I didn't intend to be a Fairy

But this time, there is no need to go through all of Hezhou again, or even pass through Hezhou, but take a shortcut through a small corner of Hezhou and enter Angzhou.

Then follow the original road to Changjing.

On the last day of autumn, the group walked to the bank of the Yuqu River and the plank road along the Linjiang River.

The last time I walked here was the early spring of the fifth year of Mingde.

It was the late autumn of the seventh year of Mingde.

Three years short of one season.

When I came back, there was a river of spring water, and the spring rain was like silk, making the water surface full of fine ripples. This time, the autumn water is quiet, dark green like jade, and the water level is similar, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. Facing the autumn water of this river is a stone wall almost perpendicular to the water surface, on which a plank road has been dug out.

The Taoist walks in front with a cane, the bay red horse follows behind, the three-colored cat runs back and forth at will, and the swallow glides close to the river, with the tip of its wings skimming the river, opening a hole in the green silk.

Suddenly there was a clanging sound.

The Taoist looked forward while listening.

The sound was obviously not the sound of a horse bell, but the sound of a chisel hitting a stone wall, clear and sweet, echoing on the river between the two mountains.

The swallow flew to see it, but didn't say anything when it came back.

The sound quickly became clear.

The Taoist walked over and found that someone had dug grottoes and stone carvings on the stone wall inside the plank road.

Ding Dang Dang Dang Dang, all the time.

The whole river is full of this sound.

I don't know how many craftsmen and craftsmen are on this plank road, including those who chisel the stone walls, those who are responsible for cleaning the stones, those who bury the pots for cooking, and the officials who are responsible for supervision. Seeing a man, a horse, and a three-colored cat walking along the plank road, they couldn't help but look at him strangely.

All the faces were standing on the plank road, or standing on the wooden shelf, or were carrying stones and throwing them into the river, or were carving with a chisel, all of them turned to look at him.

The Taoist didn't change his pace, he still walked forward with his stick, and turned his head to meet them one by one.

At the same time, he looked at the extra grotto statues along the way.

The stone statues are as low as a person, and the tall ones are several feet high. The carvers have to stand on wooden frames to do it.

The small ones are about the size of a washbasin, while the larger ones are one or two feet high and seven or eight feet deep, like a room.

The grottoes are of Buddhist culture, and the carvings are mainly Buddha statues.

All kinds of Buddha statues, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Dharma Guardians, sitting or standing, big or small, are vividly presented on the stone wall plank road facing the river.

The statues of the gods these days are neither deliberately majestic nor feminine, nor do they try to create a sense of holiness or promote the boundless divine power of the gods. This shows that the mentality of Dayan people is very peaceful and stable, and their aesthetics are also normal. They feel that what they are now is the best in the world. There can be no other better. Of course, there is no need to find anything to make up for from the statues. This requires a rare and extremely high level of cultural confidence as a support.

Thousands of years later, this is the culture that represents Dayan's stone carving culture and reflects Dayan's social aesthetics and mentality.

There are also some who are not Buddha statues and human statues.

It is the portrait of the person who ordered the investment to build these grotto statues.

The Taoist walked slowly through it and met with him.

In fact, he had seen similar stretches of grotto stone statues a long time ago, but at that time he saw it from the perspective of a later generation.

The grottoes and statues at that time were already covered with traces of the passage of time. Only grottoes remained in the grottoes, and only stone statues remained in the stone statues. At most, there were some large and small square holes around the stone statues. The tourists who walked under it at that time did not understand what these holes were for, but now they can clearly see——

At this time, no matter whether it is a grotto or a stone statue, there are doors, beams and roofs.

The holes that have been seen by later generations are places where beams and pillars are inserted to prop up large and small temple roofs.

A craftsman is installing a door for a grotto.

There are craftsmen laying tiles for the roof.

The Taoist slowed down from time to time, and looked in with his head.

"Hey..."

Finally a man in official uniform stopped him: "That gentleman, why did you come here?"

"Um?"

Song You turned to look at him: "Isn't this the plank road leading to Changjing?"

"This plank road has been sealed long ago. The new official road is across the river. Now this side is ordered by the court to dig a cave and carve stone statues. It stands to reason that someone should block the road. How did you get here?"

"So it's like that. I mean, I didn't meet anyone along the way." Song You just smiled, and saluted the official, "I didn't break in on purpose, but I went out along this plank road when I left Changjing before, and now I'm going back the same way, but there is no one blocking me on the way."

"These yamen servants must be lazy again!"

The official couldn't help scolding, then looked at Song You and frowned.

"Forget it. Since the gentleman has no intention of going in and has already come here, please ask him to go back the same way. There are many detours, so that he will not embarrass him." The official waved his hand. The people of Dayan have always respected monks and Taoists. In addition, looking at this Taoist, it seems that it is indeed unusual.

"Thank you, sir."

