Chapter 32: Rebirth (2)

In the room, He Shuzhen was stunned. After a long time, she remembered to ask, "Master Zhou, what is this?" Zhou Liangkun stroked Silk Sword with a strange smile on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Shuzhen, this is an object that concerns the life and death of many people in this dynasty. It is called the 'life and death book'." Outside the room, Zhou Jingyuan felt her heart beating wildly when she heard it, and finally suppressed her exclamation.

"Book of Life and Death?" He Shuzhen was afraid and suspicious, and murmured. Zhou Liangkun finally raised his head from the silk silk and said word by word: "Yes.Book of Life and Death, some people want to get it at all costs. In fact, I know best that it is called restless day and night, and life is worse than death! Now my Zhou Liangkun's life is all about it. If you lose it, you will die; if you keep it, you may have a glimmer of life. Therefore, Shuzhen, I want to hide it in the best place. Do you know where it is?"

"Me?!" He Shuzhen was stunned. She finally understood what Zhou Liangkun wanted to do by herself, but... Oh my God, the sudden fear in He Shuzhen's heart almost suffocated her. She shook several times before she stabilized her body and said weakly: "Mr. Zhou, it takes a day and a night to do this. Should I do it in your study?" Zhou Liangkun became confident at this moment: "I have planned this a long time ago. Shuzhen, there is a dark room behind this study. I will put you in and do your work immediately. It is absolutely safe to lock you in. I will check it in person every once in a while and give you some food and water. When you finish, I will let you out."

He Shuzhen was silent, and the study room was silent. Zhou Jingyuan stood outside the window, as if she could hear the heartbeats of the two people in the room. After a long time, the old woman gently stroked her drooping white hair, smiled sadly, and asked: "Master Zhou, can you... really trust Shuzhen so much?" Zhou Liangkun was stunned, walked over and put his hand on He Shuzhen's shoulder: "Shuzhen, of course you and I can trust. Don't worry, once the life and death book is hidden, I will still rely on you when I see Tian Ri again in the future."

Zhou Liangkun and He Shuzhen entered the dark room behind the study. Zhou Jingyuan quietly left the window and hurried out to the yard. Her mind went blank. She somehow walked back to the boudoir, then she fell on the brocade quilt and let tears flow freely.

July 15th, Menglan Basin Festival.

From the early morning, the streets and alleys of Luoyang were already very lively. Just after the hour of Mao, Di Renjie entered the palace to attend the Menglan Basin Association, which was personally presided over by the emperor. This rule has been popular in this dynasty since the first year of the Taizong Dali period. Every year, the Menglan Basin Association has set up an inner temple in the palace. Huge banners are written on the throne of the emperor below Emperor Gaozu, and hundreds of officials welcomed them into the inner world with the sound of Buddhist music. The Menglan Basin in front of the hall is even more colorful, with wax flowers and fruit trees all around it, which is extraordinary.

Di Chun held Han Bin's small hand and was walking along Luoshui towards Tianjin Bridge. Han Bin's left hand held the reins, and the little god horse "Yanfeng" was also accompanying him. Before leaving, Di Chun persuaded Han Bin not to bring "Yanfeng". Because today, all the main streets and alleys in Luoyang will have monk seats and Shigutai. In front of the Buddhist temples, Menglan basins and flourishingly decorated flowers and trees will be enshrined, and the officials even set up incense tables every hundred steps on the street along Luoshui.

The surname is Bushi fresh fruits and pastries, so even the shop closed on that day and gave the streets to ghosts. Di Chun spent a lot of time, hoping that Han Bin would understand that the streets were crowded today, and it was impossible to ride a horse. Taking "Yanfeng" with him is also a burden, but Han Bin's temper is now very stubborn and he ignored Di Chun's tricks. Di Chun had no choice but to feel sorry for this lonely child, so he had to let him take "Yanfeng" out together, but he was not allowed to ride.

Just like this, the two of them were walking and watching. At first, Han Bin was still depressed, but in the end, the child's heart was gradually attracted by the bustling city scenery in front of him. His eyes were full of vitality and his face became much more sad. Di Chun saw it and felt pity and joy in his heart. After swimming through several large temples, he bought Han Bin the lotus lanterns to be put on tonight. Surrounded by the crowd, they came to the south bank of Luoshui, on the west side of Tianjin Bridge, and a pleasant ringtone sounded in his ears. Looking up, a six-story brick and stone pagoda stood in front of him. Di Chun scratched his head and said, "Oh, this is all at Tianjue Temple. Bin'er, that tower is called Tianyin Tower, but it has fallen to death."

Han Bin blinked curiously and dragged Di Chun towards Tianjue Temple without saying a word. Today, the Dharma Assembly in front of Tianjue Temple is even more important than it is. The high-rise Shigutai is stacked up, several feet long. On the Shigutai, there are all pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, geese and various pastries, fruits and melons and fruits, and there are still a large number of people lined up to deliver the donated food. The monks in the robes put red, blue, and green triangular paper flags on each sacrifice in turn. The whole Shigutai was dressed in colorful clothes.

