Since the emperor is Zhu Di, the black-clothed monk must be Yao Guangxiao, speaking of which Yao Guangxiao is also a strange person, he became a monk at the age of seventeen and was named Daoyan. He is good at Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, and is proficient in yin and yang techniques. In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang selected senior monks to serve the kings and recited scriptures for the late Queen Ma. He was recommended to become an important adviser to Zhu Di, the king of Yan, and followed Zhu Di, the king of Yan, to Beiping.

Since then, he has often been in and out of the Yanwang Mansion, participated in the conspiracy to seize the throne, and became an important adviser to Zhu Di. He also trained sergeants in the back garden of the palace, made military weapons, and made military preparations; On the eve of the army in June of the first year of Jianwen, he planned to capture Zhang Yu, the political envoy of Beiping, and Xie Gui, the commander of the capital. In the Battle of Jingyan, he stayed in Beiping, suggested that King Yan advance on a light horse, take Nanjing, and persuaded Zhu Di not to kill Fang Xiaoru, in October, assisted King Yan Shizi to lead 10,000 people to hold Beiping, and defeated hundreds of thousands of Northern Expedition divisions of the imperial court. After that, he still praised and schemed, and finally Zhu Di won the throne, known as the black-clothed prime minister.

But in the eyes of Wang Xiaohu and William Lin, he is an old man in his last years, with skin and bones left on his thin body, trembling and trembling salutes, turning around and going out of the palace gate, the Forbidden City in the picture has not yet been fully completed, and there is still a hot construction outside the door, surrounded by many fences, and there are countless brocade guards to defend the Quartet.

Wang Xiaohu thought that the picture would turn away as before, but this time the picture always stayed on the old man, he walked very slowly, as if all the spirit and spirit had been squeezed clean, but a pair of eyes were still very bright, with the vicissitudes of seeing through the world, he walked so slowly, everyone in the palace bowed down when they saw him, no one dared to look at him, and he didn't look at these palace maids, eunuchs, brocade guards, as if a sick tiger was walking in the wilderness.

After walking for about a few minutes, there was suddenly an extra yellow cloth burden in his hand, and Wang Xiaohu and William Lin were stunned, William Lin belonged to the master who had uncovered the scar and forgot the pain, and asked Wang Xiaohu in a low voice: "This old man is very capable, he conjured up a burden out of thin air, and he is even more awesome than David Copperfield." ”

Wang Xiaohu was surprised, what happened tonight was beyond imagination, he and William Lin were like two ghosts floating over the imperial city, no one could see them, but they were real.

Scenes of historical pictures are like peerless beauties, can only see, can not touch, for this two people are also helpless, can only continue to watch, seeing Yao Guangxiao's old body to an unguarded courtyard, no plaque, no inscription, I don't know where the road is, if you keep looking at it just now, maybe you can still remember the way you came, but William Lin interrupted, and looked at it again, it was already to this unknown courtyard.

The small courtyard is very quiet, dark, only the starlight in the sky is projected down, no people, no sound, only Yao Guangxiao's occasional cough in the silent night came out far away, Yao Guangxiao entered the courtyard facing the house, this is not a big room, not the royal noble people live, but like a eunuch, the palace maid's house, the inside is also dark, Yao Guangxiao took out a fire fold, the faint fire light lit up, it was a Buddha hall, enshrined a reclining Buddha.

Below the reclining Buddha is an offering table, under the offering table is a futon, Yao Guangxiao lit three incense sticks into the incense burner, sat cross-legged on the ground and recited a scripture, then stood up and walked to the side of the reclining Buddha, gently pushed, clicked...... With a slight sound, a crack was revealed in the entire wall on the right, which was covered by a yellow curtain, and there was even half a room inside.

It is said that it is half a room, the area is not small, there are thirty square meters, a huge room, only a sandalwood offering table is placed in front, two ever-bright lamps are faintly bright, but there is no statue of a god, the surrounding walls are painted into a pitch-black color, and the weird room is full of such an ominous atmosphere, Wang Xiaohu can see clearly, Yao Guangxiao's breath actually emits bursts of white mist, but it is a sunny summer outside.

Yao Guangxiao untied the burden, took out the incense burner, long incense, and tribute, and put them on the offering table in the same way, and then took out a painting scroll, stroked it carefully, and sighed: "Master, if I went to sea with you back then, I would definitely be able to live for a few more years, but this road was chosen by myself, and if I said anything, it would be tasteless, if it wasn't for the fact that the apprentice was old and couldn't walk, I would have to go with Zheng He to find you, but the master is like a fairy, I'm afraid I can't find it......"

Yao Guangxiao chattered inexplicably, Wang Xiaohu was very puzzled, I don't know who this old man misses, William Lin was even more impatient, and whispered: "People are old, they just talk a lot of, and a person can talk for a long time, as if anyone can hear yes." ”

Wang Xiaohu whispered: "You have a lot of, don't we just hear it?" Don't talk nonsense, look carefully, if our brothers want to get out, maybe it will fall on this old man. ”

One thing drops one thing, brine and tofu, William Lin is also a person who is not stingy, but he listens to Wang Xiaohu, and he is vaguely afraid of him, when he says this, he immediately closed his mouth, and then Yao Guangxiao suddenly became depressed and said: "Your Majesty, I am old, I can't live for a few days, and this is all I can do for so many years of our monarchs and ministers......

