The little monk named Wuyuan, who was introduced by the monk Zhike just now, didn't take a stubble, only smiled shyly at Man Yun, and then continued to lead the way.

A lantern floating in the darkness of the night finally stopped in a deserted courtyard in the southwest corner of the temple.

Wu Yuan picked up an oil lamp on the windowsill next to the door of the stone house in the courtyard, blew out the lantern and put it on the ground, and gently waved his hand to decline Xu Yu's kindness to help. Then, a white and tender little hand held the lampstand, and the other hand rested on the door, turned his head and explained in a whisper: "Dear donors, the ancestor has been ill for a long time, please calm down when you see him, don't alarm him." ”

The little monk's clear eyes reflected the light of the oil lamp, and he looked at Zhou Xian with hope.

Zhou Xian smiled lovingly, gently pressed Wuyuan's shoulder with one palm, and said, "Little Master, I came here with him. ”

The little monk Wuyuan smiled and nodded. Zhike's uncle shook the letter written by his ancestor in front of his eyes, and he helped seal the letter shell, which was deeply impressed, and he could also feel the kindness released by the white-haired and white-bearded Zhou Xian.

The door creaked open from the outside in.

The room was still dead black, and if it weren't for the sound of shallow breathing rising and falling, Man Yun would have thought that this was a haunted house without any popularity.

An oil lamp on the table was then lit, and Wu Yuan gestured to Xu Yu, who was walking in Zuihou, to close the door. In the dim light, the silhouette of a gray-clothed monk lying on the side of the wall on the wooden bed leaped into everyone's eyes.

"I'll wake up the ancestor, you have to be careful." , Wuyuan bit his lip. The movement towards the bedside was still a little hesitant.

Xu Ne couldn't help but snort unceremoniously. He could hear that the old monk on the bed had been awake, but he had just ignored the outside world.

Really. The low rustle of the gray-clothed old monk immediately sounded on the meditation bed, "Wuyuan." Who's coming? ”。

The old monk has a high rank in Guangshan Temple and has been sick for many years, in recent years, even the disciples who come to ask for the scriptures are mostly standing outside the door to speak, and only Wuyuan often goes in and out of this house. Now the little monk actually brought someone here, which is enough to explain the difference in visitors.

"Wen Qing, it's me! Zhou Xian, Zhou Shirong. Zhou Xian choked up accordingly, and took two steps towards it with heavy steps.

For the old man who is dying and has heard the news of the death of the deceased, he has met an old friend who has not been seen for decades. The inner shock also caused his body to sway violently, and Man Yun hurriedly rushed over and supported Grandpa's crumbling body.

"Brother Shirong? Sit at the table, don't come and get sick......", the figure on the meditation bed moved slightly, and he also spoke out as quickly as he spoke.

"Grandpa, it's up to you!" , Man Yun immediately helped Grandpa to sit down far away.

The room was very clean, and there was not the slightest trace of the foul smell of ordinary patients. There is a vibrant smell of grass and trees, fresh and pleasant, but the silver that keeps shouting in Man Yun's body clearly suggests that this place is poisonous and rare.

And the source of the poison is on the gray-clothed old monk.

Xu Ne rushed to the bed with an arrow step. Pull over the gray-clothed monk's body on the bed, still facing the wall. His back just blocked the sight of Zhou Xian and Man Yun.

"Donor! How can you do that! Wu Yuan shouted, and a pair of small hands firmly climbed on Xu Ne's arm with the disgusting monster.

"Enlightenment is not angry!". The old monk who was forcibly turned over opened his eyes that had been closed and looked at Xu Ne with a calm expression.

Xu Ne sneered and shook off Wu Yuan. He took off one of the sleeves of the old monk's robe, and then grabbed his arm with one hand. Grabbing his chest with one hand, he lifted the person up at once.

The weight on his hands was extremely light, and the old monk who had been ill for a long time was really thin enough to have only a handful of bones left. Xu Newei closed his eyes, let go of his hand in disgust, and the old monk who was knocking on the meditation bed gasped and was about to collapse, but in the end he sat cross-legged with the help of Wuyuan in a panic.

It all came too suddenly. Man Yun didn't expect that Xu Ne, who had always been gentle, would treat an old man so roughly, and he didn't have time to dissuade him at all. Grandfather's equally surprised hand made Man Yun feel pain, and she couldn't help leaning forward and calling out loudly, "Master......"

What Man Yun was about to say immediately turned into a breath of cool air and choked back the moment he caught a glimpse of the old monk's face.

The face of the old monk in Tsing Yi was scorched, not the normal situation of being tanned by the sun, but like a tree that had been burned by fire. The thin arm that was pulled and exposed by Xu Ne was also like a slender stick, but it was covered with a layer of green silk about an inch long like a dead tree in spring, and the silk was tangled, like a green field that was budding in spring.

Although it was subtle, Man Yun looked at it intently, and could tell that the green was alive, and it was still growing vigorously at this moment, as if he wanted to wrap a living person into a big green cocoon.

"Swallow Grass Bis!" , Man Yun, who quickly calmed down, recalled what he had learned and muttered softly.

The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches. When the king returns to the day, it is the concubine who breaks her bowel......

It was given the Han name "Yancao Bisi", this kind of Gu poison is one of the five major love Gu that has been recorded in Nanzhao.

The mother Gu of this Gu is mostly fed by Nanzhao women, and the child Gu will be cast on the men who are engaged or married to them, of course, nine times out of ten they will be used, all with heartache and pain. This Gu will be named Yancao Bisi, in addition to its appearance, but also because it emphasizes a love silk tangled and empathetic.

