Chapter 125: Moon (on)

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The Mid-Autumn Festival in the 62nd year of Qingyuan is the coldest Mid-Autumn Festival in the Wei Dynasty.
It has been raining since the morning, and the dark clouds are heavy. Looking at the momentum, it is necessary to continue all day long.
Lianxueshan chaos peaks and hills, controversy and rising. Due to the rain and fog, the mountain road is difficult to travel.
The carriage passed slowly on the mountain path.
Even though it is such a difficult mountain road, Lianxue Mountain is also lively all year round, because there is a spiritual temple on the mountain, called Yuhua. The incense is very strong in Yuhua Temple. It is said that anyone who worships Buddha here can do what he wants. This is an overstatement, but the Yuhua Temple has existed for a hundred years now and is a real ancient temple. Shuojing’s dignitaries and dignitaries are willing to come here to pray and recite the Scriptures every year for the sake of the family’s well-being and happiness.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Mrs. Bai Rong, the wife of the Xiao family, gave a slight glance at the outside of the car and said softly, "Quickly, before going to Yuhua Temple, you will arrive at Yuhua Temple."
"Are you hungry?" Xiao Jing asked warmly beside her.
Bai Rong shook his head slightly and looked at the carriage behind him. He was a little worried: "Huaijin..."
Xiao Jing sighed softly without speaking.
The Xiao family knew that Xiao Er did not like Mid-Autumn Festival, and even hated it.
At that time, Xiao Zhongwu died in the battle, and it will not be long before the Mid-Autumn Festival. If he was still alive at the time, he should have returned to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival feast with his family. It is a pity that before the Mid-Autumn Festival came, he died in the battle of Mingshui. The Xiao family's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was halfway through, and it ended abruptly.
Never continue.
Since the death of the Xiaos and his wife, Xiao Jue is not in Shuojing every Mid-Autumn Festival. This year is the first time he has spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in Shuojing since he took over Nanfu soldiers. The Xiao family also followed the rules of Madam Xiao when she was alive, burning incense and praying at the Yuhua Temple on the Lotus Snow Mountain in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
It's just that the weather is so bad today. Not only is there no sun, but the rain is still on.
As Bai Rongwei said, less than a pillar of Kung Fu has already seen the gate of Yuhua Temple. A monk was wearing a bucket hat to clean the fallen leaves on the ground. When the carriage of the Xiao family arrived, he put down his broom and welcomed them into the temple.
Because of the rain today, the mountain road is difficult to walk. At this time in previous years, Yuhua Temple had already been busy. Today, except for the carriage of the Xiao family, only one carriage is parked outside the mountain gate. I don’t know which lady is the lady.
Xiao Jue went with them.
It was dark in the afternoon. Although it was afternoon, it looked like it was already evening. Several people followed the monks in the temple before using the vegetarian food, and then went to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings.
Bai Rongwei and Xiao Jing went forward. When it was Xiao Jue's turn, the Tsing Yi monk reached out to stop him and said, "This donor, don't go in."
In front of Bai Rongwei and Xiao Jing turned around, Bai Rongwei asked: "Why? This is my younger brother, and we prayed together on the mountain."
The Tsing Yi monk folded his hands together, saluted her, turned to Xiao Jue, and bowed his head and said, "The donor kills too much, and the quiet place of the Buddhist temple, does not cross the heart of people."
Several people were startled.
The killing is too heavy.
60,000 people drowned in the battle of Changgu, Changcheng, is it just that the crime is too heavy? The number of Nanban who died in his hands over the years is innumerable, and it is indeed bloody.
"Master," Bai Rong was anxious. "How can Fopudu sentient beings be distinguished from high to low?"
"Despite his hands, he also saved many people's lives." Xiao Jing frowned: "Master's words are too one-sided."
The Tsing Yi monk said nothing.
"Please Master, be more forgiving," Bai Rongwei begged: "Our Xiao family is willing to add more incense and silver money, as long as my brother can also enter the Buddhist temple."
"No need." Someone's voice interrupted her.
The young man in Jinpao raised his eyes and his eyes fell in the Buddha Hall. The golden Buddha statue sat cross-legged. There was a fierce and vicious angry King Kong, as well as a peaceful day. From top to bottom, from far and near, looked down at him with pity.
