is it time?" Ning Huan rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked around blankly and asked.Su Xian gave a "hmm" and urged: "Get up, let's go."

Ning Huan closed his eyes and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and slowly moved to the bedside to find his pair of boots that he had lost somewhere.Su Xian got out of bed, rummaged through the closet for a while, and took out a piece of clothing.He turned around and saw Ning Huan lying on the side of the bed reaching for the boots that had been kicked under the bed at some point.Su Xian pouted angrily, and threw the clothes in his hands to Ning Huan on the bed: "You change this clothes first."

"What is this?" Ning Huan pulled off the clothes covering his head, and saw a familiar pattern of flying fish embroidered on the black satin, he raised his head in doubt and asked, "Why did you give me your official uniform? "

Su Xian took a deep breath, and a mocking smile gradually curled up on the corner of his mouth. He slowed down his tone and explained: "So Mr. Ning wants to enter the palace ostentatiously like this, and then be arrested as an assassin?"

Ning Huan narrowed his eyes, swallowed his anger and let out a "tsk", sat up from the bed, scratched his hair, and looked at the official uniform in front of him.He quickly took off his underwear, exposing most of his chest, the two small pink bumps on his chest were buried in the bright yellow quilt, half covered with Ning Huan's movements.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the stiff figure beside him, and Ning Huan turned his head blankly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Su Xian was taken aback, his ears turned a thin layer of red, as if he had been caught doing something bad, and his eyes hurriedly fled to another place.If Suxian still looks like that white cat now, he might have blown his hair.His sneering tone seemed to hide the guilt in his eyes, and he said to Ning Huan angrily: "Can't you be more reserved and change clothes after I go out?"

Ning Huan frowned puzzledly, with a hint of bewilderment in his brows, "But didn't I change clothes in front of you before?" Ning Huan fastened the top button slowly, then raised his head suddenly, There was a clear look on his face, "I know. If you say you, you are just dismissed from office, why are you so angry! At worst, you can become your Taoist priest again, and let our academy sell your paper man trick. I'll keep you making money day by day."

"I beg you to shut up." Suxian picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the table and blocked Ning Huan's mouth. Narrative: "We can set a price of 500 taels first, no one cheats, you three and I seven..."

Su Xian rolled his eyes, shook his head helplessly, knelt down, picked up the pair of boots that Ning Huan kicked to the bottom of the bed from the ground, pulled his ankles, and gritted his teeth: "Put on your shoes!"

Ning Huan was wearing a brocade guard uniform and followed Su Xian, the cold night wind blowing away his drowsy drowsiness.Ning Huan suddenly thought of Geng Yang and Kong Kong, so he asked: "Why don't you see Taoist Priest Xu Kong and Geng Yang coming with you?"

"They? They disappeared before you were lying on the bed." Su Xian replied.

"Missing!" Ning Huan exclaimed, especially loud in this silent night, he hastily lowered his voice, and asked, "How did the two of them disappear?"

Su Xian fanned his eyelashes lightly, turned his head to look at Ning Huan who looked worried, and said, "Those two people are not my senior brother and Geng Yang." Amidst Ning Huan's face full of surprise, Su Xian Fu said again, "You still Remember the gate he mentioned that includes the ghost domain and the imperial city? I asked the master, and he said that he had never told my senior brother about this matter."

"But..." Ning Huan frowned slightly, and looked down at the road under his feet. After a long silence, he suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at Su Xian, "But the door of that door The reminder was also suggested by that person, now that we are going to the palace, could there be some conspiracy?"

Su Xian sneered: "Then let's see what he wants to do?" His eyes fell on Ning Huan's slightly disturbed face, Su Xian lowered his tone, and whispered, "I also asked Master, which door The door does exist, and your guess is probably right." Su Xian looked towards the palace with heavy eyes, "That door is in the palace."

Aside from a few detours, Ning Huan was wearing Suxian's official robes, and the way into the palace was also smooth.Having escaped the last patrolling guards, Ning Huan let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeves.Su Xian glanced at Ning Huan calmly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and there was a playful smile under his eyelashes: "Excellent." Su Xian mocked.Ning Huan replied with a cold snort of disdain.Before the fifth watch arrived, they returned to the other courtyard in the corner of the palace.

Withered phoenix trees stand in the center of the courtyard, and the clear pool reflects the mottled moonlight. Across the long corridor, you will find the warm pavilion in your memory.Most of the place was covered by cobwebs. It seemed that this place had been abandoned for a long time. Su Xian reached out and lit the candlestick on the table. The warm yellow light diffused the bleak moonlight that shone through the broken window paper into the room.

