Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 57 The Five Colors Carry the Fate to the Heavenly Palace The Three Spirits Return to the Mountain The Dream is Over

After finding Mo, Cheng Heng became more certain about his guess.

However, there was no one among the students who was related to Hu Tianzhu, and no one had any dispute over the purchase of ink. Cheng Heng didn't understand what he should do.

The group of students were very well-behaved and Cheng Heng didn't need to do anything. The sound of them reading in unison was certainly pleasant to the ears.

When he had nothing to do, Cheng Heng picked up a pen to write and draw, and wrote down his teaching experience. In the future, he would definitely create a teacher like the one in the world of the Ying brothers and sisters in his own script.

The ink is as black as lacquer, and the bright black color makes people feel comfortable. Then look up at the tiles with a higher grayness, and the dark blue mountains in the haze - this kind of scenery is certainly reassuring.

After a long time, it even felt like I had drunk a whole jar of wine and got drunk.

The name of this jar of wine is nothing more than the mountains and rivers, roofs and farming and studying of Huizhou.

The teacher and the students got along well with each other. Cheng Heng only had to answer a few questions from time to time and assign the homework. There was nothing else he needed to do - this seemed to be the daily routine of the teaching profession in everyone's eyes.

But Cheng Heng had heard Guan Yin talk about it, had seen it, and even been a naughty student. He was grateful for the well-behaved students in front of him, which allowed him to take a moment to rest and sort out all the things...

"On the mountain again?" Guan Yin recalled the Hundred-Step Cloud Ladder and couldn't help but think of his own fears in the past few days.

Fortunately, the clouds finally cleared and the moon appeared. Guan Yin and Liu Jiaoan revealed their true feelings to each other, which finally put Guan Yin's mind at ease: "Where is it this time?"

Looking up, he saw strange rocks like mountains and tall green pines in the distance. Before Guan Yin had time to think about it, he saw the clear outline of Cheng Heng's figure in the place where the clouds and mist dispersed in front of him.

The two people just met and didn't even have time to say a word, but they saw a woman in a red dress floating in, her feet not touching the ground.

The two of them didn't know whether this person was a ghost or a fairy, they just knew it would be impolite to stare at her at this time. So they stood where they were, neither running nor moving forward, waiting for the woman in red to make a move.

After just a moment, the woman in red was heard sighing. Before she opened her mouth, she started crying "Hey, hey, hey."

Whether the woman in front of them was a human, a fairy, or a ghost, it was just a dream after all. It had little impact on Guan Yin and Cheng Heng.

But as his emotions moved, Guan Yin couldn't help but feel pity for this young girl.

He wanted to go forward and ask, but before he could open his mouth, Guan Yin heard the red-dressed woman's plea: "I thought I had redressed my father's wrongs, but when I woke up, it was all a dream. My soul staggered and drifted past the White Mountain and landed on the Yellow Mountain."

The woman looked around, and Guan and Cheng naturally followed her gaze - not far away was the famous Welcoming Pine of Huangshan, and not far below the pine was the "Three Islands of Penglai".

There is a legend about the Three Penglai Islands, which is about Emperor Minghuang of Tang and Yang Guifei. Guan Yin took this opportunity to talk about it with Cheng Heng.

"Looking over there, the green pines are like a canopy, and the green rocks are sitting upright, as if there are immortals playing chess. I can't help but go to the stream, look at my own reflection, and then cry to the heavens."

The woman in red sighed, and before Guan Yin and Cheng Heng could recover from the former's suppressed voice, a piece of paper covered with ink words fluttered from where the woman had just stopped into Guan Yin's hands.

After holding the paper firmly, the two men did not have time to ask the girl for any details. The latter had disappeared in the blink of an eye...

[Beishuangdiao] [Xinshuiling] [Looking at] the clear stream, I can see that it is different from yesterday, and looking at the mirror, I believe that my heart should be correct. [It also teaches] that the spring wind is like a knife, [and] the winter snow is like a shuttle. [You have wasted] the good years, and [thrown] away all the things in the dream.

"Could this couplet be 'New Steps on the River'? The three Penglai Islands in the distance... 'The Palace of Eternal Life'?" Cheng Heng quickly denied his own thoughts, "The part she recited just now was not 'The Palace of Eternal Life', it sounded more like the story you are writing."

[Nanxian Lü Ru Shuangdiao] [Nan Bu Bu Jiao] Slowly watch the clouds rise and the spring smoke fall, there is a place like a dream, drunk and depressed for no reason. The stream rises up white, wanting to make the fairy fall.

"What can you two do while watching?"

To Guan Yin and Cheng Heng's surprise, the "person" who came out of the green pine trees not only saw them, but also took the initiative to ask questions.

"What did you do again?" Cheng Heng frowned and looked at the "person" in front of him, "Who is it again?"

