Grandpa is such a bird

The emperor of Dajing believed in Buddhism, so Buddhist incense was very strong, and monks often set up altars to preach scriptures in large cities and small towns.

Sitting in the car, the emperor rubbed the brocade box in his hand, thinking of the words of the presiding master in the mountain temple, he smiled with satisfaction.

If he can bless Dajing in a peaceful and prosperous age, he will become a wise king, shine through the ages, and leave his name in history.

There is no historical record that a Mingjun did any murderous and shady things before he became a Mingjun, because without him to cover it up, the world will forget it.Those mediocre people, those historians who criticize and criticize him, will defend him and whitewash him.

This is the treatment that can only be obtained by holding the imperial power and being supreme, so countless people have racked their heads to want this position, and he is also, besides, he sat on this position as he wished.

The emperor was full of conceit. From the curtain of the carriage, he could see the monks setting up an altar under the tall and lush willow trees at the street entrance. When he paid enough money for sesame oil for the Buddha, even the Buddha would probably forget everything he had done in the past.

Thinking of this, the emperor knocked on the wall of the car.

"Your Majesty?" Feng Jing rode behind the carriage.

Emperor: "Since Zen Master Huiguang, the master's younger brother who presides over the master, wants to lecture on scriptures for me, I naturally can't ignore his kindness. You can make arrangements to see him after I take a bath and change clothes."

Feng Jing's whole body was stiff, he tightened the reins in his hand, his Adam's apple rolled, he gritted his teeth and tried to keep his tone as normal as possible: "Your Majesty, there are many people out there, and you have been out for a long time, please return to court as soon as possible."

The emperor said: "I understand. Commander Feng, you are almost as verbose as Mr. Anxi. Since I have already got the things with my own hands, I will leave tomorrow. Staying for half a day is not considered a delay. Let me pass on my will."

Outside the carriage, Feng Jing responded with difficulty. There was a handwritten letter from Yin Chenglan on his chest, but at this moment it was like ice, pulling him into the abyss. Feng Jing took a big breath, and then he seemed to float out of the ice cave.

He clenched his horsewhip tightly, and said painfully in his heart: "The last time... the last time..." It seemed that only by repeating these words could he continue.

After bathing and changing clothes, burning incense and washing hands, that's all, the emperor changed into the monk's robe of a lay disciple and went to see the Zen master.

Outside the house was heavily guarded, Feng Jing stood aside holding a sword, the veins in his neck stretched, his head was lowered, and he tried his best to keep himself silent.

There was the sound of a peaceful wooden fish 'tuk-tuk' coming from the room. The emperor intentionally asked the people inside to wait for a while, and smoothed the corner of his robe slowly. house door.

The carved door opened slowly, and one could see a large piece of light gauze curtain hanging in the room, flying like blue sea waves with the wind, and a person could be faintly seen sitting behind the green gauze in the tent.

The door closed behind him, with a slight creak, but somehow it hit the emperor's heart.

His chest was empty, and an inexplicable feeling poured into his limbs and clasped his throat.

The person behind the green gauze didn't make a sound, but the emperor subconsciously had the urge to turn around and leave immediately.

But he didn't leave, the pride and conceit of a high-ranking person would never allow him to take a step back.

The emperor creaked the sandalwood beads in his hand, and finally raised his steps and walked towards the house, opened layer after layer of curtains hanging from the floor, and said in his mouth: "Master, I have been waiting for a long time, I..."

His throat seemed to be choked suddenly, and the unfinished words disappeared in his terrified eyes.

He saw the prince, who had been dead for many years, sitting on a green jade chair, with a black robe swaying on the floor, with a small table in his hand, boiling a pot of clear bitter tea, and the wafting fragrance of tea filled the room.

Just like years ago, the East Palace Hall.

Yin Chenglan rolled up his sleeves to make tea without even raising his eyelids: "Brother Huang is here, sit down."

At that moment, the Emperor of Ninth Five-Years suddenly discovered that after so many years, he was still the mediocre and inconspicuous prince, and this man was still able to handle a million soldiers in his hands, and no one could match him with talent and virtue. Prince Dajing.

The emperor's eyes were bloodshot in an instant, and his fingers tightly clenched the wooden Buddha beads, panting with a ferocious expression: "You are... not dead!"

Yin Chenglan raised his eyelids unhurriedly, looked at the terrified emperor who couldn't help trembling, smiled slightly, and said leisurely: "The emperor is still alive, how dare I go to hell alone."

The emperor was startled, and his heart was full of turmoil. He seemed to be out of breath, his chest heaved violently, and he looked like he was dying. He subconsciously wanted to grab something, and grabbed the light gauze curtain beside him.

The curtain was under no force, and large pieces fell down, bumping and undulating, like a non-stop surging tide, lying between the emperor and Yin Chenglan.

In the cyan waves of veil, the emperor saw Yin Chenglan slowly raised his lips and smiled, as if he had crawled out of the abyss of the sea of ​​blood, and returned to the world with utter hatred.

The emperor was terrified to the extreme.

