Today I hold the world

"Anbang Guangqing, He Taiyongchang, Respect and Shounen, Zixu Tiancheng~" The old and peaceful voice said something in the quiet ancestral hall. The owner of the voice was a hunched old man with his hands behind his back, wearing white burlap Under the candlelight, his eyes were slightly open, staring at the spirit cards of the ancestors in front of him. Standing behind him was his eldest son Zhong Xuning, with his hair tied tightly, his eyebrows straightened, and his robes were light and thin, looking like a Confucian scholar.

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"Take... the purple character." After a moment of silence, the old man gave the answer Zhong Xuning wanted.

When Zhong Xuning heard it, his face showed joy, he hesitated to speak, and asked after a while: "What is the last word?"

The not tall old figure turned around, stared at his eldest son, and said firmly, "Yan."

The thunder flashed outside the window, making Zhong Xuning dizzy, and regained consciousness in the blink of an eye. He repeated the word the old man opposite him said just now.

"Yan~yan~Ziyan~Zhong Ziyan, Dad, you..." Zhong Xuning, who was still happy just now, turned pale and stared in surprise.

Zi Nai was born with a high status, known as "Dragon Qi". It was passed down from five generations of the Zhong family, and it was the turn of Zhong Xuning's son to usher in the word "Zi". Name 'Zi Yan'.

The ancients had a saying that purple would seize the glory, but now the political parties in the country are chaotic and the feudal towns are divided. As an important minister of the court, how could Zhong Xuning not know the significance of his father's move.

Five years since the new emperor ascended the throne, natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued everywhere. In the north, there has been a three-year drought, starvation is everywhere, and the people have to eat their children. In the south, floods are rampant, and water animals are in chaos. How would this fatuous emperor respond? At this time of his death, Zhong Xuning never thought that his father would seek rebellion.

Zhong Xuning calmed down slowly, and said coldly, "Father, my Zhong family has been favored by the emperor. Even if all the ministers in the court want to overthrow Jiang Guo, we can't have a rebellious heart." He is no longer Zhong Tianmo's son, but the head of the Zhong family.

Mr. Zhong expected his son to have such emotions, so he just waved his hands slowly, with a hoarse voice, and said with a wry smile: "It's not what you think, in fact, all of this is for the children, as for you and my father and son... let this wind and rain drift away." The big ginger, let's be buried with him."

Zhong Xuning became confused, thinking that the old father was going to rebel? This night, one father and one son finalized the fate of the entire Zhong family. In the middle of the night, the father and son opened the door and walked out of the ancestral hall together.

Three years later, the Jiang Kingdom was destroyed and a new dynasty was established. The prestigious Zhong family was massacred overnight. No one knew why. With the establishment of the new dynasty, this disaster gradually disappeared in the Gossip in the countryside.

Another 14 years later, a poor scholar surnamed Zhong appeared in the beggar's nest in Xincheng, Jiangbei. Knowledge of books and rituals.

The neighbors all suspect that this scholar is either a fool or a liar. All the scholars who are really capable are going to take the examination for fame, so how can they have time to hang out with beggars all day long.

Recently, I heard that people often disappeared near Yanbo Temple. Yesterday, a girl named Miao Miao was lost in the beggar's nest. The scholar was worried about the safety of the students, so he decided to find her without much hesitation. After breakfast, he set out on his way.

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There are many temples in Jiangbei, and there are more than a dozen large and small around Guangxin City. If you ask today’s young people if they have heard of Yanbo Temple, most of them must have never heard of it, because it is a deserted temple, as early as a hundred years ago. It was dilapidated before, and some fox ghost legends were only chatted by the older generation after dinner.

Near noon, the sun is mild, the autumn wind is bleak, and there are still more than ten miles away from Yanbo Temple. The scholar is sitting on a wooden pile by the side of the mountain road, looking at the higher mountain in the distance, surrounded by clouds and mist. , and recited a sentence: "The ancient temple is cloudy and bright, and the empty mountain has a deep sword."

After resting enough, the scholar stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks, and lifted the kitchen knife wrapped around his left waist, and a special wooden sign with the words 'Zhong Ziyan' written on it hung on his right waist.

This trip was not a sudden decision. It is rumored that Yanbo Temple's recent disappearance is due to a group of bandits who specialize in killing people and stealing goods. Zhong Ziyan has practiced some martial arts since childhood, and three or five people can still win All in all, but fists and kicks are not as sharp as weapons, just in case you take a kitchen knife by your side.

After this winter, Zhong Ziyan will be full. When he is in full bloom and scolding Fang Qiu, it's a pity that he can't see any bookishness from his face. What's more is just a tired face of working hard for a living and suffering from cold and heat.

Occasionally, his eyes are bright and radiant, but they will also dim in an instant. What the long-dead parents hoped for him to carry, and what he can carry, there is a world of difference.His birth and his current situation are like a person's past life and present life, a gap that cannot be crossed.

However, a man can take a lot of effort, not to mention that he has read books, and the secrets hidden deep in his heart can't overwhelm this young man for the time being. Zhong Ziyan has his own way to relieve pressure. Teaching those little beggars to read is the most effective kind of.

