Shao Song - Vol 2.4 Chapter 32

1

In the autumn of Tokyo, people come and go, the city is noisy, and it is very prosperous.

But in Gyeongbokgung Palace, there was silence. When everyone walked, they were light-handed and cautious, lest they would be alarmed. It was only because the old Zhao Song official family felt cold, and the illness became more and more serious during these few days, and even became bedridden. Within a day, he was comatose for most of the time.

When the officials were sober, announced a group of old officials into the hall. Zhao Jiu saw that there was a look of sadness and fear on everyone’s faces, and he couldn’t help coughing twice, and forced a smile: “Everyone loves Qing, life and death, don’t have to be sad. I know this body by myself, it must be impossible…”

The officials intermittently confessed a lot of words, and made arrangements for what happened to them one by one. The officials nodded again and again, and they all wept.

After a while, the official said again: “I am a little tired… Zhengfu…”

Yang Yizhong went out and bowed his head: “The old minister is…”

The official family said: “Zhengfu stays…All the love, let’s step back.”

After saying this, the official closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

I don’t know how long it has passed, the official coughed a few times.

“Zhengfu, talk to me…”

Yang Yizhong couldn’t help crying, and it was even more shocking to see the ruddy color on the official face gradually. Yang Yizhong nodded the **** team nearby, and the **** squad lightly waved his hand, leading all the court ladies and eunuchs to retreat.

The official family stared at the candlelight swaying slightly not far away, speechless for a long while.

“I had a dream yesterday…”

The voice of the official house floated in the dark night candlelight, faintly audible.

In Yang Yizhong’s tearful eyes, the official continued to say: “I dreamt that I went to a place yesterday, that is another world…”

Yang Yizhong just silently listened to the officials there talking about the world that is different from the present world.

In that world, artificial iron birds are flying in the sky…

In that world, there are four-wheeled vehicles running on the ground. They are not pulled by horses. Instead, they run tirelessly after drinking something called gasoline…

In that world, most men don’t have beards…

In that world, women wear less than men in summer…

Yang Yizhong stopped talking, and finally couldn’t help asking: “Dare to ask officials, is there a hot air balloon in that world?”

The official coughed several times, his eyes blurred, “naturally…”

That night, the officials woke up and slept, slept and woke up.

The official said at last: “Meng wakes up and I don’t know if I am a guest…I…I…I really want to go back to my dream to see the world…”

Yang Yizhong has long been crying.

Three days later, Zhao Song’s official family and Cangzhou Zhao Jiu closed their eyes forever, and never opened them again.

A few months later, in the Mingdao Palace in Weizhen County, Bozhou, Huainan East Road, Song Dynasty.

Yang Yizhong’s blue-clothed wooden updo stands beside Jiulong Well. It turned out that Yang Yizhong decided to practice in Mingdao Palace despite the persuasion of his old wife and his children and grandchildren. The family tried to persuade him to no avail, so he had to send Yang Yizhong to the Mingdao Palace on East Huainan Road.

Since then, there has been an old way in Mingdao Palace.

Strangely, Yang Yizhong always hobbled around the Jiulong Well, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was saying.

Spring comes and summer, another year is autumn. Yang Yizhong, dressed as a Taoist priest, was staring at the inside of Jiulongjing in a daze. Suddenly, the old man rubbed his eyes and found that there seemed to be a dog lying in the well. But I was dim-eyed and couldn’t help but hold on to the guardrail, leaning over to look carefully…

but unexpectedly slipped and fell into the well…

I don’t know how long it took, Yang Yizhong only felt sore all over, and found that he was still lying in the well.

He rubbed his eyes, rolled over and sat up. Nine Dragons Wells are said to be wells, but they are not deep. Yang Yizhong moved his hands and feet, using both hands and feet, and crawled out.

Mingdao, the shadows of the trees in the palace were whirling, and the birds were singing, but no one was seen.

An iron bird roared and flew over Yang Yizhong’s head.

2

Autumn breeze is rustling, the sun is warm and the setting sun, in the afternoon, in a classical garden in Bozhou, Huaixi, it is full of light and shadow, and the air is refreshing and warm.

