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Chapter 535: The wanderer returns south, and the Buddha’s head arrives in Xun (please vote for me!)

"Your tuberculosis seems to be getting better."

"This is not tuberculosis, this is a northern disease. The further you go south, the better it will be. I am a southerner and should not have stayed in the north."

"It's just that the wind and sand in the north are dry, and there is no moisture and moisture in the south. The former will aggravate your tuberculosis. However, you are still from the south? Why do you speak with such a good Jingzhao accent?"

"When I was young, I always felt that everything in Chang'an and Luoyang was good, and I wanted to learn everything, elegant accents, magnificent music, elegant clothes...

"Even the stench from the sewers in Yanzuofang, the poorest town in Chang'an, is sweet. It's ten thousand times better than the golden osmanthus at the entrance of my hometown."

"Oh, isn't that what it is?"

"Maybe...cough cough cough cough."

The old and vicissitudes of life voice broke out into a violent cough mid-sentence.

Another sharp voice belonging to an old woman paused and snorted coldly:
"Get in the ship and don't stand outside. If you get wet in the rain again, your tuberculosis will get worse. Do you want to die?"

"I am a southerner, born and raised, why don't you die in the rainy mud of the south of the Yangtze River? Birds nostalgic for the old forest, fish in the pond miss the old abyss, the ancient famous scholar Tao Yuanming also deeply understood this sentiment, Miss Song Dynasty, this is Let dust return to dust."

After a pause, the old woman's voice continued coldly:

At this moment, the old woman holding the lamp was staring at people with her white eyes, looking a little scary in the middle of the night.

The bun is high and fixed with only a simple jade hairpin. It is similar to the hairstyles of female officials such as Rong Zhen and Miaozhen, but a few strands of white silk inadvertently slipped from the temples, adding a sense of vicissitudes of life.

The short and thin old man was wearing a white musician's robe. Other than that, he was ordinary and had no special features.

"Yeah, it's rare to be so confused now."

"The former governor of Jiangzhou, Ouyang Lianghan, was the man who dared to reject the imperial edict and contradict His Majesty."

The old and vicissitudes of life man's voice was somewhat reminiscing, and then there was the sound of palms tapping his knees, and he whispered:

"Then why are you coming back? Everyone in your family must be dead. Is there anyone who knows you at the entrance of the village?"

"It doesn't matter where you die from now on. Leave the music behind. This is Si Tianjian's only request to you. It is also the bottom line of His Majesty's acquiescence in letting you out of the palace. It cannot be violated."

"It's okay. The rain in the south is soft and soft. It won't hurt anyone, not the returning wanderer. Haha, I like this rain in the south. It's like a Jiaofang song, Poppy? I almost forgot the name..."

The white-haired old woman known as "Little Song Girl" was sitting alone in the boat shed, holding a candle in one hand and staring directly at the former's rickety back.

"At that time, during the reign of Emperor Gaozong of the previous dynasty, the two saints came to the court, the frontier soldiers were far away and the country's prestige was exaggerated, the territory of Daqian was surprisingly vast, and all the nations came to court, and Chang'an and Luoyang also gathered the music of all nations.

"You should know everything about what happened next, Miss Song. You have lived in such a muddle until now."

"You are not allowed to die now.

But for the white-haired old woman inside the boat, the orange light of the candlelight hit her face with a cone-like chin, illuminating a pair of deep sunken eyes full of whites.

It was raining at night.

The old woman with white eyes did not answer, turned her head, and rolled her eyes as if to glance at the half-moon reflected in the river.

At the tip of the twin peaks, a small boat was swinging along a tributary of the Xunshui River.

Although it was overcast and rainy, there was still a half-moon peeking out from behind the dark clouds in the sky, seemingly curiously observing the world below.

"I admire it with all my heart. When I was sixty years younger than I am now, I embarked on this idle business, traveled all the way north, collecting vulgar ballads from the countryside, and finally arrived at Chang'an in my dreams...

"For most of my life... I was born in a small village on the hillside of Lingnan Road with only 30 or 40 households. Every April, the peach blossoms at the entrance of the village bloom slowly.

It seems that the former surnamed Yu walked out of the eaves of the boat shed and stood on the bow of the boat, his head soaked by the night rain. He looked at the Xunyang River in the distance with his hands behind his back. While he was talking, he looked at an unfinished Buddha on the north bank of the twin peaks.

The old musician was not afraid. He pointed to the other side and asked, "Who built this open-air Buddha?"

The old coughing voice just now was silent for the time being.

"The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the tents were dark with red candles... The man in the middle of the palace listened to the rain, the walls were high and the clouds were low, and the broken geese were calling the west wind... Now I am listening to the rain on the boat, and there are stars on the temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless... In front of the eaves, dripping until dawn..."

