On this day in the second year of Shigewa, the weather was surprisingly hot.

The people in Bianliang City more or less felt this unusual atmosphere, and the storytellers in the tile had a few more snaps of their tongues than usual; The listeners who sat crookedly below, unconsciously drank a few more cups of tea. Xiao Er, who roasted the hump slot, made a bitter face and increased the strength of the selling, and the cold noodle business across the street was a lot more prosperous.

A few fortune-telling stalls on the street have collected square tables and benches early, and the fake gentlemen are afraid that they will pretend to be gods and ghosts on weekdays, and their nonsense will anger the gods; The few who are really capable of seeing the ominous phenomena in the sky and taking their private business home to divination.

Gong Yicheng put down the teacup and looked at the sky, it was not early, and it was time to go home to visit his father. Although he is an official and a lieutenant in Jiupin, there are many redundant officials in the dynasty, and it is not strange to be named and named. A few years ago, his father was injured in the border battle with the Liao State and returned home, and this official position naturally fell to himself. This is why although the public loses a job and receives a salary, he can be like an idler, in addition to going in and out of the Washe Goulan every day, that is, going home to take care of his father, but also living a relaxed life.

As soon as he got up to leave, Gong Chengcheng noticed a fortune teller on the corner of the street - when Zi Chong believed in Taoism today, there were a lot more Taoist priests on the streets and alleys. However, this Taoist priest is not quite right, although Gong Cheng has never been on the battlefield, but inherited his father's sharp vision and extraordinary courage, he can see at a glance that this Taoist priest seems to be accompanied by a strong wind, and it is difficult to see his true face when he is far away; Walking as steady as a pan loose, martial arts are by no means an ordinary level, but he deliberately wants to make a strolling posture; Others were hurrying to look ahead, but this Taoist priest glanced behind him from time to time, his eyebrows locked, which was really suspicious. Thinking so in his heart, Gong Yicheng decided to go up and say something, what is this Taoist priest doing.

"The Taoist chief is disturbed, and the contemptible people have been troubled and confused recently, and when I saw that the Taoist chief had written on it, 'Iron mouth is straight, and the fate is solved', and I also asked the Taoist chief to make a hexagram and point out the way forward." The public loses into a temptation.

"Poor Dao has received the table case today, no longer asking hexagrams, and asking the donor not to blame." The Taoist priest returned the salute.

"After the table is accepted, it can be set up again, is it a reason to shirk? If the Taoist chief thinks that the hexagram is too little, I will add some more. ”

"Neither is it either, in a day, when to do it, when to rest, there is a fate, and it cannot be forced. Besides, the poor Dao looked at the donor's face and was really troubled, but..."The Taoist priest smiled slightly, shook his head and said nothing.

"Just how? Please explain. ”

"It's just that the benefactor's so-called confusion is probably related to the poor road, but is it so?" Without waiting for the public to answer, the Taoist priest shook his hand and continued: "The donor doesn't need to be suspicious, you and I meet is also made by fate, the donor sees that the poor Dao's behavior is suspicious, but the poor Dao is watching the weather in the palace, not a foreign enemy, please don't think too much about it." ”

Gong was taken aback, and said: "The Taoist chief is really a clever plan!" Before I could open my mouth, I could even know who my surname was, which must be a good practice. It's just that why did the Taoist chief turn back to inspect the weather in the palace three times in one step? Could it be that someone wants to be unfavorable to the Son of Heaven? ”

"It's not a secret, the poor road came from the Erxian Mountain, because the master felt that there was a surging evil spirit the day before yesterday, and sent the poor road down the mountain to prevent demons from worshipping, and he didn't want to go all the way and look for it, so he followed him to the border of Tokyo. Now this ferocious aura comes and goes, in the direction of the palace. ”

"Evil? Palace? Dao Changxiu wants to laugh, in today's peaceful and prosperous world, how can it be..."

"Gong Loser Yanei, please don't ask more, you will understand later. The poor road calls you a destined person, because in this next chaos and chaos, there are you and there are poor roads. You and I have not finished our fate, and we will see each other sooner or later. Forgive the poor Dao to find out where this evil is, and take his leave! After that, the Taoist turned around and wanted to leave, and the public still wanted to ask something, but he saw that the Taoist seemed to have walked into nothingness, and he disappeared in a moment.

"This man is so strange! In the end, I still didn't understand anything. Gong Cheng shook his head helplessly and walked towards the door.

It's just that Gong Cheng didn't see it, and the Taoist priest turned around with a cold expression, and the pine pattern Guding sword hidden in the package on his back.

It was already three quarters of the hour, and the strange heat of the day had dissipated somehow, and the half-moon in the sky was quite bright. In the imperial city, sitting in the Funing Hall is the merry son of heaven and the emperor of Daojun. It is said that on weekdays, this time is the time when his beauty wraps around his knees and drinks and has fun, but today, he is not so interested.

Because no matter how bright the lights of the Funing Hall were, he could also see a thin white light, like a fierce blade, flying towards the moon.

A comet strikes the moon.

"The last time such a celestial phenomenon appeared, it was when he was dedicated to assassinating the king's officials. This comet hitting the moon may not be conducive to the current saints. In a tea shop on the edge of the Bianhe River, it was the strange Taoist who Gong Cheng saw during the day, with a pot of tea and a plate of vegetarian dim sum in front of him, and he was whispering to the rune paper hidden in his palm. I saw that the talisman trembled slightly, and even made a human voice: "Disciple, this is all the will of heaven, even if we and other monks can learn some heavenly opportunities first, we can only conform to the will of heaven and must not interfere." ”

"It's just Master, this catastrophe is not trivial, and it is really difficult for the disciple to sit back and watch thousands of living beings suffer..."

"This heavenly punishment is due to the prosperity of the world and the excessive anger, so the heavens want to send these calamities to bring the lower realm back into balance. If we want to forcibly intervene, not only will it not be alleviated, but it will even make the world more dangerous. ”

"The disciple knows, and tomorrow the disciple will prepare the medicinal bait porridge and rice according to the master's wishes for disaster relief." After that, the young Taoist pinched the rune paper in his hand that was soaked with sweat, and then looked south and bowed, and whispered in his mouth:

"Master Hugh blame, disciple Gongsun is not good, still can't sit back and watch the common people suffer, and then go to clean up the mess! Tomorrow I will go to find the culprit and make him disappear from the world!" ”

That night, Tokyo Bianliang was hit by a once-in-a-century plague, and the whole night seemed to be surrounded by dark clouds in the city, and the speed of the epidemic onset and spread was so fast that it was sweat-provoking. The visions in the city are also varied, some people say that the ground has collapsed and the miasma is everywhere; Some people also say that thunderbolts fall from the sky, and plague ghosts are rampant; Some people even said that countless black demon claws stretched out from the ground, slamming the ground as if they were trying to break free from the shackles. In short, after this night, most of the most prosperous city in the East that never sleeps has been mercilessly swallowed by the plague. Those who survived the death no longer dared to mention that dangerous night, and the historian of the palace only frowned and shook his head when recording this incredible disaster, and wrote three words with the barrel of his pen in his hand.

Plague.