Jiajing Spiritual Records

Chapter 84

The living corpses in the shadows are like jackals sniffing blood, lurking in the darkness and waiting for an opportunity to move.Cloaked in the darkness of night, Geng Yang stood still in front of the demon monk, "So you're still alive." The demon monk couldn't tell the joy and anger on his face, and he stated in a slow tone, "What are you here for?" the demon monk asked.

The young man raised his head, and he replied, "The man asked me to stop you." A deep dark color flashed in his eyes, "The man said that the eternal night on Chang'an Street is less than one ten-thousandth of the time when the sun is warm in March." Looks good." Hearing this, the demon monk was stunned for a moment, a trace of bewilderment flashed through his coquettish eyes.He stared at the young man with slightly lowered eyes, and after being silent for a while, he sneered softly, with a trace of disgusted coldness in his eyes.

In an instant, a cold hand sank into Geng Yang's chest, and blood trickled down from the gouged-out mouth. "It's late." He laughed loudly presumptuously, his eyes fixed on the direction of the imperial palace, the imperial city overlapping with the ghost domain, the joy of killing flashed in the bottom of his eyes, the end of his eyes and the tip of his brow The strange red became more and more dazzling in the cold night, "Could it be that you really think that poor Zhu Ziyang is still alive now."

"Is he gone already?" Geng Yang nodded, blood smeared from his skirt, dripping on the wet bluestone slab under his feet, his calm tone was a little imperceptible mourning.

The demon monk snorted coldly. "Pfft", Geng Yang's body trembled violently, and the hand that was submerged in his chest was pulled out violently, blood splattered all over his face.

"Geng Yang!" Ning Huan's eyes widened slightly, he shouted Geng Yang's name in fear, Fang stepped off his horse and was held down by Su Xian on the side. "You..." Ning Huan looked at Su Xian puzzled, but he saw that Su Xian's face was calm, and seeing Ning Huan looking over, he just shook his head slightly at him, he opened his lips and didn't make a sound, but Ning Huan Huan understood the meaning, and said, "Don't worry, Geng Yang is fine."

"Hehe." Like a pool of blood slowly flowing from under his feet, Geng Yang raised his head. Under the surprised eyes of the demon monk, he slowly evoked a meaningless smile, and the hair scattered on his shoulders flew in the strong wind. Rolling dry leaves, rubble splashed on Chang'an Street, Geng Yang straightened up, and wiped away the blood that hadn't dried up on his face indifferently. "Ning Huan, I'm fine." Geng Yang said, he didn't turn his head, his gaze was always on the demon monk.

"Since he is dead." Geng Yang slowly took out a jade token from his pocket, and he smiled: "I don't know if you still recognize this."

There was shock in the eyes of the demon monk, and the hands hanging on both sides of the sleeves trembled slightly. I wonder if it was Ning Huan's illusion. The clear light alternated repeatedly in the bottom of his eyes. "So you know it." Geng Yang sneered.

He raised the token in his hand, his voice was deep, hoarse, with undeniable ruthlessness, strangely like the soul of another person poured into the body of a young man. "All the generals obey the order, the mountains and rivers are in turmoil, and the evil spirits are in power. I order you to wait, all the demons and monsters will be punished." His eyes were full of bloodthirsty killing intent, and the majestic blood burst from behind him, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains. , The muffled thunder of "Boom" came from the bluestone land under his feet.

From the black mist in the distance, a group of figures holding golden daggers slowly walked out.The drums are roaring, they are wearing broken armor, the blood dripping from the cold blades reflects their bloodless faces under the armor, and the quiet and solemn team is accompanied by the consistent "da" and "da" under their feet in the howling wind. sound, walking towards them...

Ning Huan tugged Su Xian's sleeve beside him, his face full of shock.Su Xian pursed his lips, and silently pulled Ning Huan back to the shadow of the street corner, "This...what is this?" Ning Huan stared wide-eyed in a daze, and couldn't even straighten his tongue in shock.Su Xian remained silent for a moment, then looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly and said: "The yin soldier talisman borrows the yin soldier."

"Then...then..." Ning Huan "gulu" swallowed with difficulty, for a moment he didn't know whether he should ask that skinny boy why he has the ability to summon Yin soldiers, or... After a long while, he sighed With a sigh of relief, half of his head poked out from the corner: "Is Geng Yang alright?" Ning Huan asked.

"It's all right." Su Xian replied, he thought for a moment and then added, "At least he's all right now."

"Then...that Buddha of Joy." Ning Huan's eyes hesitated a little, "Can those Yin soldiers really get rid of Zhu Ziyang? After all, he is Buddha of Joy, the immortal body mentioned in the Siamese book..."

Su Xian's moist eyes fixed on Ning Huan, he hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled suddenly: "Who told you that Zhu Ziyang is the Buddha of Joy."

