Chapter 1267 1267: A battle to determine the southwest (4) [Please vote]
On the way up the mountain, Cui Zhi secretly observed the scribe beside him.
The age of Wenxin scribes cannot be roughly judged from their appearance. At first glance, a young scribe in his twenties may actually be in his late teens or early 80s. The same goes for the scribe next to him. He has an upright appearance and a calm and tranquil temperament. There is nothing crazy about the cultists of the Eternal Life Sect. His eyes are like the waves of the river in the dark night.
Such a magnanimous temperament cannot be cultivated by someone who is not born in a high position or who has always been in a high position. Cui Zhi couldn't help but feel a little curious: "Mr. Cui Mouguan has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, and he actually believes in the Eternal Life Religion." Those external heresies that deceive people’s minds?”
The sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers are not static.
How dare a mere mortal dream of immortality?
It’s a pity that such a charming person is serving as a pawn for the Eternal Life Sect, and is secretly casting her pearls in the face. When Cui Zhi closed his eyes, he was shocked to find that there was nothing beside him, and he could not feel the other person's breath at all. He guessed that the other party was either a master of internal martial arts, or a wizard who was good at condensing his aura. With such ability, he may not be able to detect someone who touches him quietly, so he deserves to be wary.
The scribe did not answer immediately.
He looked at the winding mountain road extending up. For some reason, his heart palpitated uncomfortably, as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, and the owner of that hand was condescendingly admiring his gaffe. The scribe closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling strange in his heart.
The scribe said: “I don’t believe it.”
Cui Zhi seemed not to have expected this answer.
"If you don't believe it, why did you gather a crowd to surround the mountain?"
The scribe frankly admitted: "Of course it is to survive."
"To survive? Then you choose to gather a crowd to rebel? The Yongsheng Cult has incited the common people and shaken the foundation of the country, and has committed countless crimes. However, it is a group of incompetent mobs. I am afraid that the attempt will be in vain and Qing Qing's life will be lost." Cui Zhi was filled with anger. The plague in Tianqing County can only be blamed on the local government's incompetence. However, the turmoil was so big that it directly killed my mother-in-law, but it was inseparable from the intensifying rebellion of the Eternal Life Sect.
"A man is born between heaven and earth, and he should have the ambition to overturn the world and reshape the world." The scribe talked to Cui Zhi to divert his increasingly obvious panic, "Guan Cui Lang is also a dragon and a phoenix among men. When you are born, when do you bend down and take a look at the world? ”
This is a mockery of Cui Zhi's ignorance of human suffering.
Cui Zhi snorted in his heart.
The scribe asked again: "Has Cui Lang ever raised rabbits?"
Cui Zhi didn't know how he mentioned this, but he continued to answer along the topic: "No, but he has a wife in the family. My daughter and I once bought two at the night market. We had no luck and bought a male and a female. After a few months of keeping them in the yard, several more litters appeared. "
This is also a warm and interesting story.
In order to curb the continued expansion of these rabbits, Cui Zhi specially ordered people to dispose of these rabbits and serve them on the table, leaving only two male rabbits to continue raising, so that his little daughter would not be able to explain when she remembered one day. I remember Cui Hui was still joking at that time: [Does the Cui family have a great business but still needs a few bites of rabbit meat? It will be the Flower Festival in a while, and they will be sold in night markets. Those girls like these snow balls the most. 】
Not only did I not lose money, I also made a small profit.
Cui Zhi said helplessly: [There is no shortage of rabbit meat, but there is also no shortage of a few coins to sell rabbits. Wouldn't it be a joke to sell them? 】
【As long as you don’t have the word Cui Zhishan carved on your face, even if the buyer knows your face, they won’t dare to associate you with the head of the Cui family. ] Cui Hui picked up one of the surviving rabbits and rubbed his cheek with its snow-white fur.
Thinking of this, his mood finally became less bitter.
Cui Zhi's mind was full of the past, but the scribe beside him did not notice it, but thought to himself: "In order to survive, rabbits have amazing pain tolerance and endurance. Are all living beings in the world not rabbits? If there is no retreat and no endurance, who is willing to leave? The land that our ancestors have relied on for generations to become a traitor? "
The fear and pain exceed the limit, and the rabbit will scream.
The same is true for people.
Once the pain inflicted by the outside world exceeds the critical point, people often either force themselves to death or force others to death, without exception. It hasn’t come to this point, but it’s still bearable. How can the corpse-vegetarians have the dignity to ask these people why they don’t continue to tolerate it? Because the person opposite was so unfamiliar, I turned over the table.
It’s that simple.
Cui Zhi said: "Do you think the government is forcing the people to rebel?"
"If there is no way, change the sky, and if the king has no way, change the king."
Cui Zhi did not expect that there would be a riot in the crowd. There are still one or two people who are desirable, but he is curious: "Does the master know what Mr. Wang said?"
Those in power like to seek stability and meekness.
King, king, minister, father, father, son.
