A month and a half ago, Yuzhou City, Jianghu Inn.

In the backyard study, the candle flame flickered.

"Dad, what are you looking for me?"

Wei Xian sat behind the bookcase, with a letter and a book with a blue cover and no title in front of him.

"I'm going to the rivers and lakes, my father wants to entrust you with something."

Wei Zigeng looked at the man in front of him suspiciously, tall and burly, even if he was sitting, he was already half a head taller than Wei Zigeng who was standing.

"Dad, you said that as long as I can do it, I will do my best."

Wei Xian sighed, guilty, sad.

"It's not about doing your best, it's about doing it."

The young man clearly felt that when Wei Xian said this, the whole room seemed to be a little cold, the moonlight outside the window was extremely cold, and the window edge was covered with frost.

"Hmm!"

Wei Zigeng nodded, and Wei Xian said:

"Jingcheng City National Temple that pole of the holy pen, I told you, Yongjue bald donkey owes me a favor, when he was not a monk when he had a son, after he escaped into the empty door but how can not be the right result, the host at that time said that the dust still has his concerns, can not become a Buddha. And then I took in the child, this is completely but mortal, after the positive result is proven, he promised that if he is a father in the future, he will definitely agree, Buddhism is the most important cause and effect, although he has passed away, but the promise is still there, you go to Zhenguo Temple to get the pen of the text, just say that you are entrusted by my Wei Xian, to get the pen of the word, they will definitely give it to you. ”

It is rumored that Master Yongjue and Master Ling Xutian set up a spiritual crossing, and then returned to the temple and passed away on the same night, but they have not been cremated so far, and it is rumored that the eyes are still open, and the body is not decomposed, and ignorant believers believe that Master Yongjue has become a Buddha in the flesh, and only the current abbot Yongning knows that this is the cause and effect of the senior brother, and he has been rejected from Western Buddhism.

Wei Zigeng knew about Wen Shengbi, which was the natal object of his third aunt Yan Xin, but he didn't know that there was such a cause and effect.

"Dad, what else about this?"

After speaking. I saw that Wei Xian's face was even more ugly, and he was even a little angry.

"Go to Qingfeng Mountain Qiyunguan and bring your mother back!"

Wei Zigeng's expression froze on his face when he heard this, he never expected it to be this matter, and learned from Wei Xian and Yan Xin that his mother was dead, and she was dead in the year their brother and sister were born, which is an indisputable fact, but what does this sentence "bring your mother back" mean?

Although he didn't believe it, Wei Zigeng still asked.

"My mother, she's not dead?!"

Wei Xian says:

"It's dead, but Qi Yunguan's bull nose forcibly detained your mother's soul. As the heir of Wen Sheng, your mother is blessed with Wen Sheng's luck, and Qi Yunguan vainly tries to control your mother's soul to stabilize Da Li's luck. Why did the imperial court delay in enclosing the gods of mountains and rivers? That's one of the reasons for this. ”

After drinking a cup of tea, he didn't look at Wei Zigeng, who was standing on the spot, and then said:

"There is a descendant of Wensheng who once served as the backbone of luck in the world, what kind of landscape and righteous god do you need to enshrine? And only Zigeng can do this to pick up your mother back. ”

My heart was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and there was silence in the study, only the sound of candle flames flickering, the creaking of Wei Zigeng's teeth, and the sound of joints rubbing.

——— dividing line———

Hearing Xia Qiudong's words, Wei Zigeng didn't look back and went to the place where he tied the black mule at that time.

"Tell your Emperor Your Majesty, wishful thinking!"

This disrespectful sentence will not reach the ears of others, nor will it be preached in the ears of summer, autumn and winter, and no one will hear this sentence.

Xia Qiudong looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and said with a smile:

"Who the hell are you? Your Majesty knows you so well, it's interesting. ”

That night, in the news he received from the Qiankun Palace, the new Kandi Li Dai said:

"You just need to spread these words immediately, and even if the boy won't agree, he will naturally come to see me."

When he came to the corner of the alley, the black mule was tied there unharmed, and he ate all the grass in the clearing, and a circular clearing appeared.

Wei Zigeng untied the rope, touched the head of the mule and said:

"Lao Luo, I've worked hard for you during this time, let's go, take you to eat good!"

He touched the saddle on the mule's belly, and the things were still there, three hundred taels of silver tickets and some luggage and clothes, all the same.

led the mule to the wine shop where he went when he first came to Yuezhou.

"Little Er!"

"Come on!"

A figure appeared in the wine shop, he bent over, with a white towel on his shoulder, and said with a flattering smile:

Guest, what do you need? ”

Wei Zigeng handed the rope to Xiao Er, and when he saw the rope, Xiao Er seemed to remember something.

"Guest...... Guest, here you go again?! ”

He still remembered the wine gourd that had been filled with four or five jars but had not yet been filled.

Wei Zigeng took out a grain of broken silver and said:

"Feed my mules the best forage from you, with eggs and salt, and carrots."

Xiao Er weighed the broken silver in his hand, and there were as many as three taels. The expression on his face softened a lot.

"Don't worry, guest officer, I will raise it as my own son, and what do you want to eat besides guest officer?"

Wei Zigeng found an empty table and sat down, took out a delicate gourd from his waist and threw it into the small second-hand, the shopkeeper hurriedly took it, looking at the delicate gourd, the shopkeeper actually felt as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Don't worry, you only need to fill six jars of wine, and then get two appetizers, and you can do the rest.