"Isn't it?" Ning Huan raised his head suspiciously.

Suxian shook his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he couldn't tell the meaning, he replied: "Xile Buddha is indeed immortal, but Zhu Ziyang can only be regarded as a body puppet of Xile Buddha at most. " Ning Huan frowned, staring blankly at Su Xian, unable to understand the meaning of his words.

"Da da da" The sound of horseshoes echoed faintly on the silent Chang'an Street, and the Yin soldiers automatically separated and stood on both sides, splitting a path for the middle man.A figure appeared at the end of the line, with gilt bronze armor, copper stars densely embellished on the gown, bright yellow waist tassels tightly tied around the waist, and a long knife hanging below.Ning Huan had seen him before, he was the one who sat on the plane tree and threw the white cat at him when he escaped from the ghost town.

"He..." Ning Huan said to himself in surprise.

"He is Geng Yi." Su Xian took the conversation, he looked up at the star curtain above his head, a dark color streamed through his eyes, "It was the one who was tricked into the capital by Zhu Ziyang back then, and wrote the confession for him. The soldiers and horses were buried together in the Ghost General on the Dead Man's Slope." Su Xian looked back at Ning Huan's dumbfounded expression, a trace of indescribable sadness flashed in his bright eyes, he chuckled lightly, and murmured: "Ning Huan, do you know what I saw in front of that round mirror..."

The story begins with a beggar named Geng San.

"Kill him to death—" At the backlit corner of the narrow and dark street, seven or eight children formed a circle, punching and kicking the beggar in the middle.

"Hmph, his father is a traitor who is collaborating with the enemy and treason, and the son of the traitor is also a traitor. Kill him—"

Fists rained down, and Beggar covered his head, struggling like a dying fish on a chopping board. The muddy puddles wet his disheveled hair, which stuck to his emaciated face.

"No, I'm not..." the beggar sobbed, curled up his thin body, half of his face was pressed into the rotten puddle below, and large and small marks on his body were exposed under the old cotton wool, this was no longer him Beaten for the first time.Beggar gritted his teeth and stopped talking.He hugged his head, lying on the ground gasping for breath, the high wall and black tiles reflected the mottled clouds in the sky, his fist hit his thin torso with a muffled sound, it would be good to endure it for a while, just wait for them After venting my anger, I will leave...

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, accompanied by the sound of sword tassels brushing against the scabbard. "What are you guys doing?" the clear-eyed young man in white stopped in his tracks, frowned slightly, and asked in a cold voice.He was accompanied by four or five guards, and he could tell at a glance that he was a son from a rich family.The seven or eight children surrounding the beggar dispersed in a rush, and the warm light covered the beggar's body. He stood up and stared blankly at the benefactor in front of him.

Perhaps there is only one such encounter in his life, and a smile is enough for him to reminisce his whole life.Geng Yi stood helplessly wringing his hands. He lowered his head and looked at his own reflection in the puddle. For a moment, he felt that he was not as clean as the mud under his feet. He shrank back, fearing that he would spoil the young man in front of him. Eye.

The tattered clothes showed bruises and spots on his body, and those piercing eyes looked at him carefully like a small animal. The young master felt pity: "Where is your family?" When he heard that the beggar was an orphan, He raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "If you don't mind, I happen to be short of a book boy."

The warm sun in March is not as warm as his smile.That year, the young man in brocade clothes was named Zhu Ziyang, and he was the eldest son of King Xingxian, the elder brother of the current emperor.The young man in white clothes named Qi'er, whose father's surname was Geng, who took the word Yi from the word Hongyi, and his name was Gengyi.The old servant tidied up the study, and entered the door with a mahogany table, a pear blossom square table in the middle, and various scrolls in celadon vases.

The vermilion window lattices were faded by the sun. After Geng Yi became Zhu Ziyang's book boy, he found that Zhu Ziyang, who turned out to be a scholar, didn't like those Four Books and Five Classics. Read some weird books.

"Master, what kind of words are there?" One day, Geng Yi finally couldn't help asking.

Zhu Ziyang smiled: "This is the language of Siam." Zhu Ziyang's mother is a foreigner from outside China, and these books belong to the princess.The concubine is a gentle woman, she never makes things difficult for her servants in the palace, but she has been bedridden for these years, so she seldom appears in front of everyone.

"Young master, what is it talking about?" Geng Yi poked his head over and asked curiously.

Zhu Ziyang smiled and explained: "It is said in the book that there is a god and Buddha in Siam that can give people peace and joy, called the Buddha of Joy. Everyone who makes a wish to the Buddha of Joy will fulfill his wish." Zhu Ziyang explained lightly road.

Geng Yi stared out of the window in a daze, listening to the pattering rain outside the house, the raindrops fell along the blue-gray eaves, and made small ripples on the lotus outside the house.

Are they gods and Buddhas who can give people peace and joy?