1
In autumn, Tokyo is a bustling city with people coming and going.
However, the atmosphere in Gyeongbokgung Palace was solemn and solemn. People walked lightly and carefully, fearing to disturb something. The elderly Zhao Song official had caught a cold, and his condition had become increasingly serious in the past few days. He was bedridden and spent most of the day in a coma.
When the emperor was conscious, he summoned all the old ministers to the palace. Seeing that everyone had expressions of sorrow and fear on their faces, Zhao Jiu could not help but dryly cough twice and forced a smile, saying, "My dear ministers, life and death are determined by fate, so there is no need to be sad. I know my body well, and I think it will not last..."
The emperor spoke many more words intermittently, making arrangements for his affairs after his death. All the ministers nodded repeatedly and shed tears.
After a while, the emperor said again: "I am a little tired... Zhengfu..."
Yang Yizhong stepped out of the line and bowed his head: "I am here..."
The emperor said, "Zhengfu will stay... All the ministers may leave now."
After saying this, the official closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep again.
After an unknown amount of time, the official coughed lightly a few times.
"Zhengfu, talk to me..."
Yang Yizhong couldn't help but burst into tears, and when he saw the emperor's face gradually turn red, he was even more sad. Yang Yizhong nodded to the chief guard nearby, and the chief guard waved his hand gently, and led the palace maids and eunuchs to retreat.
The official stared at the flickering candlelight not far away, speechless for a long while.
"I had a dream yesterday..."
The official's voice floated up in the candlelight in the dark night and could be vaguely heard.
In Yang Yizhong's tearful eyes, the emperor continued: "I dreamed of going to a place yesterday, that is another world..."
Yang Yizhong just listened silently to the official chattering about a world that was different from the present world.
In that world, there are man-made iron birds flying in the sky...
In that world, there are four-wheeled vehicles running on the ground. They are not pulled by horses, but they drink something called gasoline and run tirelessly on their own...
In that world, most men don't grow beards...
In that world, women wear less than men in summer...
Yang Yizhong hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help asking: "Excuse me, sir, are there hot air balloons in that world?"
The official coughed several times, his eyes blurred, "Of course it happened..."
That night, the official woke up and fell asleep, and fell asleep and woke up again.
The emperor finally said: "When I woke up from the dream, I didn't realize that I was just a guest... I... I... I really want to go back to the dream and see that world again..."
Yang Yizhong had already burst into tears.
Three days later, Emperor Zhao of Song and Zhao Jiu of Cangzhou closed their eyes forever and never opened them again.
A few months later, in the Mingdao Palace in Weizhen County, Bozhou, Huainan East Road of the Song Dynasty.
Yang Yizhong was wearing a blue shirt and a wooden bun, standing beside the Nine Dragon Well. It turned out that Yang Yizhong was determined to practice in Mingdao Palace despite the dissuasion of his old lady and his children and grandchildren. His family tried to persuade him in vain, so they had no choice but to send Yang Yizhong to Mingdao Palace in Huainan East Road.
From then on, there was an old Taoist priest in Mingdao Palace.
The strange thing is that Yang Yizhong always staggered around the Jiulong Well, muttering to himself, but no one knew what he was saying.
Spring comes and summer goes, and it is autumn again. Yang Yizhong, dressed as a Taoist priest, was staring at the Nine Dragon Well in a daze. Suddenly, the old man rubbed his eyes and found that there seemed to be a dog lying in the well. However, his old eyes were blurry and he could not see clearly. He could not help but hold the guardrail and lean over to take a closer look...
But he slipped and fell into the well...
I don’t know how much time had passed, but Yang Yizhong just felt sore all over and found himself still lying in the well.
He rubbed his eyes and turned over to sit up. Jiulongjing is called a well, but it is not deep. Yang Yizhong moved his hands and feet, and he actually climbed out.
Inside the Mingdao Palace, the shadows of trees were swaying and the sounds of birds were heard, but there was not a single person in sight.
An iron bird flew over Yang Yizhong's head with a roar.
2
The autumn wind is blowing, the sun is setting, and in the afternoon, in a classical garden in Bozhou, Huaixi, there is an interweaving of light and shadow, and the air is refreshing and warm.
However, because it was a weekday afternoon, not many people could appreciate the beauty of the place. In fact, there was only one backpacker who bought a ticket to enter this Taoist garden, and he was sitting on a bench with his head tilted back, covering his face with a book and dozing off.
“Swish… snap!”
Suddenly, as the autumn wind blew hard, a thin book, "The Gains and Losses of Chinese Politics Throughout the Dynasties", slipped directly from the face of the young male tourist to the ground, and was swept away by the wind several steps away. The man woke up immediately, but instinctively looked at his backpack on the bench, and waited until he was sure that the things were not lost before looking for his book.
But at this moment, an old Taoist priest dragging a big broom appeared out of nowhere, bent down to help pick up the book on the ground, and sat on the bench dragging the broom, and then casually flipped through the book... The autumn wind, the blue clothes and wooden bun, the gray face and hair, startled the young man who had just woken up.
However, when the young man took a closer look and caught a glimpse of the XL logo on the collar of the Taoist robe below the bun, he felt relieved. Then he laughed secretly in his heart, mocking himself for being too suspicious.
It turns out that this place is Woyang, Bozhou, known as the hometown of Laozi. The garden here was built next to the Laozi Temple, so it is common to encounter Taoists here.
"It's rare to see young people who read books seriously these days." After flipping through a few pages, the old Taoist priest quickly handed the book back to him through his backpack, perhaps because he couldn't see it clearly or simply didn't understand it. "In fact, politics has been the same since ancient times. It's enough to understand the general idea. The details are useless. You read the right book."
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