The two were watching it with great enthusiasm, and there was another gong and drum in their ears. Then they found that there was a temporary stage in the open space facing Shi Gutai. The drama "Mulian saved his mother" had just started. On the stage, the agile young actor "Mulian" made a comeback. As soon as he appeared, he won the cheers of everyone. The audience gathered more and more, and soon squeezed the stage into a mess. Han Bin led the "Yanfeng" and couldn't get through, so he had to stand on "Yanfeng" with his support and stretched his neck to look away.

The play was about to enter the **, and the Buddha guided "Mulian". From now on, we should set up a Menglan basin to worship monks from all directions so that we can help our mother to clear her sins and escape from the sea of ​​suffering. "Mulian" was so grateful that after a few wonderful singing sessions, he pointed at Shi Gutai opposite and shouted loudly: "Grab the orphan!"

It was as if at the call, the people watching the fun rushed towards Shi Gutai, and several strong young men broke out and crawled onto Shi Gutai in a hurry. Han Bin saw it interestingly and laughed. Di Chun was also very happy and explained loudly: "This is to scare away the lonely ghosts, afraid that they will linger in the world and refuse to go back to the underworld. Oh, whoever grabs the red big-faced fruit on the top can ask Master Le Chen of Tianjue Temple to perform rituals for his deceased relatives is a great merit!"

As he was speaking, more and more people were swaying on Shi Gutai, and the entire platform began to sway left and right, and it was about to shake. The young actor "Mulian" on the opposite stage who announced the start of the robbery was always watching the game with his hands crossed with interest. At this time, he saw that the red-faced fruit on the top was about to fall, and suddenly pulled out a hard bow from his side and shot it. The arrow flew over everyone's heads with a whistle and inserted it firmly on the red-faced fruit. The young actor shouted: "It's mine!" and jumped off the stage.

His body had a grand and free spirit. Everyone unconsciously obeyed the orders and moved out of the way. Xiaosheng came to Shigu's platform in a few steps. Shigu's platform was about to fall. The red face fruit fell from the top. Xiaosheng stood steadily, waiting for the bag to take the object, but he never expected Cheng Yaojin to kill halfway. A fiery red horse ran over the path that was just taken apart by everyone. Xiaosheng suddenly felt dazzled. When he looked at it again, the boy had already grasped the falling face fruit firmly in his hand and rushed towards the south of Tianjin Bridge.

"Hey!" the little boy stomped his feet angrily and shouted, "Where is my horse?!" "Prince, here!" Immediately, someone led a majestic BMW horse. The young man turned over and chased the horse, followed the little red horse in front of him, and suddenly disappeared. In front of Tianjue Temple, Di Chun was sweating profusely in the chaotic crowd, shouting desperately: "Bin'er, Bin'er, come back quickly!" His screams were immediately completely submerged by the noise around him.

On the same day, in Tingzhou, thick fog rose from the foot of Tianshan Mountain in the south from the morning, and it still lasted for a long time until afternoon. Gradually, a thick layer of haze was covered with the entire Tingzhou. The surroundings became extremely stuffy and turbid air accumulated. Even the figure could not be seen clearly from five steps away. Such a cloudy and weird weather was unique in Tingzhou in midsummer, and it was really worthy of the "Ghost Festival".

As Pei Suyun said, Tingzhou is located in the northwestern border, and Buddhism is not prosperous, so there is no custom of the Menglan Basin Festival. Although there is also the saying of "Ghost Festival" on July 15, the people just burn some paper money at home and give some offerings to the ancestors' tablets. The only few Buddhist temples in Tingzhou are sparsely incense, and they cannot do large-scale Menglan Basin Festival, which means doing rituals and placing some sacrifices in the temple.

However, today, on the afternoon of the Menglan Basin Festival, a large number of Tingzhou people unexpectedly gathered in the largest shaman temple in Tingzhou City. The thick fog poured into the temple through the open gilded gate and spread around them. On the top of the high-built altar, the huge golden five-star talisman appeared and disappeared after the white thick fog. In the eyes of these people who believed in the shamanism in the past, this brilliant pure gold five-star lost its mysterious and superb power for the first time, and replaced it with indescribable darkness and depression.

These people with sad and angry expressions and haggard faces, including beggars, men and women, are all focused on listening to the speech of a yellow-robed monk in front of the altar. The tears on their faces have not dried up, and the pain of the scorching ones is like a sharp blade tearing their hearts, but now all their attention is attracted by the yellow-robed man. They no longer care about grief, because the desire for revenge has burned all their body and mind, hatred, the huge hatred that has never been before, needs a target to vent!

They are all the people who have lost their children in Tingzhou City in recent days. The search for them for many days has no results. The Tingzhou government has shirked responsibility and refused to take responsibility, which has long made these people anxious. In addition, there are rumors in the market that the children were deceived by monsters and sacrificed their sacrifices. Such a terrifying statement made these people extremely frightened, but they had no choice. They lived like the New Year until this morning. The people who were almost unable to sleep all night were stunned by the scene at the door just as they opened their doors!

