If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

  Chapter 135 Seeing others' suspicious eyes like a ghost fire, walking with the heart

  Study tower of the book building.

  Mr. Guanqi sat in front of the table and looked down at the chessboard in front of him.

  On the chessboard, black and white chess pieces fall on it, and it is faintly visible on the chessboard that it is the star set, the small eye set, the big avalanche, the dragon cut...

  In the chess game, there are also three kalpas, each in a cycle. Even if one is solved, there are still two and three kalpas. One kalpa survives, and two kalpas are born, endlessly, almost impossible to solve.

  Mr. Guanqi was sitting before this ancient endgame, holding a black piece in his hand, but he didn't fall, but he seriously settled on it, watching the chess without saying a word.

  He was sitting here alone. In the middle of the night, Mr. Guanqi seemed to be aware. He was about to stand up when there were footsteps coming from the stairs.

  A middle-aged man dressed in black with a blurred face went up to the self-cultivation tower.

   Mr. Guanqi saluted to the black-clothed man, but the black-clothed man just chuckled and nodded, sitting opposite Mr. Guanqi.

   He didn't say much, and looked down at the endgame on the chessboard. After a long time, he frowned and said, "This is the game of three calamities?"

   Mr. Guanqi nodded.

Xuanyi looked at it carefully for a long time, and then he raised his brows and smiled: "I have a priest Jiang Baishi, so why should I watch this game of ascending to the sky? Immortal Tianque has already entered the game of falling immortal chess, just need to find a big sword to cut it. If he loses his dragon, the blessings of Que Immortal will fall on me today."

   Mr. Guanqi frowned slightly, with a pity in his expression.

   He pondered for a while and sighed: "Jiang Shoufu worked hard for this chess game, and changed the heavenly rhythm of Tianquexian with the body of a mortal. At this point, Tianquexian has indeed entered the urn, but... Jiang Shoufu is only afraid..."

   That Xuanyi didn't say much, just put out his hand and messed up the endgame on the chessboard.

   Four or five pieces moved, and the chess game turned out to be completely different.

  The murderous intention is hidden in it, and two big dragons can be seen fighting, and the life and death are unknown.

  Mr. Guanqi's eyes fell on the two big dragons, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

  Xuanyi turned his head and looked at the book building from the window of the self-cultivation tower. At this time, it was winter, and the sky in Taixuanjing had turned cold, and even a second light snow fell.

   But in this bookstore, because of the Master's inscription "The four seasons are like spring", the four seasons are like spring, and there is no chill.

  The face of the black-clothed man was still blurred, he looked at it for a while, but turned around and asked Mr. Guanqi: "You didn't read that boy wrong."

  The black-clothed man said this, and Mr. Guanqi finally showed some smiles on his face, he nodded and said, "Mr. Four's sword in the world is not easy, it not only needs a prosperous talent, but also a sincere heart.

   Lu Jing was able to comprehend this sword, which was also an unexpected joy. "

   "Really?" The black-clothed man smiled: "Why do I think that the reason you led Lu Jing into the library was because of what you saw?

  You watch chess all day long. It is said that there is truth in the world. Sir, what did you see? "

   Mr. Guanqi smiled genially and remained silent.

He didn't answer, but the man in Xuanyi didn't care, but there was more emotion in his tone: "Even if I stand in a high position, I can't understand the context of heaven and earth, the master is at the gate of heaven, I have the intention to follow him to see him. Those fairyland, but there are many troubles in this mortal world, and mortal people will eventually have an end and cannot be at ease.

   When I unify the world, when I am here, there will be no disputes in this world. At that time, I don’t know if I will be able to climb the gate of heaven and see the immortal who is now sitting high on the throne of God. "

  The black-clothed man had a normal tone.

   Mr. Guanqi could hear the extreme ambition in these words.

   The person in front of him is not willing to be the emperor of this mortal world!

   Also realize the vision of his dream, sit on the throne for three hundred years, and control three million immortals.

