Youliang silently took out the silk silk blood book from his arms and handed it to Zeng Da.

"What is this?" Zeng Da was surprised.

"This is the blood book left by your ancestor Zeng Jing."

Zeng Da was surprised to take the silk silk and unfold it, the dark red fly-headed small block characters were delicate and neat, but he didn't know Chinese, so he handed over the blood book to Dr. Bi.

"In the winter of the thirteenth year of Yongzheng, Anren Zengjing, the Hengzhou Mansion of Chenzhou, stabbed the blood suicide note" Dr. Bi read, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and he hurriedly continued to read all the blood books.

"Zeng Da, this is really your ancestor Zeng Jing's suicide note." Dr. Bi was stunned and said.

In the middle of the sound, Zeng Dacai muttered to himself: "Didn't you say that the ancestors were executed by Emperor Qianlong?" ”

"This blood letter makes it very clear that Zeng Jing avoided the catastrophe under the pretext of finding the tomb of the Medicine King for Qianlong, and then hid in some 'Wuxian country', so the legendary Ling Chi's execution should be based on false rumors, which is not credible." Dr. Bi explained.

"Then how could Zengjiazhuang be broken up all of a sudden?"

Doctor Bi pondered: "I think it must be that the imperial court can't find Zeng Jing, so they think that he is hiding, so they implicate the Zeng family." ”

"Uncle, is Wu Xianguo far away?" At this time, the little girl of the Zeng family asked.

"Yes," Dr. Bi took over and said in confusion, "The legendary 'Wuxian Kingdom' is a matter of ancient times, it has been five thousand years ago, and the Yongzheng Dynasty has only been more than two hundred and fifty years now, how can Zeng Jing do this, this is completely without any scientific reason." ”

The other people in the room also looked at Youliang suspiciously, if it weren't for the magical "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate" that he showed just now, he would probably have been kicked out of the house as an idiot.

"That's not the real 'Wu Xianguo', but a feng shui mystery laid down by Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, most of which are illusions, but there are also some real things hidden in it, and I can't say the specifics. In short, there he met Zeng Jing's body and blood book, cremated according to his last words and brought his ashes here. Arira explained as much as he could.

"Where are the ashes?" Zeng asked.

Arira untied the suede bag tied around his waist and placed it on the table.

Dr. Bi opened the bag and took a look: "Yes, this is human ashes." ”

Zeng looked at Youliang with sincere eyes, and silently opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he never said it.

Youliang looked at him calmly and nodded firmly.

"Son, light candles and incense, and welcome the ancestors home." Zeng Da no longer doubted, and commanded his mother-in-law loudly with tears streaming down his face.

Candles and incense were lit on the offering table in the hall, and the suede bag containing Zeng Jing's ashes and silk and blood books were enshrined high, and the three members of the Zeng family knelt on the ground and prayed to welcome their ancestors home, the scene was tear-jerking.

Arirashi took out a leather envelope, took out 12,000 yuan and put it on the table, then turned around and left silently. That was Zeng Jing's money, which should be returned to his descendants, and the remaining more than 2,000 should be regarded as his own hard work, and he had to take a car to travel and eat.

Hengshan starts from the Huiyan Peak of "the wild goose is frightened in the south, and the sound is broken", and the Yuelu Mountain of "frost leaves are red in February flowers" in the north, and the seventy-two peaks stretch for more than 800 miles, and it has always been the holy place of Zen Buddhism and Taoism in the north and south of the Central Plains.

The Tibetan scripture hall under the auspicious light peak, formerly known as "small like Zen forest", was built in the second year of Chen Guangda in the Southern Dynasty, created for the monk Huisi, the ancestor of Nanyue, hidden in the depths of the valley, surrounded by ancient trees towering to the sky, very elegant and quiet.

There is a piece of "spiritual field" in front of the main hall, the autumn night is common like a candle phosphorus fire, you can see the outline of the old forest ancient hall, the government said that it is the fireflies gather and glow, but the monks in the temple all know that it is caused by the underground corpse gas.

It was night, the moon was hanging high, cool as water. His Royal Highness, an old monk sat at the stone table drinking tea, and the middle-aged man opposite him looked dignified, wearing a navy blue tunic with a tightly buttoned neckline and a steady and elegant demeanor.

"Abbot of Gukong, Zhu Yuanzhang gave your temple the fragment of the "Tripitaka Sutra" I have read all the fragments, will soon go down the mountain, May 18 is Zhang Daoling Christmas, Taoism north and south factions will gather in Qingcheng Mountain to debate the scriptures, this is a once in ten years of the grand meeting should go to join in the fun. Master, the moon is bright tonight, how about continuing to debate with the master? The middle-aged man said.

"Master Xue, the old monk is ashamed, you and I have debated the scriptures dozens of times in the past two years, and if we continue to argue, I am afraid that I will fall into obsessive delusions." Zen Master Gukong smiled slightly, wanting to wave his hand.

