Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 178|Not to be born

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The eaves are broken, the dusk is deep, and the crow falls on the dry branches.

The original tall Chinese watch is nowhere to be seen, only a solitary base is left. The flat ashlar has been pried to pieces, and there are mud pits filled with water everywhere.

The wild weeds are half a person tall, and there are broken stone sculptures lying in the grass. These are the stone sculptures that originally stood on the left and right sides of the Shinto in front of the mausoleum. Among them, the stone elephant is broken in half, the stone lion lacks its head, and the exquisite carvings are clearly visible.

Because it was once built as a mausoleum for the emperor, it is very large.

Except for the Minglou and Stone Archways, which symbolize status, have not yet been built in the periphery, and the rest are already there.

Now it is such a desolate sight to enter the eye, and the ink carp pursed his lips, unable to speak for a long time.

——The fall of the Chu Dynasty was only 16 years old, how could this place become such a deserted place?

The wharf before, can be said to be unused, and it is inevitable. The result is getting more and more wrong. Judging from the remaining stone carvings and the traces on the slab, it is clear that someone has deliberately damaged it.

The stone sculptures placed on both sides of the Shinto are very heavy, and the base is also very strong. It will not be a problem after hundreds of years of wind and rain. If someone did not deliberately pull them down with ropes, they would never become as fragmented as they are now. Looks like.

Lu Yan felt cold behind his back and sweated on his forehead.

Although I don't know what happened here, but my intuition is related to the change of dynasty. Lu Yan's neck stiffened and he didn't dare to look at Meng Qi's expression at all.

The road is bumpy and the carriage can no longer move.

Mr. Jinshui recovered, looking at the desolate scene around him, his heart suddenly tightened.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Jinshui stretched out his head in disbelief.

Zhu Hou Temple is very famous, and it often appears in the teahouse script. This is the burial place of the great sage Zhu Yan and Zhu Yunming in the last years of the Chen Dynasty. Three hundred years ahead, and perhaps hundreds of years later, there was only one person who was so stunning and slamming Fang Qiu like this, Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan had few talents, and his name was known throughout the world when he was crowned.

There are seventy-two chapters of handed down Cifu and six volumes of historical notes, two of which are both art of war. He is a great Confucian who knows the truth in general knowledge, is a brilliantly talented person in white clothes, he is very helpful in his writing, and he speaks every time he speaks to his heart. If he hadn't been born at the time of the chaos in the world in the last years of the Chen Dynasty, he would use his academic ability to extend a new school of learning, which would not only affect one generation, but also the generations to come. Unfortunately, Zhu Yan did not have this opportunity and he died too early.

Zhu Yan died of illness at the age of thirty-six. Before that, he had been planning for Li Yuanze for ten years.

If it were not that he was too poor to travel around with the army, it is estimated that Chen Chao would have died several years earlier.

Such a legend, aside from the status of Chuchen, also has high prestige among the people. Mr. Jin Shui originally thought that he would see a place where literati and inkmen rushed to visit and write poems about the past, but it turned out to be such a dilapidated scene.

"It shouldn't be..."

Mr. Jinshui muttered to himself.

Mo Li happened to be thinking that it shouldn't be like this.

Lu Zhang, the emperor of Qi, had a very good face, and it stands to reason that he would not let people tear down this unformed mausoleum and deliberately destroy Zhuhou Temple.

On the contrary, in order to prove the cold-bloodedness of the Li family in the Chu Dynasty, Lu Zhang would link Li Yuanze’s repentance of his early mausoleum to the heart of the crippled hero, and then publicize it, and then pretend to send people to the repair cemetery to chase after him. It is only right to seal or seal Leyanghou's relatives and kinsmen, and to do that face-saving work thoroughly and thoughtfully.

Mo Li was puzzled and couldn't help but look at Meng Qi.

—He shouldn't have done this.

After all, to others, this place is just a desolate place, but for Meng Qi, it symbolizes a past, and now his friends are buried.

Something happened to a friend's grave, and it was dismantled beyond recognition, and everyone who replaced it would be angry.

To Moli's surprise, Meng Qi looked very calm and showed no signs of anger at all.

"What happened here?" Mo Li decided to ask directly.

"...is the feng shui theory."

Meng Qi half-closed his eyes, his expression was cold, and his tone was full of irony: "Many years ago, some people referred to Qingjiang as a dragon and called this a hidden dragon cave with a fake good fortune and a real evil. The luck is also quick and easy. In addition to the cloud... Leyanghou’s relatives withered, most of them died in the rebellion, and most of the survivors were mediocre, and the rumors intensified."

"Wait, why haven't I heard this rumor?" Mr. Jinshui asked subconsciously.

