The truth of the incident was revealed, Kong Baisang was imprisoned, and the green ghost was released on the spot.

In the small prison in Qingdi Township, there have been no big roles, most of them are petty thieves, and now Kong Baisang has suddenly become a murderer, and the jailers who are used to being locked in the innermost room feel a little uncomfortable.

Dressed in a wide prison uniform, Kong Baisang sat alone in a pile of straw, dazed.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, Kong Baisang suddenly came back to his senses, looked outside the prison door, it was Zhao Wu'an, dragging a big box in one hand, holding a pot of wine in the other, and shaking it at him.

Kong Baisang was stunned for a long time, opened his mouth, and didn't say anything, just moved a little towards the cell door unconsciously. Zhao Wu'an also understood, didn't say much, directly opened the wine jug, poured a glass with the wine cups of the jailers, and sent it through the door railing.

Kong Baisang trembled and took it with both hands, sniffed lightly, raised his head, and the confusion in his eyes was even worse.

"Drink. Zhao Wuan said.

Kong Baisang drank it all, smashed it and smashed it, and said the first sentence since Zhao Wu'an appeared: "Wine?"

"Of course I invite you to drink, otherwise I can poison you, I am a layman, not a strategist. Zhao Wu'an couldn't cry or laugh.

Kong Baisang smacked his lips again, tasted the previous taste, and nodded: "Good wine." I didn't expect that someone would invite me to drink on this part. ”

"I bought it in the restaurant you often go to, and I heard the shopkeeper say that it is Yuqiongchun, which only sells twenty jars a year. Otoch owes him the money. Zhao Wu'an was not in a hurry, poured another cup and handed it to Kong Baisang.

Kong Baisang drank it all again, and it seemed that he hadn't drunk water for a long time. After drinking this time, he wiped the wine on his beard, his expression was much smarter, and he sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Okay, Zhao Jushi and Antiha are all good people." I, Lao Kong, have lived for so many years in my life, and I still meet more good people than bad people. As he spoke, he took another sip, "It's just Duan Bangcai, a thing that is not as good as a pig and a dog." ”

Zhao Wu'an nodded approvingly: "He has committed suicide, and dying in front of you is not too much of a loss." ”

Kong Baisang sighed, closed his eyes and said, "Old Kong, I don't want to do this kind of thing." I know that harming people's lives is not a glorious thing, but I think about the ladies in my family, and the good wives of the Zhang family, have all been ruined by this beast, and I wish that the entire Qingdi Township was his son! Tell me, this kind of person is not angry? Lao Kong, I won't say anything if I am a cuckold, Duan Bangcai is a bit of a father! After more than ten years of hard work, my son turned his head and quarreled with me, saying that he wanted to go back to the Duan family so that he could share some of the family business. If you can beat it, it's okay, that guy is a seven-grade master, and I haven't gotten close yet, so I'll have to be beaten down!"

Zhao Wu'an was not moved, but nodded in agreement: "I know." I couldn't beat my father, so I had to do it to my son. ”

Kong Baisang stopped speaking and looked away.

Zhao Wu'an smiled, poured another glass of wine, handed it over to the fence, and said, "I want to hear about the green ghost." ”

Kong Baisang took the wine cup, and this time he didn't drink it all, but just took a sip lightly, and said quite angrily: "What's the matter?"

"How did you know him, and how long did he stay under that grave?"

Kong Baisang squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and sighed: "Hey, how can you know, I used to go up the mountain to pick herbs and treat the person at home, but I accidentally didn't step on it and fell down from the mountain." If it hadn't been for the fall on a stone slab, this life would have been gone. I looked down at the time, and I was so deep that I was so scared that I didn't dare to move. Fortunately, the blue-skinned one climbed up in a few moments and rescued me. ”

Zhao Wu'an's expression remained unchanged, but the hatred in his eyes fluctuated obviously: "Let him help you transport the corpse, and then let him carry the black cauldron for you, that's how you treat your life-saving benefactor?"