"The difference between the masters, all the old monks in the world today call themselves 'old monks', don't you know that it is contrary to the principles of Buddhism." The word "Sangha" is the abbreviation of Sanskrit "Sangha", the original meaning of Sangha is many, the Central Plains is three people, and Buddhism is four people. A group of four or more bhikshus is called a sangha, and a meeting of four or more bhikshus is called a sanga karma. A bhikshu or even three bhikshus are not to be called a 'sangha', but only a 'shamun', and if they are called a 'monk', which means a person of the sangha, it is barely justified. The master calls himself 'old sangha' which means old sangha, which is wrong, a monk cannot represent the sangha. Also, some monks often call themselves 'little monks' in their letters and articles for the sake of self-modesty, which is simply a defilement of the Sangha. "Mr. Xue is aggressive and merciless.

Zen Master Gukong smiled faintly: "Zen patriarchs throughout the ages have also called themselves 'old monks'. ”

"That being said, that's not a Buddha system." Mr. Xue argued strongly.

"Master Xue, Ha Luha, the old monk was almost fooled again, tonight only tastes tea and does not debate the scriptures, when do you plan to go down the mountain and travel far away?"

"Xue is waiting for a guest."

"Oh, Lord Xue has been on the mountain for two years, and I have never seen you interact with outsiders, when will the guests arrive?" Zen Master Gukong couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard this.

"He's already here, right over there in the 'Unhindered Forest.'"

Gukong Zen Master raised his head and looked into the forest, and sure enough, he saw a figure standing under the tree, which was named after the monk who got the mantle of Douer Buddha in those years.

"Now that we've arrived, why don't we come and drink tea together?" Mr. Xue shouted.

The man under the tree heard the words and walked over, this person was Youliang, after leaving Xidong Village, he rushed all the way to Hengshan according to the old hedgehog's words. Although Zeng Jingren died, he passed on to himself to "devouring the Yin Needle", and he was the same as the master, how could his descendants ignore it if they were in trouble?

When he found the Tibetan scripture hall under the auspicious light peak, it was already dark, and when he saw an old monk drinking tea and talking with people, he waited under the tree without rashly disturbing, quietly listening to their conversation, I don't know if the old hedgehog said that the master was the old monk with white hair in front of him.

"Oh, it's a young man, please sit down and drink tea." The ancient sky Zen master pointed to the stone bench.

"Excuse me, I'm calling Youliang." Youliang stepped forward and respectfully saluted to the ancient empty Zen master, but all Buddhist monks could recognize it by the statue alone.

After Youliang sat down, Mr. Xue looked at him and asked slowly, "Are you the crazy boy who used the 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate' to treat his illness in the Xidong?" ”

Youliang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, only to understand that the middle-aged man was the "master", and at this moment, in his yin eyes, he vaguely saw that this person's body was covered with a layer of red like blood under the moonlight.

"It's me." Arirashi replied.

"My surname is Xue, and I am a freelance writer for the magazine, are you a disciple of the Qingcheng Mountain Changdao Heavenly Master?" Mr. Xue asked.

"It's not."

"'Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles' was created in the hands of Zhang Daoling of the Eastern Han Dynasty, because the needle method was too domineering, it was forbidden by the imperial court of the past dynasties, and it was rare in the world at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, and it completely disappeared after the liberation of the country in 49 years. Where did you learn it? ”

"Ancestral." Arira didn't want to mention Liu Thirteen.

At this time, Zen Master Gukong stood up: "It's okay for the two donors to drink tea slowly and catch up, the old monk is going to rest." Then he turned and left.

The bright moon hangs high, the night sky is like washing, the cicadas and insects are almost silent.

"Your courage is not small, you dare to go to Hengshan alone at night, and it is rare to be true to your words. Let's talk about it, the old hedgehog's seven-year hibernation period has not expired, and you have destroyed its Taoism, you must know that the world is not exclusive to human beings, and other creatures also enjoy the right to survive and cultivate, what is the reason for using such cruel means to deal with a little hedgehog at a young age? Mr. Xue said lightly.

"Zeng Da is the only labor force of the Zeng family, the old hedgehog possession caused him to be paralyzed in bed all the time, his wife and children are living very difficult, and they can't destroy other people's lives for the convenience of their own practice, so they drove him away." Youliang kept his mouth shut and didn't mention Zeng Jing's affairs, so as not to cause extraneous branches, and it was better to be cautious and behave cautiously in the rivers and lakes.

Mr. Xue was silent when he heard this, and after a long time, he slowly spoke: "What you said is not unreasonable, but the 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate' is too domineering, and it easily destroys the Taoism that people have worked hard to cultivate for thousands of years. Your name is Yura, isn't it? ”

"Yes."

"Youliang, if there is anything unfinished, just say it, and I will do my best to complete it for you."

"Are you trying to kill me?" Youliang was stunned, and suddenly felt a chill from top to bottom.

"There is no need to repeat the truth, let's say, what is the unfinished business behind us? For example, parents, relatives, and so on. ”

"I have no relatives, I'm an orphan." Youliang's yin eyes stared at Mr. Xue, thinking in his heart when to grab the other party's body, and suck his vitality dry.

But he was not sure that he would be able to win Mr. Xue, because the layer of blood-colored red that covered his body had never been seen before. Youliang himself still doesn't know the Dao, since he inhaled the "Devouring Yin Needle" into his body, his yin eyes have improved to a level, and he can see the demon.