   "And that young man is in charge of the sword in the world. If he can hold the sword of the fourth gentleman, Jiang Shoufu's Luoxian chess game, he will use the sword to kill the dragon!"

  The black-clothed man said this in a casual tone, as if he was talking about a very trivial matter.

  Mr. Guanqi didn't change his expression, shook his head and said, "Holy Monarch, Lu Jing is a little special. He can see both the mortal world and the fairyland in his eyes, and he is a rare person with immortal wisdom.

  How can the people of Xianhui completely cut off the immortal blessing of Tianquexian?

   Maybe even if he wields the sword of the human world, he can't slay the giant dragon of Que Xian that day. "

   The man in black clothes in front of him is the Great Emperor Chongtian.

   Emperor Chongtian came to the library late at night, and there was nothing surprising at first, but the conversation with Mr. Guanqi was full of secrets.

   Emperor Chongtian didn't care, he just said: "There are already a few people who have cut immortals, if Lu Jing can grow up, let him try to cut it.

   If he dies in the middle, it doesn't matter. The person who has a great chance must be in a disaster, and if he is robbed, he will survive the calamity. If he can't grow up, it will only prove that he is not worthy of the sword of the Fourth Master. "

   When Emperor Chongtian spoke, his tone was calm and casual, as if the few immortal slayers in his mouth were all chess pieces on a chess card and could be moved at will.

  Mr. Guanqi couldn't bear it anymore. After thinking about it for a while, he said again: "Mr. Qi will send a document for justice tomorrow and take Lu Jing out of Dali Temple."

Emperor Chongtian nodded and said with a smile, "It's just a trivial matter. The reason why the bookstore is a bookstore is naturally because the bookstore has something to do with it. Even if the concept of the bookstore is different from mine, it has contributed to the education of the world. I am also willing to Coexist with the library.

  Because of this, I will sit and watch the disciples of the bookstore, run around the streets, guide public opinion, and exonerate Lu Jing. "

  If it were other sects, it would be the well-known handed down sects such as Dongwangguan, Jokhang Temple, Landa Temple, and Zhenwu Mountain. When I heard the words of Emperor Chongtian, I was afraid that a great fear would also arise in my heart.

   Mr. Ke Guanqi slowly shook his head and explained seriously: "The fourth floor of the bookstore did not guide the teachers and disciples of the bookstore in this matter.

What    did was to expose the evil of the good hall to the public.

  Those storytellers because they are profitable.

   wrote and published this matter wantonly, it was the officials of the court and the folk workshops, one for the sake of fame, and the other for the sake of profit.

   The disciples and teachers of the bookstores, as well as the teachers and students of the Guozijian, Jixianyuan, and many other bookstores in Beijing, actually rely on their passion and pursuit of justice.

  Because of this, there is indeed the word justice. When the truth is exposed to the sun, the people will become more enthusiastic. "

   "Mr. Seven's opening is also the will of the fourth floor, but it is not mixed with Chaos."

  The corner of Emperor Chongtian's mouth showed a smile, and he looked directly at Mr. Guanqi: "But, the source of all this, the one who disclosed the evil of the good hall by various means, is still the bookstore, isn't it?"

   Mr. Guanqi still had a smile on his face: "When the sage monarch swallows the sky and the earth, he always has to give ordinary people a way to survive."

  …

   Light snow fell from the sky, thinly spread on the ground of Taixuanjing.

  The horse paths in the streets are paved with bluestone slabs, and there are many concave and convex folds on them, which are to prevent the horses and vehicles from slipping.

   In front of Dali Temple, there are still many people wandering.

   Even on a snowy day, the number of people did not decrease, but instead, many people took time off because of the snowy weather.

   There are more people here.

   Both men and women looked up at the door of Dali Temple. Occasionally, a few daring teenagers would shout out Lu Jing's name.

  The guards at the entrance of Dali Temple are quite helpless. On weekdays, the gate of such a dangerous place as Dali Temple is not an exaggeration to describe it as a door.

   Occasionally, some people have been stranded for a long time, and they will scold them loudly and expel them.

   But these days, the gate of Dali Temple is so lively every day.