"This rumor started forty years ago..."

Mr. Jinshui felt hot on his face before Meng Qi had finished saying a word.

Meng Qi didn't look at him too much, and continued: "And the rumors are released by people who are interested. They are mainly circulated in the inner city of Taijing. When the goal is achieved, it will stop."

What purpose is naturally to prevent the Chu Dynasty’s imperial tombs from being set here.

Mo Lei knows it, and then asks: "Is it Li Yuanze?"

Meng Qi slowly shook his head, and then said for a long time: "I don't know."

This answer obviously surprised Doctor Mo. With Meng Qi's ability and the ability to become a gerbil to search for news at night, if you want to trace the source of the rumors, you should be able to catch it with your hands.

Blindly blow water in front of the dragon veins, disturb the original tombs of the important officials of the Chu Dynasty, spread rumors in Taijing... all of them can arouse the anger of Meng Guoshi, let alone all together?

"...is them?"

Mo Lei's voice was so soft that he could hardly hear the nearest Lu Yan.

Meng Qi was silent for a while, and repeated: "I don't know."

——I don’t know, it’s because there are too many people contributing to the situation.

——I don’t know, because everyone has their own thoughts.

When I was young, I made contributions, thinking about helping the world, I felt that burying in one place after death would have all this love, but I had another plan when I got older. It is not only because some people want to return to their hometown to be buried in Fallen Leaves, but also because the construction of this huge tomb cost too much money. Compared with the money, it is the latter's heart.

There was indeed friendship during his lifetime, but Le Yanghou had been dead for more than ten years at that time, and he had no younger generation, and the relationship gradually faded. What if everyone has no relatives and wants to be buried together for no reason? ?

Some people think that after death the tombs are not up to the specifications of the princes, they don’t look at the surrounding tombs. Although some people have outstanding status and achievements, they are only high-ranking officials. Only the handed down chapters have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people through the ages. People after that must still admire Leyanghou even more. I'm all dead, why bother to be pointed and pointed together?

There are even those who speculate on the mind of Emperor Chu Yuan, knowing that the emperor has the intention to repent, and after weighing the pros and cons, they decided to approve. In any case, the emperor is the emperor after all, so why bother with the emperor in such dispensable things?

Meng Qi can take a stand on anything, but he can't on this matter.

He won't die, the tomb prepared for him is destined to be vacant.

Everyone is thinking about what will happen to them. Meng Qi can refute these thoughts, but he has no confidence.

Even if no one knows this secret, this kind of sorrow will linger.

The establishment of a new dynasty, the governance of the world and the salvation of the people, after decades of concentric comradeship, Meng Qi suddenly realized that the dragon veins are different from people after all. This is something that cannot be changed anyway. It is difficult for him to understand what friends care about. , And can't interfere.

Finally, he retreated and stopped checking.

The things after death are not as important as the things in front of you. Since most people disagree, in order to maintain the government, don’t make the monarchs and ministers distract their colleagues from each other.

Can't people choose how they are born in the world, and can't choose where they sleep?

So this "little storm" quickly disappeared, as if it had never happened before, the Chu Dynasty was still thriving, and soon it was a prosperous age of Chengping.

"Oh, feng shui... Actually it is not feng shui to fool people, it depends on what people think. No matter how ridiculous nonsense, as long as it is spoken in the heart of others, the nonsense will become the truth."

As soon as Lu Yan finished speaking, he noticed that everyone was staring at him, and he shrank his necks, and asked with trepidation, "Did I just say something wrong?"

"Yes."

Meng Qi looked at him steadily for a while, and then looked away.

Lu Yan wiped his sweat, and Mr. Jin Shui became more and more weird beside him. In his opinion, Meng Qi only talked about Feng Shui, and then Mo Li asked if the rumor was released by Emperor Chu Yuan. Meng Qi said I don't know.

Of course I don’t know. How can things be made clear forty years ago? Mr. Jin Shui was thinking so, Mo Li suddenly said a few more words, his voice was too low, Mr. Jin Shui could not hear clearly, but Meng Qi's answer he heard.

It's still three words, I don't know.

So speculating, did the doctor suggest the name of a suspect?

Looking at the expressions and gestures of the two people again, the tone of the conversation is as if Meng Qi had witnessed this change with his own eyes. Mo Li also believed in this, but Meng Qi said that he did not know the expression but he did not look back at all. He knew it!

I know the inside story, but I can’t say--

Mr. Jinshui fought a cold war, woke up suddenly, and said a ghost in his heart. How did this ridiculous idea come up? Those who know the old things back then are in their sixties. Although the origins of these two people are a mystery, their age is real.

No, wait.

