msmithbooks Chapter 73 Chapter 73
Chapter 73 Chapter 73
After experiencing anxiety for a month, Yan began to calm down, eat and drink when he was tired, and fell asleep when he was tired.
Shen Tianmian felt that he was calm before the storm, and tried his best to make Rong Yan happy.
Rong Yan didn't want him to be anxious with him, and comforted him: "You don't understand, I've decided to break the jar now, so I can do whatever I want, I don't want to worry about it."
Shen Tianmian was at a loss for words for a moment, at a loss.
The accident happened in the middle of winter.
Just as Rong Yan opened his eyes that day, he heard a noise outside.
Shen Zhoumian took a look from the outside, and when he came back, he was directly hugged by someone: "Something happened to Zhu's mansion. Zhu Yuliu was impeached for corruption and bribery, and now he is ransacking his house. Let's leave immediately."
Zhu Yuliu and Zhu Hongxue were arrested by Jizhou prefect.
"What's going on? How could someone like Zhu Yuliu be corrupt and accept bribes?"
"I can't tell you what happened in the officialdom, but at present, nine out of ten are trumped-up charges."
The Zhu family collapsed overnight, and Zhu Jianqing had nowhere to turn, relying on the brothers he knew when he was a beggar, and groped to find the truth bit by bit.
During the period, I also met Zhu Yuliu.
"Good boy, thank you for your hard work." Zhu Yuliu touched Zhu Jianqing's thin cheek.
In just a few days, Zhu Yuliu's temples had grown gray hair.
He couldn't bear Zhu Jianqing's brows to keep running around like flies, so he pointed out a way out.
Zhu Jianqing acted according to his words, and finally collected evidence of Zhu Yuliu's innocence.
He submitted the evidence hopefully.
The prefect of Jizhou took his evidence and threw them all into the water.
"No matter what, Zhu Yuliu's corruption and bribery is a 'fact', and no one can change it. You should give up struggling and be your little beggar honestly!"
Only then did Zhu Jianqing suddenly understand the principle of mutual protection between officials.
All the avenues for appealing were blocked, Zhu Jianqing was unwilling to give up this person who was willing to feed and clothe him and treat him well, but in the end he was cornered.
He found Wuyin Mountain.
Rong Yan and Shen Tianmian wanted to know the truth of the year, and they always followed Zhu Jianqing far away, watching him pay the price of his life, just to make the truth public.
The spirit of Wuyin Mountain turned into a cloud of mist and surrounded him: "A person can only make one wish to Wuyin Mountain in a lifetime. If you use it so hastily, will you really not regret it?"
Zhu Jianqing looked at him firmly: "No."
"If the truth is revealed, you still won't be able to save your father and sister? What are you going to do? How about I help you kill those officials directly?"
"No!" Zhu Jianqing rebuffed straight away, "My father said that you should not break the law and discipline at will, and everything must be done in accordance with the rules and laws!"
This was what Zhu Yuliu taught him word by word after he found out that he was emotionally weak. Zhu Jianqing liked Zhu Yuliu very much, and listened to his words very much, and always strictly followed them.
Wuyin Mountain Spirit sneered and agreed to his request.
On the second day, news spread in Kyushu that the prefect of Jizhou had been corrupt, accepted bribes, and spread rumors about upright officials getting away with it.
The sage who was far away in Yanjing directly dispatched his five guards to detain the prefect of Jizhou and bring him to the capital for accountability.
Zhu Jianqing cheered and ran excitedly into the dungeon, wanting to pick up his father and sister.
But he ignored the ferocious eyes that Jizhou magistrate looked at him when he was leaving.
The cell boss told Zhu Jianqing that he had to wait for the order from above before releasing his father and sister.
Zhu Jianqing didn't doubt that he was there, and nodded in agreement, agreeing to wait three days before coming back to pick up his father and sister home.
In ecstasy, he waited patiently for three days.
Then, the news came that his father and sister had died.
Not in prison, but out in the wild.
The smile on Zhu Jianqing's face gradually froze.
He pushed aside the crowd of onlookers like crazy, and saw the bodies of his father and elder sister.
According to the cell boss, some Jianghu people accepted the employment and intentionally took revenge, deliberately kidnapped Zhu Yuliu and Zhu Hongxue, threw their bodies under the audience, and wantonly humiliated them.
Zhu Yuliu's neck was slashed open, but the skin and flesh of the back of the neck remained stuck together, and the neck bone in the middle was red and white.
Zhu Hongxue's body was cut into several pieces of different sizes, and then put together again, the pieces of meat would crackle and fall off when touched.
Zhu Jianqing's eyes widened, he suddenly lost his strength, and sat on the ground slumped, not knowing what to do.
A well-meaning passer-by couldn't stand it anymore, and persuaded him: "Child, calm down, collect the body of your father and sister first, and I will help you, otherwise it will be too shameful to continue like this."
Zhu Jianqing turned to look at him in a daze, barely supported his body, and began to collect Zhu Yuliu Zhu Hongxue's body.
The Zhu family hung up elegiac couplets and white silk, and the bodies of the Zhu family's father and daughter were placed in the mourning hall, and they were never buried.
Because Zhu Jianqing was gone.
He ran to Wuyin Mountain to make a wish again, and the mountain spirit would naturally not promise him again.