William Lin was dumbfounded when he heard this, and said, "Damn, do you want to bring another paragraph?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yao Guangxiao carefully unfolding the painting scroll, William Lin immediately became energetic, and the painting scroll that was so well protected may be the monk's old lover, and he wanted to keep it in this secret room as a souvenir, but as Yao Guangxiao's hand stretched out and saw the characters on the painting clearly, William Lin immediately lost his breath.

The painting is neither a lady nor a landscape painting, but a portrait of a man, but I see that this man is dressed in black, smiling, with a black ruler obliquely inserted in his waist, and there are little ghosts around to serve, and I don't know who painted the road, the whole painting is only a few strokes, but it is vivid, as if the person in the painting can step out from above as long as he greets.

Yao Guangxiao looked at the man on the picture, didn't say a word for a while, as if he had been fooled, and after a long time he sighed and hung the painting on the wall behind the offering table, and then took out a book from his arms, with three seal characters on it, and a ghost record.

Yao Guangxiao respectfully put the book on the offering table, and said softly: "Master, I have been with your old man for a short time, and I haven't learned much, but I still sorted out this book, the words in the book are the same as the portrait of your old man, they are all written in Longhu Mountain Danmo, there is a statue of the master and this book to suppress, it is enough to ensure that there is no major incident inside and outside the imperial city, master, I originally wanted to take your portrait and this book to the grave, but now the emperor is thirsty for killing, and there is already a rise of anger inside and outside the imperial city, and there is no divine suppression, I am afraid that it will be unfavor......able."

Yao Guangxiao began to talk again, actually talking about some old things, as if he had been immersed in memories, and there were two lines of muddy tears sliding down his face from the corners of his eyes, and William Lin couldn't help it anymore, and scolded and scolded: "Damn, cry, he's not your father!" ”

As soon as William Lin spoke, Yao Guangxiao's rickety body suddenly certain, as if he felt something, suddenly turned his head, and looked at Wang Xiaohu and William Lin without blinking a pair of dark eyes, as if knowing the existence of the two, the two of them felt like a weak Mianyang being stared at tightly by a hungry wolf, Yao Guangxiao's eyes did not have the slightest emotion, infinitely expanded, and with an irresistible huge force, the two of them were suddenly pushed away, both of them felt a tingling pain in their eyes, and all the illusions suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The two of them fell to the ground with a pop, their spirits were still trembling, and when they came back to their senses, they saw that the two of them were in the room where Yao Guangxiao was staying, the offering table in front of them was still there, the portrait of the man was hanging on the wall, it had been stained with a thin layer of dust, and the two ever-bright lamps were still faintly on, the only difference was that there was no Yao Guangxiao in the room at all.

William Lin jumped up with a scream like a dog biting his buttocks, and said loudly: "My day, that old monk swept us here with a gust of demonic wind!" As soon as he jumped up, Wang Xiaohu also jumped up, pulled him and ran towards the offering table, William Lin was stunned, was dragged and staggered, fell to the ground obliquely, his eyes happened to see the wall, and he saw that the black on the wall flowed strangely, and countless ghosts faintly appeared inside,

Countless hideous evil ghosts, emerging from the black walls, are all ancient evil ghosts, including palace maids, eunuchs, guards, ministers...... There were all kinds of them, and they were all smiling like ghosts, and there were even pairs of dry hands, grabbing the two of them with a cold air.

Wang Xiaohu staggered behind the offering table, dragged William Lin over like a dead dog, half of the room was full of ghosts dancing wildly, the roof, the surrounding walls, countless evil ghosts cried, struggling, the temperature in the room suddenly cooled down, the two of them seemed to be deep in the cold room, the breath exhaled was as hazy as fog.

One by one, withered, bloody, resentful faces, flickering, the tide generally churned towards the two, Wang Xiaohu saw the ferocity of the group of ghosts, and hurriedly dragged William Lin behind him, a miserable white ghost claw had already stretched out in front of Wang Xiaohu, he felt the gloomy cold air invade his body, and he couldn't move at this moment, but at this moment, the portrait behind the two people and the ghost record on the table suddenly emitted a soft light, the light appeared, and countless evil ghosts were terrified to dodge, but they were unwilling, Dancing up and down in layers, no one dared to approach the portrait of the man.

William Lin said with a crying voice: "It's over, it's over, our brothers just escaped Concubine Zhen and fell into the ghost den again, and they can't get out now." ”

Wang Xiaohu stared at the ghost book on the table without blinking, he saw clearly just now, so many evil ghosts are hiding from this book, as long as they take this book and use it as a protection, presumably the evil ghosts can't help them. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and grab it at the ancient book that emitted a faint brilliant light.