Li Qingshan replied indifferently, "Even in the red dust, can you not be worried about the red dust?"

The Huangyang monk slowly raised his head to look at him, and suddenly said an irrelevant sentence: "Since Your Majesty is in the palace, why are you not in the palace?"

"Rules are dead things, and no one can be bound by dead things. Your Majesty is in the palace most of the time, do I have to be detained in the palace every day? You can hide in the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda every day to practice the scriptures, I, the lord of the south gate of Haotian Dao, also have a lot of things to do, not to mention who in Chang'an City can be unfavorable to His Majesty?"

The ......Huang Yang monk repeated softly, with a smile on his face that could not be explained, and said softly: "My Tang Dynasty came out of the south gate of Haotian Dao, I really don't know how to resist the anger in the eyes of those great priests when you return to Xiling every year."

Li Qingshan said proudly: "Close your eyes, sit on top of the temple, don't look at the old faces of those uncles and uncles, deaf and deaf, stand in the mountain without peach trees, and don't listen to the solemn bells in the deep mountains." ”

"The South Gate should pay a lot of silver every year, what do they want? Could it be that they can really condemn me as an apostate and traitor? Then those old Taoists on Xiling must first destroy my Tang Empire.

The boxwood monk smiled and said nothing more.

The south gate of Haotian Dao is the product of the balance between the Tang Empire and the Xiling Temple, in fact, it represents the greatest victory of the Tang Empire in the secular religious war.

"Suzaku woke up last night. ”

Li Qingshan pulled the conversation back to the previous topic, looked at Monk Huangyang coldly and said: "Whether you want to disturb yourself or not, I have already disturbed many people, and it is impossible for me, as a national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, to face the questions of the imperial court but not give an answer. ”

Monk Huang Yang looked at the Buddhist scriptures on the case in front of him, looked at the bright red ink on the scriptures that were moistened with cinnabar's painstaking efforts, and after a moment of silence, he responded: "So you came to me to find the answer?"

Before Suzaku woke up, the head of the famous swordsman of Nancheng Mansion was cut off. ”

The towers were cramped, Li Qingshan bypassed the small wooden table, walked to the tower in two steps, looked out of the tower through the very small glass window, crossed the layers of forest heat, and fell in the humid and steaming southern city.

"The dead sword master used to be a clerical appraiser in the military department. Few people know that he studied under Xiling...... The hand sword trick comes from my Haotian Dao Sect. This is not the crux of the matter, I have no interest in asking the Imperial Xingshi for the uncles of Xilingshi, what I am interested in is that the sword master broke the murderer's coat with his sword before he died, but the murderer did not shed blood. ”

Hearing this, the Huangyang monk thought for a moment and slowly responded: "A strong man at the peak of martial arts?"

Li Qingshan turned his head, put his sleeves behind him, looked at the monk quietly and said: "It is impossible for the martial arts powerhouses of the empire to make a move, and the martial arts powerhouses in the Southern Jin Dynasty, Daheyan Kingdom and other places are under the surveillance of the imperial court, so this possibility is extremely small, so I doubt that those ascetic monks of the Yuelun Kingdom sneaked in and went crazy." ”

"So you come and ask me. The boxwood monk smiled and repeated what he had said earlier.

"Legend has it that you have been to that unknowable place in the wasteland, and I know that this is not a legend, but a true story. In that case, of course I have to ask you about those ascetic monks in the Moon Wheel Country. ”

"I am from Pingzhou Mansion in the Tang Dynasty. The Huangyang monk smiled and replied quietly, "And I don't believe that the monks of the Moon Wheel Kingdom would risk sneaking into Chang'an City to kill people for no reason. ””

Then how do you explain the fact that the murderer had no blood on his clothes?" Li Qingshan asked, looking into his eyes.

The yellow poplar monk's eyes were calm, and he replied slowly: "The Vermilion Bird wakes up in anger, and the breath of heaven and earth is a nameless fire, and its fire is enough to incinerate all things, not to mention just some sticky blood stains? ”

This Tang Dynasty royal brother, a monk who is diligent in Buddhism, really got it, and he guessed the truth of the matter lightly.

However, this does not fully explain the problem.

Li Qingshan frowned and asked, "Even if you and I do our best, we can probably only make that portrait lazy to open our eyes and take a look, how many people in this world can believe that Suzaku has awakened and is angry? If it is really those legendary predecessors, why did he come to Chang'an City to kill people? Why did he take the risk of arousing Suzaku's anger? Why is there no warning?"

The Huang Yang monk smiled and said: "It's still the same sentence, the divine objects left by the saints of the previous generation have their own true meaning between movement and stillness, where can we ordinary people understand it? If the senior who may have been to Chang'an City has really transcended the realm of knowing destiny and has the ability of the apocalypse or the idea of no distance, then his purpose is not something you and I can guess." ”

Saints, gods, apocalypse, and no distance, these words echo in the cramped space on the top of the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda, even if it is the Tang Dynasty teacher and the exquisite Buddha, in the face of these otherworldly beings, they can't help but fall into a long silence.

