Stands are dead for 1000 years

Just before the Ghost Festival, the patrolling general Sheng Huaijing finally returned to the capital.

By the way, it also brought a piece of good news to Beijing. The gangsters who originally roamed around the Lingnan area were wiped out, and special soldiers were left behind to prevent the remnants from making trouble. Merchants who want to do business in Lingnan in the future don’t have to worry about being robbed again. up.

The prosperity of the country and the safety of the people are a good thing, so His Majesty the Emperor naturally added officials to his confidant generals.Needless to say about this kind of thing, just talk about Meng Que's bumpy journey, traveling in the way of ordinary people, and finally followed Sheng Huaijing to the Sheng's house.

After five or six days, Meng Que was still leaning on the soft bed to rest, feeling emotionally, the old Taoist priest was right.

"Oranges grown in Huainan are tangerines, and oranges grown in Huaibei are oranges"①.

The old Taoist priest asked himself to have less contact with mortals, and to cultivate a peaceful and inactive Dao heart, so that he could make a name for Xuce Mountain after he turned into a fairy.Now that my green bamboo from the south of the Five Ridges didn't listen to the old Taoist priest's words, it really didn't acclimate to the climate.

Meng Que leaned on the couch and sighed again.

There are so many things to pay attention to being a mortal.

At that time, he followed Sheng Huai Jing down the mountain, followed into the government office, and by the way, he saw the deputy general who was protecting Sheng Huai Jing and escaped into the mountain.

Lieutenant General Luo still looks like that fierce Rakshasa back then.

Seeing Meng Que didn't look good either, but Deputy General Luo listened to his general the most. Besides, Meng Que saved Sheng Huaijing earlier, even if the origin was still unknown, Deputy General Luo's attitude improved a lot.He even helped Meng Que buy some outfits and tidy up the room.

"If I don't do it, is it possible for the general to do it himself?" Deputy General Luo answered Meng Que's doubts very frankly.

Meng Que didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still classified Deputy General Luo as the type of "hard-spoken and soft-hearted" people.

After really contacting mortals, Meng Que discovered that he had never seen many things.After all, he seldom leaves the mountain, and the place where he has seen the most people in his life is the village at the foot of Xuce Mountain.There is a meeting between the villages every half a month, and it is lively, but Meng Que doesn't like to go, he himself likes to be quiet.

Following Sheng Huaijing into the city, and then back to the capital, Meng Que saw everything new.

After the freshness, Meng Que felt slightly cramped and uncomfortable.

Where mortals live, some spiritual energy is muddy and not abundant, and Meng Que's practice has been really affected.

But thinking of Sheng Huaijing beside him, it feels sweet instead of bitter.

However, Sheng Huaijing couldn't accompany him these few days, and Meng Que felt uncomfortable.That day he followed Sheng Huaijing into the house, and before he had time to say anything, the palace's order arrived.

Then Sheng Huaijing went out every morning and returned at midnight - he had been away from the capital for several months, and he had a lot of official duties waiting to be dealt with.

Although Sheng Huaijing treated him very well, Meng Que could find him whatever he wanted to eat and play in the past.But Meng Que didn't follow Sheng Huaijing down the mountain for these things.Ah, well, there are indeed reasons for mung bean cake, hibiscus cake, and osmanthus stuffing, but it is mainly because of Sheng Huaijing!

Meng Que sighed in the room, and the maid serving him couldn't help persuading him: "Master, tomorrow is the Yu Lan Basin Festival, and there will be a prayer ceremony in Beijing. If you are bored, why don't you go outside and watch the excitement?"

Meng Que doesn't like to be lively, he is not very interested, and the maid is not very old. She said something and saw that the master didn't respond, but she opened up the chatterbox, introduced Meng Que to the Fa Conference in Beijing, and also talked about the custom of her hometown: eating dumplings Bread, rice sprinkled with salt, incense candles...

It's funny to talk about walking eight knots and putting street lights.

"However, Beijing doesn't like these things. It's just going to release water lanterns and Pudu flags. I heard that there will be a juggling troupe this year, and they will perform at the Fa conference..."

The servant girl thought for a while and said to Meng Que: "Actually, you can go and tell the general that you want the general to accompany you to release the krathong."

Speaking of this, Meng Que is no longer sleepy.

He sat up from the soft bed, picked up the plate containing peanuts, and asked the servant girl enthusiastically, can the general accompany him?

The servant girl was taken aback by Meng Que's words, and was a little surprised by the straightforwardness of Mr. Meng. She nodded and began to advise Meng Que.

At night, when Sheng Huaijing came home, he went to Meng Que's yard as usual, and found that Meng Que, who should have rested early on weekdays, was lighting a small lamp in the room, leaning against the table and dozing off, waiting for someone look.

Sheng Huaijing stood at the door and looked at it for a while, thinking that it's no wonder that looking at the beauty under the lamp, the more she looked at it, the more energetic she became...

