Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 125
Song Yongmu Mausoleum Guardian Envoy Zhongguan, Luo Mian.

The name was shallowly engraved on the inscription, but this long list of official positions seemed not an honor to the people in the tomb, but an unbearable shame.

Jiang Wen silently looked at the inscription with the surface of the soil, and the epitome of the turbulent era slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

In the turbulent years of the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty and the rule of Mongols, no one had time to control, let alone have the chance to know that there would be a group of forgotten people living carelessly.

Their stories are neither complicated nor heroic, and even so dark and trivial that they cannot be seen.At the end of the day, it's just the story of a bunch of utter losers.

After the Southern Song Dynasty was exiled to the south of the Yangtze River and the capital Lin'an was established, the imperial court did not call it "the capital" but only "walking place", and the emperor's mausoleum was not called "shanling" but only "Zangong".Because when the mausoleum was being built, the imperial repair officer once said: "The emperor's mausoleum is now in Yiluo, and it will return to the Central Plains soon, and it will be returned to the city. It should be named Zan Palace."

Therefore, the name "Zangong" is an alternative term for when the army is in a hurry.

However, with the hopeless recovery of the north, the six mausoleums in the south of the Yangtze River have already gathered seven emperors and seven empresses. The foot of Shanghuang Mountain in the remaining vein of Kuaiji Mountain has gradually been equipped with a large number of tomb guards. In addition to concubines, maids, eunuchs, and handymen, there are hundreds of people. The Mausoleum Guard Army has been stationed all year round, forming a small utopia of its own.

Luo Mian, who had nowhere to go, was once a member of this place.

But as the Mongols' horseshoes went south, they crushed the dream of peace in the Southern Song Dynasty, and bad luck finally came to this solemn and forbidden land with towering pines and cypresses, continuous palaces, cigarette smoke day and night, and endless recommendation for four seasons.

The plundering and burning were just a matter of convenience. With the rapid dispersal of the people guarding the tomb, there were only a dozen veterans, middle-ranking eunuchs and eunuchs who were unable to make a living and had limbs left behind the mausoleum.

These people were named as protectors of the mausoleum by Yuan Ting as a joke, and they have lived in huts at the foot of the mountain since then, lingering.

Luo Mian, who entered the palace since childhood, is also one of them.

At the beginning, there were still low walls around the six mausoleums, and there were still a few halls for shelter from the wind and rain.

However, as the monks in Yanfu Temple and Taining Temple under the mountain continued to steal the mausoleum trees and steal the treasures from the tombs, the foxes and owls kept screaming at night between the six tombs, many walls were deliberately knocked down, and several halls were also damaged by wind and rain. invasion.

Gradually, the so-called solemn mausoleums of the emperors and empresses in the previous dynasty were just a pile of soil and a stele in the gloomy pine forest.

The biggest catastrophe was in August of the 22nd year of Kublai Khan's reign.

In this year, Yang Lian Zhenjia, the leader of Buddhism in the south of the Yangtze River, was a disciple of Basiba, an eminent monk in XZ, and led the monks to the south.

This Xixia man was concerned about something in the six tombs, so the mausoleums of Song Ningzong and his queens Yang, Lizong, and Duzong became the first four tombs to be stolen.

According to the records on the stele, another envoy surnamed Liu named Zhonglu appeared, his face was as stiff as withered, but he was tireless and hungry. He read Kublai Khan's will and ordered the mausoleum guards not to stop him.

The only thing that can be known now is that Luo Mi, the envoy of Song Ling's mausoleum buried in Nether Alley, led his people to protect him desperately, and was beaten and tortured by the other party.

The noses, ears, and tongues of the old soldiers and eunuchs were all cut off by Yang Lianzhenjia's men, and the bones of their hands and feet were repeatedly broken. The evil monks took pleasure in torturing them day and night.

The old soldiers died soon, leaving only a dark waist card.

Just when the eunuchs thought their fate was coming to an end, an old eunuch who kept secrets on the stele appeared, and rescued them with the handwriting of King Shouluo, the eight masters and eight masters. Afterwards, these half-dead eunuchs were put on the knife The neck was driven out of the cemetery.

