Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 122: Heaven and Earth (2)
Later Aunt Liu came, and when she saw him, she also asked him: "Master Zhan, didn't you say that the girl lives in Kaifeng Mansion? I went to look for her a few times, why didn't she see anyone?"

Zhan Zhao didn't answer her, he didn't even pay attention to what Aunt Liu was doing nearby.He stayed quietly for three days, watching the sun rise and set slowly, the night came and the morning dawned.

Three days later, he returned to Kaifeng Mansion.

Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Gongsun Ce and the others gathered in the room. After some pushing, Gongsun Ce cleared his throat: "Zhan, guard Zhan, there is something..."

Zhan Zhao smiled: "Duanmu is no longer here."

As I said this, there was unprecedented... calmness.

Heavenly Court, seven days later, the mansion of the Judicial God.

Xiaotiangou quietly climbed up the low wall of the courtyard, poked his head out a little bit, and saw the heavenly soldiers and generals with swords and halberds in the distance.

A little closer, King Duowen and King Guangmu were whispering together.

These two old boys are really not too tired, Xiao Tiangou is very angry.

Suddenly, he saw the forest of halberds in the distance parting automatically. Looking from a distance, the silver cloak bulged in the wind.

It's my master who's back!Xiaotiangou immediately felt courageous, and stuck out half of his head out of the courtyard wall.

Sure enough, it was Yang Jian who came, he walked as usual, there was no emotion on his face, and there was no heavenly soldier or general in his eyes.When he was approaching the gate of the mansion, Guangmu Heavenly King suddenly reached out to stop him: "Zhenjun stay here."

Yang Jian stopped, looked coldly at his face for a while, and then went down—there, the magic weapon of King Guangmu, the fox mink, trembled in fright, and hid under the robe of King Guangmu .

"The little ones are also following orders, so I ask Zhenjun to do it conveniently, and don't make it difficult for the little ones." When Guangmu Tianwang said this, he was really embarrassed.

"Ma Lishou," Xi Qi met him on the battlefield when he was conquering Zhou. Yang Jian called him by his full name without any politeness, "How can I make it difficult for you?"

"Tell me, how can I make it difficult for you?" Seeing that King Guangmu didn't answer, Yang Jian repeated the question again.

Obviously a cooperative tone, but his expression...

Guangmu Tianwang clenched his fist secretly, let it go, and clenched it again.

"The Immortal Duanmu moved the disk of life and death arbitrarily and violated the taboo of the heavens. The Jade Emperor was furious and asked us to come and arrest him."

"What a joke." Yang Jian sneered, "Don't you know that you are punished by the gods for recklessly moving the life and death disk? What I brought back that day was the body of Duanmucui. Everyone is dead, and you want to come to take someone?"

"That's the case." Seeing that the two were about to talk stiffly, Duowen Tianwang hurried out to smooth things over, "but there was a rumor that Zhenjun summoned Immortal Hua Tuo and other medical sages into the mansion for several days, and the medical sages would not leave for seven days. It is clear that I want to..."

"You mean those gangsters with wine bags and rice bags?" Yang Jian seemed to be angry, "Yes, I have been served with good wine and good food for seven days, but I haven't seen anyone revived. I was called a medical saint in vain, and I received the incense of the world in vain. .I didn't smash their temples, which is a great way to save face."

Guangmu Tianwang was so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, Duowen Tianwang coughed desperately, and signaled Guangmu Tianwang to be calm and calm.

"You little ones are also obeying orders," Duowen Tianwang laughed, "It's hard to follow orders. Can Zhenjun make it easier for us to take away Duanmu Shangxian's body? It's a perfunctory errand."

"Which of your eyes saw that I stopped you from running errands?" Yang Jian hugged his arms, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Duowen Tianwang was overjoyed: "That's it, thank you Zhenjun for fulfilling everything." After thanking Yang Jian, the two wanted to walk in the door.

"However, if you're on business, it's business. If anyone dares to enter my mansion, don't blame me for breaking his leg!"

Guangmu Tianwang was so angry that he wanted to curse, Yang Jian, you are playing with the Lord for fun, aren't you?
Of course, he only dared to say this in his stomach.

So the two heavenly kings, who were so angry that their temples were throbbing, watched Yang Jian pass by.

