Chapter 67: The Literati Burn Their Bones
As the night grew darker, the villagers, willing or dissatisfied, dispersed in a bustling manner, and Yidan Yige quietly followed Isha to her left and right, waiting to be dispatched. Jingmo helped Isha back to the house with concern, and Changling listened to Isha sit down steadily, then put away his sword and quietly followed behind Hua Thirteen.
"Take my sister and brother-in-law and go to Leigong Gorge." Isa's swollen eyes no longer had the strength to squeeze out a tear, and she looked at the two cold corpses in a daze, and said weakly.
Yi Dan and Yi Ge found a large piece of white cloth and a carriage, and rushed to Lei Gong Gorge with a group of people dressed in stars and moons.
Painting 13 stood on this side of the cliff and looked at the opposite side, time has changed, but the grass that he hid in it with his senior brother has not changed for ten years, and it is as barren as yesterday. He followed Isha and others to the entrance of the stone cave, looked at the unfathomable stone cave that ran through the mountain, and painted thirteen leaned over to observe the ** stone wall carefully, and found that it was smooth and smooth, without the slightest trace of artificial chisel, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Where does this stone cave come from?" ”
The same question Jingmo had already asked when she came, and she replied eloquently: "I heard Isha say that this cave has been here since she was a child, and not only here, but there is also a stone cave in the mountain opposite that also runs through the mountain. ”
"It's definitely not natural!" Painting 13 looked at the two sides of the Leigong Gorge like a moat on both sides of the wall, there is no suspension bridge in the middle, if you want to cross the gorge, there is only a detour, just like he and Changling deliberately bypassed the road of Leigong Gorge when they came to Dayin from the desert.
A sense of foreboding rose in Hua Thirteen's heart, and he frowned and muttered: "If these two stone caves had naturally existed, I wouldn't have been trapped at the bottom of the Leigong Gorge for ten days ago, and I was finally rescued by Brother Taya." ”
There was no time to draw more than thirteen thoughts, so everyone stepped on the long ladder and entered the stone cave. Painting 13 stretched out his hand and rubbed the smooth and traceless stone walls around him, his brow condensed deeper and deeper. Jingmo understood his doubts: "If this stone cave is artificially hewn, what kind of skilled craftsman should be to shuttle through this narrow and dark mountain to make such an unknown but ingenious work?" ”
Painting 13 frowned and meditated, and in a blink of an eye, the group came to the bottom of the gorge, Jingmo suddenly remembered something important, and pulled Painting 13 to look at the mountain walls on both sides: "Isha said that there are still many half-abandoned stone caves in the mountains on this side of Fengbo Town, all of which are from the bottom up, while the mountains on the other side of Da Yin are completely opposite. ”
"In other words, these stone caves were carved by the people on the other side of Da Yin who wanted to pass through the natural moat of Lei Gong Gorge?" Painting Thirteen frowned and looked at Jingmo.
Jingmo nodded, and shook his head again: "However, this is obviously not something that can be done by manpower......"
While the two frowned and pondered, the two bodies of Guang Ziyu and Alia were also quietly lowered along the stone cave, and Yi Dan and Yi Ge carefully carried the bodies to an open space and waited for Isa's fall.
Isha took the torch from Yi Dan's hand, forced the trembling of her whole body and walked step by step to the two corpses that were about to be cremated, and just before Isha took the torch to burn the two corpses, a figure suddenly rushed over and snatched the torch.
"Thirteen, what are you doing here?" Jingmo was confused by the sudden and unexpected move of the thirteenth painting.
"Before his death, Mr. Ziyu asked me to bury him naked." Painting Thirteen looked solemn and serious, "Isha, you also heard your brother-in-law's last wish, can you let Yi Dan and Yi Ge take off Mr. Ziyu's clothes?" ”
Isa's eyes widened and she bit her lip and couldn't speak, Jingmo eagerly hugged Isa's shoulders and looked at Hua Thirteen with a sullen face: "Thirteen, this request is too much, how can you make Isha bear to see his brother-in-law have to be stripped of his clothes after he dies?" The deceased is gone, so why let him die so coldly? A fire is enough. ”
Isha couldn't hold back any longer, she cried and shouted in Jingmo's arms: "I don't allow it, I don't allow it!" My brother-in-law paid the most attention to decent and clean clothes before his death! I won't let anyone touch him! ”
Hua Thirteen's calm expression became more firm, as if he was more sure of something, and said softly: "Isa, listen to me, Mr. Ziyu is a generation of literati, the most important is to start and finish well, and he dies a decent and beautiful death. He specifically mentioned that if you want to be naked when you die, there must be something else to hide. ”
Isha gradually stopped crying, Jingmo looked at the painting thirteen thoughtfully, suddenly, she looked back at the stone cave as if she thought of something, and couldn't help but shake her palms, surprised: "Thirteen, you mean Mr. Ziyu he-"
The eyes of the thirteenth painting were as calm as the bottom of a deep lake and cast an affirmative gaze at Jingmo, and Jingmo couldn't help but take a few steps in shock. Hua Thirteen looked at Isha who didn't know why, swallowed his throat, and said, "Do you remember that Mr. Ziyu inadvertently mentioned explosives very nervously?" ”
Isha shook her head, remembering that when Jingmo talked about developing the gum fruit, her brother-in-law seemed to ask and nodded again.