Mr. Jinshui suddenly thought of them calling themselves by nicknames in public, and he specifically explained that they could make what they said could only be heard by certain people. This is the secret method often mentioned in the storyteller population, and it is the talent of martial arts talents.

The problem is that it is said that if you practice martial arts to the extreme, you will show your youthful looks, or you will not change your appearance.

Mr. Jinshui's face changed, wondering if he should beg for "superior" to uncover the fraud case in Beijing.

At this moment, Lu Ming jumped out of the carriage, preparing to push the carriage through the gully.

In fact, wherever it was necessary, Mo Lei directly drove the people to the side, and when everyone got out of the car, he relaxed with Meng Qi alone and directly carried the car over.

Lu Yan led the two horses and stood silly on the spot. He rubbed his eyes and confirmed that the carriage was several feet away.

Another blink, ten feet.

Mr. Jinshui: "..."

The scholar's heart sank suddenly, and any messy speculations can be avoided now. People are the legendary martial arts masters who flew into the sky and escaped.

"I thought the words of martial arts masters were all made up." Mr. Jin Shui said weakly. He thought that people like thugs and nurses were martial arts martial arts people, or they were powerful. Meng Qi had one hand before. He lifted the car and easily knocked down the crowd of Zha Ye, who thought it was a too fast craftsman.

Taijing people have seen juggling in the north and south, as well as all kinds of tricks, like breathing fire in the mouth, spitting out a sword, turning out a basket of peaches out of thin air, turning a basin of water into a basin of blood, and putting a white cloth on the fire. Handwriting appears as soon as it is baked, etc. There are tricks in it. Therefore, the Taijing people are not as foolish as the country folks. When they see a Taoist priest who pretends to be a god, they are regarded as heavenly people. Correspondingly, they are not so easy to react when they meet a real master.

"Didn't you already know it on the dock?" Lu Yan replied blankly.

"No, I think martial arts masters are... very good at..."

Mr. Jinshui thought, not including floating out in the blink of an eye for many feet! In front of this dilapidated mausoleum in the wilderness, he would open his mouth and yell that someone he didn't know was a ghost.

Lu Yan was still at a loss, and said in doubt: "Yes, martial arts masters are very good at fighting. It's okay to use one as a hundred, and one as a thousand." He can also beat the emperor into a pig by breaking into the imperial city!

Mr. Jinshui gaped his mouth and stared at him and said: "You can't kill with a sword, and you can take the top one hundred miles away?"

"Are you talking about it?" Lu Yan was shocked.

Mr. Jinshui breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there is no such kind of ranger in this world who can become three inches tall, fly into the sky, escape, and kill with a sword.

——In fact, three inches high is not good, five inches is still fine, and a newborn baby is about four to five inches tall. As for flying away from the body, the living soul is out of the body, the body of the dragon veins is transformed by the aura, and the consciousness is out of the body to become a dragon and it is not difficult to stroll around. Only if the sword kills people, the dragon can fly by itself, without the need for a sword.

Is the dragon disk flying on the sword like a word?

That sword might not be as big as a door!

Fortunately, Mr. Jinshui just thought about it in his heart, and he didn't say anything, which saved the keen Moli from embarrassment.

Meng Qi was immersed in the memory of the past and did not pay attention to the situation behind him.

"... After the death of Emperor Chu Yuan, Emperor Chu Ling succeeded to the throne. He seemed to be convinced of the Feng Shui theory of that year, so in the last few years of the Chu Dynasty, the place was neglected. The fall of the Chu Dynasty and the ominous Feng Shui that year Speaking of the re-emergence, Lu Zhang had heard the rumors here when he was a minister of Chu. He was afraid that it would continue to hinder Taijing’s luck, so he ordered all the stone sculptures around the Shinto to be put down."

Meng Qi said with a sneer in his tone, and said tiredly, "But he was afraid that Leyanghou was too famous among the people, so he only dared to secretly send someone to act at night, although Zhuhou Temple is still barely kept intact. , But the outer area has changed beyond recognition, and I have not been here for many years."

Mo Li moved in his heart. He felt that Meng Qi was just sighing, without any sorrow, and he couldn't help asking: "Zhu Hou's coffin is actually not here anymore?"

Meng Qi was stunned, then he held Moli's hand and smiled: "The doctor still knows me."

"But by observing words and colors, Brother Meng has no intention of concealing it. I can get a glimpse of it." Moli looked down at the gripped hand and found that someone was very skilled in grasping, and his fingers were all wrapped in it, almost unable to move. .

"When was the coffin of Zhu Hou removed?"

"Very early, forty years ago, as soon as another event happened in the imperial tomb, I...find a deep valley in Shangyun Mountain."