Xiao Tiangou lay on the wall, and blew the hala on the wall: He went to heaven and earth, and his master was so arrogant, so unreasonable, so unreasonable, so unreasonable, so cute, did he, did he, did he?

As soon as Yang Jian entered the door, Xiao Tiangou came up to meet him.

"My lord is really a hero, tough enough!" Xiao Tiangou flattered Yang Jian, "It's just...offending the Jade Emperor, isn't it good?"

"What's the matter? Can he still bite me?" Yang Jian choked Xiao Tiangou back with a single sentence, "If he really dares to bite, wouldn't he still have you?"

Xiao Tianquan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stopped talking.

"How is Duanmu?"

Xiaotiangou made a sudden move, carefully observed Yang Jian's face, and tried his best to be tactful: "It's still the same, and the medical saints are helpless, saying yes..."

Having said this, it paused.

"Go on."

"It's said that the heart was injured too badly. It was okay after one injury, but it was injured twice in a row. The injury of ordinary weapons is easy to save, but the scourge of the life and death disk is too powerful. The hostility at the wound is strong, It can’t be sutured at all, no matter what kind of thread it is, it will break as soon as it is approached.”

"What kind of thread have you tried?"

"The first thing I tried was ordinary needlework. Later, I used cotton thread wrapped with gold thread, pure gold thread, and gold and silver cord. Then I asked Mo Xie, a famous swordsman in ancient times, to draw the sword thread, but it still didn't work."

Yang Jian was silent for a while: "What will happen if you can't find a suitable thread?"

"The medical sages said that if you can't suture the wound, you won't have a complete heart. In that case, no matter what kind of panacea there is, it won't save you."

Yang Jian didn't speak anymore.

After a long time, he said calmly: "Do your best and obey the destiny."

"Master..." Seeing Yang Jian turning around to leave, Xiao Tiangou hesitated to speak.

"what's up?"

"There is another thread that I haven't tried yet."

"What line?"

"The weaver girl's cloud silk."

"Weaver girl?"

People in the world always have an illusion that everything in the sky is beautiful, good, and refined, even if it is a prison.

In fact, the sky prison, the sky prison, the focus is not on the sky, but on the prison.

Yang Jian stepped on the dirty water up to his feet and walked in the aisle of the damp prison. The guards guarding the sky prison hospitablely held up lanterns to guide Yang Jian: "Zhenjun walk this way, this way, and the one at the end. That's it."

At the end, Yang Jian turned around slightly and stood still at the prison gate. Through the gap between the prison bars, he saw the weaver girl beside the loom, who was busy weaving.

Her hand brushed against the loom's silk, blood dripped from her ten fingers.Yang Jian once heard that in order to punish Zhinu, all the silk she brushed was thorns.

Her hair was already a little gray, without a bun, and it was loosely scattered, as if she felt Yang Jian's gaze, she raised her head hesitantly.

"True monarch?"

In the entire heavenly court, there is probably no one who does not know Yang Jian.

Zhinu's appearance is still very beautiful, not inferior to any beautiful woman in the world, but the deep tiredness and haggardness in her eyes make people feel that she is already an old man with vicissitudes.

The guard opened the cell door, and then quietly retreated.

Yang Jian walked to the opposite side of the loom and sat down slowly.

Zhinu smiled and kept moving her hands: "Zhenjun is a busy person, why would he have time to visit here?"

Yang Jian answered the wrong question: "A few days ago, I walked around the world."

"Oh?" Weaver Girl smiled, "In the world, the world has gone through many vicissitudes."

Yang Jian also laughed: "No matter how the world changes, as long as there are people around, these love and hatred entanglements will continue."

Zhinu's hand paused slightly, and then returned to normal: "As a human being, I can't get rid of such feelings. Isn't this what the gods scoff at?"

"I was in the world and heard the story about the Weaver Girl."

"Oh." The Weaver Girl's tone was very flat, as if the Weaver Girl Yang Jian was talking about had nothing to do with her, "What did mortals send me?"

"They said that the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd were not separated. After the Weaver Girl was caught in the sky, the Cowherd chased after her with two children. The Queen Mother was furious, pulled out the hairpin on her head, and drew a Milky Way between them. The river faces each other, and there is no day for reunion. Later, the magpies in the sky couldn't see it, and on July [-]th every year, they weaved a bridge with colored thread, and the two could get together once a year to comfort the pain of lovesickness."