"This seat has already said that a person can only make one wish, and it is certainly not impossible to resurrect them, unless you become the spirit of the hidden fog."
It was originally a joke, but Zhu Jianqing took it seriously, as if he had grasped hope, and asked with bright eyes: "How can I become the spirit of Wuyin Mountain?"
Wuyin Mountain Spirit was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said: "Boy, you should become the messenger of Wuyin Mountain!"
Zhu Jianqing knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed heavily: "Please tell me how to become the messenger of Wuyin Mountain!"
It was rare for Wuyin Mountain Spirit to be moved and agreed to his request.
Relying on his own will, Zhu Jianqing forcibly survived ten days of torture and became the first envoy of Wuyin Mountain.
The first thing he did after taking office was to rush back to Jizhou, take away the bodies of his father and sister, and then kill all the people in Jizhou.
"Since you are the messenger of Wuyin Mountain, you must give me some privileges." Zhu Jianqing looked at the silent Wuyin Mountain Spirit, and said confidently, "It's just killing someone, what can I do?"
Wuyin Mountain Spirit sighed in his heart, and added another rule to the rules for restraining messengers, prohibiting wanton harm to innocent people.
Rong Yan held Shen Tianmian's hand, and now on the glacier at the foot of Wuyin Mountain, he didn't know what to think of Zhu Jianqing for a while.
No wonder people in the world often say that poor people must have something to hate.
Just as he was thinking, the ice surface under his feet cracked suddenly, Shen Tianmian dragged Rong Yan for two hurried steps, and was completely swallowed by the crack in the ice surface.
"Brother, wake up, we are back."
Shen Tianmian picked up Rong Yan who was lying unconscious on the ground, and looked around.
The basin of water was still on the wooden stand, the same as before, and the candles lit on the table were only half burned.
It shouldn't be long.
Rong Yan frowned uncomfortably, the feeling of suffocation made his chest feel tight.
"Brother, are you awake?"
Rong Yan covered his eyes, his voice was vague: "What time is it?"
"Less than half an hour has passed."
Rong Yan looked at the candles on the table in surprise, stood up while pressing Shen Tianmian's shoulders, picked up the water basin and inspected it carefully.
Strange to say, no matter how the water in the basin is placed, it will not spill out.
Rong Yan found two small characters written in cursive script on the bottom of the basin: Duanmu.
With the lessons learned from Zhu Yuliu, Rong Yan quickly thought of Duanmusheng.
This thing should be a magic weapon left by the ancient ascetics, something that can record people's memories, but he accidentally touched the mechanism, which brought both of them into Zhu Jianqing's memories.
"Brother, should we continue to investigate now?"
"Go on, don't stop, if you can't find a way to kill Zhu Jianqing, you can't stop."
The two flipped through the scroll again.
Zhu Jianqing returned to Yongcuo Mountain in a state of embarrassment covered in blood.
In his heart, he remembered all the people who hurt him today.
Scarlet blood flowed down the wound of his broken leg. The crows smelled the blood and fell from the sky one after another.
It seemed that he was waiting for Zhu Jianqing to have a full meal at any time after his death.
Zhu Jianqing curled up, retracted into the corner of the stone seat, and fell into a deep sleep wearily.
Rong Yan took Shen Tianmian to read all the books in the study within half a month, but found nothing.
Rong Yan sighed for a while.
After returning this trip, it seemed that nothing was found except Zhu Jianqing's past.
It was rare for Rong Yan to be depressed, he sat for a long time, dragged Shen Tianmian's arm, and traveled thousands of miles back to Shen's residence, and then went to Wuyuan Villa.
Shen Tianmian became more careful, and took back the pocketbook on the desk in the study.
He also saw the word Duanmu under the copper basin, and planned to take this pocketbook to ask Duanmu Sheng.
After all, he himself said before that as long as the money is in place, Duanmu can do anything.
When everyone greeted them, they understood everything when they saw Rong Yan's expression.
Qu Jingxia comforted him: "It's okay, the matter has not reached the point of last resort, there is still time."
Rong Yan shook his head, did not speak, left Shen Tianmian, and went back to the room by himself.
Shen Tianmian rarely followed, but took Duanmusheng by the back of his neck, took him out of the hiding place, took out his pocketbook and asked, "Do you know this kind of writing?"
Duanmusheng hesitantly closed it, flipped through it and said: "This is the writing used by our ancestors of the Duanmu family to record events. Where did you see it?"
"On the Wuyin Mountain." Shen Tianmian said concisely, "Do you understand?"
"Hmm..." Duanmusheng struggled, "Yes, I can, but this thing is in your hands, even if it is yours, I'm afraid that if I know the content, I will cause trouble to my upper body, how about this, I'll bring the Jiezi scroll here, you guys Check it out for yourself."
"Alright, you go and come back quickly."
On the way home, Duanmusheng passed the main city of Sanzhou. During the galloping process, he vaguely smelled a trace of sulfur, but when he reined in the horse and smelled it carefully, he couldn't smell it anymore.
Six days later, Duanmusheng handed over the scroll to Shen Tianmian.
After Shen Tianmian got it, she began to compare it word by word.
At this time, there is still half a month before September [-]th.
That handbook recorded the words and deeds of the ascetics who were stranded in the Wuyin Mountain and could not return.
One of the Taoist attendants, surnamed Duanmu, has a single name of Yan, and he recorded this handbook stroke by stroke.
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