"What water and food do you want? Freshly steamed vegetable dumplings, do you want to bring two?"

"Thank you very much."

Song You was not too polite.

The official laughed and went to fetch it for him.

Song You followed him and asked a few more questions.

It is said that since the previous assassination incident, His Majesty's dragon body has been ill, and the people below don't know the specific situation, but there are often vague rumors in Changjing that His Majesty is getting worse every day. Although the current Dayan is more obedient to Taoism, Buddhism has risen very quickly. The empress believed in Buddhism very much. To pray for His Majesty, this Yuqu Grotto was created.

The Taoist thanked him again, and then moved on.

Still walking and watching.

Looking at these newly born stone caves, I also passed by the craftsmen who built them at this time. Some craftsmen saluted him, and the Taoist immediately returned the salute.

The grotto had just begun to be excavated, and it came to an end before going too far, and the craftsmen and those clanging voices were left behind.

The three-flowered cat who held back all the way ran to his feet in small steps. While walking forward, he turned his head back, raised his head to look at him, and said to him:

"Mistress Sanhua remembers walking here before."

"Empress Sanhua never forgets."

"It used to be different here than it is now."

"It will change even more in the future."

"Why did they build the temple here?"

"Got to ask them."

The Taoist seemed to be afraid that she would say that you are not smart again, so he lowered his head and looked at her, and felt tired for her when he saw her tilting her head and raising her head very high: "Miss Sanhua, you can walk away from me, so that you don't have to raise your head too high, and it will be easier."

"But Empress Sanhua is small, and her voice is also small. People's ears are not good, and you can't hear clearly if you are far away."

"Won't this be very tiring?"

"Cats won't."

"But I'm afraid of stepping on Empress Sanhua."

"Mistress Sanhua is very powerful."

"That's up to you."

The Taoist smiled and shook his head helplessly.

This plank road is not short, and the Taoist did not go out here, especially when he walked to the place where he stayed overnight almost three years ago, he saw faint traces of flames burning on the ground, so he stopped here again, unloaded his bags and prepared to have a good rest for a day, and walked back to Changjing in one breath tomorrow.

It was here that I met Xing Wu by chance before.

He was also accompanied by Master Shu at that time.

It's just that the old friends who spent the night here together back then, one should still be in the northern army, serving as a guest secretary, and the other should be in Wushan, Guangzhou.

Today there is another swallow.

Mistress Sanhua had a good memory, and she still remembered the fish soup that night, so the Taoist invited her to catch fish in the river again, and asked the swallows to collect firewood.

There is no one at night, the river is cool, and the sound of water splashes can be heard from time to time.

The Taoist went down to the river to take a bath.

The cat was similar, although sitting on the shore, with its back to the Taoist, raised its paws to lick seriously, licked and rubbed its face with its paws.

Wash it clean, and return to Changjing tomorrow.

...

Winter has just begun in Changjing.

If you want to ask who is the most famous person in Changjing and even Dayan recently, it is undoubtedly General Chen Ziyi who just returned from a big victory in the north.

This is a great victory that has never been seen in all dynasties, and it is also a place that the troops of all dynasties have never been to.

It can be called a miracle through the ages.

At the beginning of the spring of this year, Chen Ziyi was recalled to the imperial court and granted the title of Marquis of Wu'an.

This is the top honor of military generals in all dynasties. For thousands of years, only a few people have been named Marquis of Wu'an.

At this time, Chen Ziyi naturally enjoyed the attention of Changjing's countless eyes. No matter whether those who really held power in the court consciously kept a distance from him, and whether those fearless Qingliu admired his style and reputation and came to get close to him, overt and secret attention was indispensable. I'm afraid that whoever enters the Hou's mansion every day, what ingredients, medicines and fabrics the housekeeper purchases, the rich and small in Changjing will know through various channels.

However, Chen Ziyi's whereabouts have been very strange in recent days.

I don't know why, every morning he would go out early in the morning, not many people, but a few personal guards, and go out of the city, stop outside the city for a whole day, come back after dark, and go again the next day.

As if waiting for someone.

But the current Dayan, apart from the emperor whose health is deteriorating in the palace, how many other people are worthy of the Marquis of Wu'an going out of the city to wait every day?

Most of the rich and powerful in Changjing were puzzled.

It's just that Marquis Wu'an is famous and murderous, and Beijing officials, regardless of whether they are civil or military, only spies in secret, or even gather a group of people after tea and dinner to tell a lot of news about the Marquis's mansion from which mansion.

I only dare to tell my cronies to stay in the city and pay attention to the whereabouts of Marquis Wu'an, or pretend to go out of the city to enjoy the autumn tour on the river, and pretend to be unintentional when I come back, and run into General Chen by chance.

Until the evening of Lidong——

A Taoist with a three-coloured cat and a bay red horse appeared on the hillside outside the Changjing City. Facing the cold wind, he looked at the huge city below, and then walked down.

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