I don't think any master would like the people under him. His mind is full of the idea of "if there is no way in heaven, change the sky, and if the king has no way, then change the king." Who can guarantee that he will always be "righteous"? Who would be happy if he had to be replaced once he was "unruly"?
The scribe said: "That's what the master thinks."
Everyone in the civil and military circles of Kang State wrote a good review, and among them, the master who liked "I have to examine myself three times a day" was the most positive. . Even if there were no natural disasters throughout the year, he would still have to issue a "sinful edict" during the New Year to reflect on why various weird indicators were not achieved this year, such as per capita clothing, per capita food, per capita housing... He once suspected that the talent did not come because there were too many people. roll.
A person can be an inspirational and passionate person.
A group of people crazily scrolling is the hell of social beasts.
Cui Zhi: "...Really?"
Oh, he didn't believe it.
Not only did he not believe it, but he also said something weird: "The Duke of Zhou was afraid of the day of rumors, but Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the throne. Xiangshi died at the beginning, who knows the authenticity of his life? The real perfect people are all rising stars. , I can say anything sweet.”
What you say when you don’t succeed is better than what you sing.
Once you get it, your true face begins to be revealed.
The scribe thought about his master and pointed out that he had been out for half his life and could not be considered a "rising star". However, there was no need to defend these words to a stranger. His silence sounded like some kind of unspeakable guilt in Cui Zhi's ears.
Not long after, I heard the scribe gasp again.
Cui Zhi looked sideways and saw that the scribe's handsome face was pale with almost no blood, and his tarnished lips showed clear lip lines, which made him look a bit weak. He frowned slightly, thinking that the scribe had a hidden disease.
I was thinking about whether I should avoid him to avoid being framed, but I still said a few false words: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"
For God's sake, I didn't do anything.
Is this person trying to frame himself?
The scribe rubbed his heart and found it difficult to raise his brows.
The voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with mist at some point: "For some reason, I felt uncomfortable as soon as I arrived here."
As the severe pain deepened, the knife and fan in his hand fell to the ground. .
Cui Zhi took half a step back to the side and looked around but found no clues. He said: "Cui has an open life and disdains to do things like hurting people in the back. Mr. Cui's heartache has nothing to do with Cui. It doesn’t matter.”
The scribe twitched his lips.
It's quite quick to get rid of it. "Cui Langleiluo, I can be trusted." He took several deep breaths in succession, bent down to pick up the fallen fan of swords, held back the almost uncontrollable tears from an angle that Cui Zhi couldn't see, and pretended to be calm, "I would like to ask, why did Ling Yue die?"
Since we are offering incense and condolences, we naturally want to understand the basic situation. To avoid having to enter the mourning hall later to greet the deceased’s juniors and accidentally say the wrong thing and offend the host’s family. Cui Zhi also understood these human feelings and did not feel that the scribe was overstepping his bounds when he asked: "I was harmed by a bad person."
Just five words made the scribe shut up.
He was worried that if he continued to ask questions, it would be embarrassing if people told him that the villain was an immortal believer. Wouldn't he be beaten to the funeral hall by his angry family members? He sighed vaguely: "Thousands of disasters, people's livelihood is very sad, this person has passed away, Cui Langjie feels sad."
It's okay not to say it, but it also evokes Cui Zhi's sadness.
Cui Zhi is a standard child of a wealthy family. He has been cared for by three or four wet nurses since he was born. In his memory, his mother was always cold to him. She was always concerned about how her husband was doing, how the family was doing, and how the general affairs were. No matter how talented Cui Zhi is in academics, very little attention is really given to Cui Zhi as a whole. Mother and son want to get close to each other, but there is always an invisible gap between them.
When he grew up, he was more than respectful to his mother, but not close enough.
My mother never talked to him, let alone enlightened him.
However, mother-in-law is different.
He felt in the other person the tenderness between an ordinary mother and son, not so many cold and alienating rules, not so many frowning trade-offs of interests, just a mother and a son. Her explanation may not solve the actual problem, but it can allow Cui Zhi to take a breath and prevent it from breaking.
Cui Zhi came back to his senses, his eyes already wet.
Sighed and wiped away the tears: "I'm so embarrassed, sir, I'll make you laugh."
The other party doesn't know your true identity anyway, so it's not that shameful to cry in front of you. Cui Zhi could already see Qingshui Temple at the end of his sight, and led the scribes inside to the side hall where the spirit was suspended. At the door, the scribe used the mountain spring water to purify his hands and took three sticks of incense from Cui Zhi. The mourning hall is simple and simple, with a small coffin standing alone in the middle. There is no one here to guard the crying soul...
Cui Zhi guessed who he was looking for by looking at his eyes and explained: "My mother-in-law was the abbot of this nunnery during her lifetime. She took in many homeless women and children and abandoned baby girls. After the disaster, she also took in sick refugees. , most of them are arranged in the more spacious backyard. The rice grain in the nunnery is at the bottom, and the mountain wife should go to appease them..."
