Chen Tongsheng said: "Don't eat. ”

Outside the house, there was a violent wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and a roar of thunder and thunder, as if the next thunder and lightning were about to crash down on the ground, stirring up cracks and splashes of earth and rocks. The flames in the broken temple danced, as if burning and extinguished, faintly reflecting the face of a broken statue of the Bodhisattva in the temple.

The cracked clay statue of the Bodhisattva in the shadow faded, and the remaining blurred indigo dissolved into the gray-brown dry mud in the gloom, and the paste Bodhisattva's face was unrecognizable.

In the dazzling blue lightning, the Bodhisattva's face often appeared suddenly with a roar, but it was still the same as the appearance of the evil god.

Chen Tongsheng was here one after another, in the midst of a burst of thunder, under the gaze of the Bodhisattva's strange gaze, he said firmly and clearly: "I, I don't eat fish. ”

Song Chuanbai withdrew his hand, took a bite of the fish himself, and said strangely: "Isn't it delicious?" It's just that there is no spice and salt. ”

This is probably the most embarrassing time for Song Houye, he is wearing a spring embroidered three-branch brocade robe, which is full of brilliance, so beautiful that it looks like it is the most fashionable and beautiful material that is limited in Kyoto, and it is called several first-class masters to tailor-made. Now the clothes are completely soaked, not to mention, they are splashed with muddy water, and the corners of the clothes have wrinkled, and they can't be asked for it at all.

Song Chuanbai was not in a bad mood at all, he said very open-mindedly: "Just do one more thing, it's not like nothing anyway." ”

Chen Tongsheng recalled it, remembering that Song Zhilan had specifically told her to bite her ear before going out: Kyoto is limited.

The material is from the south of the Yangtze River and is woven with Tianyun silk. This year, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is flooding, and the Tianyun silkworms are delicate, so that most of the water vapor is poisoned, and the silk output is very small, and the quality has also dropped significantly. For example, the quality of the materials used by Song Chuanbai accounts for one-thirtieth of all the components produced this year, and it will be enough for six or seven people to wear.

At that time, the master of Song Mansion made the first one, and Song Chuanbai thought that the style was not good, so he scrapped it, and made another one with new materials. Rare things are expensive, so it can be seen that the price of Song Chuanbai's clothes, regardless of the cost of the master he specially invited into the house to make it overnight.

Chen Tongsheng bit Song Zhilan's ears back and asked, "Master Hou, you are very particular, eat and wear?" ”

"Actually, it's not exquisite." Song Zhilan said: "But he has nothing to do when he is idle, so he likes to do these arrogant things." Hou Ye said, don't be extravagant to be a Hou Ye, it's good to be a monk. ”

"......" Chen Tongsheng watched Song Chuanbai eat the salted fish calmly under the wind and rain of the broken temple, and then believed that Song Zhilan was still telling the truth. Song Chuanbai really doesn't have any squeamishness, it's about luxury and waste just a hobby.

As for why Tangtang Yang and Hou fell to this point, it has to start with Song Chuanbai taking her out of Kyoto five days ago.

The rebellion in Licheng spread to the surrounding villages and towns, after Song Chuanbai and his party walked to Puyang City to rest, Song Chuanbai didn't know why he was interested, and wanted to take her around, who knew that he went to the outside of the city and met the rioting people, and directly let them disperse outside the city, and encountered a torrential rain, and the sky was late, and the three of them hid in the temple.

The three of them didn't eat dinner, and their stomachs were rumbling, and I would appear when you sang it. Fan Rui looked at his master on the left and Chen Tongsheng on the right, silently took a step back, and took out an oily paper bag wrapped in salted dried fish and meat from his arms.

Song Chuanbai was holding his chin and had nothing to do, and when he saw this, he snatched it, and pretended to roast it on the fire, and began to eat.

Chen Tongsheng had a water stain on his head, and his stomach was gurgling, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but think, what am I doing when I came out with him?

From the letter Song Chuanbai gave her before, Chen Tongsheng read that Fang Heming's death was far from being as simple as she had seen before. It is not known why he suddenly lived in Kushui Village before his death, what he was involved in, and who started it.

And Song Chuanbai promised her that he would help her find out this.

The bait was thrown out, and seeing the kitten snorting and beginning to waver, and encountering the Wang Chengnan incident, he gradually recovered a little from the anger aroused by hatred, and sobered up a little.

She still wanted to know the truth and wanted to figure out the essence of the incident. The kitten bit like this, and was smoothly stuffed into the sedan chair by Song Chuanbai and taken out.

As a result, as soon as he went out and encountered a riot, Chen Tongsheng was completely stunned, and began to consider the reliability of Song Chuanbai.

She couldn't help asking: "What did you think about, what did you want to see?" ”

Song Chuanbai replied seriously: "Look at the scenery." Looking at the people, isn't it right for Ben Hou to be an official of my court and to observe the people's feelings? ”

The corners of Chen Tongsheng's mouth tightened: "Then, what do you want me to watch?" ”

"Look at the salted fish." Song Chuanbai handed her the half-bitten fish in his hand. Chen Tongsheng leaned back, only to hear a gurgling sound between his closed lips and teeth, and Song Chuanbai laughed.