Kong Baisang opened his mouth and said for a long time: "It's been so many years! If I didn't send him something to eat every once in a while, wouldn't he have starved to death? He drank blood on the mountains all day long, and if he was discovered, he had to be killed as a wild beast! Anyway, he was still alive and shrunk in that tomb that did not see the light of day, and I took him out and let him be reincarnated as soon as possible, so that he would not suffer this hardship again in the next life. I said that you are still a layman, I don't understand this, I have regarded him as a friend for so many years, and he can't help me with this little thing? Besides, he is naturally stupid and can't understand people's words, and he doesn't know what I have done. ”

Zhao Wu'an suddenly smiled coldly, holding the wine cup sent back by Kong Baisang in his hand, and suddenly with force, the wine cup cracked into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

"A person who lives in the ancient tomb all the year round may lose his ability to speak, he may lose his eyesight, but how can he not hear well? When you activate the loud sound of the mechanism, do you think that he can't hear it in other ear chambers?" Zhao Wu'an said word by word, "He just wants to give these teenagers a chance to live, and even does not hesitate to disturb his own clansmen who should be sleeping for a long time." He was able to absorb these potions during his dying and not die, and he hoped to save these young people who were struggling to survive, and although he was abandoned by his people, he was still willing to pay for his sins that did not actually exist, and he was full of respect for every life. Although he is ignorant, he already has a Buddhist bodhicitta mind. And you, but trample on his respect and play with his power. In my opinion, you are not as good as a green-faced and fanged demon. ”

Kong Baisang was stunned, and he had no intention of responding, but he looked at the half pot of wine left in Zhao Wu'an's hand and the broken wine cup on the ground, and licked his lips.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly raised the wine jug and drank heavily. He had obviously not drunk much, and his brow furrowed as soon as he sipped it, but even that didn't stop. Gulping down a pot of wine, Zhao Wu'an slammed the empty flask to the ground, crackling loudly, attracting the jailer at the door to look.

Zhao Wu'an, whose face was crimson, hiccuped and glared at Kong Baisang angrily: "You have become an evil ghost, how can you be qualified to taste this worldly wine again." ”

Leaving a prison of stunned men, he picked up the sword case and left the dungeon.

Walking out of the gate of the county government, An Qing was dressed in formal clothes and was waiting at the door. When he first went down the mountain, Anjia had guaranteed all expenses, and now Zhao Wu'an is going back to the temple, and there are no meals or two on the way. Zhao Wu'an knew that someone would accompany him, but when he saw that it was An Qing, he was still a little surprised.

An Qing stared at him suspiciously: "Why are you so red?

Zhao Wu'an turned his head and walked out of the town without saying a word, the smell of alcohol had already made this fact undeniable.

He walked briskly in front, regardless of whether An Qing followed, and asked lightly, "Do you want to know, what is the green ghost doing in that tomb?"

An Qing replied almost instantly: "Yes!"

Sure enough, at his pace, it was very difficult to get rid of An Qing. Zhao Wu'an smiled faintly and continued: "I should have felt strange from the beginning, what a dungeon, why is the back door built on the ground and become a land temple?"

He asked himself, "The answer is that they originally planned to bury this land temple in the ground. ”

He walked in front of him, and there was a big box between him and An Qingzhong, but fortunately, in Qingdi Township at dusk, there were few pedestrians on the road, so it was very quiet. An Qing heard what he said word for word, and asked very consciously: "How do you bury this? It takes a lot of effort to bury a land temple, right?"

"So, they came up with a good idea. Zhao Wu'an raised his head and looked at the red glow in the west, "They have created a royal liquid that can dissolve stones into sand. They built the tomb and filled it with pottery urns, filled them with this royal liquid, and when someone in the tomb woke up, they broke these urns and let the mighty water dissolve across the mountain. Such a huge mountain fossilized into quicksand, and the entire mass grave - not to mention the entire Qingdi Township, would be buried under the sand. ”

An Qing was stunned and quickly looked around. The familiar green tiles and white walls, the village archway standing in the distance, and the long shadow under the twilight sun, she observed intently, as if the next moment, these things will turn into rolling yellow sand.

