Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

When I woke up, it sounded like a weeping sound like the underworld.

Che Lian grasped it clearly, then left everyone from the Yue family and walked towards the door.

Seeing his steady steps, Yue Mingxi seemed to have a plan in his chest, he couldn't help but feel confused, and he raised his feet and wanted to follow.My grandfather passed away long before he was born, there is no doubt about it; but judging from the apparent panic of my parents now, it seems a bit strange.

Could it be that grandpa is not actually dead, did parents hide something from him?

"...Master, this is difficult for juniors to do. Although the reputation of my Yuejiazhuang in the martial arts is not as good as that of Xiuning Temple, it is not a place where people can come in and out at will." Seeing that Chelian had already stepped out of the threshold, He turned a deaf ear to the warnings behind him, Yue Tianhe's heart tightened, he raised his sword and chased after him, shouting to the guards outside the door, "Stop him!"

The servants of Yuejiazhuang had also learned from the Tingjian Hall, and all of them had extraordinary martial arts skills. When they heard the words, they rushed forward, and drew out their iron swords at their waists to point at the intruder.

Yue Mingxi originally wanted to follow, but when he saw the familiar faces around him, he returned to Mrs. Yue with interest.Of course, he is very clear about the martial arts skills of these servants who grew up with him; judging from the current cultivation level of the owner, the younger he is, he can handle one hit, barely manage two hits, and three or more can fall to the ground Playing dead, not to mention the huge crowd plus his father who is considered a master.

He sneaked a look at Che Lian, thinking that this is a good opportunity to find out his cultivation, he didn't say anything to persuade him, he hid behind Mrs. Yue and waited quietly for him to make a move.

However, to my surprise, Che Lian seemed to have no intention of fighting, she slowed down a bit and still walked forward facing their swords; all the family members wanted to launch an offensive when they saw this, but they all backed away with pale faces in the next moment , his legs trembled in the night wind, as if he was under some invisible pressure.

Yue Mingxi, who was watching from a distance, was taken aback for a moment, then understood.Che Lian didn't even have half a weapon in her hand, so what was oppressing them at this time was naturally not some domineering sword energy, but the evil spirit released by a person who had reached the level of martial arts.

"Yue Tianhe, you are a smart man." Che Lian walked up to Yue Tianhe and said in a flat voice, "I want to see people when I live, and I want to see corpses when I die; The agreement. If you owe me, he will ask his descendants to pay back."

Although Yue Tianhe was not affected by the evil spirit, he frowned a pair of handsome brows, and seemed to understand the realm of the demon monk in front of him.The oncoming evil spirit was not very cruel, and because the source was a monk, it carried an indescribable emptiness and silence, but it made people unable to break free and just wanted to escape.

He didn't know how likely he would be to win a fight if he abruptly launched a fight, but now it seems that forcing him to fight with him is definitely not a wise move; even though he doesn't like Che Lian at all, he doesn't want to let him see his father's current appearance , but at this time, in order to save Yuejiazhuang from unnecessary disasters, he had no choice but to put away his sword, and raised his hand to push back the servants.

"Forgive me for being rude just now, junior." Seeing that Chelian had no intention of getting angry, Yue Tianhe's tense mood eased a little, and seeing that there was no one around, he settled down, "It's inconvenient for Yue to hide the matter now; my father It was indeed at Hua’s home 20 years ago, but the body has been sitting in Yuejiazhuang, and has never been buried. The relic that the Venerable Master just searched for, I’m afraid it’s just the abode where my father lived.”

He bowed his head deeply as he spoke, and said sincerely: "Before my father died, I told my junior not to let outsiders disturb his dreams. No one has set foot in that abode for 20 years, so I hope the Venerable Master can give my father one." Quiet, besides, the gold and silver weapons in the Yue Family Manor can be given to the Venerable Venerable as a token of filial piety to the younger generation."

Yue Mingxi was stunned.

It is said that in ancient times, down-and-out princes and nobles, in order to make a comeback, captured the relics of the Buddha's body and enshrined it in the treasured place of Fengshui in their home. In a short time, they will be able to skyrocket, and their blessings will continue. The treasure temple guarded by monks has never been heard of anyone who made his fortune by relying on this side door.

Unexpectedly, not only did their family enshrine the bones of the Buddha, but the eminent monk was also his own grandfather, and even the famous Master Jiayu who was once famous all over the world.If this matter gets out, maybe his grandfather's remains will become a more bloody existence than the photo book.

In this way, the prosperity of his Yuejiazhuang in recent years is also closely related to the blessing of the gods of his grandfather; Che Lian's search for them is to catch their fate.

Che Lian looked at Yue Tianhe with a frown, she seemed to believe it a bit, and after a while she just said: "I don't intend to embarrass Yue Jiazhuang, but the former teacher is dead or alive, and seeing is believing."

Yue Tianhe had no choice but to sigh and said, "Master, come with me."

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Several people walked together all the way to a quiet and elegant abode in Houzhuang of Yuejiazhuang.It is close to the water source, gathers the energy and stores the wind. It is a carefully selected treasure at a glance. The decoration in front of the court is also antique, and a heavy copper lock hangs on the door.