The ancestor in the forbidden palace told them that he would not care about their life and death any more. If he didn't want to be chased and killed by these lamas, he could escape to a place further south by himself.

The dying eunuchs fled down the mountain, just in time to meet a group of sneaky people.

The eunuchs guarding the mausoleum thought they would die if they encountered tomb robbers and evil monks, but the leader of the opponent was a hero named Tang Yu from Shanyin, Shaoxing, who usually donated money and acted chivalrously.

When he heard that the imperial mausoleum had been stolen, he immediately sold off his property, summoned patriots from the village, and sneaked into the imperial mausoleum tonight, hoping to replace the bones of the emperors and empresses with animal bones.

Luo Xian was the youngest, and could no longer bear the resentment in his heart, so he volunteered to take them back to the mountain, and finally put the bones of the emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty into a stone letter, and buried them in front of Tianzhang Temple in Lanzhu Mountain, Shaoxing. The skull is huge and dare not be replaced.

It was only later that Luo Xian found out that Yang Lian Zhenjia heard people say that Li Zong said that "the one with pearls has night light, so he hung his corpse upside down among the trees and took mercury. After three days and nights, he lost his head."

Later, in order to use the technique of disgusting victory, the demon monk Yang Lian Zhenjia collected the bones of the emperors together, mixed them with the bones of animals such as cattle and horses, and buried them together under the imperial palace of the Southern Song Dynasty, and built a "high ten" on it. The three-zhang white pagoda suppresses it, and the name is Zhenben." It means to suppress the resistance of the people in the south of the Yangtze River to the rule of the Yuan Dynasty.

Such behavior naturally aroused great hatred among the people in the south of the Yangtze River. Among them, the Taoist priests who failed to debate the scriptures and were expelled from the vulgar world, the monks who formed a secret society, the Mingjiao believers who had been suppressed and resisted for a long time, the landless peasants and handicraftsmen finally united and formed a silent war. A burning thread.

Seeing the resentment of the people and the courage of the righteous, the young Luo Mian thought that Zhao Song's vitality was not exhausted. Hearing that some people in Guangdong and Guangxi claimed that the last emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, was not dead, so he discussed going south to look for it.

Relying on the help of the martyr Tang Yu, the group of disabled eunuchs finally entered Fujian by boat after going through untold hardships.

Due to strong winds on the road, they first sailed to Nan'ao, Guangdong by mistake, and then the ship was broken by huge waves, and then drifted to the west of Hepu. Five or six eunuchs died, and only nine people were able to go ashore.

Coincidentally, at a seaport in Puxi, they also met Zhao Ruohe, the king of Minchong County who was surnamed Huang to avoid disaster.

The former prince in brown clothes was barefoot, with a fishing net on his shoulders, ready to go to sea; The endless royal heirs.

An old eunuch took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, and went up to call the king of the county, but then the other party's eyes were full of panic, and the old eunuch looked around at a loss.

The two sides chattered for half a day, and finally passed by indifferently in the busy fishing market, neither of them dared to exchange a word.

On the side, Luo Mian's face was ashen, and he finally realized that in the 22nd year of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhao Song, who he had worked so hard to guard the mausoleum, had already perished in the hearts of the people, just like the king of Minchong who was dressed as a fisherman in the fishing market just now , To put it bluntly, they are nothing more than ordinary people.Even if they found the legendary Song Emperor, it would be nothing more than a repeat of what happened to Lu Xiufu.

In fact, in the Southern Song Dynasty when the fire was cooking oil, the bones and blood were still spreading among the people, but no one dared or even willing to pick it up again...

The eunuchs came to Fuzhou city by begging, but they couldn't beat the beggars, and finally walked into the city's most filthy Yizhuang burial ground, and did what they used to do-the three lanes and seven alleys at that time There is this Yizhuang in the corner, and opposite there is a deserted printing office in the late Song Dynasty.

History seems to have come back in a circle again, playing a small joke with them, but at the beginning it was guarding the mausoleum for the Seven Emperors and Seven Empresses, but now it is for the countless people who died in vain and died in Fuzhou City.