   Occasionally, I haven’t seen anyone for a long time, and the prisoners who are escorting the execution ground suddenly see so many people, and they will be more nostalgic for the world.

   The idea of ​​these ordinary people is quite simple.

   With the spirit in his chest, the sharp sword in his hand made the evil thoughts of the most prosperous place in Taixuanjing clear to the world, so that those poor teenagers would not be deceived again.

   Most intuitively, at least the forty-six children who had boarded the boat that day were indeed saved by Lu Jing.

And because Lu Jing made things so big, the old men who didn't even look at them on weekdays started to donate money and they were preparing to spend a lot of gold on Linfeng Street, which is six streets away from Jingyin Mansion. Build a sanctuary that can accommodate thousands of children at the same time.

   After the Dashantang is completely constructed, six people with high morals and respect in Taixuanjing will be hired to supervise them together, so as to ensure the orderly operation of the shantang and that such evil things will not happen again.

   In exchange for these conditions, those officials at the Qing Shitai in Taixuanjing will no longer criticize them, and will no longer make daily memorials to impeach them.

  If there is no impeachment memorial, everything will be fine.

  Otherwise, when the sages in the palace are upset, they will turn to this kind of memorial, and they will fall to the ground with a swipe when they are upset!

  The speaker may do bad things in many cases, but it can also play a big role in some cases.

   And for whom do these benefits arise?

   Naturally, it was because of the young and handsome Mr. Shulou who was still in the prison of Dali Temple.

  The people in Taixuan Beijing, although the vast majority of them cannot be said to be knowledgeable, but because they have lived in Beijing for a long time, they understand many things.

  Since Mr. Xiaojing has helped them, they will naturally not be stingy with their enthusiasm and concern.

   There were also a few older aunts who brought a few quilts and a cotton coat, and many people brought food of various colors.

   Dali Siqing had already told those guards that when someone brought something over, he took a little bit of each item in a basket, made a big basket, and sent it to Lu Jing in the prison, just saying that it was everyone's heart.

  Lu Jing didn't want to accept it, but this basket of food is actually considered rich for ordinary people.

   But the guard who delivered the things later said that this basket of things seemed to be a lot, but because they only took a little from each commoner's things, dozens or hundreds of people spread it out, but it was nothing.

  With these words, Lu Jing will naturally not shirk any more. He eats all kinds of delicacies in the basket every day. Occasionally, Qingyue will make a special trip to bring a bowl of noodles in clear soup.

  Lu Jing knew the guards for a long time, and the things that Qingyue sent were always delivered in time.

  Qingyue also received a letter from Lu Jing, knowing that it was not hard in the cell, although she was still worried, she was much more settled than before, and she believed that Lu Jing would be back soon.

   That's exactly what happened.

  Lu Jing entered the Dali Temple on the eleventh day.

   On weekdays, he preaches, teaches and educates people, but in the high-ranking library, there is a gentleman who writes articles!

"The young man keeps his righteousness and holds the holy words, but now he lives in a prison. The young man's righteousness is like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, like the splendor of the day. When I think about it, I can get a poem. I hope that even if the young man in prison is wronged, he will not change his heart as a child. ."

   "Heaven and earth have righteousness, and righteousness cannot be moved.

  The sun and the moon are full of brilliance, and the mountains and rivers are amazing.

  I think about the ancient sages, how many years I have seen.

   Waiting to sweep away the shadows, to and fro to see the fluffy. "

   A few lines of text, in one day, have swept Taixuanjing.

  Because it was Mr. Shulou Qi who made these poems!

   Mr. Shulou Qi was originally the prince and the master, and he was good at writing and even better at governing the country.

  When he taught the prince, he didn't like to write poetry, and the fashionable and young prince asked why.

   Mr. Shulou Qi said frankly: "My poetic talent is not very good, but I want to express my emotions with poetry.

  Because of this, I set a rule for myself, unless I am angry, sad and happy, or I feel pity, I will not write poetry except for sighing. "

   The truth is just as Mr. Shulou Qi said!

