Chapter 603: Same but different story
In the end, Wei Changtian still did not send a message to Xu Suisui.
It’s not that there is nothing to ask or nothing to say.
But there is no need to ask or say.
Whether she claimed to be the "reincarnation of Guanyin", or wanted to use the power of Buddhism to fight against the two countries of Qian and Hui, or to establish Buddhism as the state religion, these were all Xu Suisui's business and had nothing to do with him.
Since she is no longer an ally, she can go whichever way she wants.
Perhaps the only thing Wei Changtian could do was not to take the initiative to plot against this fellow villager.
That's all.
“.”
"Sir, we are now..."
Zhang San's voice floated into the carriage, which had now slowly driven out of the palace and arrived on the street outside the Meridian Gate.
It was still some time before sunset, so there were still many people walking on the street, and all kinds of banners were fluttering in the wind amid the bustling crowd.
When returning to Beijing this time, Wei Changtian has several things to do.
Now these things have basically been dealt with, except for the last one.
"Leave the city."
"Let's go to Yudu Mountain."
Half an hour later.
Ten miles north of the city is Yudu Mountain.
Yudu Mountain is shaped like a fish belly and is not very high. There are many chrysanthemums on the mountain.
This is just an ordinary low mountain around the capital of Daning, but it has some special meaning to Wei Changtian.
On the Double Ninth Festival two years ago, he set an ambush here and tried to kill Xiao Feng for the second time.
Of course, it didn't work out.
In order to repay the favor to the Liu family, a third-rank general named Chen Jie saved Xiao Feng despite the pressure from Wei Xianzhi.
However, as a condition, he also revealed the place where the Liu family hid Lu Jingyao and others after kidnapping them.
Looking back now, if it weren’t for Chen Jie, Xiao Feng might have died at the foot of Yudu Mountain long ago.
There is a high probability that Lu Jingyao and Qiu Yun will be killed by the robbers.
In this way, Wei Changtian might not have killed Liu Yuanshan just to collect points in exchange for Yunmuzhi, and he would not have been exiled to Shuzhou.
If he hadn't gone to Shuzhou, he wouldn't have been involved in Ning Qingyu's murder of his entire family, and he wouldn't have met the current Empress of Shu, Ning Yuke. A butterfly in the tropical rainforest of the Amazon River in South America, occasionally flapping its wings, might cause a tornado in Texas.
In the past life it was called the butterfly effect, and the old saying goes that a hurricane starts from a tiny drop of green duckweed.
This is how things are in the world. Any tiny change, magnified over time, will lead the development of the world in a completely different direction.
But this kind of "if that" assumption is actually meaningless.
Wei Changtian came to Yudu Mountain not to review why he failed in his attempt to kill Xiao Feng.
He actually came for the other two people.
Two insignificant little people.
"Sir, we're here."
The carriage slowly stopped beside the dirt road in the forest, and Yudu Mountain was not far ahead.
There is not much green left in the woods at the foot of the mountain. All you can see are bare branches and dead leaves covering the ground.
After the leaves fell, the view was no longer obstructed and the graves in the forest became clearly visible.
There is no doubt that this is a mass grave where all the poor people with no relatives or friends are buried.
The identities and causes of death of these people were different. The only thing they had in common was that none of their relatives or friends claimed their bodies after their deaths, so they were buried here at random by the government.
The grave was covered with messy dead grass, obviously because no one had taken care of it for a long time.
However, the surroundings of two of the tombs are particularly clean, making them look somewhat special.
"Is it here?"
Stopping beside these two adjacent graves, Wei Changtian turned his head and looked at Zhang San.
"yes."
Zhang San bowed his head and replied, "Everything is done according to your instructions, sir. In the past two years, someone has come here regularly to clean up."
"Um."
Nodding, Wei Changtian stopped talking and looked at the two graves and sighed softly.
There is no monument or name, and half a meter of desolation.
Buried here are a little girl and an old man.
The former was named Liu Yingying, and she was only twelve years old when she died.
The latter is her grandfather.
Like millions of ordinary people, there is nothing special about this pair of grandfather and grandson who depend on each other.
Both of them lived in Houqiu Village, more than ten miles outside the city, and made a living by farming and collecting herbs in the mountains.
They have been living a simple life which is hard but manageable.
The little girl has a pretty appearance and should be able to marry into a good family in a few years.
The old man can then enjoy a peaceful life without having to work in the fields all day.
Such days can be considered hopeful.
But one day, the appearance of a pig demon changed everything.
This pig demon was not very powerful, but it still ate more than a dozen people in the village within a few days.
The villagers reported the matter to the government office, and the government office said they would report it to the Xuan Jing Division for handling.
Perhaps it was because the process always takes time, or perhaps it was because the "big guys" in the government did not understand the suffering of the people. In any case, the villagers waited for a long time for the officials to come and slay the demon.
Fortunately, at this moment, a young man named Xiao happened to pass by, and killed the pig monster without saying a word.
The monster was killed, and the young man naturally became a hero in the hearts of the villagers.
Everyone wanted to thank the young man for saving their lives, but they had nothing to give. Finally, the old man surnamed Liu gave the young man a jade plaque passed down from his ancestors.
What's wrong with repaying a favor? Whether it was the old man who gave the jade token or the little girl who had fallen in love with the young man, they probably wouldn't have thought that such a normal action of theirs would actually offend a great man in the capital.
This person is not only extremely powerful, but also a notoriously bad guy.
More importantly, he has a life-and-death feud with the young man named Xiao.
Just like that, the grandfather and grandson who had accidentally given Young Master Xiao a life-saving treasure were naturally thrown into jail.
That was the first time they were taken away by officials, the first time they were thrown into jail, and the first time they were interrogated.
Although the big shot did not torture them in the end, so many firsts still made them fearful from then on.
Then they were released back home.
But the officials hiding in the village kept reminding them that the peaceful days of the past would never come back.
The strange looks from the villagers and fellow townspeople, the eyes that followed them wherever they went, they spent day after day filled with fear.
Later, they were once again taken away by officials, their acupoints were sealed, and they were thrown into a carriage.
The grandfather and grandson only remembered that it was the Double Ninth Festival and there were large fields of chrysanthemums blooming outside the village.
Sitting in the bumpy carriage, they could not move, speak, or even see anything.
They didn't know where the carriage would go or what they would encounter.
It was not until the sharp arrows whistled into their chests and the sharp sword energy chopped the carriage into pieces that they knew the answers to the above two questions.
However, even in the last second before death, they still couldn't figure out one thing.
They don't know what they did wrong.
They were just repaying a lifesaver, just giving away a jade token whose function they didn't know, and just doing what ordinary people would do.
So, why did they end up like this? If there are souls or ghosts left in the world after death, I believe this grandfather and grandson will definitely be struggling to find the answer to this question.
However, even if such a thing existed, it would be the privilege of those with extremely high cultivation levels like the remnant soul of Xuantian Sword. Ordinary people like them would definitely not have any chance.
So, they could only wait.
The grass in the forest turns yellow and then green, green and then yellow, and the leaves on the branches wither and then grow again, grow and then wither again.
They waited for nearly three years before finally hearing a word today amidst the whistling wind.
“.”
"I'm sorry."
(End of this chapter)
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