Chapter 168

(thanks to the book friend 20171025... For your unforgettable comments. The original text of those words is Lu Xun's prose poetry. In such a situation, no one hears the cry of war, peace and peace... Thank you)

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Well nine should be able to stop Shi FengChen's suicide, but he didn't.

Not because it was unnecessary, but because when Shi FengChen said his last sentence, he saw death in the eyes of the other party.

He understood Shi FengChen's anger and hatred towards the monks, although he did not sympathize with them.

He didn't want to ask each other about the painful past in his life.

Life and death are the greatest.

He will respect you.

Then let the dead get the end of death.

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The yard was quiet.

When the sun moved away, two thin chickens pecked the shadows on the ground feebly.

I don't know when the gate was pushed open again.

"Master, it's still fried bacon with cabbage moss today!"

Wang Xiaoming limped in, put the bacon on the grinding table, stretched out his feet and kicked two thin chickens into the cage to prevent them from pecking the bacon.

"Last time you said the cabbage moss was a little old, but this time it's very tender."

He happily carried cabbage moss into the room and wanted master to have a look first.

A soft snap.

Cabbage moss fell on the ground and spread out, just like real flowers.

His legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Ah... Ah... Master!"

There was a sad cry in the room.

His cry was terrible.

It's not good to cry.

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Shi FengChen's funeral was deserted.

At least in the beginning.

Wang Xiaoming knelt in front of the hall and threw paper money into the basin. His action was very mechanical and his expression was very numb.

I don't know whether he was smoked too hard or cried too long. His eyes are full of blood.

The neighbors came and left, and he was the only one left in the yard kneeling here.

Suddenly there was a sound of shouting and scolding and other movements outside the hospital, and then the wooden door was pushed open somewhat rudely.

It's not the people who are looking for trouble, but some adults will come to mourn. The Yamen who got the notice quickly came to clear the scene.

The white flags provoked by Gao Gao and the ink dripping words made the atmosphere of the courtyard suddenly different from that before.

Wang Xiaoming ignored it and still knelt in front of the copper basin, burning the paper money numbly.

He failed to remember exactly what the official positions and names of the adults who appeared later.

Shi FengChen's family was deserted before his death, but it was lively after his death. Everyone knows why.

Wang Xiaoming also knows.

No one saw how Shi FengChen died. The officials of the Qingtian Department checked and determined that he committed suicide, but who forced him to death?

All the spearheads pointed at qingshanzong, more accurately at Jingjiu.

Of course, the court officials deeply influenced by the Zhongzhou faction should use this matter to exert pressure on Qingshan Zong.

As for the so-called mourning, how can there be mourning on the faces of officials?

In Wang Xiaoming's opinion, the only one with true feelings is the princess Hu who indirectly led to the death of her master.

Late at night, imperial concubine Hu sent a large amount of real gold and silver.

Wang Xiaoming said thanks.

After Shi FengChen was buried, Wang Xiaoming left Chaoge city.

No one knows where he has gone.

The workmates who worked with him in the warehouse of Qingtian company occasionally met to talk about the boy.

A worker named 72 had the best relationship with him. When asked, he said, "he said he would go back to the northwest and his hometown was there."

In fact, he also felt strange. In the past two years, he had never heard of Wang Xiaoming's hometown, let alone his relationship with the northwest.

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The back garden of Zhao mansion is very quiet.

The trees in deep spring are at the most lush and non boring stage, which makes people happy.

Zhao Layue's mood is not so.

"Shi FengChen has an adopted son named Wang Xiaoming. He has spiritual potential. He left Chaoge city and disappeared today."

Well nine looked at her and thought it meant to cut the roots?

"As I said, I'm not a good man. I'm fierce."

Her face was a little pale. She was badly hurt in Mingcui valley that day.

Jing Jiu said, "Shi FengChen is not too wrong. It's also related to my inability to teach people. Your killing heart is really heavy."

Zhao La Yue stared at him and asked, "do you care?"

Well nine shook his head and said, "you just haven't figured it out, so you're a little angry."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "yes, I don't understand why he must kill me. Did I really do something wrong?"

Well nine said: "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and correspondingly, the greater the risk. Your mind is not bound, and you have pity on all the people in the world. Therefore, in his opinion, it is the most dangerous. You must eliminate it in advance when you are not strong enough. " Zhao La Yue still didn't understand. She said, "is it good to hide in Yinfeng to cultivate the ruthless way and ignore people's life and death?" Jing Jiu said, "in a sense, a monk who ignores everything in the world is certainly safer for mortals." Zhao Layue was silent. When she was a child, she lived in Chaoge city. What she thought about every day was Taoism, but she also read some miscellaneous books. In those stories, there are talented people and beauties, chivalrous and righteous, and hot-blooded countrymen. Later, they went to Qingshan sect. The door rules also write words such as helping the world and helping the poor. However, during the tens of thousands of miles of journey and now, Jing Jiu's attitude is that monks should ignore world affairs. Why“ Practitioners and mortals are people of two worlds. Once people can practice, they have nothing to do with mortals. A poet of the former dynasty once wrote a poem about sleepwalking in the cold mountains and singing goodbye. It is deeply loved by ordinary people, but the monk doesn't feel it. He prefers his white hair three thousand feet. Why? " Jing Jiu said, "because the latter wrote about the great suffering of life and death, it is still difficult for practitioners to get rid of it, so they feel the same. The former is about immortals. You and I are immortals. We can see the scenery that ordinary people can't see and understand the feelings that they can't understand. How can we be moved by the scenery and feelings imagined by ordinary people? " Zhao Layue was silent for a long time and said, "but ordinary people can also pursue." Well nine said: "yes, mortals can not accept their fate and strive to set foot on the avenue of immortality, but not all mortals have this luck." Outside the Chaoge City, there is a mountain temple. Few people come to offer incense during the festival. After walking to the temple, Wang Xiaoming climbed up the tree with some difficulty and confirmed that there were no people around the mountain forest. Then he took out an oil paper bag from the innermost part of his clothes. There are some scattered things in the bag, which means a lot to him. Those things were silver tickets sent by imperial concubine Hu and a very thin book. There are three words "Qingxuan skill" written in the book, which is the introductory skill of Sanqing school. This is Shi FengChen's legacy. He opened the book and began to read it carefully, but after a long time, he still couldn't read the words. Because it was always easy for him to think of his master, and then his tears blurred his eyes, which could not be wiped clean. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.