He said: "The riots are also very beautiful, and guess why these people in the suburbs gather to open the city gates?" ”

Chen Tongsheng was concise and clear: "Don't let you in." ”

"Hmm." Song Chuanbai didn't seem to feel that he was being dealt with, but instead nodded with a serious look: "Why don't you let me in?" ”

Chen Tongsheng felt that his tone was a bit like coaxing a child, and it didn't seem like talking to him when he closed his mouth. And she doesn't have the heart to observe any place, she has been riding a hungry horse while sitting in a sedan chair, and she has nothing to eat, and she has been walking very unhappily all the way, and she hasn't looked at Puyang a few times.

was called out by Song Chuanbai when she was drowsy, and she didn't have any thoughts, she always had the intention of pretending to be when she was next to Song Chuanbai. It was not until the moment before she was attacked indiscriminately by the crowd that the hair on the back of her neck stood up sharply for no reason, and she looked around, but it was too late, and she was soon coerced by the crowd, and she had no chance to be independent.

Not to mention asking her about the cause of the riots, she didn't necessarily say where they had just gone or what the situation was.

But Song Chuanbai was very patient, not angry, and looked at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chen Tongsheng said in a half-loud voice: "I don't know." ”

Song Chuanbai touched a piece of silk with the hand that didn't touch the salted fish, and wiped it slowly. Fan Rui silently looked for something that could burn the fire in the temple to "add firewood", and after adding a batch, he sat silently aside.

"I heard that the people in this area believe in incense and are very superstitious about ghosts and gods, but now it seems that they can't even repair a temple, and this legend doesn't seem to be true." Song Chuanbai leaned sideways to look at the statue of the Bodhisattva.

Chen Tongsheng also went to look at the statue when she heard this, and the more she looked at the expression, the more wrong it became, she suddenly stood up and muttered, "Gala......"

Gala ......?

The tall statue of the god in the main hall of the Golden Temple is solemn, the gold bricks are paved on the ground, and the purple smoke incense rises into the air. An extremely young child wears a gold and jade pendant on his head, and the embroidered gold shawl hangs down the long shining tassels, which hang down to the child's feet, making the child particularly petite and cute.

The moment everyone stepped into the main hall, they bowed their heads and bowed obediently. Only the young son stood there in ignorance, looking up at the statue that stood up to the sky and the earth to her.

"Mother, what is this like?"

"Galahia." The gentle female voice in the memory said, "It is the idol of the god who blessed our ancestors, Galahia." ”

The next moment the idol of Galahia moved, and the androgynous body had long eyebrows and angry eyes, but the corners of its mouth were upturned, and it opened its big mouth and prostrated towards the people who were prostrate at its feet, bringing out the sound of the golden phase booming and shattering.

It was as if the sleeping Galashia had woken up, and the gold dust had fallen off and scattered. The crowd of worshippers screamed in astonishment, and the children stood stunned, looking at the eyes of the idol, and a strange and fragrant liquid was left in their mouths and noses.

Click. Click. Click.

Drop by drop, drop by drop, on the child's face without hindrance.

……

"She is not crazy or stupid, nor did she die violently, which shows that this is the child chosen by the ancient gods! I'm going to take her back, take her back to her real hometown! ”

"Are you crazy......? That's just legend! If you want to go, you can leave the child with me! ”

"Legends? That's what our ancestors really experienced. Let me tell you, every sentence and every scene recorded here is true! ”

"So many years!" The child heard the man's excited voice: "Hundreds, thousands of years, when has Galahia ever returned?" ”

"You're crazy...... I think you're crazy about researching these things......"

……

Chen Tongsheng pulled a wooden stick from the fire and looked at the Bodhisattva's face by the light of the fire above.

For some reason, the Bodhisattva's face looked very strange. At first, she thought it was because of the thunder and lightning and the fire, but now that she looked closely, it was the Bodhisattva's face that was already very strange.

The face had the eyebrows of a bodhisattva, but they were the eyes of Galashia. There is the full heaven of a bodhisattva and the long ears with hanging shoulders, but it is the smiling lips of Galashia. Looking down, the treasure in the Bodhisattva's hand was not a pure bottle, Chen Tongsheng looked down for a long time before he recognized it-

……

"Mother, what is Galahia holding in his hand?"

“…… Yes, the brains of the declining. ”

……

It was half a human brain in a bowl-shaped artifact.

At this time, the lightning outside the temple tore through the inky black sky, and hit the Bodhisattva's face with purple and blue electric light over and over again. Thunder roared.

Chen Tongsheng's mouth was dry, and she looked at it in a daze. Song Chuanbai saw that this was wrong, so he also walked over, stretched out his finger and wiped the Bodhisattva, and said, "This Bodhisattva, why is he smiling strangely?" ”

"Master Hou," Chen Tongsheng asked, "Have you heard, Galahia?" ”

"Huh?" Song Chuanbai repeated these four words, shook his head and smiled: "I don't know, it doesn't sound like a genuine brand, a Buddha with a big incense." He twisted his fingertips, reached the tip of his nose and sniffed, and then said: "I have always had no intention of ghosts and gods, I can remember a few, and I usually have something to say when I go to the temple to see the big host, where do I know so much?" ”

He said, "This Buddha statue doesn't taste right. ”

Chen Tongsheng's mind was still a little immersed in the quarrel between the ancient god statue and the two figures that suddenly came in his mind. Subconsciously leaned over and sniffed his fingertips, the warm breath pounced on Song Chuanbai's fingers, his fingertips moved slightly, he didn't make a sound, and looked at Chen Tongsheng in a trance.

In addition to the damp smell and stale gray atmosphere of the clay sculpture in the thunderstorm, in addition to the fragrant gray gas of the old food, there is a trace of strangeness, which cannot be said to be fragrant or something else. It makes Chen Tongsheng feel very familiar.

“…… Flylight. She remembered: "It's Feiguang!" ”