After a man is hit by a Gu, even if he is thousands of miles away, he will still be connected to the woman with the mother Gu. For example, if a woman cuts her wrist with a knife in the distance, then a similar scar will inexplicably appear in the same position on the man's body. As long as she heals, he will have to ache as long.

And the situation of an old monk with Bisi growing on his body means that the woman who gave the Gu has died.

But as long as the person who was given the Zi Gu is not dead, the Gu mother with strong vitality is buried in the ground like a grass seed, the years grow and wither with the seasons, and the Zi Gu grows in parallel, and the person in the Gu has to endure it for as many years as he lives, until his life ends, the Zi Mu and the two Gu will die at the same time.

In this compartment, Man Yun was thinking about the possible encounter of the old monk, and Xu Ne, who was standing in front of the old monk, had already pointed to the tip of the old monk's nose. Laugh wildly, laugh wildly. It's very different from the old days.

"No wonder you want to 'die', it turns out that you have to die!". Xu Ne looked at the old monk with sarcasm and said: "There is a strange turtle in Qi Chun, covered with green hair, timid and yin, and afraid of death." Could it be your past life in the form of a human? ”

The old monk's meditation skills were excellent, and he recited Amitabha Buddha as usual with a pale face, and commanded softly: "Enlightenment! You go to the stone room next door to copy the scriptures for a while. ”

The little monk standing on the side immediately took away the worry on his face, and after saluting respectfully, he silently retreated towards the door.

Hearing the footsteps outside the door leaving, the old monk slowly opened his lips and asked, "Are you from Nanzhao?" ”。 A pair of calm and waveless eyes followed the voice. Quietly stared at Xu Ne's face.

"Yes!" , Xu Ne put away the ugly smile on his face, and responded lightly, as if he had suddenly lost interest in mocking the old monk again, and turned his head to Xu Yu and said, "Let's go!" ”。

"Minxing! Didn't you always want to see him? Zhou Xian stretched out his hand and grabbed Xu Ne's arm, his face full of sadness. The old friend is old, and he is also old. When people live until the sun sets, they inevitably think that they will end their past. I let go and went to see the deceased who died early.

"Father, I have always treated him as dead. All I was looking for was a book, and I saw how ridiculous it was to destroy a country. The other day, you said he was alive. I had thought about revenge, but when I saw him today, it was clear that he had received the retribution of this world. Why should I get my hands dirty? Xu Ne replied coldly and proudly. He did not shy away from the feelings of the old monk.

"Who are you?" , The old monk's voice finally brought a hint of trembling.

"It's just an ordinary Nanzhao person. Song Zhe. What you did to Nanzhao is enough to make all Nanzhao people hate you to the bone. Eating the marrow and sleeping skin is not enough to relieve hatred. ”

"He's Song Zhe?" , Xu Yu, who was originally obedient and moved, turned around and glared at his big eyes full of anger.

"Minxing! The old man said that he was not alone in what happened back then. Zhou Xian sighed and said softly: "At that time, we were just a group of young people who had just entered the officialdom, because most of them stayed in the various ministries in Beijing or the Hanlin Academy as inconspicuous petty officials, and often got together to talk about literature and politics......

Zhou Manyun stood solemnly aside, a small hand tightly pulling his grandfather's sleeve, hiding the horror in his heart.

She had heard the first half of the story told by Grandpa.

During the Wuzong Dynasty, a group of young officials in Luojing often gathered in the Luoshui Society, the elders were only twenty-seven or eighteen, and the youngest was only sixteen or seventeen. One day, a young man in his twenties broke into the meeting, listened quietly for a while, clapped his hands, and asked some questions.

With the drunken talents, they were proud of their talents, and they debated with the people without scruples, and after a few rounds of words, someone recognized that the person was Emperor Wuzong, and bowed to the prime minister in fear.

"The emperor is not angry, and he returns to the court...... All the participants have to be simple and ......", if according to the emperor's living record recorded by the historian, the ending of the Wenhui is bright and beautiful.

And now Zhou Xian, who is in the stone house of the ancient temple and deserted courtyard, is saying sadly about the inside story that the world can't know, "What we argued with Wuzong Bixia that day was not the "Luoshui Collection" that was later published on the market, and what was recorded in that collection was just an old work or a new one that everyone wrote to fool people. At that time, we were talking about the current political ......"

If it weren't for this, how could Wu Zong, as an emperor, treat a group of young officials who were still studying politics for a few poems? At the behest of the emperor, the topic of discussion that day was re-analyzed by everyone and a secret report was written.

"The young people's ideas are wild, and they are all ambitious, unlike the important ministers of the old Cheng Mouguo, they naturally won the appreciation of the martial arts who wanted to open up the territory. Several articles involving military and political affairs cover a wide range of topics, that is, some are aimed at the internal troubles of the Xiao family of the descendants, and some are conscripted against Nanzhao......

Among them, in Nanzhaoce, it is mentioned that Mangteng, who also inherited the position of the lord of Nanzhao at that time in the year of the weak crown. Reckless people like to study poison and drugs and neglect politics, but the Nanzhao Dynasty has studied the Central Plains for several years, and with the assistance of ministers, a lord who likes to shake his hands can barely sit firmly. ”

In Zhou Xian's narration, Xu Yu clenched his fist tightly at his side, and his nails dug into the tender flesh of his palm. The recklessness mentioned by Zhou Xian is his grandfather.

"In order to decide the South Summon, I took the initiative to ask Ying to send an envoy to the South Call, and I went to the ...... five times before and after", the gray-clothed old monk on the meditation bed sighed and took over Zhou Xian's narration. (To be continued......)