Disabled mausoleum guard eunuchs go to and from the city every day, paying forty renminbi for the corpses of children who died young, and [-] renminbi for adults who died violently, and are responsible for sending them to the furnace for burning. No one in this city is willing to deal with these lowly, dirty, The eunuchs who stink all day long are either companions or enemies.

The old eunuchs are slowly dying of old age, and the youngest Luo Xian is getting older and older, sticking to this deserted yard that seems to be abandoned by the world, staring at death on a cold night, with only one piece of stone buried with him. The waist plate of the mausoleum guardian made of ebony, which has been rubbed until it is as smooth as a mirror.

Turned into this little human tomb.

Between the lines, Luo Mian was full of depression and resentment, wanting to resist and shout, but weak and powerless.

He longed for the prosperity of the Southern Song Dynasty that he had never experienced before, and saw the increasingly brutal rule of the Meng Yuan Dynasty. I want to fantasize about bright and shining scenes.

Song Yongmu Mausoleum Guardian Envoy Zhongguan, Luo Mian.

These eleven words are not only the identity that will be remembered for a lifetime, but also the only thing that he can remember firmly in this wandering life journey, although he can never mention it.

Jiang Wen looked at the date of inscription on the tombstone, and found that God had played a black humorous joke on him again.

In the end, Luo Mian lived to the tenth year, a full 80 years old, which was an unprecedented longevity for a eunuch—but just not enough.

Because in the second year after his death, public grievances could no longer be suppressed, and the White Lotus Sect Han Shantong and Liu Futong took the lead in the uprising, followed by Peng Yingyu and Xu Shouhui, which opened the prelude to the destruction of Mengyuan.

Luo Mian never waited until his death, the scene he wanted to see in countless night dreams.

Jiang Wen looked at the end of the inscription and sighed deeply.

If you don't have knowledge of later generations, you will never be able to see through the deepest and darkest fog in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and know the direction of all development.

Then I, maybe like this old eunuch who died alone, never knew where the ship that carried me was going.

Oh no, maybe I will write "Dugu Qiubai" on the tombstone, make up some sensational stories, and create a prophecy book even more bizarre than "Tui Bei Tu".

"Why are you sighing? Don't you really believe these old eunuchs' nonsense?"

The master of Eryouzhai suddenly spoke out, his words were full of conceited superiority.

Jiang Wen frowned: "What do you mean?"

The master of Eryouzhai shook his body.

"You let me go before I tell you, I can't run away anyway."

Jiang Wen thought for a while, and then slowly let go of his hand.

"Go ahead."

The master of Eryouzhai shook his shoulder that was sore from being scratched, and grinned nervously, looking vigilantly at this piece of Kui Ye that was so thick that it couldn't be melted.

"I mean, these eunuchs are not as pitiful as they say. Think about it, if this place is only occupied by a group of disabled old eunuchs, how can the name of Nether Lane be spread?"

The other party pretended to be talking deeply, but his body hid a little in the hall, as if he was guarding against the cold arrows in the dark, "Hongyang Shengtong told me that these eunuchs are in charge of the secretaries of the former Song Palace, and they can not only build ghost buildings Yinxiang, still in the alley refining corpses and worshiping ghosts."

Perhaps in order to enhance persuasiveness, the master of Eryouzhai tried his best to mobilize his stiff face.

"It's normal for the mausoleum guards to build Minglou Xiangdian. As for the theory of ghosts and gods, it's a bit bizarre and fabricated, right?"

Jiang Wen imitated someone's exclusive tone very skillfully, and made the other person furious with a single sentence.

"Really? I don't believe it!"

The master of Eryouzhai explained with some excitement.

"Hmph, it was here that the Holy Child of the Red Sun found the "Book of Immortal Ascension" left by Luo Chunyi. His martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds, and then he became obsessed and wanted to find some chance to become an immortal. According to him, this The group of eunuchs not only kept Luo Chunyi's handwriting, but also ordered by the other party to search for the secret records of the former Song Dynasty in Fuzhou, and all of them are extremely strange..."

Jiang Wen asked suspiciously, "Are they so powerful?"

Then he looked at the other party with his eyes, full of playfulness.

