At this moment, the evening smoke rose in all directions, and the darkness was vast. A bright moon hung up, radiating with clear light, while a little red light slowly moved on the southern foothills.
Ye Qing carried a book basket and supported the green pines on the rocks in the mountains, walking along the mountain path intermittently.
The night is extremely cold, and the so-called roads in the mountains, although illuminated by the bright moon and torches, are also rugged and difficult to navigate.
Thirty miles in front of the mountain, most of it is a flat road, except for the five mile mountain road that is difficult to traverse right now.
When climbing up a high mountain rock, it was already the middle of the moon, with bursts of heat rising from the top and beads of sweat overflowing, forcing one to take a short rest.
Ye Qing drank some water and glanced back in the direction of Ye Fu.
In the darkness of night, a faint glow of lights could still be seen below the mountain, one of which was the most prominent, perhaps the Lou Wai Lou, the power center of the Ye Mansion!
Recalling the angry and domineering face of the wicked servant in the afternoon, Qianqian's worries turned into reality.
In his previous life, Ye Qing obeyed Ye Zifan's wishes and reincarnated from Earth with good fortune, so he did not suffer from these humiliations. Now he is speechless and just sneers in his heart.
The three Taoists are in harmony with the great path of this world, standing high and mighty. The Tao is the law, and what is needed is not a chaotic world, or at least, for this world, that is the case.
All things are orderly and operate endlessly, only in this way can they, which are already at the pinnacle of the world, have further room for improvement.
At the beginning of the Three Dao Lords, there was an era of Three Kingdoms' struggle, each with their own Dao veins, each in charge of a major religion, and each competing for luck. This not only caused great suffering to the people of the earth, but also damaged the Great Dao.
Under the backlash of the Great Way, the strongest of the Five Emperors, the Qing Emperor and the Yellow Emperor, emerged.
The three Taoists were all wise people who assessed the situation and immediately stopped their confrontation. Instead, they united to establish order. As these measures were implemented, the Great Way gradually stabilized, and the emerging Qing Emperor and Yellow Emperor could no longer rise and had to be incorporated into the Heavenly Court system.
In the millions of years to come, the Five Emperors will gradually complete this knowledge. Of course, only the highest level of the dynasty knows about it now, and the people have not heard of it at all. Only when a great calamity strikes and the order is broken, can these secrets be passed down.
Without saying this, with the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the reproduction of living beings, the growth of spiritual beauty, and the deepening of order in all aspects of humanity, all things have life and death in order to circulate. Immortals who are immortal and immortal do not need too many, so the selection of immortal sects is becoming increasingly strict.
In fact, the Boy's Test not only tests literary talent, but also a competition among various people's luck and destiny. Wisdom, luck, and qualification are the three major standards. Unless the article shakes the world and tears ghosts and gods, if the luck is not strong, it will also be squeezed out!
The family has established this point and relies on controlling the distribution of qi within the clan to exercise control over their offspring, exchange and distribute resources.
This is not too unfair in normal times, after all, they are all blood relatives within the clan, and there are many aristocratic families in various counties and districts. A family that cannot guarantee basic fairness will naturally collapse in cohesion, often falling into decline within a few generations.
However, Ye Qing is currently only requesting to avoid one term, within a reasonable range within the clan. In normal times, it would be fine to let it go for three years, but not far away. With the arrival of a great disaster, all the old order is in jeopardy. Should he use this precious time and opportunity to exchange for the protection of the unknown family?
Let yourself think, in which year was the outer building burned down in flames?
Ye Qing stopped looking at the pillar shaped lights and continued walking.
Before long, Ye Qing saw a large bell hanging from a big tree on a flat ground.
I thought to myself, 'According to rumors, the fruit is about to arrive!'
Raising the torch again, it was indeed a deserted mountain temple. Seeing this, Ye Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief!
This world is a world where the Dao and Dharma are manifested, where the Yang energy shines brightly and the corresponding Yin energy is also heavy. In densely populated areas, the Yang energy rushes out of the city and is guarded by land, city gods, and other guardians. There are not many ghosts and monsters.
In the desolate and uninhabited areas, ghosts and monsters roam rampant, and no one dares to act. This is especially true for some hundred year old battlefields. Beimang Mountain has been a place of hundred battles since ancient times, and it is not surprising that it is called the land of the dead. Of course, this is far from Beimang Mountain, it can only be said to be the periphery of Beimang Mountain.
Even so, traveling at night is actually a last resort, as can be seen from the worry in Qianqian's eyes before leaving.
When Ye Qing arrived at this place, the mountain temple stood in front of a deep tunnel valley. In front of the temple was a flat turtle carrying stele with characters carved like swords.
The torch shone brightly as it approached, and a stone was inscribed on the monument as a note: "The battlefield of ancient Wei"
This font is very ancient and marks several dynasties, corresponding to the history of the previous dynasties known in the book.
Legend has it that during the Wei Dynasty, there was a famous general who was loyal to the country, but it was difficult to distinguish his innocence. His entire army died here, and it has lasted for thousands of years. Now, it has become a relatively famous historical site.
There was no dark wind blowing through the valley, but the calmer the waves, the more Ye Qing dared not go deeper. He just looked at a broken plaque on the main entrance that read "Zhen Gu Temple" in three big characters.
Entering the mountain temple, I saw the statues of gods soaked and weathered, and I couldn't see their original appearance. I didn't know which god to worship, except for the incense burner, which was still intact. The top-grade shape and nearby incense sticks had signs of decay, indicating that no one had come to worship for at least several years.
