The Golden Hairpin

"Trust me, all the temples in Chang'an City today are the same." Huang Zixia didn't leave him a fluke.

Zhou Ziqin sighed and threw the joss stick neatly into the incense burner in the patio, then turned and squeezed it outside: "Let's go, let's go."

Almost everyone was talking about the Buddha's bones in Famen Temple in Chang'an.

"When the Buddha bone enters Beijing, my family must go to the last buddha to welcome him! It's not far from the outskirts of the city, right?"

"Yeah, I originally said that there are 120 seats to be built, and there should be more people going to meet them, but I heard that it was King Kui who put pressure from them, and it was reduced to only 72, so the last one is also away from the capital. Thirty miles away."

"Don't say thirty miles, three hundred miles I want to go too!"

"This king Kui is really haunted by Pang Xun's ghost, afraid that the Buddha's bones will enter the capital? Why do you want to reduce the Buddha for no reason? What's wrong with him?"

When Huang Zixian heard it, she only frowned slightly. Zhou Ziqin had already raised her finger to the person and shouted: "Hey, what did you say..."

Huang Zixia grabbed him and said in a low voice, "Don't ignore them!"

Zhou Ziqin flicked his sleeves angrily, looking at the group of people with furtive cheeks.

The surroundings were very noisy. Those people didn't notice Zhou Ziqin at all, and they were still talking: "Who knows... I heard that King Kui still wanted to block the construction of the Buddha. Later, I insisted on this and kept it."

"It is said that King Kui is really obsessed with his heart and wants to overturn the world! On the winter solstice, King E was forced by him to jump off the building and died in Daming Palace!"

"Yes, yeah, I also heard about it! Lord E died for Jiangshan Sheji, moved the world, so he soared in mid-air, Daming Palace was seen by a thousand people! Everyone present bowed down to send E Wang Huaxian! "

"Yes, yes, I also heard! This is absolutely true! The nephew of my third uncle's aunt is in the Imperial Forest Army in the palace, and he was in the Lord Xiangluan at that time. That was what I saw with my own eyes!"

"I've also heard! But no, Wang Sao betrayed Xuzhou, suppressed Nanzhao, and resisted Shatuo in the north. Datang Sheji can have today. He has made a great contribution, but he actually...has been hiding evil for so many years?"

"I heard that it was King Kui who was entangled by the ghost of Pang Xun when he was in Xuzhou, and he planted a curse beside him. Now that the curse is gradually coming on, he has become disoriented and possessed by an unjust soul, although his appearance is still King Kui. , But inside is already Pang Xun's ghast, who is about to overthrow the world of Datang!"

Others hurriedly lowered their voice and interrupted him: "You are going to die! You dare to say such things?"

"Is there anything you dare not say? Didn't you hear? The whole capital is talking about it, something everyone knows! King Kui is now deposed from all posts, it means that the emperor has also noticed his wolfish ambitions, isn't it?" Although he said this with his neck, after all, he didn't dare to say any more.

Zhou Ziqin glared at the group of people and muttered in a low voice: "What happened...This kind of absurd rumors are actually getting worse?"

Huang Zixia pulled up his sleeves and left, but the few people behind had changed the subject and continued to talk about welcoming the Buddha bone: "I heard, the Buddha bone has passed by, and countless people worshipped it. The Buddhadharma is really boundless. After catching the torch for half a day, after Matsakiko burned, his hand was filled with rosin, and the whole right hand was burning, but he didn't feel the pain, and holding the burning right hand led to a long way for the Buddha bone!"

"Really a devout and honest believer! I will be able to achieve the great road and lead me to the Western Heavenly Bliss for the Buddha!"

Zhou Ziqin rolled his eyes and asked Huang Zixia: "There are really people in this world who are not afraid of pain?"

"People in the world pursue all kinds of things. There are those who break love for fame, and some who are not afraid of the sword and the sea for profit. Why can't anyone go through the fire for faith?" Huang Zixian walked forward, frowning slightly, "Everyone is in this world. , I have everything I am willing to give for it. At that point, maybe you and I will have a moment of burning and willing to endure."

Zhou Ziqin thought for a while, looked at the people around who were talking about miracles, shook his head and said, "I can't, I'm afraid of pain."

"Sometimes, belief and pursuit will make people not afraid of everything." Huang Zixia said, looking up at the crowded crowd in front of him, and then said as if talking to herself, "It's like being caught in the spirit of contemplation," Not afraid of death, ignoring destruction, and will only move forward recklessly towards the ultimate goal."

Zhou Ziqin said, "How can the dementia be so serious? Just like Master Mu Shan told Yu Xuan, he had to use his own heart demon to induce him first. He is also the most powerful dementor, right? I don't believe that he can make me hurt your heart out of thin air."

Huang Zixian nodded silently and said, "Yes, it's just that people can't match the demons of the heart to fall into paranoia and resentment. If there is no reason, how can there be an opportunity for soul-satisfaction?"

As they said, they managed to squeeze out of the crowd and to the gate of the temple.

But more people flowed in, rubbing their shoulders and crossing the threshold to enter. When an old man passed by them, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at them, and asked in surprise, "Are you...Xingying's friends?"

Huang Zixia turned her head and saw that it was Zhang Xingying's father, Zhang Weiyi, the old man who had been ill. She had only met Zhou Ziqin one or two times when she went to Zhang Xingying's house, but she had such a good memory that she recognized them all at once.

They hurriedly saluted and asked, "How is the old man's health?"

Zhang Weiyi seemed to be in good spirits, and said with a smile: "I have been raising it for more than half a year. I was a doctor before and gave myself medicine for so long. Alas, it seems that my medical skills are still inadequate, and I can only go out now."

"Where, the old man is a well-known doctor in Beijing, so he rejuvenates naturally."

Zhang Xingying's brother next to him smiled and said, "I don't know if I will meet you here, otherwise Xingying will definitely follow."

Zhou Ziqin asked quickly: "Yes, Brother Zhang should also be resting today. Where did he go to play?"

"Stay at home and rest. He has been with King Kui now, and it is rare to have a few days of vacation to let him sleep a little longer." Zhang Weiyi smiled and looked inside, "There are enough people...have you finished the incense?" "

"What? I didn't squeeze in at all, so I came out." Zhou Ziqin said, and said worriedly, "Lao Zhang, I don't think you should go in. It's not good if you get squeezed in by the crowd."

"Yes, dad, sit down, and I will help you go in and offer incense. The Buddha will not blame it."

When Zhang Weiyi saw his son saying this, he held the joss stick in his hand and worshiped three times outside the temple, and then went to find a stone for people to sit down with them.

Although Zhang Xingying's brother was in his prime, it took a lot of effort to squeeze in, and he didn't squeeze it out for a long time. The three of them sat there waiting bored, Zhang Weiyi asked Huang Zixia: "Miss Huang, do you remember the case in my house back then?"

Huang Zixia covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "Remember, I was very young at that time. When I followed my father to check clues at your house, I was scolded by you."