I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 157 Not at ease ()

The car that took them to Longxing Temple stopped again. This time, the scenery on the roadside changed from a majestic ancient temple to a modern building.

"arrive."

Following the driver's low words, He Si opened the door subconsciously, but her soul was still stuck in the boundless fog, thinking over and over every scene from the dance, looking down at the asphalt road, not yet aware of the changes outside the window.

The moment she stepped out of the car door, the noise came, and the confusion and confusion were shattered. He Si couldn't help but raise her head. There were rows of high-rise buildings, tourists and traffic, and the excitement finally woke her up from the long silence brought by the chanting of the Buddha's name.

"Are you awake?" Qin Jian, who had been silently cooperating with He Si's thinking, also got out of the car.

He Si didn't say anything, just stood on the roadside and took a deep breath. The coldness poured into her lungs, which made her feel excited. But she still couldn't understand why the mastermind behind the scenes chose Yan Yan. Was it a temporary move or a mechanism? Finished? As for the other three "lucky" readers who fell into coma, were they randomly generated additional damage, or did they have a deeper meaning? What do they have to do with the little stone?
"Let's go."

Unable to help but rub He Si's head, Qin Jian took the lead in walking into the building complex on the roadside, passing by a hot pot restaurant that was not yet open and an internet celebrity drink shop where there was already a long queue. The character stopped in front of the house.

The writing is very neat, with a pure white base and pure black ink. It is clean, horizontal and vertical, and it calls people back from the excitement.

He Si looked over and said, "That's it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smooth frosted glass door was pushed open, and several teenagers left the bookstore chatting in low voices. He Si then walked into the room with Qin Jian, and the warm air returned to her nose. He Si felt a little uncomfortable. adapted.

Fortunately, the thing they were looking for was very eye-catching. Yanyan's new book was placed on the stand facing the door. There were several college students standing next to it. Some were looking through the books, while others were playing with the peripherals.

Without waiting for Qin Jian to speak, He Si walked up directly, picked up a sample book that had its cover removed, opened it to the position pointed out to them by the girl in his memory, and read it carefully. The brand-new paper, with the fragrance of ink, narrated the stories in Yanyan's mind and laid them out in front of He Si one by one, making her immersed in it involuntarily. Qin Jian was too lazy to pick up another book. He just stood behind He Si, followed her eyes over her shoulder and read together.

Sitting upside down with Guanyin, He Si had imagined many versions about protection, regret, forgiveness, and compassion, but she never thought that she would read such a story - that is, an ordinary girl begging for Guanyin. In the future life, countless reincarnations after reshaping the gorgeous appearance.

This is Xi Shi who was the girl from Yue River in the early dynasty and the concubine of Wu Palace in the evening. She is the concubine whose surname is Ren and whose parent is Lu Bu's Diao Chan. She is the picture of wasted gold in life and death and left a green tomb in death to make people sigh. She is the eternal and eternal Wang Zhaojun. This hatred lasts forever for Yang Yuhuan...

It is colorless and has no appearance, so you should not be obsessed with skin. At first, He Si thought this story was a satire on girls' anxiety about appearance, but after being reincarnated again and again, He Si became more and more frightened as he read it.

Charming King, it was Xi Shi's fault that the Wu Kingdom fell, and the Wu people wanted to sink her into the river; beauty was a disaster, it was Diao Chan's fault that Lu Bu was defeated and died in the army, Guan Gong was repeatedly asked to behead her in Yuan Dynasty dramas; Wang Zhaojun, because of a portrait She was exiled to the cold palace for three years, and her marriage has been praised to this day, but she is still a caged bird that was sacrificed. However, she gained a good reputation. In contrast, Yang Yuhuan not only had to bear the selfish and hypocritical love of the king, but also had to bear the burden after being sacrificed. The infamy for disrupting Chao Gang.

Is it their fault? What kind of body should sentient beings be saved, and what kind of body should Guanyin appear to teach the Dharma? Light is free, Guanyin, but why can't they be free?

The world fell silent around He Si, and time hid its traces. He Si was in a trance for a moment. She saw the curled up words unfolding. As the two people's breathing slowly opened and closed, the periods turned into rounded eyebrows. The cinnabar is dotted red, the commas turn into small emerald earrings on the earlobes, the square characters are gradually twisted, the rigid lines become soft, the neat arrangement is broken up, the lines wander, and a small portrait of a woman is spliced ​​on the page. She seemed to see Yan Yan. "This is..." He Si wanted to turn around and hold Qin Jian's hand, synchronizing everything in front of him with his sight, but footsteps came from behind. The black lines suddenly moved with a slight sound, and in the blink of an eye, only the neat printed words were left on the page, and everything fell back into place.

"Hello, this book is currently under promotion. If you are interested, you can check it out." The shopping guide on the side came over, came to the two of them, pointed towards the stairs in the northwest corner of the bookstore, "On the reading platform on the second floor , you can see it by going up the stairs.”

"I know," He Si tried her best to put on a smile and wanted to end the conversation quickly, "It's a check-in event. We just came from Longxing Temple."

"That's it," the shopping guide smiled and said no more, "Then I won't bother you, please feel free to shop."

Having said that, He Si was embarrassed to continue reading, and she had a hunch that the changes on the page just now were not her imagination. The illusion she had been pursuing in Longxing Temple was actually shown on this page. Could it be that she had previously The image of Guanyin sitting upside down is not in Longxing Temple, but in this story?

He Si knew that she needed a place where she could continue reading without being disturbed. Just as she was thinking, the book in her hand was taken away, and Qin Jian took the book and walked towards the cashier.

"Hey, this book is a sample book." He Si chased after him.

"I want this one." Qin Jian's voice was low, as if he was talking to He Si or the cashier. He was already noble, but now he had a straight face and an indifferent look on his face. The other party did not dare to say anything more and settled the bill for him neatly before asking in a low voice: "Do you need a shopping bag?"

"No need." Qin Jian took the book with one hand, held He Si's hand with the other, and quickly walked out of the bookstore before asking, "Is it an illusion again? What did you see?"

"The portrait of the woman seems to be in words, but..." He Si hesitated and did not continue.

"Because of the shopping guide, you didn't see it clearly?"

"No." He Si said halfway, seeming to have some concerns, and stopped again.

Qin Jian did not ask further questions, but instead told the story he had just seen: "Guanyin has no attachment to skin and color. When she first entered the Central Plains, she also appeared in both male and female forms. However, after the Southern Song Dynasty in China, women The image spreads more widely, and it is almost the default gender. But I didn’t expect that she would use a girl’s life to write the story of Guanyin.”

"It's thousands of girls."

"What?" Qin Jian seemed not to understand He Si's words, slowed down and turned his head to look at her.

"There are thousands of girls," He Si emphasized again, "I didn't see that portrait clearly because I was disturbed, but because I felt that the portrait was changing, like..."

"It's like Guanyin," Qin Jian finally understood what she said, "like thousands of girls."