   He really seldom writes poetry, but now because of so many disasters, his body is extremely old, like an old man who is about to ascend to the sky.

   This is the case, and Mr. Qi never used poetry to describe his feelings.

   But now, Mr. Shulou Qi’s poems have been circulated. Although this poem is simple, it expresses his heart directly.

  There is righteousness in heaven and earth. The so-called righteousness naturally refers to Lu Jingzhan's evil spirit.

The meaning of praise in the words   sun, moonlight, and mountains and rivers is self-evident.

   And the shadows that follow…

   Needless to say, it came from the Dali Temple prison!

   Even on the head of the text, the words "Holy Word" and "Injustice" are bluntly pointed at the ineffectiveness of Dali Temple's trial!

   This poem circulated during the day…

  In the afternoon, I don't know how many memorials, like snowflakes, entered the Taixian Palace and were stacked on the table of the sage.

   In this Taixuanjing, the bookstore has always concentrated on preaching and solving doubts, and rarely criticized the imperial institutions.

   But Mr. Qi's poem has only four lines, and never mentions Dali Temple, but the meaning of anger and disappointment in the poem is all in the last line.

   Even the Dali Temple was imprisoned, calling it a shadow!

   In addition, in the poems, the praise for Lu Jing's righteousness, and the overwhelming memorials are all on this matter. I hope the court will order the Dali Temple to close the case.

   It is also very clear in many memorials.

   This matter is what all the people want. Lu Jing is acting according to the words of the saint. Since he has been named by the saint, he is naturally qualified to maintain the clean world under the saint's feet!

  If Dali Temple continued to imprison Lu Jing, it would be using the turbid air pressure to uplift the air, and the shadow to suppress the clear sky.

   So many memorials flowed into the Taixian Palace.

   Dali Siqing was already in a daze and didn't know how to deal with it.

   He even went into battle in person, and together with two Dali Temple Shaoqing, a Dali Temple Chancellor, and several monasteries, they checked the Dafu Law and many cases in the past.

   But I found out... Lu Jing's case is too special to be sentenced.

   What made them even more embarrassed was that Lu Jing's incident had too much influence, and the entire Taixuan Capital knew what he had committed.

  If nothing else is involved, Dali Temple will be dealt with by the public opinion of Taixuanjing and the turbulent situation in the court, and it will be fine to let Lu Jing leave.

   But the problem is…

   This incident also involves the word "Holy Word".

   As a result, even the Dali Siqing did not dare to get angry easily.

   If Lu Jing was found not guilty, he would directly confirm that Lu Jing had the Holy Word, and he could kill wicked people at will.

  Dali Temple has no such rights.

  If Lu Jing was convicted... Dali Siqing hesitated even more when he thought of these many great battles and the few poems that Mr. Shulou Qi had made him thorn in his back.

Therefore.

   This much-anticipated case, the details of which were not ambiguous, dragged on for more than ten days.

   More than ten days is not a long time. Even if the evidence is complete in many cases in Dali Temple, it will take a year and a half to close the case.

   But Lu Jing's case is too special, involving a wide range of implications, and countless eyes are down, making Dali Siqing even more troublesome.

   Twelfth day!

  The poetry and prose of Mr. Qi, who is highly respected in the book building, was thoroughly spread out.

  This poem has only eight lines, and the prose is quite simple, and soon even children can memorize it.

  Many private school gentlemen also followed current events and gave this poem to the children of the private school, and emphasized that the so-called righteousness refers to the young Lu Jing!

   The name of Lu Jing's youthful integrity spread widely.

  In front of the Dali Temple, more and more people gathered.

   is also at this time.

  Many people have heard the wind and moved by the wind.

   And many people looked up.

   I saw seven horses running on the street in front of the Dali Temple.

   Dali Si Qing brought many officials to greet him.

   The seven horses, headed by them, reined in the reins, and held high a scroll of silver-yellow cloth in their hands.