"Really?" Zhinu laughed, the corners of her lips curled up in mockery, "I was the last to know such a beautiful story?"

"Ordinary people's lives are difficult and cannot bear too much suffering and tragedy. Therefore, they always love the world to be perfect. In this way, even if the present is difficult, there is always hope in the future."

Zhinu smiled faintly, and creaked the crank wheel.

Yang Jian looked at Zhinu, he came here to seek Yunsi, but perhaps because the stories of Zhinu and Duanmucui had such a similarity, he finally couldn't help asking: "Do you regret it? "

"Regret?" Zhinu raised her eyebrows, seemingly puzzled.

"You should know that the Cowherd remarried later."

"He is alone, with two young sons, life is so inconvenient, and it is reasonable to marry again."

"Speaking for him now?"

"I didn't speak for him, I just looked away and didn't think there was anything wrong." Weaver Girl stepped on the pedal slowly, "Who doesn't want to have a hard day and come home with a hot meal? Who doesn't want someone to sew at home? Make up, take care of the inside and outside? Who doesn’t want to sleep with someone by his side? Staying alone in that loneliness, one year is fine, two years is fine, ten years, 20 years? Life is too short, he wants to live a happy life Be more comfortable, more comfortable, more happy, human nature."

"What about you?" Yang Jian looked at her fixedly, "Do you regret it?"

"If I say I regret it, what will Zhenjun think? Do you think I have brought the blame on myself?" Weaver Girl smiled.

After a long pause, she suddenly said softly: "I really regret it."

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.

"I am weaving thorns here. For one year, I am not convinced, and I feel that there is nothing wrong with being sincerely in love; for ten years, I am not convinced, and I think it is worth it after all; for 100 years, I still have resentment, even if Falling in love with mortals, without hurting others, what is the crime? 500 years..."

"500 years..." The smile on the corner of her lips was extremely bitter, "500 years, I hardly think about the cowherd anymore. I just think about when my situation will end. Greedy for that moment Huan, the endless hardships, is it worth it? I even wondered if it would have been better if there hadn't been that encounter at the beginning?"

Yang Jian sighed: "If Empress Zhinu has such an idea, the day when she leaves here is not far away."

Zhinu smiled, as if she couldn't leave here, and it didn't matter to her: "Zhenjun, this is the heaven, and I will spend 800 years to grind away your desires, grievances, sincerity, and love. Jing, finally created a quiet place, and created so many walking dead. In my opinion, it is better to fall into the world of mortals, love, resent, and cry, and then drink a bowl of Meng Po soup. .”

Yang Jian seemed to be moved.

"The real gentleman is here, isn't he just chatting with me?" Zhinu raised her eyes to look at him, "How can I help the real gentleman?"

"I want to ask the empress for a strand of cloud silk."

"Cloud?"

"I heard that the cloud silk of the empress is thin but tough and strong. It can withstand the pressure of thousands of mountains and block the sword's edge."

Zhinu was very calm: "Please go back, Zhenjun. I haven't knitted cloud silk for many years. Besides, I don't have the heart to add brocade to other people's clothes."

"Your Majesty, I beg this Yunsi just to save my life."

"Help?" Weaver Girl was a little surprised, "How can a tiny strand of silk help?"

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, and briefly described the whole story.

Zhinu was moved, but she didn't change her original intention: "Zhenjun thinks too highly of Yunsi. Although I have never encountered the scourge of life and death, I have heard that it is extremely dangerous. I am afraid that Yunsi will not be able to withstand it."

"Now there is only Yunsi, the life-saving straw. No matter what, please ask your mother to help. If Duanmu can survive, it is also because of her help. If she can't live, it's the destiny, and Yang Jian will not fight anymore."

Zhinu didn't answer, and after a while, she suddenly raised her head, her face full of doubts: "Zhenjun, tell me, why didn't I die that day?"

"Huh?" Yang Jian was taken aback.

"I fought so fiercely that day. I begged, cried, struggled, and even fought against heavenly soldiers and generals. How come I never thought of dying? I remember an old saying that people are not afraid of death, but how can they be afraid of death? , if I had resisted with death back then, would things have been different? A person is not even afraid of death, what else can I do to her?"