The scribes were even more impressed after hearing this.
For some reason, when he was in this cold mourning hall, the frequent heart palpitations on the way up the mountain disappeared without a trace, as if they had never happened. The scribe looked at this simple coffin and shed tears unconsciously. He even forgot to light incense. Cui Zhi was confused when he saw it. People who didn't know better thought that the scribe's mother-in-law was lying in the coffin.
Even if you are acting, you don’t have to work so hard.
Cui Zhizheng was about to remind him when the scribe suddenly asked.
"Why is there no memorial tablet in the Ling Yue Ling Hall?" There are only a few sacrifices on the offering table, but the most important memorial tablet is not installed?
Cui Zhi said: "This is my mother-in-law's advice."
Unexpectedly, the scribe's reaction was particularly loud: "Why?"
Cui Zhi also asked Cui Hui if he needed it. He was required to set up a memorial tablet for his mother-in-law, but Cui Hui said that this was his late mother's last wish: "Maybe... I want to be an unknown person in the palace of the king of hell." My mother-in-law made mistakes in her early years and did some unforgivable things in her life. She has tried hard to make amends over the years and is still depressed. She feels guilty and wants to use this behavior to atone for her past sins. As a younger generation, she cannot disobey her elders' last wishes. . "Although these crimes are nothing in the eyes of the Cui family head, he was forced to turn into a bandit because of his livelihood.
The world is like this, how can you blame those who are seeking to survive?
But in his heart he doubted the scribe beside him.
The other party's reaction was too strange.
What tears were shed in his mother-in-law’s mourning hall?
“I can’t light this incense.”
Cui Zhi took a look and said, “Maybe it was damaged by moisture due to improper storage.”
All in all, send people down the mountain as soon as possible.
The scribe dried three incense sticks with Wen Qi and lit them smoothly.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall. Cui Zhi recognized Cui Hui as soon as he heard it, turned around and said, "Where is Kewu?"
Of course he turned around and didn't see the scribe. A sudden stiffness in the back.
Cui Huidao: "Something happened in the back hall."
She looked at the scribe's back and felt vaguely familiar, so she asked Cui Zhi with her eyes. Cui Zhi gave her a calm and calm response. She was just here to express condolences. Knowing this purpose, the ice color on Cui Hui's face faded a lot.
At this time, the couple discovered that the scribe always had his back to the door of the side hall, his back to Cui Hui, and his face to the coffin. Cui Hui couldn't see it from his angle, but Cui Zhi's position could clearly see that the scribe was distracted. The hot incense ash fell from the top and hit the scribe's wrist, causing red marks immediately. The whole figure seemed to have had its soul taken away, as if it were a puppet standing in a daze, which looked so weird.
Cui Zhi raised his hand and put it on the hilt of the sword on his waist.
The cultist in front of him behaved erratically, and he did not look like a good person in any way. If he suddenly attacked in his mother-in-law's mourning hall... Thinking of this possibility, Cui Zhi's eyes were brewing with terrifying murderous intent. The thumb pushed open the sword grid little by little, and pulled out a sharp sword blade.
The atmosphere was so stagnant that it was hard to breathe.
Cui Hui's heart suddenly started beating wildly, and there were vague signs of losing control. She stepped forward, wanting to take a closer look at the person, but before her outstretched hand could reach him, Cui Zhi pressed down forcefully.
"Ke Wu?"
"Ke Wu..."
"How can you be Ke Wu?"
The ghostly voice came from The words overflowed from the scribe's throat, from blurry to clear, from doubt to madness, and he kept murmuring Cui Hui's name. Cui Zhi was naturally unhappy, but he was even more puzzled about this person's identity and why he could make Ke Wuye lose his composure.
Suddenly, a ridiculous idea jumped out.
Could it be that he is...
Before Cui Zhi could say anything about the speculation in his throat, the scribe suddenly turned around, revealing a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes, and his facial features and muscles were affected by emotions. Twitching from time to time. It can also be seen from the details that the owner is extremely tolerant.
He pointed at the coffin and asked sternly: "Who is here?"
Cui Hui Leng had a hard face: "What do you think?"
Cui Zhi had never seen Cui Hui like this.
Even when the couple was quarreling the most fiercely, Cui Hui never showed such a cold attitude towards him. Is the scribe in front of me really that person? Unspeakable emotions rolled in Cui Zhi's chest, strangling his reason, and he could only hold on.
In other words, you cannot lose your demeanor.
Before Cui Zhi could open his mouth to test the identity of the other party, the tearful scribe in front of him spurted out a large mouthful of blood without any warning.
Staggering backward, holding on to the altar table to keep him from falling, Cui Zhi stepped forward to support him and pressed his fingers on the opponent's meridians. After a little exploration of Wen Qi, he found that the opponent's meridians were disordered. The other party said: "There is no one in front of the King of Hell's Palace...no one...no one?"
"Are you unknown?"
"What am I!"
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Remind me not to forget to open a fund activity at the end of the month_(:з ∠) _