However, because it is the afternoon of a working day, not many people can empathize with such a beautiful scenery. In fact, in this landscape garden dominated by Taoist culture, there is only a small backpacker who bought a ticket to enter, but he was still sleeping on the bench with his face covered with a book, with his head up and sitting there dozing off.

“Wow…pop!”

Suddenly, as the autumn wind tightened sharply, a thin book of “Chinese Political Gains and Losses in Past Dynasties” slid directly from the face of the young male tourist to the ground, and was swept away by the wind several steps away. The person immediately became sober, but instinctively went to look at the backpack on his bench, and waited for him to confirm that he hadn’t lost anything before looking for his book.

But at this moment, an elderly Taoist priest who was dragging a big broom came out from nowhere, leaned over to help pick up the books on the ground, and dragged the big broom to sit on the bench, and then looked around. I started this book…Autumn breeze, blue-clothed wooden bun, pale face and white hair, surprised the young man who had just woke up.

However, when the young man looked carefully, he caught a glimpse of the XL logo on the collar of the lower robe behind the other’s bun, but he was relieved, and then he laughed secretly in his heart, mocking himself for being suspicious.

It turned out that this is Bozhou Guoyang, where it is known as the hometown of Laozi. The garden here is built on the Laozi Temple. It is common to encounter Taoist priests.

“It’s really rare to see young people who read books seriously these days.” After flipping through a few pages, it might be because they couldn’t see clearly or could not understand at all. The old Taoist soon separated the book with his mouthful of Huaixi accent. The backpack was handed back. “In fact, it’s politics. It’s the same since ancient times. Just know the general idea, but the specific things are useless. You read this book right.”

“Thank you… um… Taoist.” The young man took the book back, but he got stuck because of the title problem. “It looks like on the train, don’t look at it.”

“It’s quite modest.” After hearing the answer, the old Taoist became more and more chatty. “Where is the young man from? How old? Why are you interested in coming to our Laozi Temple?”

“Locals, twenty-one.” The young man said casually, and the local flavor of Huaixi gradually came to be in Mandarin. “I just graduated from college and work. I go home to do something. The train leaves at night. I know it’s quiet, so I just come here to spend it.”

“Twenty-one is good!” The old Taoist said with emotion. “Young! You don’t know, our Guoyang is the hometown of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu Temple has a long history, but it is a pity that there are few local people and even fewer young people. It is rare for you…”

Before he finished his words, the young man couldn’t help but laughed: “Dao Master, I’m a local. You just fooled a foreigner with your words. Why do you fool me? Who doesn’t know that Laozi’s hometown is Luyi next door? Fake?”

The old Taoist priest was even more embarrassed when he heard the words.

The young man was probably boring, and he didn’t let the other party mean it. Instead, he couldn’t ask: “What do you mean by Dao Chang? We are real here, and Luyi’s is fake? The Laozi Temple over there is from the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, one layer upon another, cultural relics and historic sites emerged one after another. The iron pillars in front of the door have a history of one thousand years…”

“We didn’t say that Luyi was a fake.” The old Taoist replied embarrassedly, holding the big broomstick. “But our Guoyang is not necessarily true… the two places are so close together. In ancient times, Luyi belonged to Bozhou. Guoyang was a newly built county that was only a century old, so why bother to distinguish it?”

The young man suddenly smiled again: “This is a truth, it’s all by the Guohe River. Maybe I was a family when I was alive.”

“That’s it!” The old Taoist finally breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s meaningless to put things like true and false in history. Let’s say Laozi’s hometown refers to the birthplace of Li Er. Luyi can be the place of worship in the past. They are all true to each other. ?”

The young people nodded perfunctorily, but were disdainful in their hearts…To put it bluntly, the ghosts care where I was born, and the dispute over Laozi’s hometown is obviously about tourism resources and local cultural confidence. The old Taoists talk like this, even if there is a bit of arguable reason. But the governments of the two places definitely don’t recognize it! The Luyi government, which holds a large number of real cultural relics and historical sites, even more denies it!