Yang Jian was a little annoyed: "Mother, Duanmu's death is not because she resists separation, but because she can't bear to die for Zhan Zhao. If it is not at a dead end, who would be willing to die? What you say is to fight with death, and Duanmu's death is completely different. no the same!"

He shook his clothes and got up, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

The soldiers guarding outside trotted over and locked the cell door.

"True Monarch!" Yang Jian was about to walk out of the aisle when Zhinu's voice suddenly came from behind him.

He turned his head and saw that Zhinu had left the loom at some point, and smiled at him standing behind the bars: "Send me the sun, the moon, and the stars. After seven days, I can send someone to fetch the cloud silk."

Yang Jian's heart became hot, and before he was about to say something, Zhinu had already returned to the loom, and the sound of weaving was repeated again and again, monotonous and repetitive, as if it had never stopped.

On the seventh day, in front of the mansion of the Judicial God.

"Give way, let's make way, borrow a way, borrow a way!" Xiao Tiangou held his toes high and high, holding a brocade box filled with clouds to open the way for Yang Jian.If Yang Jian was not there, it might not dare to be so presumptuous in front of the heavenly soldiers led by the two heavenly kings, but it would be different if Yang Jian was there...

There is a saying, how do you say, a dog takes advantage of others...

No, no, this is a curse word, and then I thought again, I am a dog in the first place, I have to stand up and be a dog, and I can't feel inferior to my origin.

It is estimated that Guangmu Heavenly King and Duowen Heavenly King are tired after so many days of guarding outside, and this time they replaced the other two: Zengzhang Heavenly King and Chiguo Heavenly King.

Seeing Yang Jian approaching, the two heavenly kings looked worried, but they still held back their anger and did not step forward to stop him.

Frankly speaking, these two heavenly kings were more angry with Jade Emperor.

What the hell, Yang Jian is your nephew, he doesn't even buy your account, can he buy our account?This kid looked like he was about to hit someone, who would dare to fight him?The old men are exposed to the wind and the sun all day long outside the Zhenjun Mansion, not daring to retreat or enter, you are going to stage the siege of October...

After entering the mansion, he went straight to the hall, and Hua Tuo, who was the leader, greeted him first.To be honest, Yang Jian only knew one Hua Tuo, and the others were all caught by Xiao Tiangou. It is said that Yang Jian didn't bother to remember what Si Miao and Zhong Jing were.

The gods in the upper world will not get sick, and one or two elixir can also dispel disasters if something serious happens, but in Duanmucui's case, a doctor is definitely needed, so they are all caught regardless of whether they are medical or surgical. squatting guard.

Yang Jian raised his eyelids, roared, and hurriedly offered Yunsi.

Immortal Hua Tuo took out the stitches, put Yunsi on carefully, turned around and went to the bedside.

For some reason, Yang Jian didn't dare to follow him. He looked at Xiaotiangou: "Go and have a look."

"Master, don't worry too much." Xiao Tiangou was more optimistic than Yang Jian, "When I went to get the cloud silk, the Weaver Girl said that this is probably the best cloud silk she has ever woven." After Xiao Tiangou finished speaking, he trotted followed.On the bed was Duanmucui's corpse, his complexion was as usual, but there was a bloody hole in his chest, the blood stains did not dry for a long time, if you pay attention, you can still see the white evil spirit rampaging from time to time.

Immortal Hua Tuo took a deep breath, stretched out his hand steadily, and inserted the needle. The sharp needle tip pierced through the heart, driving the follow-up long cloud silk.

Xiaotiangou became nervous, held his breath, stared at Yunsi's direction with wide eyes, and didn't dare to blink.

The evil spirit began to collide with Yunsi, sewing, the first stitch.

Sew, second stitch.

Sewing, third stitch.

Xiaotiangou couldn't help but turned around and shouted at Yang Jian: "Master, it's not broken, Yunsi is not..."

There was a muffled sound of the needle being snapped, but it was not loud, and the room was eerily quiet for an instant.

Xiaotiangou swallowed back the words he hadn't said yet, his whole body was stiff, especially his neck, so that he couldn't turn his head to see what happened.

Immortal Hua Tuo turned around, he was still holding the needle in one hand, and the broken cloud thread in the other.

"Zhenjun, Yunsi is not good either."

(End of this chapter)