The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 386 Strange!dream?
The ancient pine swayed, and the sunlight passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves and sprinkled mottled falls on the ground and the chess table.

Light dust flying.

When there was a soft sound of falling, Geng Qing walked down the stone steps of the side hall, crossed an old pine in front, and saw four young handsome scholars doing their own favorite things, and didn't care about Geng Qing's appearance at all.

"My Geng Qing, I am honored to meet four of you."

Reaching out to not hit the smiling face, Geng Qing was polite and polite, but the smile on his face didn't last long, and the fourth scholar over there didn't seem to hear it, and was still doing his own thing.

"Four?" Geng Qing asked again tentatively, the scholar holding the book over there looked at the scroll and shook his head.

"Everyone who opens their mouths will lie, but if they keep silent, there is something wrong with their hearts."

"No and no." Nearby, the scholar who had fallen to the chessboard leaned over and murmured, "There is still hope for evil, but I'm afraid that if I make a wrong move, I won't be able to turn back."

Among the other two, the scholar holding the umbrella suddenly got up and opened the paper umbrella, holding one hand, walked past the old pine with a resentful expression, and sighed melancholy: "It's hard, hard, hard."

The last person played with the palm squirrel, teased the soft belly, and laughed: "It's fine to change it."

The words of the four people were confusing, making Geng Qing's brows furrowed, he raised his feet two steps forward, and arched his hands again.

"Four, I am right in front of you, can you talk to me?"

After the voice fell, the place below the old pine suddenly became quiet, and the four scholars all turned their faces, gathered together, and said in unison: "We are talking to you!"

The four of them swept away their wide sleeves, looked at Geng Qing in front of them, shook their heads and sat back on the stone table with a sigh.

Geng Qing was even more puzzled, "You four, I came here recklessly, can you tell me where this is and who is enshrined in the temple?"

Fourth scholar, you look at me, I look at you, one of them turned around and pointed to the main hall over there.

"True Lord Lingxian, isn't it written, just read it yourself."

The other three came over, muttering and talking.

"This man is an idiot." "A gentleman should not talk about the right and wrong of others!" "I can't even hear the truth in what I said, alas, there is no cure!"

After muttering for a while, the four of them sat up straight respectively, looked at Geng Qing solemnly, sighed together, shook their heads and raised their sleeves, and the old pine suddenly made a rattling sound.

Geng Qing felt a gust of wind hit his face, making him unable to open his eyes, and his body seemed to fly lightly.

When he opened his eyes, he was already outside the palace hall.

"Damn it, you just blow me out with some muddle-headed words? No, this mother is a god, right?"

Geng Qing was aware of the problem, and just about to lift his foot to the stone steps, he took it back, and suddenly remembered that he had heard a story about a woodcutter who met two old men playing chess in the mountains. For decades.

'Leave now! '

After all, there are so many wives, mothers and children in the family, and Geng Qing couldn't let go of these things. He immediately turned around and went into the hall behind him. He walked all the way until he crossed the threshold, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

and many more!

Geng Qing turned around suddenly, and saw that in the empty hall before, there were four statues standing on the left and right altars, with handsome and serious faces, some laughing and funny, holding a sword, a green umbrella, or holding a squirrel in the palm of their hands.

Seeing this scene, Geng Qing's hairs stood on end, isn't this the same as the four scholars just now?
Hastily clasped his palms together and bowed, turned around and walked out, just as he reached the stone steps, his steps stopped again.

Isn't the Hall of Heavenly Kings exactly the Four Heavenly Kings?

"Remember, it seems to be the magic ritual green magic ritual"

The moment he murmured, Geng Qing suddenly heard a sound: "Wrong!" He came back to his senses, his eyes blurred, and in the open palace door opposite, the four clay sculptures seemed to move, and slowly turned their heads.

There are different voices overlapping.

"There are four of us, Wang Feng, Ma Liu, Zhang Ti, and Zhao Tang!"

The sound was like a bronze bell falling heavily, and the heavy palace door was in front of the sight, dragging a thick layer of dust without wind, and hit it with a bang.

when~~
As if the twilight bell was echoing in the ears, the buildings in Geng Qing's field of vision became farther and farther away in the sound of the bell, the mountain gates, forests and fields, and the caves also retreated rapidly, until the moment when it was difficult for the sight to follow.

Geng Qing yelled "Ah!", opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

The surroundings are still in front of the tomb of his father Geng Youxi, but the time has come to sunset, and the setting sun is shining down through the dense branches and leaves.

Listening to the birds chirping in the forest, Geng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up while supporting his father's tombstone, raised his hands and brushed his sleeves, and looked slightly sideways at the group of people coming from the small building.

"I just had a dream, no fuss, all back down!"

Swinging away the guards, Jiuyu, Dou Wei and others who came after hearing the sound, Geng Qing calmed down, looked at the empty feet and the bushes in front of him, but felt quite lost in his heart.

The red fox has never appeared before, let alone become a spirit.

He used to scrape through the bushes, but there was no path at all, and even if he forced his way through, there was no small hole in front of the mountain.

’ What a daydream. '

Touching the cold mountain rocks and sighing, Geng Qing finally gave up looking for the dreamed place.

"Father, you think it's really hard to be a human being. I accidentally fell asleep and dreamed of being a fairy. I must have wanted to do something too much." Geng Qing touched his father's tombstone with a smile, and the smile on his face suddenly froze. The memory just now was fixed on the old Matsushita's four scholars and the words that the other party was talking to himself.

Everyone who opens their mouths must lie, and if they keep silent, they are guilty of evil.

There is still salvation for those who harbor evil intentions, but they are afraid that if they take a wrong step, it will be hard to turn back.

Difficult Difficult.
It can be changed.

Hearts die hard?

When attacking Khitan, could it be that this is trying to persuade me?
Geng Qing couldn't think of this question for a while, and went back to the courtyard of the small building over there, and quietly recruited Jiuyu.

"How long did I sleep, and what happened in the middle?"

Jiuyu looked at him suspiciously.

"What's the matter? You left alone, and we followed from afar, watching you sleep in front of your father's grave, that's all."

"...That's nothing, it might really be a dream."

Geng Qing hoped it wasn't a dream, let alone the Four Heavenly Kings, if the red fox was alive, it would be good to some extent.He raised his eyes. In the former courtyard, the little red fox seemed to be happily playing with stones in the courtyard, showing off in front of him.

More than ten years have passed, and the courtyard is full of yellow leaves, so there are no foxes left.

After taking a last look at the small courtyard, Geng Qing had dinner at the third grandpa's house, chatted about some trivial daily routines in and out of the village, declined the old man's kindness to let him stay overnight, left the village entrance, looked back and came to live in this world The village, hand bowed down.

After a while, he got on his horse and said in a low voice, "Let's go!"

In the hoarse words, Geng Qing's words suddenly stopped, and his eyes stopped half an inch above the cuffs, with a faint trace of light red.

"Dazhu, what's the matter?" Jiuyu turned his horse's head and asked.

"It's nothing." The corners of Geng Qing's mouth curved slightly, carefully twisted up the light red stick, put it in a pouch and sealed it, then turned around, with a wider smile on his face, looking at the torches lit by the cavalry and infantry.

"Let's go, it's time to do our business. Don't keep Yelu Abaoji waiting!"

(End of this chapter)