   The other six all dismounted and knelt down…

Then the scroll in the hands of the old Diao Temple in red is a first-grade jade scroll, made of high-quality Sanghuaifu jade silk, with embossed silver dragons of three dragons at both ends, and the back has auspicious clouds and auspicious cranes. grand.

  This is... the imperial edict!

   "Follow the will of the sage, and bear great luck!"

   Everyone here is eagerly waiting, Qingyue and Shengzi are among them.

   "Call! Lu Jing!"

   The Dali Temple Minister remained on his knees and did not move.

   Shaoqing of Dali Temple, who had come to meet Lu Jing before, stood up and hurriedly entered the Dali Temple.

  The faces of many academies, Guozijian, teachers and disciples of various academies in the field were already showing joy.

   "Since Lu Jing is summoned, it must be a happy event. If you want to convict Lu Jing, you only need to pass the decree to the Dali Temple. Why do you need the imperial decree to come in person?"

   Just when everyone here dared not look up.

  Someone walked slowly, step by step, without the slightest panic.

  People who were some distance from the gate of Dali Temple saw a handsome young man walking slowly.

   "It's Mr. Lu Jing..." Everyone already recognized the person.

   Even after staying in Dali Temple for twelve days.

   Lu Jing's blue robe was still spotless, without the slightest fold.

He came to the Chuanzhi Diao Temple in this way, and was about to bow down when he heard the Chuanzhi Diao Temple shout loudly: "Young gentleman Lu Jing, you have a clear-headed attitude, and you have done a good job in sweeping away the injustice for the sage. By the honor!"

   Lu Jing's face was a little surprised, he immediately stood up straight, just bowed and saluted.

   "Student Lu Jing, even though he is young, he has high ambitions, a pure heart, and a righteous body. Seeing Lu Jing is like seeing beautiful mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon are shining!

  Lu Jing obeys the holy words and kills the evildoers, but it is to restore the clean air of the world, to promote the righteousness of justice, and it is not a crime! "

   "However, the Holy Word should not be used lightly. Once the Holy Word has been published, the sun and the moon must be seen clearly, the mountains and rivers must be clear, and it cannot be sustained by half blood. Since then, it will not be an example."

The word    comes out.

   The people here immediately shouted the word "Holy Monarch", Lu Jing also respectfully saluted, and his expression became softer.

  The many officials of Dali Temple behind him were finally relieved.

   When the Dali Temple Minister kowtowed, there was even a heartfelt smile on his face.

  Everyone knows that this matter has finally come to an end.

   But he saw that Diao Temple that Chuanzhi did not accept the imperial decree, but waited for more than ten breaths, until the voices of the people gradually subsided.

   His voice came again.

   "Mr. Lu Jing, Sage Emperor Tianzhao, I ordered you to take a rest today, and someone will take you into the palace tomorrow.

  The Holy Monarch also wants to see you, a righteous young man! "

  Tian Zhao came to this point. After Lu Jing respectfully saluted, Diao Temple, who passed the decree, got on his horse and walked away together with the other six martial arts monks who escorted the imperial decree.

  Lu Jing stood there and took a deep breath.

   Everyone also got up at this moment and looked at Lu Jing from a distance.

  Lu Jing couldn't help but smile when he saw so many simple people at the entrance of Dali Temple.

   "The kind and simple people, whether in my past life or this life, are the same."

  Lu Jing took a deep breath, spread his arms wide, and then folded his palms back and forth, leaning over to salute.

   "Sir, why do you have to salute us?"

   "Although Mr. is young, he has a righteous heart. He is a kind person, and he has saved so many children. We should salute you..."

   "Sir, look..."

   Someone pointed out, and many adults turned sideways.

  I saw behind them, there were seven or eight young servants in green clothes leading, maybe forty or fifty children, standing behind them.

   The frontmost of these forty or fifty children is the older brother and sister.

  Lu Jing hesitated, not knowing what to do.

   But a seven- or eight-year-old child ran over and said to Lu Jing, "Sir, I have read and understood a lot of things. I thank you sir for our brothers and sisters."

   This child salutes like this.