She twisted her waist twice to relieve the numbness, and muttered: "Miao Miao, Miao Miao, please don't let anything happen to you, or your husband will die of grief." Zhong Ziyan Walking along the mountain road with big strides, he was almost seven feet tall.

The unnamed mountain where Yanbo Temple is located is a place where some mountain woodcutters often go up and down. As the saying goes, they rely on mountains to eat mountains, and rely on water to eat water. The pheasants and hares in the mountains, medicinal herbs and stone mines, etc. are the mountain treasures they rely on for survival.

There are many mountain roads on this unnamed mountain. The widest one is due to the villagers’ woodcutters walking too much. It is said that when Yanbo Temple was still prosperous in the past, official carriages would go up the mountain every day, but it was all hundreds of miles. What happened many years ago, now this mountain road is gradually narrowing.

Zhong Ziyan walked on this avenue. A gentleman acts in an upright way. Naturally, the road is wide. When resting on the hillside before, the observation distance is not too far from here. Walking down more than ten miles, it is already In the evening, this is really strange.

It was rainy in autumn, and seeing the sky getting darker and darker, dark clouds covering the top of the head, it was going to rain, Zhong Ziyan stepped up the mountain, there was still a distance from the mountainside, when he came out earlier, he forgot to bring an umbrella, and he was afraid of rain later.

Even though he was running on the road, he was still drenched for a while, the sky thundered, the rain fell in a patter at first, and then it was crackling, Zhong Ziyan put the burden on his back to protect his chest, bent over and ran fast, the fog was heavy , and soon saw the outline of Yanbo Temple.

Arriving near the temple, I didn't bother to look carefully, just glanced at the tall stone platform next to the courtyard gate, with the words "Yanbo Temple" written on it, and then went straight through the dilapidated courtyard gate, and ran into the main hall, which was ventilated on all sides. There are several large holes on the top floor leaking rainwater, and the big Buddha statue that should have been placed has been turned into scattered stones, indescribably ruined.

There are side rooms on both sides of the main hall. Since the side walls of the side rooms have not been taken care of all year round, the stone pillars and stones inside are exposed, and some of them have fallen to the ground. Zhong Ziyan walked around and found that the side room on the east side is slightly better than the side room on the west side. One point, at least the half of the wall near the lobby is complete, and there is no rain leaking above the head, so he sat down.

"Zhong Ziyan, you don't bring an umbrella when you go out, don't you deserve to be drenched?"

He taunted himself, he was relieved after checking that the dry food was not wet, went to the lobby outside to find a pile of hay and wood boards, took them back to the east side room, set fire to dry clothes, and was in a daze while eating the dry food.

The night was dark, under the moonlight, the rain gradually stopped, and the clothes had been dried. Zhong Ziyan put on his clothes and planned to explore other places in the temple. He got up and buried the fire with soil. There were not many planks and dead grass picked up. , have to save some use.

As soon as he left the gate of the main hall, there was a rumbling sound of thunderclouds in the sky, which made Zhong Ziyan's eardrums hurt. Judging from the sound, the place where the thunder fell was far away from here, but I don't know why it can have such a trembling power.

Zhong Ziyan didn't think much about it. Under the moonlight, his vision was not so blurred. After walking out of the main hall and stepping into the backyard, he realized that the Yanbo Temple was really grand. The backyard he thought was actually just the middle courtyard. Both the north and the south are located, and some are even three-story stone buildings, which pass through the middle courtyard and come to the back yard. This place is much more low-key, and the houses are about the same size, but the yard is wider than the front yard and the middle yard.

All the buildings that come into my eyes are only dilapidated and dilapidated, and none of them are intact. Zhong Ziyan walked around the backyard and found nothing special, except that there is a complete Buddha statue in one of the slightly larger meditation rooms. There was nothing surprising, so I went back to the middle courtyard, and when I was about to go back to the front yard through the middle courtyard, I heard the cry of a girl.

"Miao Miao?"

That's right, isn't that the voice of Miao Miao? Zhong Ziyan immediately turned around and looked around, shouting Miao Miao.

The source of the sound was difficult to discern for a while, Zhong Ziyan listened calmly, and found that it was coming from the backyard, so he turned back to the backyard, searched through the houses, but still did not see anyone, and finally stopped at the Zen room where the complete Buddha statue stood, By this time the crying had died down.

Zhong Ziyan stared at the complete Buddha statue and kept observing. The strangest thing here is this Buddha statue. Why is none of the other Buddha statues intact? Repair traces are difficult for ordinary people to find at a glance.

Looking at the Buddha statue from top to bottom, from head to toe, and finally his eyes fell on the Buddhist altar at the foot of the Buddha statue. Pushing away the stone plate and the Buddha statue, a cave hidden under it was discovered.

The moment the Buddha statue was moved away, there was a bloody air, which was mixed with coldness, which made the hairs stand on end. Zhong Ziyan shuddered, and there was a trace of inexplicable fear in his heart. At this moment, there was another cry, He couldn't tell who it was, Zhong Ziyan regarded her as Miao Miao at the moment.

Trying to restrain the fear in his heart, Zhong Ziyan took out a candle and blew on it, held the kitchen knife in his hand, and walked slowly.