"Thirteenth year of the Heavenly Monarch...... It's really not very calm. ”

Li Qingshan sighed softly, turned to look at the sky outside the glass window, which was confined to several palm-sized skies, and the noisy birds on the white clouds floating in the sky, and said leisurely: "There are no big things, but there are always some small things that make people feel uneasy, I wonder if I should make a hexagram." ””

Buddhist disciples practice meditation but do not practice life. The Huangyang monk looked at his back and said calmly: "I have never believed in such a thing as Han Gua Bu, please don't forget how much turmoil Qin Tianjian caused in the end, and now it seems that the sentence that the night covers the stars, and the country will be restless is really absurd." ”

Li Qingshan looked at Guanyun negatively, and said indifferently: "Liuyun has a heart, the stars move intentionally, any inference of fate that looks absurd and nonsensical at the moment, when fate goes to the next juncture, people will eventually find that it is not the inference that is absurd, but the fate of this kind of thing, which is easy to become absurd." ””

Even if what you say is true, don't forget that the priest from Xiling made a comment when he taught you the Tao, even if you have the ability to peep into the sky, you have to pay the price of your life. When Qintianjian stargazing and mouthing caused countless turmoil, the queen begged you to count a hexagram in order to clear herself, but you refused to agree, do you want to fold your life for the slight tide in your heart and for inexplicable induction?"

The sky is unpredictable, I, Li Qingshan, still want to see the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty for a few more years, and how to painstakingly fold my life. Li Qingshan slowly frowned, looked at the lively vendors outside the temple under the tower drinking against the heat, and said: "But with a serious illness, I also want to see what kind of variables have fallen on this chessboard." ”

The Huangyang monk sighed softly in his heart, no longer tried to stop the other party, removed the Buddhist scriptures on the table, took out the black and white chess pieces and a chessboard from the box, and put them on the bookcase.

Li Qingshan turned around and walked to the table Qin, without making any complicated and mysterious spell casting movements, just flicking his sleeves, grabbing two black and white chess pieces and throwing them on the chessboard very casually.

Dozens of matte chess pieces slammed and rolled on the wooden chessboard, making a crisp sound, and it took a long time to gradually calm down, and according to the will of fate, they fell silently in their own direction and did not move.

The eyes of Li Qingshan and the Huang Yang monk fell on a jet-black chess piece on the chessboard at the same time, this chess piece did not deceive the straight line, did not control the Tianyuan, and did not stick to the square, just falling diagonally somewhere, random and weird.

The vertical and horizontal lines on the chess scale are like the avenue of the world, and the chess pieces are like travelers' carriages, stopping at the intersection, pouring cover and asking each other, or as before, or becoming enemies, or pouring two bowls of tea and drinking no longer see each other, calm as usual, and disputes as usual.

There was only one carriage lying in the middle of a thoroughfare, not forward, not backward, not noisy with the fellow travelers on the side of the road, nor rushing to break open a qiē, just silently blocking there.

It is this block, suddenly blocked the criss-crossing Qianmo Avenue is a strange thing, the people who return to the south can't return to the south, the people who go west can't go west, the enemies who want to draw their swords and see each other can't see each other through it, and the couples who want to love each other can't hug through it, the calm becomes jerky, and the disputes become chaotic.

"Is this the variable on the scale?"

Looking at the jet-black chess piece, looking at the silent carriage between the vertical and horizontal roads, Li Qingshan, the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, was still calm, but his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had suffered from a serious illness in this moment.

There was a dead silence on the top of the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda, and this silence lasted for an unknown amount of time, and was finally broken by Li Qingshan's hoarse and tired voice, which was empty and could not hear joy and sorrow. ”

This change ...... I'm going to die. ”

The Huangyang monk was slightly stunned when he heard this, and watched the black chess piece slowly close, showing compassion on his face.

At this moment, Li Qingshan's eyebrows were raised, a different color flashed in his pupils, and he said, "No, there are variables." ”

The night is coming, the summer has not subsided, the cicadas outside the window are still chirping, the second floor of the old book building of the academy is quiet, the delicate and slender female professor by the east window has left for some time, and the seriously injured and dying young man under the west window is still sitting against the wall, his face is pale and his eyes are closed, as if he will fall into a permanent dark sweet dream in the next moment.

Not far away, there were rows of bookshelves against the wall, and the intricate ornaments on the sides of the bookshelves lit up slightly, and then quietly slid away, and after a while, a fat young man in a college summer robe squeezed over panting.

Just as he was about to squat down with difficulty and go to the bottom of the bookshelf to pull out the book "Wu Ganyang on the Haoran Sword", the fat boy's brows suddenly wrinkled, and a trace of suspicion appeared on his young and white face, and he turned to look.

Looking at the motionless young man who seemed to be asleep on the wall not far away, his frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed, and he sighed with thick lips: "When did the academy come to the academy with a guy who was more desperate than Ning Que?"