The children who had been lost for many days were lying on the ground at the door. They couldn't see clearly under the cover of thick fog. They shouted and rushed over to pick up the child. Only then did they find that the child's face was as pale as paper, with slender eyelashes hanging down, and their bright little lips were pursed, but there was no trace of blood. The adults' hearts suddenly became cold, and they felt that the little body in their arms was surprisingly light, untied the strange clothes wrapped around the child. They finally saw in grief that the child who was still alive when they left home had shed all his blood and became a mummy!

The women cried and cried until they fainted. The men opened their blood-red eyes, gritted their teeth, and were filled with sorrow and anger. When they found the five-star talisman drawn on the ground under the child's body, they were even more shocked! The people of Tingzhou were very familiar with the sacred symbols of this shaman. Could it be that all these terrifying, cruel, and outrageous crimes were really the shamanism they believed in for many years?!

Soon, someone connected among the people who had lost their children, saying that the truth about the children being killed must be found in the largest shaman temple in the city. People who were already blinded by grief and hatred gathered together without saying a word, clenched their fists in tears, and rushed to the temple one after another. Sure enough, someone was already waiting here.

If it is normal, people with a little rationality will think that the whole thing is too strange. When the man in the yellow robe stood in front of the altar and sweared by Pei Suyun as the culprit of this series of child murders, if someone stood up and asked how the man in the yellow robe discovered this secret; why did Pei Suyun send their bodies back to the door of his home after he scattered all the blood of the children and even drew a divine talisman pattern that exposed his identity? It is difficult for the man in the yellow robe to justify these problems.

However, although the whole process was planned with many flaws, the people behind the scenes firmly grasped the pain of the lost people. At this moment, people did not need any strict and reasonable explanation. All they wanted was a statement, a vent of grief, and a target of revenge! So in this shaman temple, facing the gathered people, the monk wearing yellow cassocks claimed to be the abbot of the "Dayun Temple" in the south of the city. During the recent practice and divination, they found that Tingzhou City was controlled by evil forces, and someone was exercising the most vicious and cruel witchcraft with the purpose of resurrection. He told everyone that according to his calculations, Pei Suyun was the host of this witchcraft. The reason why she did this was to bring her husband who had disappeared in Shatuoshi a while ago back to life!

"It's true!" Someone in the crowd jumped out and agreed. In the past two days, residents near the Pei family did find that the Pei family's maid A Yue'er was busy and poured several pots of blood into the river outside the house every day. A young Turkic man who came out of nowhere ran in and out to buy medicinal materials, cloth and other items from the market; Prince Wuzhile, who was Tuqishi, would come to the Pei family's courtyard for a while every afternoon, looking worried. All signs indicate that the Pei family must have hidden a seriously ill person, most of whom was the husband who Pei Suyun saved through witchcraft!

The man in the yellow robe saw the crowd's affection becoming more and more angry, with wrinkles on his shriveled face deeper and denser. His pair of sinister eyes emitted a fierce light. He raised his voice and said, "Everyone, Pei Suyun was able to make your child die of bloodletting in order to make her husband come back to life. His methods were so vicious that it was simply inhumane! Everyone, do you think you should ask her for justice?!" "You!" Everyone shouted in unison, his eyes were about to break. The man in the yellow robe said, "This Pei Suyun is a shaman witch. There are some magics. We have to fight with her, and we must be fully prepared and not be reckless!"

"This..." Everyone hesitated for a moment, and someone shouted, "Master, let's follow your order. Whatever you ask us to do, we will do!" The man in the yellow robe sneered and asked, "It's okay for me to lead the way, but are you afraid?" Everyone was sad: "Our child died so miserably, it's just that he had cut off our hearts. We are not afraid of anything. As long as we can take revenge, we will die with the witch, and we will admit it!" The man in the yellow robe nodded: "Well, that's true. According to my calculations, although the witch's mistress survived, the situation is still very serious. In order to make him completely improve, Pei Suyun may have to use more magic tricks to kill more children. Therefore, even if it's not for yourself and for the other people in Tingzhou, she must not let her act like this and harm the innocent again!"

A few words stirred up the fire of revenge from the peak. Everyone rushed out of the temple gate without any hesitation. The man in the yellow robe hurriedly stopped everyone, saying that it was not yet time, and the witch had magic. She had to be captured and killed in the dark, burned with fire to stenuse her lifeline, causing her to completely lose her magic power and be punished obediently!

The thick fog covering Tingzhou City became thicker and richer as the night fell. The entire city was suffocated by the deep black haze. Just after Xu, there was no finger outside. A Yueer opened the courtyard door worriedly and reached out to pick up the large pottery jar held by A Wei. A Wei smiled at her and shook his head, and easily carried the pottery jar into the house and placed it on the table. A Yueer's face turned slightly red. Since A Wei came, he took over the job of getting iced yogurt every evening, which made A Yueer feel a little embarrassed.

Awei walked to the couch and looked at it, whispering: "Yidu Gan, before I come here, the princess will take care of me and go back to the Ganmen Palace once after dinner today, and the prince has no time to come here today. I want to inform the situation here, he is thinking about it." Pei Suyun smiled and nodded at him: "Well, go. The weather is not good, be careful."
Chapter completed!