Meng Que was born good-looking, with a beautiful appearance that is not like ordinary people, but now under the warm yellow light, it is easier to touch with the mortal atmosphere of the world.Sheng Huaijing didn't wake Meng Que up, but instead asked the maid who kept watch at night, what is Mr. Meng doing today?

The maid was still the one who was chatting with Meng Que. She was a little stunned, and quickly said to the general, "Young master, I heard slaves talking about the Obon festival ceremony today, so I want to invite the general to release water lanterns tomorrow."

Shenghuai scenic spot nodded, and let the maid go down, as long as he is in the house.

The servant girl immediately responded and went out, carefully covering the door for the two of them, saying that the relationship between Mr. Meng and the general is really good.

Thinking of this, the servant girl couldn't help but look back. General Qi Qi's shadow was imprinted on the candlelight. His slim-fit robe showed his broad shoulders, narrow hips, and strong body. She didn't know Mr. Meng's weak willow-like Body, can't bear it...

The servant girl couldn't help but blushed, and didn't dare to think about it.

Sheng Huaijing stared at Meng Que in the room, and saw that his face was much thinner, and there was more sadness that couldn't go away, and the ethereal feeling when he first met...

Meng Que left Xuce Mountain for himself, but he couldn't accompany him, and left him alone in the small courtyard.

Sheng Huaijing felt guilty and distressed.

Sheng Huaijing naturally likes Meng Que, if he doesn't like it, he wouldn't want to take Meng Que out of the mountain...

Just returning to Beijing, he has more important things to do.

His Majesty the Emperor has been on the throne for less than a year, and the various messes left by the late emperor have not been dealt with. The princes in the clan are ready to move, and the courtiers and the Queen Mother are bullying His Majesty's youth.

Sheng Huaijing, as the emperor's confidant, is deeply trusted and naturally has several roles, whether it is the Northwest Military Affairs that originally belonged to him, or the Lingnan Prefecture soldiers who have been recruited in this patrol, and even the military aircraft battalion in the capital. All should be ruled by him.

In addition to the imperial palace guards, Sheng Huaijing controlled the army closest to the emperor. Once the local vassals rose up, Sheng Huaijing would be the last line of defense for the capital.It is really difficult for Sheng Huaijing to be free.

Sheng Huaijing stared at Meng Que in a daze.

Meng Que seemed to be aware of the line of sight at last, half-closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand before seeing clearly: "Huaijing, I'm so sleepy."

"Then go to sleep, I'll carry you to bed." Sheng Huaijing bent down and picked up Meng Que.

Meng Que let him hug him, and his words were still a little vague: "...but I want to see you." After speaking, he buried his face in Sheng Huaijing's chest, a little shy.

"..." Sheng Huaijing's movements froze a little, but he was still gentle. He put Meng Que on the bed, rubbed his forehead hair, and said, "Tomorrow I will accompany you to release the water lamp."

Hearing this, Meng Que immediately raised his face to look at Sheng Huaijing, his surprise was beyond words.

Sheng Huaijing helped him tuck the quilt up, "Go to sleep, I'll see you fall asleep before leaving."

Meng Que automatically translated this into: If he doesn't sleep, Sheng Huaijing won't leave.

He tried to keep his eyes open, but he obviously remembered it, but Meng Que's usual rest time had already passed.Sleepiness hit, Meng Que finally fell into a deep sleep under Sheng Huaijing's gaze.

Early the next morning, Meng Que, who got the news, opened his eyes and wanted to find Sheng Huaijing.

The servant girl hastily relayed the general's words: "The general left at Yinshi, and left a message before leaving, telling the young master to wait for news from him, and come back to pick you up at about Youshi."

Meng Que was disappointed, but quickly cheered up.

Sheng Huaijing used to go out at Yinshi, but he would not come back until close to Haishi. Even the steward of the mansion said that when Sheng Huaijing used to be busy with business, he would not be at the mansion for several days in a row.

Now Shenghuaijing is running around in two places, naturally for Meng Que who lives in the mansion.

Listening to the maid's words, Meng Que secretly wrote down the items that the two of them could have fun at the Yu Lan Basin ceremony.

Then he tidied up early, put on new clothes, and counted the time with his fingers.I wanted to get myself busy so that the time would be faster, but in the end Meng Que could only swing weakly on the swing, kicking his ankles on the ground, and began to miss Sheng Huaijing.

There are still six hours before Sheng Huaijing returns!

Fortunately, today's waiting is very purposeful, and I can eat two more pieces of pastries, and I feel quite comfortable.

It's just that she stayed obediently in the mansion and waited, but Sheng Huaijing didn't come back when she arrived.

Meng Queduo waited for a while, but still no one came back. He anxiously planned to go directly to Daying in the suburbs of Beijing.Unexpectedly, before he could persuade the servant girl to let him go out, Deputy General Luo would come back to report the letter.