The Brahma sounds curled up, the bitter sea is boundless, and the Buddha has no way to go.
He should have expected this ending.
"He can't cross me." Xiao Jue raised his mouth, "I don't want to look back."
It's not a bad idea to sink like this.
He turned and walked away: "I'm waiting for you outside."
Behind him came the cry of Bai Rongwei and Xiao Jing. He frowned a little impatiently, turned around and left everything behind.
He didn't know that after he left, the Tsing Yi monk pronounced the Buddha's trumpet and whispered: "Not necessarily missed."
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Due to the rain, the road going down the mountain is slippery than the road going up the mountain, the sky is dim, and it may be wrong to go down after praying. Tonight can only stay in Yuhua Temple.
Staying outside on Mid-Autumn Festival is also a helpless thing. The monk arranged for the house for Bai Rongwei and then retreated. Bai Rong sighed. On the table was the lunar group made by Yuhua Temple. She said to Xiao Jing: "You go and call Huai Jin, right here. Reluctantly spend the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Xiao Jing went to the door next door and knocked on the door. After a long while no one answered, she pushed the door in and the room was empty.
Xiao Jue is not in the house.
He looked at the courtyard of the temple. The rain washed the stone slabs clean and it was raining. Where did Xiao Jue go?
There is an ancient tree in the backyard of the Yuhua Temple temple. Yuhua Temple has been here since the temple was built, and I have lived for hundreds of years. The ancient wood has spirits and lush foliage, and believers who come to Shangxiang call it "the fairy tree". Fairy trees are covered with red silk ribbons, and there are prayers for the gold list, as well as flowers for the full moon. The red thread covered the branches with a layer. When it rained, there was no cover outside, and the hanging wishing strips were wetted and attached to the branches as if covered with a layer of red gauze.
The young man holding an umbrella stopped.
A red cloth fell on the ground, and yellow tassels were draped above it. It was probably too rainy, blowing the red silk down.
Xiao Jue paused, bent down and picked up the red silk.
Each piece of red silk is written with the wish of the man hanging the silk. He looked down, the left side was wet with rain, the ink traces did not show the original appearance, and there was still one left on the right side which could be seen clearly and the handwriting was crooked, It's like a three-year-old kid scribbling with a pen and writing a "look".
Look?
What to see? It’s weird, he’s tall, and he tied this weird red silk back to the tree. He deliberately found the most lush foliage inside, so that it’s not easy to get wet by rain.
Doing all this well, he raised the umbrella aside. The sachet around his waist was revealed by the action of the talent, and he froze.
The sachet is very old, dark cyan bag with gold thread embroidered with black python on it, it is flexible and exquisite, but it is too long, the stitches have been frayed and the pattern of the python is not as good Formerly true. It was deflated, like nothing was installed.
His fingertips touched the sachet, and something in his eyes sank.
The teenagers at the Xianchang Pavilion all knew that Xiao Jue had a sachet to stay away from a young age, such as Lin Shuanghe, who was naughty, and was always curious about what kind of baby was here, and later got the opportunity to it and open it, it was full A bag full of osmanthus sugar.
At that time, the second son, Xiao, was ridiculed a lot. He likes to eat sweets, and he has to carry it even when he goes to school.
As everyone knows, this was done by Mrs. Xiao himself while he was alive.
After Mrs. Xiao's death, he still carried this sachet, but there was no bulging candy in it, only one... old, dark, osmanthus candy that was no longer edible.
Xiao Jue went down the mountain at the age of fifteen and entered the Xianchang Pavilion. In his early years, he had already learned everything he had learned, so the lessons taught by his husband can be remembered just by reading it once. Sleeping in class during the day, often easily relaxed first. My husband likes it, and my classmates are envious. In the eyes of outsiders, it’s simply that I don’t know how much virtue I have accumulated in my life.
But Xiao Zhongwu treated him extremely harshly.
He was born lazy. When he was originally on the mountain, no one except Mr. Xiao Zhongwu could see. After staying down the mountain, his classmates often invited him to the reception today. Tomorrow Pear Garden is a 14-year-old boy Lang, and there is no reason not to go. Although most of the time, he just sat idly and watched, or simply slept, but in Xiao Zhongwu's eyes, he felt that this child was willing to fall and idle.
