Chapter 657: The Spirit Stone Falls in the Chaos (2)

After the sixth year of Shouchang, it was the seventh year of Shouchang, and Yelu Hongji was in the first month of this year and died in the Qingfeng Palace. His grandson, the twenty-five-year-old imperial grandson Yelu Yanxi, succeeded to the throne and changed the Yuan Qiantong, and the ministers were honored with the title: "Emperor Tianzuo".

It was also in this year that Zhao Ji, the eighth emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, also ascended the throne in the first month of this year.

One south and one north, the Khitan Central Plains, the two sons of heaven ascended the throne at the same time, I don't know whether it is a coincidence or providence, Su Song, a university scholar who once created the hydraulic instrument elephant platform, died of illness at home in May of this year, and a generation of Wenzong Su Shi finally ended his life of exile, and closed his eyes peacefully in the sound of autumn rain in Changzhou.

The most brilliant scholars and poets of the century are gone, but two young emperors are eager to take the stage.

Whether it is the Song State or the Liao State, whether it is the dispute between the new party and the old party that tore Bianliang into a mess, or how Yelu Yixin, a powerful minister who is rampant in the Liao court, takes power, the major military affairs will always be one after another. Compared with these major events that can be recorded in history, a small parting in Yizhou Longxing View is insignificant.

Xu Xuanling, the lecturer of Longxingguan, has been ill since he took responsibility last year and invited the white marble building built by Xuanzong of the former Tang Dynasty to return to Longxingguan.

Although the Longxing Temple has been established for more than 200 years, it has been the official Taoist concept of the local officials to cater to Xuanzong, and the Taoist lineage has been passed down to this day, and it is rare to have a real Xuanmen learning inheritance. On weekdays, a group of Taoists are just serving incense, chanting scriptures and fasting, but according to the Taoist ritual system left by the former Tang Dynasty, they still set up the position of preacher, and elect erudite people who know how to sing and make peace with scribes and officials to serve as preachers.

However, the Khitan nobles of the Liao State emphasized Buddhism, and those monks who were familiar with Huayan and practiced Tantra were idle when they traveled to and from various military states of the Liao State to speak in Xi, and gathered thousands of people to listen to the scriptures. However, although there are many Taoist temples like Longxingguan, there are many people who offer incense and pray for blessings, and there are very few people who are willing to listen to the master preach the meaning of the Xuanmen scriptures, so that Xu Xuanling, a master of the scriptures, has very few opportunities to teach the classics of the three caves.

When Xu Xuanling was seriously ill, the people who did not accept him in the view became restless. Originally, Xu Xuanling was also quite famous in the circle of Yizhou scribes, and there were local celebrities like Wu Qingru who could be cited as foreign aid. But his serious illness came strangely, and Wu Qingru had never been able to walk around in Longxing Temple since he was sick.

Sick in bed, foreign aid is tied, and the place where the Daomen is repaired is three points lower than the village house door built by the old man and the office struggle of the leather bag company. In a blink of an eye, someone took on his position as a scripture teacher, and even his two little apprentices were punished with incense and a ring ruler, and they were about to survive in Longxingguan.

For all this, Xu Xuanling just lay on the couch crookedly, looking at the jujube tree in front of the window. The old tree had not borne fruit for many years, and there was talk of cutting it down and using it to make a set of tables and chairs, but he stopped it, so it never happened. But now, both people and trees are like dry leaves in the wind, and when they blow, they will whirl and drift away.

Looking at the jujube tree outside the window again, Xu Xuanling sighed slightly, took out two letters from the small box at the head of the bed, and two small baggage, and shook them lightly.

Looking at the two apprentices kneeling in front of the couch, Xu Xuanling just asked, "Professor Wu is also sick today?"

Without waiting for the two young men to reply, he shook his head and said, "When encountering such a thing, who can not be sick? Professor Wu is willing to stay at home with illness and not go out, which can be regarded as very rare." ”

The two apprentices were honest people, and they didn't understand what Xu Xuanling said. Only Xu Xuanling himself knew that when he and Wu Qingru were discussing the incense note, he suddenly said something rebellious-

He predicted the day of the death of the previous emperor and also predicted when the current emperor would ascend the throne.

These two items are also terrible sins in which dynasty and generation, and it is light to spread it out, and Wu Qingru has concealed it for him for a long time, which can be regarded as a friend's righteous anger.

What's more, since he uttered those two prophecies by the gods, he has always been in this state of great vitality, how can he still have the energy to compete with others for the position of a scripture mage. These days, he is getting thinner and thinner, and he no longer cares about these things, but has the taste of fairy wind bones.

At this moment, he was half-sitting on the couch and said softly: "Today is the Lizhou Judgment Family to prolong the life of the old Feng Weng, except for our master and apprentice, the rest of the people in this view are going to the Lizhou Judgment Mansion to fast." There are some things that I said directly, the two of you will practice as a teacher and become a monk, and you can't end up with one of you. The temple of Emperor Zhaolie in Zhuozhou is the abbot of the teacher's friend, and the two of you have my letters, whether you go to his door, or do some small business or make a living, you are all with you. Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one at this moment, you are gone, which can be regarded as the end of my heart. ”

The two apprentices couldn't help but cry when they heard the ominous meaning of Xu Xuanling's words, but Xu Xuanling waved his hand and said: "What are you crying about? As a teacher, you are just sick, and you are not going to die here, you stay in front of me, but it is a drag." Let's go, let's go, they're all away from this Longxingguan but quiet!"

Although he was sick, Xu Xuanling's bearing was still undiminished, and the two apprentices had no choice, so they helped each other to stand up, sobbed and wiped tears with their sleeves, and staggered out of the door.

When they arrived at the door, the two teenagers did not forget to kneel down and kowtow to Xu Xuanling three times. However, Xu Xuanling just turned his back and looked at the jujube tree intently.

After a long time, he also stood up, put on a pair of wooden loafers for walking the mountain road, changed his Taoist robe into a coarse cloth head, and took a bamboo hat and put it on his head. In the blink of an eye, the former preacher of Long Xingguan changed into a wandering Taoist outfit, picked a package with a wooden cane, and walked out of the gate in a fluttering manner.

Xu Xuanling's steps seemed to be stepping on cotton, but between the steps and steps, there was no nostalgia at all, and even where he was going to go had already been decided. In front of him is still a rammed earth road in Yizhou City, but what Xu Xuanling sees in his eyes is only a road that winds straight to the sky, which seems so real.

At the end of the road into the mountain, there is a strange peak standing in the sea of clouds, between the strange pines, one side has a high Tiancheng black jade lying on the peak, the black jade is around, there seems to be a fire-colored stone tendon like a charm, and there are clouds and thunder secret seals entangled like a dragon. There are faint starry lights in the warm jade light, mysterious and inexplicable, as if waiting for someone to arrive.