The books are placed in a mess on the table case, the cracked inkstone, the faded lacquer case, the gauze curtain is embroidered with hundreds of butterflies and flowers, and the yellowed book covers are full of traces of time.Su Xian picked up one of them, and blew away the dust covered on the cover. The paper made a crisp sound of "crackling", and he carefully flipped through the pages under the dim candlestick.

Ning Huan looked around and asked, "Which prince lives here?"

"Not the prince." Su Xian replied without raising his head.

"Not the prince?" Ning Huan was a little surprised.

"Is it strange?" Su Xian stopped turning the pages in his hands, and gently raised his eyes, "Don't you know that the current emperor is not the father and son of the late emperor?"

Of course Ning Huan knew that Emperor Ming Wuzong died young and left no heirs, so he adopted the son of his fourth younger brother Xingxian King as his younger brother.

"But you mean younger brother?" Ning Huan frowned and asked in confusion.

Su Xian gently closed the book in his hand: "It is true that the younger brother of the Holy Majesty drowned to death, so this place is a forbidden place." Su Xian looked at the dilapidated furnishings around him, "But there is another saying in the palace. " He lowered his eyes and whispered in Ning Huan's ear: "It is said that the emperor's half-brother was executed here."

Ning Huan was startled, still not understanding the meaning of Su Xian's words.Su Xian twitched the corners of his lips, and explained: "Back then, Yang Shoufu only made the son of King Xingxian the emperor. King Xingxian had two sons, the eldest son is dead, and the elder brother will die, so he made the second son the heir."

Ning Huan's eyes widened slightly, and the blankness between his brows was replaced by a look of shock, "You mean..." He suddenly took a deep breath, because he had heard some great secret.But what is the relationship between Xi Le Buddha and the Holy One and the owner of this other courtyard?

Su Xian put the book in his hand back on the table, and Ning Huan's eyes fell on the yellowed cover, attracted by the weird symbols drawn on it. "What is this?" Ning Huan asked suspiciously.

"This?" Su Xian opened the inner page, only to see that it was also full of such dense and strange characters. "This is the script of Siam, a small country in the southeast." Su Xian explained, "But I have only seen it on those tributes from Siam before, so I can't understand it." Ning Huan nodded suddenly, Su Xian Xian wrapped the book in his hand and stuffed it into his sleeve.He hooked his lips and said, "I can't read, but my senior brother can."

"Daoist Master Xukong." Mentioning Daoist Master Xukong, Ning Huan's face inevitably flashed with anxiety, "I don't know where Daoist Master Xukong and Geng Yang are now?"

"Left and right can't die." Suxian replied casually. He walked to the center, looked at the round mirror rimmed with carved wood and flowers, and said again, "Maybe he has already entered the ghost realm."

Su Xian stood in front of the mirror. The clear mirror was incompatible with this dusty room. Under the faint candlelight, the mirror reflected the unchanged furnishings in the house. The faded paint on the mahogany table peeled off the core inside. The gauze tent swayed with the night wind, a few scattered books, no one was there, no one in the room...

Su Xian turned around and asked, "Is this the mirror you're talking about?" Ning Huan nodded.

Su Xian frowned slightly, and stroked the surface of the round mirror with his right hand. After he was silent for a while, a clear expression appeared on his face.As he was chanting words, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the room, the yellowed pages of the book rustled, and the candlelight on the table flickered on and off.At this time, there was a layer of shallow ripples on the mirror like water waves, and Su Xian's hand slowly penetrated through the surface of the mirror.

Ning Huan looked at everything in front of him in surprise: "This is?"

Su Xian said in a deep voice: "You guessed right. The gate to the ghost domain and the palace is here."

"Let's go." Su Xian greeted.

On the mirror surface of the round mirror, the halo was blurred in front of his eyes. Ning Huan saw the white-clothed scholar again, but this time he was standing with his back facing him. "Are you leaving this time and never coming back?"

"Hmm." It was the voice of another person, "This time, I won't come back." The sound of the pattering rain swallowed up someone's sigh, and someone's tears were buried in this drifting rain.

"Zi Yang." The hoarse voice lamented a little sadly, the man was silent for a while and said, "I wish you all the best in your son and daughter, and your wishes come true."

"it is good."

"Ning Huan?" Seeing Ning Huan standing in front of the mirror in a daze, Su Xian softly called his name. "What's wrong with you?" Su Xian frowned and asked a little worried.

Ning Huan blinked his blank eyes, and gradually regained focus. "I..." Ning Huan's lightly parted lips closed again, he shook his head, and said to Su Xian, "It's nothing, let's go."

Su Xian worriedly glanced at Ning Huan again, Ning Huan grinned, showing a bright smile: "It's all right." Ning Huan emphasized again, Su Xian's frowning eyebrows were slightly relaxed.

"Follow me closely." Ning Huan nodded, and the figures of the two disappeared in the round mirror.