Xiao Zhongwu rebuked him, asked for family law, confiscated his moon silver, and fined him to copy books and practice martial arts.
He did it one by one, but the young man, who was recklessly engraved in his bones, was really convinced. The calmer he calmly admitted the punishment, the more Xiao Zhongwu was furious, and later, he quarreled with Xiao Zhongwu.
Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows: "What you want me to do, I have done it. Since I only look at the results, now the results are already there. Father, what are you awkward about?"
The smile on the corner of the teenager's mouth was ridiculed. In an instant, Xiao Zhongwu held the whip's hand and could no longer pull it. Xiao Jue chuckled and turned away.
That was the last time he saw Xiao Zhongwu alive.
Xiao Zhongwu took his soldiers to Nanman the next day. Soon, Mingshui died in a battle, and his death was terrible.
The coffin was transported back to Beijing. When the news came, Mrs. Xiao was making osmanthus candy for Xiao Jue in the kitchen. After receiving the news, a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar tipped over and fell to the ground, covered with dust.
A lucky surviving knelt knelt in front of Mrs. Xiao and cried, "Originally, I planned to pass Mingshui two days in advance, but the general said that Fuguan near Mingshui was rich in iron, and wanted to fight a sword for the second young master. Arguing with the second young master, hurt the second young master's heart, I hope this sword will make the second young master understand his pain. Unexpectedly...Unexpectedly..."
There was a cry of Mrs. Xiao's heartbreak in the room.
She rushed up, hit Ran Jue randomly, crying and scolding: "Why do you want to breathe with him? Why! If it weren't for you to breathe with him, he wouldn't stay in Mingshui and ambush in body. And will not die!"
He endured this terrible accusation, letting the woman's soft fists fall on him without saying a word.
how can that be possible? His father, the stern and stern, waved his whip to stay a little bit affectionate. How can a man who keeps a child on an unfamiliar mountain and does not come back once a year? He is indifferent and heartless, how can he die?
The terrible complaint continues.
"You killed him! You killed your father!"
Unbearable, he pushed his mother away: "I don't have it! Not me!"
The woman was pushed away by him and looked at him blankly, unable to bear her desperate look, Xiao Jue turned and ran out.
He did not know where he should go, nor who he was going to talk to. It was only a year since he went down to Shuojing. In a year's time, he hadn't even recognized the people in the entire Xiaofu Mansion, or even learned how to get along with his loved ones naturally.
That's it... already.
When a person is in pain, he will not shed tears. He doesn't feel pain at the moment, but is ignorant. It's like listening to a joke that can't be true, and I don't know how to react. He just felt that his steps were heavy and he dared not step forward, unable to face the desperate and sad eyes of his mother.
Many years later, Xiao Jue wondered, if he was not so timid then, stepped forward and returned to the house, wouldn’t everything happen later.
But no if.
When he went back, it was already night. Xiao Jing and Bai Rongwei have returned, and their eyes are red and swollen, as if crying, Xiao Jing, who has always been weak and polite, rushed up to punch him, grabbed his collar, and shouted at him with red eyes: "Where have you been? Why not in the house, why not stay with my mother!"
He suddenly gave birth to a sense of disgust and self-deprecation, and twitched his lips: "You and I are both sons, why don't you ask yourself if you ask me?"
"you!"
"Huaijin," Bai Rongwei sobbed: "Mother is gone."
His laugh froze.
"Mother... it's gone." Xiao Jing let go of his hand and took two steps back, covering his face and choking.
Mrs. Xiao's life was as weak as a flower that had never experienced wind and rain. When Xiao Zhongwu was alive, she was a lot of dissatisfaction with Xiao Zhongwu. Xiao Zhongwu died, and the flower withered suddenly, without nutrients, and went along.
She went so decisively, not even thinking about what to do if the two sons she left behind stay in Shuojing in the future? What should the Xiao family do? The moment she lost Xiao Zhongwu's life was meaningless, so she used a white silk silk to end her life.
The last sentence she said to Xiao Jue before she died was: You killed him, you killed your father!
This sentence will become an eternal nightmare. In the life of Xiao Jue a few years later, he often wakes him up late at night and sleeps.
