"When the weather is good, I am hereby clearly ordered: the beginning of the law, the talisman of the order. Heaven and earth are born of virtue, the order of the Restoration. The five grains are grown, and the silkworm wheat is harvested. The widows and widows are all ordered to be safe, and the animals and plants are alive and the like, hoping to win Zhaosu. Transitive pushes grace, and it is appropriate to be around the world. ......。 On the ninth day of September, an amnesty is feasible. The proclamation is far and wide, and the salt makes it known".

An edict from the Qianqing Palace in the imperial city, through layers of red walls and yellow tiles, through the palace lintel, out of the palace city, announced in the Xianjing City. In less than a few months, through all post roads, it will be transmitted to the four directions of the Constitutiona.

To the east, the north and south ends of Daishan Mountain are respectively flowing with Bianshui and Surabaya, and between the two waters are continuous plains, and the end of the plain is the vast East China Sea.

Facing west, along the Luoshui and Weishui upstreams, is the Qilian Mountains, whose main pass is embedded in the Thirteen Military Towns of the Border Pass.

To the north, across the Daqi Mountains, between Huaishui and Yuanshui, is the boundless wasteland, dotted with border dwellers.

Facing south, first cross the Daxian River, then cross the Tianxian Ridge, cross the water north and south, are fertile soil, go west to the south, is the Hengduan Mountains, all the way to the south, see the ocean again.

Under the whole world, the emperor's destiny is fulfilled.

The edict has only a hundred words, like a stone struck into a waterhole, stirring up layers of ripples of cause and effect, but the people in it are unaware.

......

Along the Guangxi Avenue in front of the Chengtian Gate on the south side of the palace, only three miles to the west, is the residence of the imperial secretary. Walking under the archway of the emperor's imperial pen "Zhi Bing loyalty", bypassing the shadow wall of the tree garden, in the depths of the side house where the people of the Jiujin Mansion lived, under a pure land tree of more than 100 years, there were two people.

A middle-aged man, nothing out of the ordinary, except for those scars on his face.

Next to him stood a young man, slightly thin, but his eyes were as clear as water.

Both of them were dressed in ordinary linen clothes, and at first glance they were the subordinates of the house. It's just that ordinary clothes and inconspicuous subordinates are just the appearances that outsiders see.

The rocks on top of the top of Daishan Mountain were mined and buried in ordinary streets, leaving them to be trampled on, but it finally saw the first rays of sunshine in the Constitutiona.

The water at the source of the Daxian River has long been indistinguishable from each other when it merges into the rolling torrent, but it is the first living water to break through the ground and see the light of the sky.

As his gaze drifted over the wall of the backyard of the Zhongshu Ling Mansion, locked in the direction of the palace a few miles away, the middle-aged man said slowly, "Finally waiting for this amnesty day." The expression of relief on his face was a little hideous under the shaking of the scar.

When the young man on the side heard this, he secretly wondered what this amnesty had to do with us, why did the dumb uncle look so happy, and how could the dumb uncle speak?

Perhaps sensing the young man's doubts, the middle-aged man turned around and said, "Xiao Xu, Uncle Dumb doesn't speak, just to hide people's eyes." ”

What is a person who can talk for more than 10 years without speaking in front of others, and how much perseverance does it take?

The middle-aged man turned his head in the direction of the palace and took a deep breath, as if to calm his emotions.

"Xiaoxu, you don't have the surname Bai, and I don't have the surname Bai. Your original name is Duanmuxu, and my name is Huangfujing. ”

The young man had not yet come to his senses, and he was also a man with a story.

"Sixteen years ago, there was a fire in the palace that made you lose your loved ones and my best friends. Huangfu thought to himself, what he had lost was more than this.

"You were originally the son of Duanki Shoichi. And at this time, living in that palace is your Duanmu Xu's enemy, who usurped your Duanmu family's country and murdered your father. Huangfu respectfully pointed in the direction of the palace and pointed hard.

The boy froze in place.

A handyman in the back kitchen of the Zhongshu Ling Mansion turned out to be the son of the emperor of the previous dynasty.

Is this a drama?

This is not a joke.

Uncle Bai, no, Uncle Huangfu didn't laugh.

Is he really the son of the emperor of the previous dynasty?

Uncle Huangfu's fingers, which he hadn't let go of for a long time, and his extremely cold eyes, told him clearly.

He is.

He is Duanmu Xu.

His enemy was not far away, only three miles away from the Zhongshu Mansion.

But his enemies are also far away, as if they were far away in the sky.

He was just a kitchen handyman, and even had a number from the kitchen deacon or the head of the house, and he didn't have a name.

But his enemies were already standing at the highest point of the Great Constitutional State, higher than the corner tower of the Zhongshu Lingfu, and higher than the three major halls and the last three palaces in the palace city. In this heaven and earth, that person is as high as the sky, and with a wave of his hand, he can call the wind and rain, and kill and kill.

Such a gap always makes people lose the courage to take revenge.

"Scared?" asked Huangfujing.

From Huangfu Jing speaking to the last question, Duanmu Xu went from surprise, to shock, until he was at a loss for a while.

He was silent for a moment, and slowly withdrew his gaze from the direction of the palace that Huang Fu Jing was pointing at.

In late spring, the leaves of the Pure Land trees above their heads break out of their buds again, scrambling to grow upwards. And under his feet, there is a nest of ants crawling busily, coming in and out of the mouth of his burrow.

Ants crawl on the ground to survive, and branches and leaves grow to the sky for sunlight. They are always for something. And what about yourself? What can you do for it?

People have to live for something.

Since you should carry it yourself, then you can carry it yourself.