The other end of the mirror is connected to the ghost domain.Carved window lattices, mahogany table cases, light spilled into the house through the white window paper, and the sound of pattering rain continued outside.Everything in front of me is the same as the furnishings in the house just now, like another time and space re-enacted, but it has been refurbished several times.

"Where will Mr. Wang be locked up?" Ning Huan asked, looking around.

Su Xian shook his head: "Go out and have a look first."

The leaves of the sycamore trees are verdant.In the hazy and humid water mist, countless water flowers blossomed in the lotus pond.Two monks stood outside the house.

A young monk with a broom in his hand is cleaning the fallen leaves of the plane tree under the tree. "How can I cultivate a Buddha if I don't have a Buddha in my heart?" said the old monk behind him, flicking the beads in his hand.

"Can I see him by cultivating Buddha?" The young monk said slowly without looking up. "Shushasha" he continued to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground to one place without stopping.

The old monk shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "The living must perish, and those who meet must leave. Why can't you let go?"

"There are eight sufferings in life, birth is suffering, old age is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering, love is parting and parting is suffering, complaining is suffering for a long time, not being able to ask for it is suffering, and you can't let go of crying. The Buddha can save all living beings, why are all living beings still suffering? My heart is for him, but the Buddha If you can't cross me, what use is it to me if there is a Buddha or not?"

"Who is this person?" Ning Huan asked suspiciously.At this time the young monk turned around, Ning Huan suddenly felt that he looked a little familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen him.Suddenly, he was startled suddenly, isn't that monk the white-clothed scholar who led him here?

"What is the relationship between the owner of this courtyard and Buddha Xi Le?" Ning Huan murmured.

At this time, the young monk walked towards the house.Ning Huan panicked and was looking for a place to hide, but he didn't want to be grabbed by his sleeve by Su Xian.Suxian looked at Ning Huan's confused expression, and explained: "This is just a fragment in the mirror image, he can't see us." Sure enough, the young monk went straight through the two of them into the back room after entering the house.

Suxian's deep eyes looked at the surrounding furnishings: "Is it the imperial palace more than ten years ago?" He murmured as if talking to himself, "What happened?" A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he whispered, "You can only find out after seeing the Commander."

Ning Huan pursed his lips slightly, and looked around anxiously: "I don't know where Master Wang is locked up?"

Su Xian thought for a while and said: "Since this place is exactly the same as in the palace, I think I probably know where he will be locked up."

The two went out of the courtyard, avoiding the patrolling bronze men all the way, and found the location of the prison.

A group of bronze guards standing outside the prison. "What should I do?" Ning Huan asked softly, suppressing his voice.At this time, it happened that two bronze figures came towards the prison from a distance.Su Xian rolled his eyes, and a calculating light flashed in his eyes. He patted Ning Huan on the shoulder and said, "Follow me."

Ning Huan looked at the two armor stripped from the bronze figures, and asked doubtfully, "Do you think it's really possible?"

Su Xian wiped the blade, slowly raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Huan: "There's so much nonsense." He looked at Ning Huan's fair and tender face, Su Xian thought for a while, dipped in the blood on the ground and looked at Ning Huan's face erase.Ning Huan wrinkled his nose in disgust, but he still didn't move away.

The heavy armor clattered on his body, and Ning Huan followed behind Su Xian without saying a word. "What are you here for?" One of the bronze men outside the sky prison stepped forward to stop the two of them.

Su Xian lowered his head, imitating their rough and hoarse voices and replied: "Xi Le Buddha wants to see you."

A puzzled look appeared on the bronze man's black face: "See you again so soon?" But he still moved away automatically and let the two of them in.

Su Xian and Ning Huan walked around the prison, and finally found Wang Zhenning in a cold and damp cell. "Master Wang!" Su Xian shouted in a low voice.

There was a strong smell of blood in the cell, and the human inside lay torn apart on the straw spread on the ground, with a large puddle of blood around. "Is he alright?" Ning Huan asked worriedly when he saw the person lying motionless on the ground.

The person on the ground struggled to move suddenly, and let out a painful groan. "Master Wang?"

Slowly opened a pair of clear eyes under the disheveled hair, saw the person outside the cell suddenly sat up, but was forced to lie back down by the violent tearing pain.He stared at Su Xian and asked, "Why are you here?"

Su Xian frowned, looked at Wang Zhenning who was lying on the ground covered in bruises and asked instead: "What exactly did you offend that Buddha of Joy?"

Wang Zhenning took a deep breath, staring at the square above his head, the corners of his mouth raised without a trace of warmth: "Maybe he hates me so much that I killed Geng Yi with my own hands." He sighed a long time, let out a wry smile, He murmured as if talking to himself, "But who killed Geng Yi?"