"The general has some business to deal with temporarily. He ordered me to reserve a table at the Drum Tower. I invite Mr. Meng to have a drink first, and I will come to find you after the general is done." Deputy General Luo still looked like no one should enter, he finished speaking Although Meng Que was disappointed by Sheng Huaijing's arrangement, he was still lucky, at least he didn't really forget himself...

Meng Que followed Deputy General Luo out of the door, and arrived at the Drum Tower in a carriage. The street market had just been lit up before it became lively.

As soon as the private room door was closed, Deputy General Luo was sent away, and Meng Que sat alone by the window, watching the people coming and going on the street.I don't know what kind of fragrance is in the room, it's lingering, I just feel that everyone looks like a Shenghuai scene.

After sitting in the room for a while, Meng Que couldn't help feeling drowsy.

The noisy hawking of peddlers in the market became the foil in a trance.The smog filled the air in his sleep, and Meng Que felt that he could not see the surrounding scenery clearly, as if he heard a crisp metal crash, which could hook people's souls away.

Consciousness gradually blurred, the air gradually stagnated, and the voice became more urgent and closer.

Half asleep and half awake, Meng Que suddenly felt a killing intent, as if he was being targeted by something.He opened his eyes with a whimper, and his gaze met the gaze of a bald monk.Only then did he realize that the voice he heard in his sleep was probably the metal ring on the great monk's tin staff...

That monk didn't look like a good stubble, but Meng Que was not a powerless little demon either, he tilted his head indifferently and didn't take this monk seriously.But when he moved a little, he felt a little cold.Just after the Ghost Festival, the weather in Beijing has changed. If it takes another ten and a half months, I'm afraid I'll have to change into a cloak before I dare go out.

Meng Que sniffed, hugged his arms tightly, and curled up in a ball, his almond eyes that were originally moist were stained a little red, looking a little bit wronged by no one to tell.

Thinking that he had waited so long without seeing anyone, Meng Que was thinking about how he was going to complain to Sheng Huaijing later, but he just heard a knock on the door.Then I saw Xiaoer leading Sheng Huaijing into the door.

Sheng Huaijing, who had been carrying the evil spirit of the army all the way, saw Meng Que sitting by the window, his heart softened, and his fingers immediately softened, feeling that the air seemed a little sweet and greasy.

Sheng Huaijing waved his hand and asked Xiao Er to go out.

When there were only two people left in the private room, Sheng Huaijing sat beside Meng Que and asked him, "But it's been a long time? I'm sorry, I won't do it in the future."

Sheng Huaijing carefully apologized, even if Meng Que had any dissatisfaction, it disappeared invisible, even the uneasiness in his sleep just now dissipated a bit.

The two had dinner at the Drum Tower, went to the Obon Festival and watched the performance of the juggling troupe.

Holding hands to the water's edge, each finished setting off the water lanterns, Sheng Huaijing asked Meng Que who he was paying homage to.

Meng Que thought about it, and reported the dharma name of the old Taoist priest who passed away 20 years ago.

"Dao Chang took good care of me during his lifetime. He taught me calligraphy, reading, and told me the principles of life. He was a very good person."

Sheng Huaijing and Meng Que said that he was commemorating the sacrificed soldiers of Daqi.It is said that they have fought for decades before they have a stable situation.In the beginning, the Obon Festival puja was to comfort the sacrificed soldiers, but now that every year is safe, it has become a grand event once a year in Daqi.

Almost no one remembers the sacrifices of those soldiers.

"Isn't that good?" Meng Que asked back.

Besides, always remembering sad things, how will the living move forward?

"The living have a way of living. If the sacrificed know that their sacrifice can bring the safety of their relatives and the same clan, they must be happy."

Sheng Huaijing was in a sad mood at first, but when Meng Que interrupted him like this, he couldn't help laughing.

That's right, if the souls of the sacrificed soldiers were aware, they would surely be filled with joy when they saw the peace and prosperity of the Great Qi they guarded.

The two walked slowly towards the mansion together.

Passing by a fortune-telling stall, Meng Que saw that this person was also selling amulets part-time, so Meng Que hurriedly grabbed Sheng Huaijing, who was about to leave, and said he wanted to buy one.

Sheng Huaijing wondered why he wanted to buy it, but paid obediently.

Meng Que quietly cast a spell on the peace talisman and told Sheng Huaijing: "I gave it to you, and you must carry it with you every day in the future."

Sheng Huaijing thought he was a son and daughter, and wanted to give something as a token of love, so he happily accepted it, and handed the wishful pendant he carried with him to Meng Que: "I hope everything goes well for you in the future."

Meng Que accepted it with a blushing face, and suddenly felt that this jade pendant was better than any other treasure.

At this time, Meng Que did not expect that the immortals who have gone down to the earth to experience calamities will have a fixed number of calamities.His safety talisman blocked Sheng Huaijing's catastrophe, and the cycle of karma brought him a fatal disaster.

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①From "Yanzi Chunqiu Miscellaneous Part Six"

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