Duanmu Xu met Huang Fujing's gaze, "Don't be afraid." ”

Huangfu Jing smiled and said, "I know that even if you don't share the hatred of killing your father, you don't have half an impression, and it is difficult to accept it for a while." Moreover, family hatred and national hatred are not as simple as killing one person. ”

"However," Huang Fu Jing said, "even if it is difficult, I have been planning for you for thirteen years, and it will definitely be feasible." ”

Although Duanmu Xu didn't know where to start for a while when he heard that he was burdened with family hatred and national hatred, did he really carry the firewood sticks in the kitchen to the palace? But listening to Huangfu Shu's determined voice, his dazedness was a little less after all.

Duanmu Xu finally came back to his senses from his shock and confusion, "However, what does this have to do with the amnesty?

"Pardon, what qualifications does the person surnamed Zhao have to pardon us?" Huangfu Jing sneered. "All he did was taking advantage of people's danger to fall into the well. ”

Duanmu Xu could feel the resentment that had been accumulated in Uncle Huangfu's heart for many years, and listened quietly.

"The people of the world only know that it is the day of amnesty, but they do not know that it is actually the day of the reincarnation. In the middle of the palace, there is a nine-story requisition pagoda, which is ancient and unscrupulous, mysterious and abnormal. Every three years or so, a cloud of aura is born inside the tower. This time, since the amnesty has been announced, it must be that the aura in the Anling Pagoda is almost finished. Then our goal is this aura. ”

"Why?" Duanmu Xu was a little puzzled. If you can enter the palace and don't slash the enemy, why do you target a group of aura.

"That's because this group of spiritual energy can be transferred to the spiritual sea of boys and girls who have reached the age of sixteen through the spirit transformation array. Once you can refine this aura, then you will be reborn from the mortal genus. ”

When Duanmu Xu heard this, his eyes brightened a little.

Seeing the change in Duanmu Xu's expression, Huangfu smiled respectfully, "Do you really think that I will let you rush into the palace with your bare hands so much to take revenge?"

Duanmu Xu smiled and shook his head.

Huang Fujing continued, "If you want to achieve great things, you have no possibility with the body of a mortal. Only when you succeed in seizing the soul can there be a glimmer of possibility. ”

"Uncle Huangfu, since this aura is so important, the palace must be extremely well guarded. It's hard to take the soul. Duanmu Xu knew that the more valuable things were, the better they must be kept. What's more, this is probably the most precious thing in the world.

Of course, the reincarnation is a secret and a sacred code of the kingdom, and very few people know about it. But the transformation of the spirit requires the understanding of the hearts of all people and the return to one place. That's why this amnesty is happening. It is clearly an amnesty, but it is actually a reincarnation. And when the spirit is transformed, it will be difficult for birds to fly in the entire palace. But so what?"

Looking at Uncle Huangfu's confident expression, although it was a little unnatural under the influence of the scar, Duanmu Xu's initial dazedness was gone.

"I have been planning for thirteen years for this seizure. Do you know why we chose to be here? Why did we choose to "meet" a small kitchen deacon in the Zhongshu Lingfu back then? Why did you have such a scar on your left arm at that time? Why did you give you a very ominous birthday when you entered the palace? Why did you practice calligraphy all these years be strange?"

Duanmu Xu unconsciously touched the obviously raised scar on his left arm, as well as the birthday that made him feel uncomfortable, and those words that were condescending, and shook his head blankly.

"As for the kitchen deacon, that's the chess piece we need. And the birth date registered for you is purely to meet the conditions for the selection and sacrifice of people and animals in the palace. And the scar on your left arm, it is because you need to nourish the things you need to take the soul, and at the same time, it is also convenient to bring into the palace. The words and phrases you practice add up to the three sutras, the Tripitaka Sutra, the Vipassana Sutra, and the Six True Sutras. These need to be used in the snatching of spirits. ”

Duanmu Xu listened attentively, thinking that Uncle Huangfu was really painstaking, and everything was taken into account to the extreme.

"Now that everything is ready, there is still a part of the sacrificial music, and I have not taught it to you. ”

Duanmu Xu was slightly surprised, with the character of Uncle Huangfu, how could there be any omissions.

Huangfu smiled and said, "A sacrificial music is not difficult, and it is very easy to learn." The second is how to teach a mute how to teach others music. The most important thing is that considering that you are not mature in your heart, I don't want you to bear such a deep hatred too early. ”

Duanmu Xu bowed respectfully, "Uncle Huangfu is very gracious, Xiaoxu will remember it in his heart and never forget it." He could feel at this moment that his carefree life in the past so many years had all relied on Uncle Huangfu himself to endure humiliation.

Uncle Huangfu smiled with relief, "Then let's start studying." The ritual music is generally divided into nine movements, but the most important part is the fourth to sixth chapters, which begin with the prelude, break in the middle, and end with a hurry. It is very likely that the sacrificial music used during the transformation of the spirit is one of the three "Cloud Gate Divine Music", "Shenchi Music" and "Dashao Song". In order to be perfect, you must know these three pieces of music by heart. ”

After more than three months, Duanmu Xu did the heavy work in the kitchen as usual during the day, and came to Uncle Huangfu's hut after the night, and memorized the "Great Tibetan Sutra of Death" backwards. As for the other things that need to be paid attention to before and after the seizure of the soul, they are all skillfully deduced.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, towards the night.

After a day of working in Duanmuxu, although his body was tired, his mood was already turbulent. As usual, he came to Uncle Huangfu's hut again, but this time it was no longer to practice scriptures and calculate deductions, but to take the first step to change his life against the sky.

"Do your best, but ask for the favor of heaven. ”

"I'm leaving, Uncle Huangfu. ”

The night is gradually like water, and the lanterns under the eaves are bright. In the aisle of the house, a thin figure was even more lonely.