The voice of a servant asking in a low voice came from outside the house, and the emperor finally came to his senses, and while retreating towards the door, he roared angrily, "Come on! Catch...catch the traitor!!!"

He turned to open the door, and when he turned his head again, the person sitting in the green veil had disappeared.

Feng Jing and the Imperial Army broke in. Seeing this scene, they didn't ask any more questions, leaving some people to guard the emperor, and rushed out with their own people.

The emperor was supported by a forbidden soldier, bent over and panting violently, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and the broad knife worn by the forbidden soldier reflected his distressed appearance. Thinking of just now, he felt a chill in his heart, the prince is not dead, He didn't die!

Cold sweat rolled into the emperor's eyes, staining his eyeballs red. He straightened up abruptly, pushed the man away, held the imperial saber in his hand, and shouted: "He must die, he must die!"

The emperor raised his knife like crazy and laughed: "If I can kill him once, I can kill him thousands of times!"

Feng Jing rushed to the street, and saw the surroundings as normal, peaceful and lively, with hawkers coming and going, children playing, and the guards on the side looked around in confusion, and couldn't help saying: "Commander Feng, who is the traitor your Majesty is talking about? I didn't see anything , and didn’t hear any movement, where are the rebels in broad daylight?”

Feng Jing said coldly: "Your Majesty says yes."

The guard hurriedly said, "Yes, but where should we go after him?"

Feng Jing tightened his grip on the knife, and looked far away. There were carriages passing by from time to time in the streets and alleys. He quickly focused his sight on an ordinary carriage. The carriage was driving towards the city gate, and it was about to leave the southwest city.

Feng Jing took a step and stopped again. The blood vessels on the back of the hand holding the knife burst out. He hesitated, tearing rationally.

A child threw down at his feet with candied haws. Feng Jing lowered his head to help him up. The child wiped his nose with his sleeve, and ran into his mother's arms with a smile.

Haiyan Heqing——this is what he hopes for as a minister, and as for... what kind of person the high-ranking person is and what he has done, as long as he can bring peace to Dajing, the rest does not matter.

Feng Jing said in a low voice, "I'm sorry", and raised his voice: "Come with me, catch up with that carriage!"

At noon, in Meixie Forest, Ling Jiang stood at the edge of the forest, glanced back at Qi Ying who was waiting outside the forest, and went straight into the forest.

Qi Ying patted the fidgety letter bird cage beside him, looking at the dark green front: "The divine bird, it grows into a round lump, it is also a divine bird, you can't compare it."

As soon as he entered the forest, the surrounding light immediately dimmed.

Even the wind is dead still.

The dead forest stands on a swamp covered with green duckweed. The surface is covered with rotting roots and fallen leaves. Inside, there are corpses emitting a foul smell. I don't know whether it is a beast or a human. Only bones are left. Hanging carrion.

The whole forest seemed to only hear the sound of his own flapping wings. Ling Jiang held his breath and searched around for the place where Qi Ying said that there were a large number of leeches.

He flew for a while, but found nothing, and planned to find a tree to rest his little wings. He was extremely cautious, and first patted a wrist-thick branch in front of him with his little wings. The sound broke off with a crash, revealing the center that had already been hollowed out.

Ling Jiang lowered his head and saw the tree trunk fall into the swamp, then slowly sank into the calm green duckweed swamp, green bubbles burst out from the swamp, and soon engulfed the dead tree branches.

Then, the swamp was covered again with green duckweed, like the surface of water.

Ling Jiang looked up and glanced at the gloomy Meixie forest, and realized one thing, maybe they underestimated this forest and overestimated Pei Jiangnan. If Pei Jiangnan had nowhere to stay in the Meixie forest, any dead tree would He couldn't even support his weight, and when he strayed into it, he sank into the swamp like a broken log, and now his bones should be hard to find.

He loves death, Ling Jiang doesn't care, he only cares whether the Big Dipper on Pei Jiangnan's body has also sunk into the swamp.

That was Yin Chenglan's antidote, he insisted on it.

Ling Jiang hangs in the air, squinting expressionlessly, not knowing what he is thinking.

He suddenly lowered his head and stared at the silver anklet on his paw, and he could still see a glint of silver light flowing in the dim light, then he found out his small wooden trough from nowhere, held it with a small wing, and placed it in front of his eyes Take a closer look.

Afterwards, Lingjiang put away the small wooden trough he was reluctant to part with, and closed his eyes.

The dark swamp forest, wet mud, dead roots and fallen leaves, endless duckweed, everything in Meixie Forest came to mind after Lingjiang closed his eyes.

He made an obscure sound in a low voice, like a spell, but it was vague, the words were not in words, the words were not in sentences, and the sentences were not in chapters, it was more like a mysterious and unpredictable language.

With Lingjiang's voice, a gleam of light appeared in the gloomy forest where even the sun seemed unwilling to shine in. If anyone saw it, they would find that the golden light was burning from Lingjiang's body.

It’s burning—that chubby little body seems to be bathed in a blazing flame. He has a golden flame in the heart, and the wind is green and quiet in the outer flame. Lingjiang whispered slowly: “Spread out.”