The owner of Eryouzhai immediately noticed the slip of the tongue, and hurriedly added: "I've heard it all too, and I only know this specifically, not the inside story!"

Jiang Wen looked at the forest of corpses, and smiled faintly: "You have killed so many people, and you dare to say that you are not familiar with this place, it seems that you are not an honest person."

The master of Eryouzhai had cold sweat on his forehead.

"The group of mausoleum guard eunuchs quietly practiced the northern method, cursed and killed hundreds of Mongols in the city without anyone noticing, and secretly refined the Flying Drought Demon in an attempt to rebel. They have already turned this place into a slaughterhouse. I just borrowed the place to hide the corpse, Look at these sallow skins and withered flesh, they are actually all Mongolians they cursed and killed at the beginning, and they have not rotted for two or three hundred years!"

Jiang Wen stepped back in horror, and sure enough, he found that the corpses were of different colors, and their clothes were also very old, and some even wore rare sheep fur cloaks.

"Good guy, what kind of evil spell is this!"

The master of Eryouzhai also murmured nervously.

"If it weren't for an emergency tonight, I wouldn't want to come to this ghostly place! The Holy Child of Hongyang has studied this place the most, but he didn't tell me in detail. He only said that it was recorded in the official files that Emperor Hongwu sent people to find it. Finally, the descendants of Tang Yu, a righteous man, went to Tianzhang Temple to retrieve the bones of the empresses of the six mausoleums, and told about the deeds of the eunuchs guarding the mausoleum."

"Emperor Hongwu immediately sent Jin Yiwei to Fuzhou to search, and finally found this Nether Lane. The guards, big and small, were frightened out of their wits. Later, the government ordered the house to be demolished and buried at the entrance of the lane, and no one was allowed to enter."

The master of Eryouzhai said with a mysterious expression.

"However, I found a version of the engraving from among the remnants of woodcuts, which contains scriptures from Northern France circulated in the former Song Dynasty, and the content is also appalling."

After finishing speaking, he quietly took out a wooden board hidden under the pillar of the porch, and the title of the book department "Buddha said Dama Rizhi Bodhisattva Sutra" was written on the printed line.

[Those who subdue the furnace again are used as half-moon phases.Zhouhui's realm path is also adorned with vajra garlands... burnt corpses, remnants of firewood, human flesh and bones, and human fat...the face is evil, the mouth is sharp, and the teeth are sharp.Such as calamity fire hole burning name wrath fire sky.The law of such is what the Great Morici said...]

Jiang Wen took a rough look, and found that this Buddhist scripture was full of terrifying methods of burning human flesh and rubbing fat, tearing apart human bones and clothing, and said bluntly, "If you follow this method, you will die in seven days."

Seeing Jiang Wen's serious and focused expression, the master of Eryouzhai knocked off the engraving in Jiang Wen's hand like an electric shock, and kicked it out from a distance.

"Don't look! This evil method will penetrate into the brain and drive people crazy! People who stare at me in the dark will definitely also use these spells. I have nowhere to escape..."

The other party frantically and nervously told Jiang Wen that someone was going to kill him, it seemed that it was because he knew and had been to this place.

Jiang Wen didn't care about his sudden onset, thinking to himself.No matter from which angle you look at it, it seems that this is deeply related to the cruel and bloody sacrifices and blood sacrifices during the Song Dynasty!

Jiang Wen also heard Chen Jinnan say the origin of Lizong's skull Gabala bowl before, because "it may be said that the Western Fan monks returned to their customs in order to get the emperor's skull to win and become rich, so they stole the ears."

Could it be that these horrible customs of Northern France have a deeper connection with the Lamaism practiced by Meng Yuan? !
Suddenly there was a sound of wall tiles, and the wind was fierce, and the master of Eryouzhai suddenly screamed.

"The man who killed me is coming!"

As the strange wind surges in the abandoned bookstore where corpses stand like a forest, it seems to wake up some existence that has been dormant in the dark for a long time. A ghost face with upside-down and distorted features and a strange appearance slowly emerges on the wall.

"You are indeed here—hand over the secret engraving of the former Song Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)