"They put the chosen young men of their clan in a much more fragile urn, filled it with green liquid, and waited for a man who had been recognized by their ancestors to wake up, break free from the urn, help them destroy the mountains, help them bury everything, and help them to make a comeback. Probably, one of them woke up eventually, and he didn't know how he survived, maybe because of those cyan liquids, they entered his skin and made his complexion blue. He may have been terrified of such a fate, so he dissolved into a large hole in the back mountain and fled. But I think he eventually came back here, and a lot of things changed at this point. He discovered the mass grave, and then he discovered Qingdi Township. He was reluctant to destroy such beauty, and he was also very worried about the potential danger in the ancient tomb. So he stayed there and drove away all outsiders, but he didn't have any intention of killing them, he just didn't want them to accidentally destroy the pottery urn and destroy the entire Qingdi Township. ”

In the twilight of the day, Zhao Wu'an's bright eyes seemed to be lit up, and he looked at An Qing softly: "Actually, the green ghost is the patron saint of all of you." He has almost reverence for life to the point of piety. did not hesitate to break the sleeping pottery urn of the clan to help Kong Baisang, because Su Qinghe stepped on the crushing pottery urn and shot at him, all because of this reason. If it weren't for him, maybe Qingdi Township would have been buried by the yellow sand for an unknown amount of time. ”

The sunset was like blood, and it also ignited An Qing's eyes, An Qing stood in front of the archway in Qingdi Township in a daze, and a drop of crystal fell in her golden eyes.

Zhao Wu'an walked forward leisurely.

A green shirt is holding a sword, waiting under the weeping willows in the township, and a donkey next to him is gnawing grass. The spring breeze is getting warmer, and the catkins are swaying, and there is also a trace of sadness in Su Qinghe's eyes.

Zhao Wu'an stepped forward, patted the little donkey's back, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few days, I thought you were eaten by the people of the county government." ”

The little donkey raised his head and barked happily. Su Qinghe turned to Zhao Wu'an and said softly, "I've read "Magpie Treading Branches". ”

Zhao Wu'an was not forgiving at all: "You should read more books." ”

Anger rose in Su Qinghe's eyes, but he was quickly forced to suppress it and looked away: "What do you want to tell me when the independent Xiaoqiao is full of wind, and the people of Pinglin Crescent are back?"

Zhao Wu'an said lightly: "Under the city of Lanzhou, 300,000 soldiers and civilians of the Great Song Dynasty worked together to kill Xiongliao with one arrow. Since the signing of the Covenant, there has been no war between the two dynasties for more than 20 years. Your grandfather's wish is not unfulfilled, it is just a different way, just like Xie Hui's reinforcements, long overdue, but not too late. ”

Under the afterglow of the sunset, Su Qinghe was silent for a long time and said in a low voice: "But there are more people who die for it." ”

"No matter where you stand, there's a wind in your sleeves, and you can't avoid it. Zhao Wu'an gently led the donkey, "No matter which choice you make, whether you retreat or release your suspicions, the old man is still there." ”

Su Qinghe was slightly stunned.

Su Changdi has not seen Hui again for 20 years. Protected by several brothers who shared honor and disgrace, he was forced to leave the front line and leave the sixteen states of Youyun that he dreamed of. The oath of living and dying together was finally abandoned by Su Changdi himself. He didn't forgive Hui, but he couldn't forgive himself.

In order to fulfill his grandfather's wish for beautiful mountains and rivers, Su Qinghe has been in officialdom for several years, left and right, but he doesn't even have a friend who can tell the truth. For the sake of his family and country, his grandfather would rather break off relations with life and death, and for him Su Qinghe, it is not a different kind of luxury.

Zhao Wu'an had already walked away, and waved his hand from afar: "Goodbye, Su Yanshi." If you are destined to meet again, you can take the magpie stepping branch. ”

At dusk on this day, Su Qinghe, the chief secretary of the Huaixi Road Economic Division, detained the murderer and left Qingdi Township. Also at dusk on this day, Zhao Wu'an, a white-clothed layman, rode a donkey and left Qingdi Township.