"I was created from this mountain forest. Together with the brother and sister Huang Yun and Huang Shi, I gave her a dream and fulfilled her long-cherished wish." The visitor thought that the green pine had become a spirit.

Qing Song Ling was not annoyed by Cheng Heng's words, and answered the latter's questions one by one: "The three of us were originally made of green pines, strange stones, and sea of clouds. Seeing that she was young and carefree, and her youth was sad, I felt pity for her and sent her a dream."

"But she didn't expect that this dream would cause her death. Now the King of Hell is looking for her, and Fengdu City wants to capture her..."

"But this is clearly not your fault." Cheng Heng wanted to speak up for Qingsong Lingming, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that he had no place to redress the injustice for her. "You were also trying to fulfill her dream."

"We never asked her to have this dream."

When waking up from the dream, everything that was obtained with great difficulty turned into nothing. He knew that there was no way to redress his grievances, which prompted the dreamer to die early.

He had good intentions, but in the end he did something wrong. Mountain goblins, monsters, gods and mysterious spirits often pay a much higher price for doing wrong things than ordinary people!

"(Worldly people) always outnumber the green mist, (exiled immortals) often lie like green pines."

At this moment, an iron chain rose from the ground and entangled the pine tree not far away. The pine spirit that was originally standing beside Cheng Heng and Guan Yin also disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Heng felt a little upset. She was clearly a good fairy and a good girl, so why didn't she get the ending she deserved in the end? Instead, the evildoers got away with it?

"Because the reputation of the wicked is not a bad reputation."

"Everyone has been blinded for a long time, and of course they think that the evildoers are doing good things. Those who see clearly and suffer from it are either unable to defend themselves or are attacked by the crowd."

Guan Yin's conclusions were not drawn from any profound social issues, but were simply from his daily teaching. He could clearly see the purpose of each student, but sometimes it was difficult to tell right from wrong.

"But this is not good. Do we have to let those helpless things happen again and again when writing a script? Maybe your line today will be the pillar for you to persevere in the future, maybe..."

"Maybe I can wait for the day I deserve." Guan Yin has his own reality, and Cheng Heng has his own stubbornness. "Good people should have a good result!"

Then, the colorful clouds opened up, and every strand of cloud was twisted together with the golden thread, clearly showing the gods everywhere. In an instant, the sky cleared up and the fog dissipated, and three gods in neat clothes jumped out of the clouds. They held green jade in their hands and covered themselves with a precious canopy.

Guan Yin and Cheng Heng could not recognize them clearly, but the green pine spirit bowed its head and worshipped. A little ghost with a green face and fangs jumped out from the other end of the iron chain and kowtowed to the three gods on the cloud.

“Your Majesty, I was ordered to capture this spirit of the pine tree. I am not abusing my power for personal gain…” Before the three gods could speak, the green-faced, fang-toothed little ghost had already explained, “Your Majesty, this spirit of the tree killed a young woman, so I was ordered to capture it.”

As for Qing Songling, he did not explain either, but knelt with his body straight, without bending. Guan Yin and Cheng Heng then remembered that when Qing Songling was taken away just now, he was also regretful but not humble.

[Bei Zhegui Ling] (The clown dresses up as a little ghost and pays homage, the sheng dresses up as the spirit of the green pine and pays homage) I can’t bear to cut off and throw away my roots and crowns that have lived for a hundred years, [how could I abandon] the sea of clouds and the blue stone, I dare not live alone.

The words on the rice paper changed completely with Cheng Heng's thought. Guan Yin opened his eyes wide and looked at the contents, wanting to see what a different ending this mountain and this pine would have.

"You have been learning the immortal arts from the Immortal Master, and have been enlightened by Emperor Xuanyuan into human form. You are not evil monsters, but should be considered as immortals. This time, you have no intention to harm anyone, and it cannot equal your past merits."

"However, Guan's injustice has not been redressed, and the cause and effect have not yet been resolved..."

"[Unfinished] The vengeance of the righteous men and their loyalty and bravery will be recorded in history!"

Qing Songling's brows were filled with compassion and sorrow, but the little ghost rolled and crawled forward, the iron chain in his hand "ding ding dang dang", echoing in the forest for a while: "Emperor, this pine tree spirit... Grandpa Tree Fairy will not go to the underworld, how should I report it?"

"My smile is frowning, but I see his eyes are filled with tears."

The Three Officials Emperor examined Qing Songling's merits and demerits. Although he made a mistake, he could still be promoted to an immortal official based on his past achievements. Qing Songling was very happy. He and the three emperors, Tianguan, Diguan, and Shuiguan, never forgot Miss Guan...

"The daughter of the Guan family is both loyal and filial, with a noble character. She is so touching that she has the potential to ascend to heaven. The Jade Emperor has issued an order, and the ten kings of hell will not make things difficult for you."

[The light shines] like silver foil of the bright moon, [The wind rustles] the slope of the purple bamboo forest, [The tall pines stand tall and strong] on the steep mountain, [The soft and endless] willows stretch along the clear waves on the bank.