Xiao Er breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating and drinking, Wei Zigeng took the wine gourd and pulled the mule and left the wine shop.

Today he did not live in the ruined temple, but in the city of a similar inn, bandits rampant in the city, many large inns have not been able to escape their poisonous hands, but some ordinary inns, they did not patronize, so they escaped.

asked for an upper room, Wei Zigeng came to the room and fell asleep, and he didn't have a good rest these days.

"Bell, bell, bell."

A voice ringed in his ears, the sound of metal and stone clattering.

Wei Zigeng suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a white expanse around him, he sat up, put the light in front of him with his hand, and walked towards the white light.

The halo dispersed, and the scene that caught his eyes made Wei Zigeng stunned in place.

The golden glow of the setting sun sprinkled on the forest, the straight spruce trees towered into the clouds, the forest was confused with a thick white mist, and the sound of reading echoed in the ears, which was pleasant.

"This ...... Where is it? ”

Looking at everything around him, Wei Zigeng looked around blankly.

"Bell"

Following the sound, it was the depths of the woods, and after walking for some time, the boy looked up at the sunset in the sky.

The sunset seemed to last forever, and even though it looked like the sun was waning, there was no sign of going down.

When I came to the forest, there were countless stone tablets standing in a clearing, which were densely engraved with words, and if you looked closely, the stone tablets were engraved with the famous texts of the time, and some of them even suffered only in the only books.

"This ...... Who the hell did this?! If students all over the world know about this place, I'm afraid it will be crazy. ”

It took some time, Wei Zigeng slowly came to the depths of the stele forest, and he saw a burly old man.

The old man was nine feet tall, his eyes were bulging, his ears were hanging down his shoulders, his arms were above his knees, his front teeth were protruding, his hair was white, he was wearing a Confucian scarf, and a long sword hung on his waist, and he was holding an iron chisel in one hand and a hammer in the other, and he carved words on the stone tablet, and the sound came from here.

The moment he saw that look, Wei Zigeng suddenly froze.

Wen ...... Wensheng! ”

Although the young man had not read the Eight Classics, he had also seen the portrait of the old man in front of him at Mr. Zhou's house.

There are thousands of students in the world, and there are thousands of schools of theory!

From the original gentleman's doctrine to become the criterion for restricting people's morality, and then to the doctrine of Wang Ba to become a good prescription for governing the country, two thousand years of ups and downs, some people praise them forever, and some people are short-lived.

From how to be a monarch to how to be a minister, whether it is the doctrine of the king, or the salvation of the people through the world, the doctrine of the world comes from the person in front of him.

The master of all generations, there is no class of teaching, the first generation of Wen Shengyan Han.

When the old man heard the voice, he stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at the young man, and smiled slightly.

With a wave of his hand, a table and chair and a pot of tea appeared in front of him.

"Come, sit."

The boy sat down a little stiffly, as if the junior who had done something wrong was punished by the elders.

"Tea?"

Wei Zigeng nodded, and Master Wen Sheng poured a cup of tea and handed it to the young man. Just when the young man raised the teacup and took a sip, a wine jug and a wine cup appeared in front of Wen Sheng, and Wei Zigeng suddenly felt that the tea in his hand was not fragrant.

Wen Sheng looked at the wine in his hand and said with a smile:

"You didn't say it."

Wen Sheng reluctantly handed him the wine again and changed the tea back.

Wei Zigeng was just about to drink it, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said:

"Master Wensheng, where is this?"

Wen Sheng drank a cup of tea and said:

"You have a lot of questions to ask, a lot of things to say, but you don't know where to ask or where to say?"

The boy took the wine cup and nodded.

"There's not much time, then you listen, I'll say."

"This place is the moral forest, the outer world condensed by the world's bookish qi and incense power, as for me? I am indeed dead, but I will always be there as long as there is a sound of reading, and as long as there is one person in the world who remembers me, I will always exist. As for why I'm here? See these steles? ”

Wei Zigeng nodded, and Wen Sheng continued:

"Old man, I swear to carve the world's famous articles for the students of the world, so that everyone has books to read, and if I don't do this, I vow not to ascend to the sky. But there are so many famous books in the world, so they are trapped in the moral forest forever. ”

Wei Zigeng didn't seem to understand, Wen Sheng said:

"Of course, as long as the old man wants to go, I can go at any time, and the moral forest also exists because of the old man, and in the final analysis, I trapped myself."

"That ......"

Without waiting for Wei Zigeng to finish speaking, Wen Sheng continued:

"Then why didn't I save your mother back then? Indeed, she is the heir to my mantle, but that little girl didn't let me save her until she died, she begged for death by herself, how can I save the old man? ”

Wei Zigeng lowered his head.

"Time is running out, let's drink the wine in the glass and go back."

The young man looked at Wen Sheng in front of him blankly, he didn't know what he meant, and when he saw that his tone was so anxious, he raised his head and poured the wine.

Dizzy for a while, Wei Zigeng only felt that the objects in front of him were constantly changing, and he gradually lost consciousness.

Before that, there was a phrase echoing in my ears:

"Call the old man's name, the old man's law elephant will come to help you once, remember that there is only one chance, and it can be regarded as the old man's atonement."

Wei Zigeng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, looking at everything around him, still the appearance of the inn.

The moon has been on the third pole.