The green wind and fire scattered into the entire Meixie forest, clinging to the grass, leaves, soil, and trees, and all irrelevant things gave way, and the rotten swamp seemed to be split open by someone with a knife, making a heavy grunt With the sound of bubbling, the thick mud was slowly separated.

In the dark mud, countless things were peeled off, Ling Jiang closed his eyes, flapped his little wings, and fanned away the things he didn't want.

"It's not this one. Those who just died won't rot so quickly."

In the silent forest, a little yellow bird was bathed in golden light, whispering in its mouth.

At its feet, the mud split in two, and filthy things appeared constantly. Not far away, a skeleton was lifted in the air, and the little yellow bird muttered to himself with a stern face, and threw the skeleton aside: "It's too ugly. "

Otherwise, do you want to be beautiful even after death?

After an unknown amount of time, a corpse that was still wearing clothes, covered in mud, and worms fell down with a flick was pulled up from the air.

"found it."

Even though he found what he was looking for so hard, the little yellow bird was not at all excited, calm and handsome, and he looked like a bird who had seen a big scene.

He looked at the corpse for a while, and after confirming that it was Pei Jiangnan, he gave Ji Yushan a piss: "Scumbag... whore!"

Then Shi Spell pinched the corpse's shoulders and shook vigorously, puff puff puff, shaking off the rotten mud, bugs, and messy arms and legs on the ground, and with a sound that was different from other crisp sounds, Lingjiang Looking down, I saw a dirty little bag.

Throwing the corpse away casually, he floated the small bag, and took out a boxy brocade box the size of a palm and a letter covered in mud.

The letter paper was already soaked, Lingjiang Zhanping tried to read it, but he could only see the words 'Meixie...Guigu...' from the smudged handwriting, thanks to the dense strokes, the ink has not completely faded away.

He quickly threw away the letter paper, and his eyes fell on the small brocade box.

The whole body of the small brocade box was pitch black, made of black iron, and a complicated copper lock was hung on it. Ling Jiang thought for a while, raised his claws and squeezed the copper lock into powder.

……

Sometimes force is better than intelligence.

Lingjiang put away the spell, conjured up a human form, and opened the box.

Lying on the wall of the red wooden box is a black stone with uneven edges and corners, the size of a copper coin, which is extremely unusual. Lingjiang is convinced that the one he picked up with his claws on the side of the road looks better than this thing.

Pei Jiangnan dropped his bag early?This idea appeared in Lingjiang's mind, and after he picked up the stone, he completely dismissed the idea.

When the slightest light falls on the stone, the originally dark stone has a clear black crystal glow. As the angle changes, the uneven edges and corners on it refract a little light. The light just formed the shape of the Big Dipper in the night sky on the crystal surface of the stone.

So this stone is called Big Dipper.

Ling Jiang stared at the Big Dipper, frowned, worried that Yin Chenglan's teeth might be alright.

He took a sniff under his nose and smelled a medicinal herb, probably some kind of strange-shaped medicinal herb. After figuring this out, Lingjiang no longer hesitated, turned back into a bird, and flew out with a stone in his mouth.

He went in for more than an hour without any movement, and finally came out.Seeing the yellow spot, Qi Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "I found it? It's great."

Subconsciously, he took out a peanut bean to reward it.

Ling Jiang shook his head in disgust, and spat out the Big Dipper Stone into his palm.

Qi Ying had no choice but to give up feeding the birds, and carefully put the Big Dipper into his arms. Remembering that there seemed to be a fire in the forest just now, he asked why.

With a sullen face, Ling Jiang said straightforwardly: "If you ask me, who will I ask?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head coldly.

Can't wait to go back.

Waiting to ask for credit, he wants to roll around and act like a baby, begging for a hug.

Lingjiang flew forward for a certain distance, turned his head and saw Qi Ying riding a horse with other letter birds slowly following behind, he was just about to say something, at this moment, a black falcon flew in the sky, rushing eagerly Come over, pass by Lingjiang's wings, roll and fall into Qiying's hands.

Qi Ying put the black falcon on his shoulder, took a look at the contents of the bamboo tube, then grabbed the rein and said loudly: "Follow me!"

Then he turned his horse's head and ran in the opposite direction.

Ling Jiang's heart tightened, and he quickly chased after Qi Ying, fluttering his little wings and said, "Did something happen to Nineteen?"

Qi Ying hummed vaguely: "Follow me first." Speeding up the horse.

Just after they left, a person walked out from the dense and dark Meixie forest. His back was bent almost into a circle. It was the passing old man who was stopped just now. The old man looked at the direction they left with cloudy eyes. There was a dull movement, his shriveled fingers shook the fan, and his wrinkled features suddenly revealed a ferocious smile.

The old man took out a red and blackened scorpion from his arms, stuffed it into his mouth with a smile and began to chew. The scorpion's terrifying pincers were still on the corners of his lips. When he jumped, his movements were surprisingly sharp. Like a cooked prawn, it didn't hinder his movements at all, and disappeared in the same place in a flash, and the floating soil didn't startle the slightest.