He can never get rid of it.
Xiao Zhongwu and Mrs. Xiao were buried together. A few days ago, all the lanterns and canvases were prepared for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and they were replaced with white lanterns.
Everyone pushed the wall down, and the death of Xiao Zhongwu brought more blows to the Xiao family than that. Xiao Jue had to bear the same burden in the back as many guns and arrows he had received in Chaotang. What about the Nanfu soldiers, what about the Xiao family, and what is the unjustifiable guilt of the Mingshui battle.
He still did not shed a tear, did nothing, and arranged intensively. The time when he can fall asleep is getting shorter and shorter, and the time to return home is getting late.
It was late that night, Xiao Jue returned to the house. After Xiao Zhongwu's death, the people in the prefecture were dismissed a lot. Except for his personal bodyguard, he didn't need a little servant. When he felt hungry, he found that he had not eaten for a whole day.
It was too late to trouble Bai Rongwei, and Xiao Jue went to the kitchen by himself to see if there was any food left in the day to deal with it.
The stove is cold, and there is no food in the kitchen. Everyone is busy these days, so no one wants to eat. He found two buns and a bowl of pickles.
The lights were faint as if they were going to go out. There were no stools in the kitchen. The teenager was very tired. He found a corner by the wall and sat down to pick up the bowl. Suddenly, he glanced at the end of the long table, at the corner of the wall, lying With a piece of osmanthus sugar.
When the bad news of Xiao Zhongwu's death came, Mrs. Xiao was making osmanthus candy for Xiao Jue. Upon hearing this letter, a plate of osmanthus candy was overthrown. Later, it was cleaned by Xiao Xiao and it was all gone.
There is still a fish in the net, lying quietly in the corner, covered with dust.
He crawled over, carefully picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, and wiped the dust above him. The sweet smell of osmanthus came from the candy, as always sweet.
Mrs. Xiao always made sweet-scented osmanthus candy, a sweet chen, he didn't eat sweet originally.
But this is the last candy he got in the world.
There was leftover sugar paper in the sachet. He wrapped the sugar and put it back in the sachet. Pick up the bowl and take the buns.
The second son, Xiao Zun, has always been precious and precious, and loves cleanliness, but now he ignores Swen and sits down to eat. His clothes have not been changed for two days, and his belly hasn't come in. He never sees the beautiful appearance of Jin Yi Fox and Qiu.
The teenager sat back against the wall, slowly biting the buns, eating and eating, and laughed at himself. The long eyes like autumn water seemed to have a little bright light, like the embers of starlight in the long night.
It quickly disappeared.
...
Time flies without leaving any traces. The past seems to be the memories of the previous life. Those complex emotions intertwined, and finally turned into a careless smile on the lips.
It's not something that cannot pass.
He stared blankly at the sachet in his hand and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he let go and went on.
"Master." Fei Nu walked from behind. He took the umbrella, held it for Xiao Jue, and asked, "Are you going back to the temple now?"
"Go away," Xiao Jue said: "breathable."
The last ray of light dissipated, and Lianxueshan fell into darkness completely. The dense fog is filled like a fantasy in the mountains. Such a night, almost no one will go.
The rain fell down the umbrella eaves. It was not big, but it was dense and dense, like a layer of cold tulle covering the mountains.
"I don't know when the rain will stop." Fei Nu murmured.
Mid-Autumn Festival nights are mostly sunny, and such nights are rare. Xiao Jue looked up, the night was heavy, he could not see his head.
He said: "There is no moon tonight."
Without the moon, it is not as good as a man.
The mountain road is muddy and you can hear nothing but the sound of rain. The more I walked to the side, the more wooded I could see the shadow of people. Suddenly there was a rustling voice in front of him, Feinu had a meal and reminded: "Young Master."
Xiao Jue shook his head, indicating that he heard it.
It's so late, it's still raining, who will be here?
Feinu glanced forward the lantern in his hand. The rain was deep. There was a figure standing under the tree. At first, he could only see a vague shadow, probably a woman, not knowing what to do. After walking two steps forward, I saw that the woman was standing on a rock, pulling a long thing in her hands, and dragging it down.
Tied to the tree is a white silk.
This is a woman seeking death.