"I don't know. I can't say that the whole village is gone, but the peach blossoms should still be there. If I go back now, I don't know if I can still see the peach blossoms in April. They bloom late, so I can wait for me."

"Why has the work been stopped? The repairs are pretty good, isn't it? The feng shui of this place is also good. He must have dug this river as well."

The old woman was dressed in a palace dress made of dark purple and gold, with complex and simple patterns of clouds and cranes embroidered on the skirt, revealing the solemnity and majesty accumulated over the years.

"It's rare to be confused."

"You have no joke."

"As far as Lingnan, even with this old bone, I am not afraid of dying on the road."

There were only two figures on the bumpy boat:
A short, skinny old man, and a white-haired old woman.

"If you surnamed Yu keeps screaming again, I'll tear your mouth off."

The old musician who went all the way south sighed:
"Miss Song, do you think you can keep your word when you approach Old Man this time? After this trip, let Old Man leave and stop pursuing him."

With her weathered hands, she holds a lamp in one hand and a string of agarwood beads in the other. While talking to the old musician, she turns the beads from time to time.

"Haha, I'm one year older than you, why can't I call you Miss Song? When I first entered the palace as a musician, you were still a slim little lady who held the lamp. After so many years, why are you still competing with each other? ”

The old musician looked curious.

"Shut up."

"My father was a mediocre carpenter in the village. When he was thirteen, he gave Lao Chan a small xylophone. It was just a simple one-string instrument. But Lao Chan still remembers the mellow strings when he first heard it, so he can no longer work as a carpenter.

"How long has it been since you came to Jiangnan?"

"I'm afraid that Jun Yan is not as simple as he understands."

The old woman with white eyes said calmly: "Be bold."

The old musician sighed: "The old Taoist priest named Wu was very smart back then. When Emperor Gaozong died, he immediately left the palace and left the palace to stay away from the disputes. Now it seems that he is still smart. He must have been extremely afraid of today's saints early on."

"He is so brave that he calls himself a painting saint. How about trying to imitate him and call himself a music saint?"

"That's true, after all, he is not as capable as he is."

"It's not about your ability, it's about your cowardice. Haha, this actually saved your life. It's just that I don't understand, what's the point of leaving? When the Second Saint came to court, you came one by one, hoping to get a share of that high-spirited spirit. Although there was a turbulent period later, there is still a saint here. The current Zhou Dynasty is also prosperous and prosperous! "

"Changing the Qian Dynasty to the Zhou Dynasty, moving the capital to Luoyang, the emperor's heir has not yet been decided, the struggle over the country's origins, the rebellion in the southwest, the enemy harassment in the north, the construction of the Giant Buddha... After all, things are not the same as before."

The old musician sighed, and the next second he felt the surrounding rain curtain gradually solidify. While the white eyes of an old woman behind him had not completely turned purple, he immediately added:
"Haha, I heard people joking and joking. I think everything has been the same for the past ten years... Well, anyway, the saints all love to listen to the music of Lao Chen. This is nothing but good. The emperor's grace is so great."

"It's good to know. Saint Longen, Yu, what do you want in return? You still want to sneak away, huh."

The old musician smiled and said nothing.

At this time.

The flat boat the two of them were riding in docked.

"Let's go." The white-eyed old woman held a lantern in her hand, got off the boat first, and boarded the pier.

The old musician stood up silently, straightened his clothes, and followed her.

It was midnight, but the two old men were not afraid of the dangers of traveling in the dark.

What's even more strange is that the palace lantern in the hand of the white-eyed old woman walking in the front did not go out at all in the rain.

Even... this candle flame is like a shadow, and the raindrops pass through it without moving at all.

As soon as the two landed ashore, a long-awaited group of people wearing bamboo hats and raincoats quickly came forward to greet them at the pier on the south bank with the twin peaks.

At the front of the crowd, there was a figure of a fat young man. He was not wearing a bamboo hat or a raincoat. He didn't care that his whole body was soaked by the drizzle. He was the first to step forward to greet them.

"teacher!"

The tone was respectful and exciting.

It's Lin Cheng.

I saw him bowing his hands respectfully towards the old woman with white eyes.

Behind Lin Cheng, Wei Shaoqi, Wang Lengran and other people wearing bamboo hats and raincoats also saluted.

"Long time no see, Grandma Song."

"I respectfully welcome Deputy Superintendent Song Zheng."

The old woman with white eyes nodded gently, ignored the disciple for the moment, looked around, and her eyes fell on the lone figure of a girl in palace clothes behind the crowd.

Rong Zhen, who was originally motionless, had no choice but to step forward and clasped his fists to deal with:
"Senior Song, you have worked hard all the way."

A smile appeared on the pale-eyed old woman's paralyzed face, which had not changed for thousands of years. She glanced at Lin Cheng again and asked:

"Thank you for your hard work this time, Rong. How about Cheng'er? Did you cooperate with you well in Xunyang City?"