Yue Tianhe said: "This is the place where my father sat down. This door has been locked by a curse, and even my Yue family can't move the slightest. The master is not as good as..."

Before Yue Tianhe finished speaking, Che Lian raised her hand and tapped on the center of the copper lock; only hearing the click of the lock cylinder, it fell slumped to the spotless ground, and the originally closed door opened accordingly.

There is a dark fire inside the door, the ink on the scriptures on the desk is still wet, and the incense sandalwood is burning in the stone furnace, which is still the same as 20 years ago; a Buddha corpse that has been air-dried is sitting on the niche, cross-legged and drooping eyebrows, with a calm face.

佛尸

Yue Tianhe saw that the seal of the jingshe was forcibly smashed by Che Lian, and he was already shocked. Seeing his father's lifelike face again after 20 years, he felt his nose sore, and his knees softened before he knelt in front of the niche.

Mrs. Yue also knelt down beside Yue Tianhe, looking up at the Buddha's corpse, her beautiful eyes were already filled with tears.

This is the first time for Yue Mingxi to see his grandfather, or Master Jiayu, who is famous all over the world as a glamorous monk.The legendary figure in the martial arts world in the past just sat so peacefully in front of him. Although he had lost all the moisture, he seemed to be old-fashioned, but the alluring color in his brows and eyes could not be concealed by his withered skin.

According to anecdotes from various unofficial histories in the rivers and lakes, Master Jiayu’s life experience is legendary. He is the posthumous son of the former imperial concubine who was born in the coffin. He has seen all the joys and sorrows in the world since he was young. After becoming a Buddha, people in the world have no idea whether he is good or evil in the end; but those tea drinkers who are fond of talking about it may not have thought that this erotic monk ended up here in the end.

Seeing his father and mother kneeling in front of the Buddha's body and weeping, although Yuemingxi had mixed feelings, he had never been familiar with his grandfather after all, so apart from being a little embarrassed, he really couldn't feel any sadness and kept silent. After watching silently for a moment, he turned his gaze to Che Lian who was still standing in front of the altar.

Che Lian stared at the Buddha corpse in front of her, with no joy or sorrow on her face, she lifted her feet away from the Yue family's side after a while, and walked to the desk beside her.There are still pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, and three letters that seem to be written just now are placed in the most conspicuous place; although 20 years have passed since the world, the handwriting on the seal is still bright and fresh, as if it still carries the original meaning of writing. human temperature.

Yuemingxi watched Chelian pick up the letter, so he went over to have a look, and saw that the first letter read: Jiangnan Jilingzhou Mingjing Villa, Gao Siyuan.The second letter is: Jinbei enters Muling Sanbao Temple, Master Wuwu.The third letter did not write the recipient's name and surname, but drew a black lotus on the seal.

Che Lian sat down in front of the desk, took out the not-so-thin stack of letter paper, and read it intently by the candlelight.Yue Mingxi really wanted to see what grandpa said to the beauty, but felt that such peeping was not a gentleman's act, so he could only restrain himself, and his eyes fell on a picture scroll beside the inkstone.

This is obviously his grandfather's last posthumous manuscript, and only four lines of poems are mentioned on it:

Bitter verse Ni Huan Before falling into a dream, there is a little lotus in Xiuning Mountain.

Even if the sentimentality goes to the Buddha, the world is full of whirling lights.

The painting has not been completed yet, and it can only be vaguely seen that it is the rhizome of Hanzi, and it seems to be painted on someone's face.Yue Mingxi pondered over the poem for a while, and some inexplicable inspiration flowed through his mind, hesitatingly raised his eyes to look at Che Lian.

I saw that although Che Lian was still reading the letter, her hands suddenly trembled violently, she grabbed the stack of letter paper out of the folds, and after a while she staggered to the desk, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yue Mingxi turned pale with shock: "Big beauty, what's wrong with you?!"

He clearly saw the blood dripping on Grandpa's scroll, which turned into a golden light and disappeared between the ink stains, and that little poem, together with the unfinished Han, withered and faded in an instant, leaving only a blank and old painting. Old picture scroll.

"Father!" Yue Tianhe said in a miserable voice.

Yuemingxi raised his head suddenly, and found that the corpse sitting upright had been weathered into grains of sand, fell on the niche and disappeared without a trace; The stone stove covered with cedarwood became mottled, and cobwebs and dust covered the corners and places.

Che Lian wiped off the blood on the corner of her lips, wrapped the relic on her wrist in her palm, there was a Buddha's light all over her body, and she seemed to be chanting words.

"Namoxiang Yungai Bodhisattva Mahasattva..."

Mrs. Yue knew that he had recited Xiangzan, so she hurriedly dragged her husband and Erlang to kneel down in front of the altar, and listened to him recite the Sutra of Infinite Life; after listening to him recite seven times in a row, she said Amitabha, but her eyes were still widowed. , leaning on Yuemingxi's shoulder and sobbing softly.

"You two don't need to worry. Master Jiayu has gone to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. In the future, he will only clean up the place a little bit and enshrine the tablet. His blessings during his lifetime are still efficacious.