Meng Qi stopped. After all, late at night, he ran to dig the grave of an old friend who had been buried for many years, and then hid the coffin on his back. It was a shocking thing in the eyes of the world.

Fortunately, Longmai has the same idea.

Moli knows that there are no ghosts in this world. People die as dry bones, and the coffin is not opened. There is no saying that disturbs the dead.

"It's too early for you to prepare for a rainy day." Mo Li meditated, changing to experiencing this kind of thing on his own. It is estimated that he could not foresee the situation now, but Meng Qi was prepared so early, which really made him admire.

Sure enough, when it comes to joining the WTO and people's minds, the Taijing Dragon Line is even higher.

Over there, Meng Qi wanted to say something and stopped. He saw Moli's thoughts and could logically recognize it, but he was afraid that Moli would have a misunderstanding after he recovered.

"Doctor, Le Yanghou and I are just friendship, the meaning of the same robe."

The ink carp nodded inexplicably, otherwise?

"...So I didn't just steal his coffin and hide it in Shangyun Mountain."

Meng Qi helped the forehead and explained with difficulty, "I was angry and annoyed when I was investigating the rumors that day. In the end, Shusheng Deng came to persuade me that it is a good thing not to build this huge mausoleum, except that it costs money and trouble. In addition, this world does not have the right to last forever. One day there will be a change of dynasty and the world will be in chaos. Everyone is buried in one place, and there are many burial objects. Isn’t it bad luck?"

In all dynasties and dynasties, there was a lack of military spending to dig ancient tombs, and the emperor’s tombs were not spared. Unless people like Emperor Chen Li did not know where the tombs were, even if there were numerous agencies, hundreds of thousands of people would open the mountains. Bombing the mausoleum is not good for any mechanism.

Meng Qi said with emotion: "Although I know this truth, but Shusheng Deng said these words directly, I am still very angry."

At the time when the Chu Dynasty was prospering, let alone the emperor, who even the founder of the country didn't want the Chu Dynasty to live and work in peace and prosperity? Suddenly someone said that in the future, the world will be in chaos, and everyone's coffins will not be able to keep their bones. They are afraid that they will be trampled on to scum. That is to say, Meng Guoshi will not die and can be a little sensible. Others will be fighting with Prime Minister Deng a long time ago.

"So after the madness, the more you thought, the more reasonable you went, so you went to dig a grave?" Mo Li felt that 80% of her would do it.

"Yes." Meng Qi had no confidence and replied weakly, "Deng Shusheng meant that everyone would be very eye-catching if they were buried together. If there is only Leyanghou alone, he can't be sure based on his prestige among the people. Deng Shusheng is a scholar. He thinks that Zhu Yan is respected by the world. I don’t think so. At most, scholars respect Zhu Yan. The one who studies is not the world. Zhu Yan has no children. We all died that day. Grief, especially Li Yuanze. Although Zhu Yan was named Leyang Hou, the funeral was equivalent to a princess. The funeral was on a grand scale, and the entire capital knew that history books would not be erased, and some people might move. I'm thinking about it..."

"Well, you are right." Mo Li nodded.

Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said in a low voice: "I only took the coffin, only this time. As for the others...they were buried in a hurry back then, and most of them were transported back to their hometown. Eyes, let alone the anger of later emperors of the Chu Dynasty because of Feng Shui, so I didn’t bother."

Mo Li reacted with hindsight. Did Meng Qi only take away Zhu Yan's coffin, fearing that he would misunderstand him?

After all, they are dragon veins, and mountains are in the shape. It is impossible for others to bury coffins in the mountains, but the behavior of digging the coffins back is very out of the ordinary.

However, this cannot be said.

Mr. Qin once said that a virtuous person is worthy of the respect of the world, regardless of life or death.

So Mo Li skipped the matter tacitly, not to mention that he hadn't thought of it before, but now that he understands it, he feels that it is rude to Le Yanghou to mention a word straightforwardly.

"So that's the case, then let's go."

Mo Li originally wanted to propose to Zhuhou Temple and let Meng Qi go to worship his deceased, but now it seems unnecessary.

At this time, Lu Yan walked over with two horses.

Mr. Jinshui accidentally stepped on the mud pit on the way, and new injuries were added to his crippled foot. In addition, he fell on the boat several times before, and he couldn't stand up completely.

Moli heard the sound and went for diagnosis and treatment, just at this moment, intermittent wailing wailing came from the depths of the dilapidated and deep abandoned mausoleum.

Crying like a ghost.

Everyone looked at each other, and Mr. Jin Shui silently corrected it in his heart. It was the standard ghost cry, exactly the same as the one on the stage, fake.