   Most of the children in the distance seem to be a little afraid of life, and because of their childhood experiences, they are afraid that many people will watch and refuse to come.

   But even so, although there are doubts and puzzles in their eyes... but there is not much fear.

   Only the brother and sister still dared not look directly at Lu Jing, and this was human nature.

  Because of this, Lu Jing's face that originally had a light smile turned into a smile.

  I don't know when, Zhong Yubai walked up to him and said softly, "Don't worry, one day, all these children will know your kindness."

  Lu Jing smiled casually and said, "I don't care about kindness, I just hope they don't fear me even if they don't appreciate me."

  Zhong Yubai said: "What you do in March and April will not come to fruition until August and September..."

   He persuaded Lu Jing like this, and then he turned his head to think about it again, and said with a smile, "But Lu Jing...you know...you are already famous as Taixuan?"

  Lu Jing turned sideways.

  Zhong Yubai looked up and down at Lu Jing, and said sincerely: "The name of Lu Jing, a righteous young man, is already well known in this Taixuan Beijing. I don't know how many people came to ask about the painting you left in the Dihua Pavilion.

  A random piece of your cursive script is worth hundreds of gold. If you save it seriously, like the pair of pine and cypress characters you gave me, I will sell it and you will get a thousand gold.

  Mr. Qi wrote poems for you, and great scholars like Li Shen and Ji Yuanzhi also spoke highly of you! "

"Lu Jing, you are free today, the murder of your youth in anger will not only spread in this Taixuan Jing, but also spread all over the place, spread to many governments, spread to the Western Regions, Candle Star Mountain, Ping Ping Township, many Dragon Palaces, Zhenwu Mountain... even spread to Northern Qin!"

   Zhong Yubai's tone was enthusiastic, but the expression on his face gradually subsided.

   A voice entered Lu Jing's mind.

   "Because of this, more eyes will fall on you, and more earth-shattering favors will fall, Lu Jing... Can you hold on to your heart?"

  Lu Jing looked awe-inspiring, glanced at the child in the distance, remembered Mr. Si's writing and ink, remembered his own sword qi, and remembered the past life "the mountains are like the sea, the setting sun is like blood"...

   So Lu Jingzheng nodded.

  Zhong Yubai encouraged Lu Jingdao: "Look at the doubts of others like a ghost fire, and walk with your heart."

  —

   Yuxing Island, at night.

  A swordsman in white is sitting casually on a giant tree.

   It seems that there is no winter on this island. At this time, the storm is raging, and the thunder is fierce.

   The swordsman in white was very handsome, and there were two or three strands of sword energy entangled between his fingers.

   Sword Qi is flying around, even though the moon is still hanging high in the sky, it has attracted wind and rain in the sky.

   At this moment, a barefoot woman with a sword appeared from the void, and the bright moon was right behind her, as if she came from the bright moon.

   The woman looked down at the white-robed swordsman, and said softly, "You have been raising swords for more than twenty years, and now you are going to Taixuan to see the vast holy spirit, discuss with many seniors in Beijing, and sharpen your sharpness."

   There was some anticipation in the eyes of the white-robed swordsman, but then it became tasteless.

   He shook his head and said, "Master... that fall into immortality, with the power of my Yuxing Island..."

  The woman in the bright moon interrupted him: "My strength is not enough, but you are different."

   The white-robed swordsman sighed, a little bit hurt: "I only want to practice swordsmanship, but I don't want to take risks, especially such unnecessary risks."

   The woman's expression changed slightly, and she whispered: "You must go, everyone in the world says I am the great master of kendo on Yuxing Island, but I still have a name."

   "My name is... Mingyue Slave."

   Yesterday, I wrote 10,000 words, and I went to bed at five in the morning. Today, I only have more than 6,000 words.

   Although it is a holiday, I still have to be on duty. The unit code word is painful, the keyboard and screen are hard to say, and the typing speed plummets.

   Mr. Qi's poem was written by myself, lightly sprayed, and the title is quoted from Shi Tiesheng's famous sentence.

   (end of this chapter)