Moreover, this Taoist priest is not a serious Taoist priest. He can’t be said to be a cleaner, but also a lazy and slippery cleaner… Otherwise? A Taoist priest who opens his mouth and closes his ears. Doesn’t he respect him at all? Then on a windy day, carrying a broom in the garden, pretending to be fooled by whom?

However, it seems that he could see the perfunctory meaning of the young people, and the old Taoist said again and again: “Young people don’t believe it…we also have real cultural relics in Guoyang. The Jiulongjing in the Meteor Garden is a Spring and Autumn Antiquities verified by experts. , Just one mouthful, if you don’t believe me, go and take a look.”

The young man shook his head again and again, just got up and picked up his backpack to go… As a local, what does he know? The so-called Nine-Dragon Well, they also have one on the other side of Luyi, but to be honest, don’t talk about the Guoyang side, it’s the one on Luyi side. Does the ghost know if it has anything to do with Daozu?

“The young man, wait a minute!” Seeing this, the old Dao became even more anxious, so he just got up and spoke the truth with a broomstick. “There was a dog in the Jiulong Well over there, and the leg hurts, so we can’t reach the broom. It is reasonable to say that the well is very wide, only one person deep, but we will not be able to get up when we get older, so we have to trouble young people. People help out.”

The young man was speechless for a while: “Dao Master said it early!”

“Isn’t this afraid that you won’t agree?” The old Taoist also felt embarrassed, but he directly led the way with his broomstick. “Young people are hard to talk now. And we didn’t want to care about this dog, but his family knows us well, and often invites us to dinner. Now his family is not there, we are always embarrassed to leave the dog under the well and just leave it alone. …”

In 　　 babbled words, the two of them were walking one after another towards the spring and autumn historic site, the so-called Jiulong Well in the Meteor Garden. When I arrived at the place, I saw a well-protected ancient well, with a pavilion built on it, and there was a plaque of the world’s first pavilion… But the old way led the young people to the auxiliary well.

It is said that it is an auxiliary well, but it is to make up the eight new wells that were forcibly built to make up the allusions of Jiulongjing when I was born. They are not monuments, but are made of cement, with a cement back cover, a radius of two meters and a depth of less than two meters…not so much. Well, it is better to say that it is a wide-mouthed cement pit.

Let’s say that the young man followed the old way to one of the wells and stretched out his head to see that there was a little pug lying motionless at the bottom of the well as deep as one person, but occasionally kicked his legs to show that it was still alive, and the puppies were still alive. There is a pile of coins, copper coins and other blessings.

Seeing this shape, the young man just frowned slightly, and immediately put down his backpack and jumped down. However, when he supported the edge of the well with his hands, he felt unwilling to help this little favor in his heart, as if this time. Going down the well will kill people.

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“To save and not to save, to go and not to go, are you fooling the world?!”

“How can a dog get involved with the world?” The young man frowned instantly.

“No matter what, since I have responded to my words, I have to speak honestly, right?” The old man scolded vigorously with his broomstick. “Young people look forward and backward, but still don’t talk about integrity, how will they enter society in the future?!”

The young man was just about to say that he had found a job and he was a social man, but the old man suddenly raised his broomstick, pushed hard, and easily pushed him into the well.

3

After the young man fell into the well, Lao Dao quickly climbed the edge of the well with both hands and looked into the well. But there was still the young man in the well, even the dog was gone, only the young man’s backpack was lying quietly at the bottom of the well.

The old Dao looked at the backpack in a daze, tears gushing out of his eyes. The old Dao grabbed the ground with his head, and repeatedly bowed his head towards Jiulongjing: “The officials should forgive the sins, the old officials should be cut. The Song Dynasty can have no old officials, but he can’t live without an official…”

A few days later, Lao Dao, carrying a young man’s backpack, stood in front of Nine Dragon Well, and bowed down and bowed down: “The official family, the Song Dynasty will be handed over to the official family… the parents of the official family, the old ministers of their own have gone to serve… ”

After finishing speaking, the old Dao knocked his head into Jiulongjing again, got up and walked down the mountain…