Ye Qing looked around and realized that this was already considered a sacrificial ritual that no longer existed. If one relied on the worship of gods and people, this bleak scene would almost be a scene of decline. Even if someone happened to pass by and saw this situation, they might not be willing to offer incense.
But Ye Qing still went in, placed the book basket on the ground, selected from a pile of incense, picked out three that were still usable, lit them with flint, and inserted them into the incense burner.
Even if the gods have fallen, at least this temple is nominally owned by them, and according to tradition, they cannot live without telling.
The students passed by on their journey and stayed overnight, hoping that the gods wouldn't mind, "Ye Qing silently recited in her heart, following the rules and slowly retreating.
I collected some hay as a blanket and found some dry wood in the old kitchen behind the temple. I ignited it with hay and lit a bonfire. The crackling sound of the firewood was mixed with the howling mountain wind outside the temple. The moonlight poured in front of the door, casting a silver glow, shining on my cheeks along with the red light of the bonfire.
This is a kind of loneliness, unable to help but reminisce about the past life, feeling a sense of melancholy in my heart for a moment.
Offering incense by oneself is just a matter of following the procedure. Various opportunities arise from the great tribulation of one's past life. If you remember correctly, three years later, a poor scholar named Sun Zhijie passed by this place and saw the fallen statue of a deity. They sympathized with each other, so they offered incense and wrote a eulogy on it.
I didn't want to awaken the gods of this temple in order to gain support and fortune, and to attract talented scholars. It became an interesting story that spread throughout the county and became known.
Now I am just relying on the prophet and taking shortcuts.
However, as long as one achieves success, it is not difficult to give this person a title of scholar, and it will be compensated when the time comes.
I chose a well preserved wall at the moment, calmed down, picked up my pen and started writing.
After passing through the journey of my future studies, I am deeply moved and hereby inform you:
The general was born in the previous dynasty, in the midst of the grass and fields. At times, there were emperors who lost control of the world, and chaotic people rose up everywhere. As a result, there were generals who launched campaigns in the south and north, repeatedly quelling riots. After fourteen years on the battlefield, the world's scenery and luck were extremely poor, and everyone showed their virtues. Therefore, this defeat was not a crime of war. Today, the gods are not ignorant, and their lessons are remembered today. It is still a feast
Picking up the pen, word by word, Ye Qing's spirit was focused on it. From an invisible perspective, the handwriting emitted a faint white light, whether it was an illusion or not. At this moment, a kind of gaze was focused on it.
In the underworld, this boundary corresponds to a space where a palace exists, with an ancient shape and deep solidity. Although most of it has collapsed, it has not completely decayed, and now there is a trace of power injected into it for restoration.
In the depths of the palace, on a cold jade bed, a trace of incense with sacrificial offerings fell down.
An unknown entity, sensing this change, opened its golden eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Who is the scholar holding books and offering sacrifices in my temple
But there was no response from the entire palace, and the sound of emptiness and silence swirled in the main hall!
This existence, suddenly remembered, this is not the past. I have long lost my sacrifice and fallen into a deep sleep. At this moment, I heard the echoes of emptiness around me, as if sad or happy, and remained silent.
In front of the temple wall, it was already enough to finish writing this chapter, but at the end, looking at the forgotten Yingling Temple, Ye Qingtu had an indescribable emotion.
This god is like this, or so are ordinary people, hence the saying 'life is a traveler between heaven and earth', but ordinary people are just unconscious.
But time travelers cannot deceive themselves - unless they completely deny their time traveling background.
I suddenly remembered a famous poem on Earth, hesitated for a moment, and finally took my pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a poem beside the sacrificial text, whispering softly in my mouth.
I haven't seen the ancients before, and I haven't seen the newcomers after
This book is from the Tang Dynasty's Chen Ziang's "Song of Climbing Youzhou Terrace", expressing the author's feelings that his political aspirations cannot be realized, but at this time, it is more in line with the situation of this deity and his identity as a traveler.
Ye Qing never stops in her hands, and her strokes move between dragons and snakes, forming a book with thick and powerful bones. It is a unique style brought from the earth and refined through the use of past lives
Thinking of the vastness of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone in sorrow
Writing this, inexplicable sadness enveloped him. After pausing for a long time, he added a note to the right of the text: "Song of Ascending to the Ancient Wei Battlefield"
After finishing writing, Ye Qing looked at the handwriting and couldn't help but burst into tears
I haven't seen the ancients before, and I haven't seen the newcomers after
Thinking of the vastness of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone in sorrow
Who else can better experience the loneliness and sighs of time and space than a time traveler.
Finally, Ye Qing controlled her emotions and turned to the bonfire. She first took out the dough and ate it, then slowly lay down, tightly pursed her thin lips from beginning to end.
The matter has been completed, regardless of success or failure, there will be corresponding arrangements for tomorrow. The timing is so urgent that Ye Qing cannot afford to waste energy and emotions.
It's not heartless, just conscious!
Gradually, as Ye Qing fell asleep, the temple calmed down. However, on this wall, it was just a sacrificial ceremony, and only a little white energy appeared, gradually turning slightly red!
However, this short 22 word poem continuously generates white qi, as if it has acquired some constant qi as soon as it is published.
Finally, the walls shone brightly, and white flowers spread out, reflecting the clear and elegant atmosphere of the temple. Over time, it rapidly deepened and turned into crimson, then orange yellow, until it turned into pure gold before gradually slowing down!
The bonfire flickered for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed on the statue, but it fell silent again.
The moon sets in the west, time passes by, and this night is getting deeper and deeper.