Hua Thirteen slowly walked to the side of the stone cave, took a deep breath and said, "This kind of stone cave must not be done by manpower alone. But if something else, such as explosives, is a breeze, and it's not hard to explain why there isn't a single sign of a chisel in the cave. ”
The listeners were all taken aback, and even Hua Thirteen himself did not dare to think about his bold speculation, as if he saw the bottomless darkness in the stone cave beckoning to him.
"But what does this have to do with my brother-in-law?" Isha didn't care what kind of rock cave or explosive, in her eyes, she only saw two relatives in the world waiting for her to be cremated by her own hands.
Painting 13's deep eyes turned to the corpse in Confucian costume: "With Mr. Ziyu's family and country mind, even if Da Yin abandons him, he will not abandon his homeland." There must be a reason why he chose to stay in Fengbo Town, which is across the gorge from Dayin. ”
"What is the reason?" Isha suddenly felt that her brother-in-law was very strange, and she didn't even know if the person who played with her when she was a child despite her sister's scolding was not this person with lofty ideals from Da Yin who was lying next to her sister at the moment.
"The reason, perhaps, is on him." Painting 13 looked at Guang Ziyu's corpse more and more determinedly.
Jingmo's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, she took Isa's shoulders and stared seriously at her deer-like alert eyes: "Isa, do you believe me?" ”
Isha nodded without hesitation: "You are the pharmacist sister who heals and saves people, I believe you." ”
Jingmo pointed to the thirteenth painting and said with a firm expression: "This man is the one I am willing to believe in with my life and my whole heart. Can you allow him to fulfill Mr. Ziyu's last wish? ”
Isha eased her senses, took a deep breath, looked at Jingmo's resolute and trustworthy eyes, and nodded silently. Jingmo glanced at Hua Thirteen, and then, pulling Isha to turn around and turn his back to them, Chang Ling also walked silently to Isa's side.
A very faint fine line wrinkled into the center of the thirteen eyebrows, and he motioned for Yi Dan and Yi Ge to help him take off Guang Ziyu's clothes together. The cold wind in the canyon, the dead were silent, when the thirteen bright and swaying torches came to Guang Ziyu's body, his heart suddenly "suddenly" startled, Yi Dan and Yi Ge looked at Guang Ziyu's lower body, and they also gasped and were frightened to retreat.
"How, how can this be?" The two brothers were dumbfounded, "He, he's the husband of the female chief!" Doesn't she, the chief of the woman, know what he looks like? ”
"She knows." The light of the torch reflected in the eyes of the thirteen, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he forced the tears from his eyes to throb, "But she still loves him, even if he is a castrated man." You help me carry the torch, and I want to see what that black and red mark on his thigh is. ”
Yi Dan and Yi Ge's minds went blank, and they followed the instructions of Hua Thirteen in a daze. When Hua 13 saw clearly the dense black and red marks on Guang Ziyu's legs, he clenched the betel nut horn tightly, closed his eyes again, and a trace of tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes:
"Gu Zhiguan, Gao Tingfeng, Qian Shi...... These names that he carved on the flesh and skin with a knife are all benevolent and righteous people of Guangling Academy in the past... Some have been crossed out by a horizontal line... He's reminding himself......"
The hearts of the literati can be big or small. As small as the wind and snow, the poetry is right, and the big is to help the people and benefit the world. When he was a child, he was exposed to his master's ears and eyes, and he also empathized with the literati's sustenance, and at this moment, he really saw with his own eyes this generation of scholars who had been exiled in a foreign land and finally in a foreign land, and his heart was unbearable. His gaze slowly drifted from one scabbed name after another, but it froze in the last line.
The last line has the deepest notch, and the lightest scab, which can be seen to be engraved earlier than all the other names. Here are eight strong and powerful scripts:
Recruit the poor, and there should be a shortage of heaven.
"Can I cremate my sister and brother-in-law?" Isha shouted in the distance.
The thirteen eyebrows of the painting were deeply condensed, and he respectfully covered Guang Ziyu's whole body with a white cloth. He whispered to Yidan Yige: "For the sake of Isha, for the sake of the dignity of the Chief's Mansion, please keep what you see secret, and don't tell anyone." ”
The two brothers, Yi Dan and Yi Ge, were originally rough men, and when they saw the corpse of a castrated man, no one wanted to recall that scene, let alone mention it, so they quickly nodded and agreed to paint thirteen.
Jingmo helped Isha over, and Isha glared at Thirteen and asked, "How is it?" What did you find out about your brother-in-law? ”
Hua Thirteen glanced at Jing Mo in an unspeakable manner, swallowed his throat and replied: "I just saw that he had a sentence engraved on his body that the Guangling people used to express his ambition, and there was nothing else." ”
Isha took back the torch and knelt in front of the two corpses, Yidan Yige also knelt and kowtowed with Isa, and drew thirteen shoulders over Jingmo's shoulder, silently bowing his head, watching the raging fire ignite billowing black smoke until the husband and wife were burned into inextricable ashes. Changling knelt on one knee with his sword in his hand, listening to Isa's exhausted sobs.