Rong Zhen didn't answer, didn't look at Lin Cheng, and turned around to greet the old musician:
"I haven't seen you for a long time, old gentleman. I thought I would never see you again after you left the palace."

"Hey, wasn't it still captured by Miss Song?"

The old musician chuckled and waved his hand,

Although he was obviously embarrassed, he looked optimistic. He didn't look like he was being supervised and escorted to Jiangnan by the white-eyed old woman.

Seeing Rong Zhen's reaction, the old woman rolled her eyes at her disciple, and then replied angrily:

"It's you who is the coward.

"You've already left the palace, but you still stay in Luoyang City. Are you so afraid of His Majesty? Are you afraid that you won't be able to quibble if you are caught if you go too far?
"Oh, aren't you just waiting for me to come to your door? I'm not ashamed at all to say that."

Under the strange gazes of the juniors, the old musician looked as usual, as if he was not talking about his cowardice.

"Didn't I keep a student in the palace? He has talent, and with his piano skills, he has a chance to surpass the old one." He sighed.

"died."

The old woman with white eyes replied calmly: "Your Majesty doesn't like it if I'm not as sensible as you."

After a pause, she said in a meaningful tone: "If His Majesty doesn't like it, it will be useless no matter how talented you are."

The old musician sighed again, and after a while, he said something somewhat incomprehensible:
"Well, I hope your Majesty will like this Rong Nu Shi."

The old woman rolled her eyes and said with a straight face: "Of course Your Majesty likes Rong Yatou, and besides, Rong Yatou is also sensible, so you don't have to worry about it."

"it is good."

The old musician smiled.

After a while, while Grandma Song was reminiscing and discussing with everyone, the old musician broke away from the crowd and walked to one side alone, looking at the lights of Xunyang City in the hazy fog in the distance.

He suddenly turned around and asked the cold girl beside him in palace attire an incomprehensible question:

"I heard that there is a pipa master in the most famous Xunyang Tower in Xunyang City. I wonder if Rong Nu Shi has heard her pipa playing?"

Rong Zhen was slightly startled and shook his head.

"No."

Wei Shaoqi and Wang Lengran, who were listening around, couldn't help frowning. They didn't understand why this old musician with a vague and aloof status would ask such a trivial matter.

Aunt Song, Rong Zhen, Lin Cheng and others did not change their expressions, they were used to it.

Rong Zhen hesitated for a moment and said softly: "But I know a colleague with whom I have a good relationship. He should have heard of it. He has recently been obsessed with poetry and music, and he has done some research..."

"Anyone who can understand and appreciate pipa must not be a common person. Well, let me introduce you to it later... When I come to Xunyang this time, I have to see the pipa by the Xunyang River."

The old musician said with a smile, Rong Zhen nodded seriously.

"My surname is Yu, don't forget the mission of this trip. You are the one who knows the most about the sword wielder in the palace. This time you must catch all the bugs in Xunyang City."

Aunt Song snorted coldly.

The old musician didn't know whether he heard it or not. He stretched his neck and looked at the misty lights of Xunyang City in the distance.

Mother Song turned her head and looked at her disciple, and suddenly said loudly:

"Cheng'er, along the way, I heard many people scolding you and praising Ouyang Lianghan, but I feel that you are the good one, Cheng'er, because you really share His Majesty's worries."

Nanny Song threw the Buddhist beads forward and fell into Lin Cheng's arms.

The latter was stunned and looked down at the beads.

Nanny Song's voice was a bit shrill: "Take it, your Majesty will reward you, but you can kill it once."

Lin Cheng tried his best to suppress his ecstatic expression, faced north and made a pilgrimage, kowtowing again and again:
"Thank you Lord for your kindness, I have nothing to repay..."

Everyone looked sideways.

Wang Lengran rubbed his hands and came forward, and asked with a trembling voice:

"Deputy Supervisor Song, the giant Buddha is almost completed. Where is your majesty's Buddha head?"

Aunt Song pointed lightly at the foggy river behind her:
"We're following you. We have to take a detour across the river and then enter the city. Go pick her up."

Everyone immediately turned their heads and looked intently. They saw the old musician and Grandma Song taking a small boat to the north bank of the river before coming to the south bank. In the hazy morning mist at dawn, there was a huge Buddha head being pulled by several huge carriages. , the carriage was surrounded by a dense formation of black-armored soldiers...

This group of soldiers and laborers who secretly escorted the Buddha's head were of extremely high quality. They wrapped the horses' hooves with cloth and applied tung oil on their wheels... As they approached, there was not much sound.

Lin Cheng and his group were stunned.

From their perspective on the other side of the river, with a majestic headless Buddha on the north bank that has been suspended as the background, the new Buddha's head that arrived silently seemed to have rolled from the head of the former to the ground on the shore.

(End of this chapter)