The ink on the rice paper is no longer a green mountain for burying bones. Guan Yin and Cheng Heng looked at each other for a moment, thinking about the same question in their hearts - is this what the immortals in Huangshan want, or is it the wish of the two people that good people will be rewarded?
There was no wind and the clouds were everywhere. The person was not on the top of the mountain, but the sea of clouds was beside him. Amid the melodious and sad sound, the clouds condensed into a vague human shape.

[Nanjiangershui] The sun is as red as cinnabar, [Yishan] is like ink. The soft heart and soul pray to the immortals. The five mountains and three mountains talk about merits and demerits, and the thousands of peaks and valleys look for the spirit.

"Ah, Yun Niang..." With Song Ling, there must naturally be Yun Ling and Shi Ling. Qing Song Ling had just mentioned their names. Shi was shaped like a human, standing on the top of the mountain, seemingly crumbling, but his eyes never left Yun Niang.

"Mother Yun, the soul of the Guan family girl will naturally go to the underworld. Why bother looking for her?"

Yunniang cried, and then a rain turned the originally gray Huangshan Mountain into green.

"Oh, how sad! Where can I find the beautiful figure? It turns out that it is hard for good people to survive. How can I use all my magic to punish evil?

[Northern Goose Falls with Victory Order] [For Yuji], praying for blessings like this, [hoping for longevity] turns out to be a disaster. [Praying to the heaven] Why bother to seek grace, [telling the earth] who will forgive suffering. Wearing [brocade] embroidered silk, [earing] music from all over the world! [How can it be] a sudden fire without cause, [clearly] the accumulation of love and pain. (Dan plays Yunniang crying) Weeping and sad, [should have known] that the spring scenery today is not yesterday. Pity, [where to go] to sigh about the chaos and turbidity of life.

"Speaking of which, Yun has experienced more than just Huangshan. He has seen many joys and sorrows in the world. It was a rare opportunity for him to find a blessed place and become an immortal. He wanted to help others and was unable to do so. In her eyes, he was harming the girl's life..."

When Cheng Heng saw Yunniang, he couldn't help but put himself in her shoes... Ling, after being a teacher for so long, Cheng Heng gradually realized that there was not much he could change in a society.

It is easy to "choose a good path for students", but you don't know what the result will be. It is always right to "persuade people to be good", but it is extremely difficult to do it.

"But I clearly killed her. If I hadn't had this dream, she wouldn't have died so early."

Every drop of rain that fell on clothes carried Yunniang's voice, trembling, and it was unclear whether it was the wind or Yunniang's sorrow.

[Nan Yaojiao Ling] It was clearly out of kindness, but he did not expect to make a mistake.

"I don't care whether you are right or wrong, both of you have to go to the underworld today!" It was still the little ghost with a green face and fangs. The Three Officials Emperor had just left and was thinking about capturing Yun Niang and Shi Ling.

"Hey, little brat, can't you hear what the gods said? Are these three good?" The little brat was also stupid and silly. Cheng Heng couldn't help but say, "Qingsong has just gone to look for the soul of Guan's daughter. Yunniang, don't cry anymore."

Without the stage between them, even though Cheng Heng knew that they were the characters in the original play, he still spoke up to persuade them.

"The Three Officials Emperor was talking about Qingsong just now, not the two of them..." The little ghost was obviously dissatisfied with Cheng Heng, "What's more, you are a playwright, it's not enough for you to meddle in the affairs of the human world, why are you meddling in the affairs of the underworld?"

"Hey!"

Cheng Heng didn't know how this brat knew what he originally did, but he was inspired by the contempt in his tone: "The Three Officials Emperor clearly said 'you guys', not the three of them. Do you, a brat, and the two of us have a place?"

"Otherwise, dereliction of duty is a minor matter, but if you harm the lives of these two fairies, you'd better be careful of your own life!"

The little ghost shuddered all over when he heard this, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

"You took the initiative to take this lucrative job, didn't you? If something goes wrong, and the Lord of Hell and the Judge get angry, you won't have a good ending!"

Most of the opera scripts are about stories about people using ghosts and gods. The more insignificant the identity is, and the more it is played by a clown, the more secretive plots are likely to be involved. Cheng Heng used his own experience to make a gamble - if the gamble is right, the little ghost will definitely let go!

"This this……"

"That……"

"Hmm?" After the teacher did this for a while, Cheng Heng also gained some momentum.

"Yes Yes!"

The little ghost shrank away mumbling something, and Cheng Heng's gaze returned to Yun Niang and Shi Ling in front of him.

"[Originally] the fog was thick and the clouds were sad, [now] the will is good and the mountains are green."

In an instant, the clouds and fog dispersed, and Yun Niang finally turned into a beautiful lady and landed on the flying stone beside her, looking at Guan Yin with her eyes full of autumn water.