"Did you see it?"
Gu Jiu looked at the screen behind him.
Liu Zhao walked out from behind the screen.
"I saw it."
"You mentioned him and Huyang, him and Wuwang... I don't dare to think about it."
Gu Jiu was so excited that he couldn't calm down.
Liu Zhao frowned, "I don't know what happened either. If I want to know the truth, I can only find everyone who was there and ask them one by one."
Gu Jiu grabbed Liu Zhao's hand and said, "Look at Wuwang's letter. He said he picked up Zhitong on the way to Xiliang. So many people went to Xiliang with Wuwang, why has no one ever mentioned this?"
"Call Qian Fu!"
The first time we went to Xiliang, Qian Fu was also in the team.
Qian Fu hurried to Xiaozhu.
There must be something important to call him in such a hurry.
Thinking all the way, what big things have happened recently?
It's nothing more than local tyrants making trouble. The Shaofu and Jinwu Guards can handle it completely. It's not up to him, the head of the Intelligence Department, to worry about it.
Overseas?
Nothing new huh?
I racked my brains but couldn't figure it out, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go see His Majesty and the Queen.
As soon as they arrived at the study, the Empress asked bluntly, "When you were traveling with the caravan to Xiliang, did you pick up a baby along the way?"
Qian Fu calmed down and said with certainty: "No!"
Gu Jiu frowned, "Do you know about Zhitong, the disciple beside Wuwang?"
"I know!"
"Do you know how Zhitong came to be with Wuwang?"
"I remember that Zhitong was a child of a mountain dweller. The mountain dweller died on the way, so Wuwang said he was the most free and asked him to take care of the child. After arriving in Xiliang, Wuwang officially accepted Zhitong as his apprentice. By the way, Zhitong was about two or three years old at that time."
Gu Jiu and Liu Zhao looked at each other, wondering why Wu Wang would lie.
He knew they would find out the truth, so why would he tell such a lie that would be exposed in an instant? It doesn't make sense!
"I'd like to ask, Your Majesty and Your Majesty, why are you concerned about Monk Zhitong? Is there something wrong with him?"
"Did you know that Zhitong is staying at Xiangguo Temple?" Liu Zhao asked.
Qian Fu nodded, "I know!"
"Do you think Zhitong is the child of mountain people?" Gu Jiu asked.
Qian Fu was about to answer in the affirmative, but then he thought, no! Could there be something fishy about Zhitong's background? Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the attitudes of His Majesty and the Empress.
He pondered and said, "The first time I met Zhitong, he was with the mountain man. I heard him call the mountain man "Daddy" with my own mouth, and the mountain man loved him very much. If he hadn't been worried about leaving the child with the neighbors because there was no one at home, he wouldn't have brought the child with him. In the end, the child was fine, but the mountain man died on the road."
Gu Jiu asked him, "Do you still remember the identity and origin of that mountain dweller?"
Qian Fu bowed and said, "I will send someone to investigate right away. However, after so many years, there's no guarantee that we'll find any useful information."
Gu Jiu exchanged a glance with Liu Zhao, then ordered, "Send someone to investigate as much as possible. Your Majesty and I both need to know Zhitong's background."
"I obey your command!"
After Qian Fu left, Liu Zhao said, "The people around Huyang are the most important. We need to investigate them as well."
Gu Jiu thought for a moment, "Deng Cunli works in the Ministry of Personnel. The people who served Huyang are all on file in the Ministry of Personnel. Let him investigate this matter."
"As you say."
Both of them were a little absent-minded.
Gu Jiu asked Liu Zhao uncertainly, "Do you think it will be what we guessed?"
Liu Zhao said with certainty: "I will not be surprised by anything Huyang does."
Gu Jiu whispered, "When we were still living in Prince Ning's Mansion, Aunt Huyang came to me and said she wanted to have a child for Wuwang. I advised her not to be foolish at the time. She listened to me, and I'm sure she gave up the idea of having a child for Wuwang at that time. Do you think she might have hidden it from us and secretly..."
"I've said that nothing Huyang does is surprising. The only strange thing is hopelessness!"
"Yes! He said in the letter that Zhitong was an abandoned baby he found. Could it be that he didn't leave a loophole on purpose, but was trying to hide it from Zhitong? After all, no one can guarantee that Zhitong won't see the contents of the letter."
"We'll discuss this matter after we get news from Qian Fu and Deng Cunli."
Liu Zhao was just a little curious about Zhitong's life experience, but not as curious as Gu Jiu.
He said to Gu Jiu, "No matter who Zhitong is, he is now just a monk in Xiangguo Temple and a disciple of Wuwang. We can't change anything! I think Wuwang doesn't want us to change Zhitong's current life."
"You have a point! But I still want to know whose child Zhitong is."
"The truth will be found out."
…
The truth is not so easy to find out.
This happened more than 20 years ago. I met a mountain villager on the road. No one knows his true origins.
When asked about the people who lived there back then, no one could explain it.
Most of the people who served Huyang back then have passed away.
The one who is still alive in this world was just a little maid back then. She could not get close to Hu Yang at all, let alone know Hu Yang's physical condition.
If you can't find anyone to serve you, then look through Huyang's itinerary and find the doctor who treated him.
The itinerary of Huyang is easy to find, as it is all recorded.
However, there is a blank period of half a year in the itinerary, with no record at all.
The clue is broken!
…
Liu Zhao comforted Gu Jiu, "I'll let Qian Fu continue the investigation."
Gu Jiu shook his head slightly, "No need! Zhitong's background is no longer important. If it is really their child, they erased all traces, clearly not wanting anyone to find out the truth. If it is not their child, and simply looks similar, that is also possible. There is no point in investigating further."
"You really don't want to investigate further?"
Liu Zhao was a little surprised. He didn't expect Gu Jiu to give up this matter so easily.
"No need to check! Regardless of whether Zhitong is their child or not, I'm happy for Wuwang and Huyang. It's a very lucky and wonderful thing to have someone in the world who looks like them, even if they're not related by blood. Perhaps this is what Buddhism calls fate. Zhitong has a connection with Buddha, and was raised by Wuwang, so it's only natural that he looks like him."
Gu Jiu figured it out!
She didn't want to get to the bottom of this matter any further and let it remain a secret that could never be solved.
She also ordered Deng Cunli to seal the archives of Princess Huyang's mansion.
…
The cold wind is howling!
On an auspicious day, Gu Jiu arrived at Beimang Mountain.
Today is the day to set up a cenotaph for Master Wuwang.
The abbot of Xiangguo Temple personally led the senior monks of Xiangguo Temple to perform a ritual for Wuwang.
As Wuwang's only disciple, Zhitong personally placed Wuwang's belongings into the coffin.
Gu Jiu faced the cold wind, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
She suddenly opened her eyes wide. Among the relics were a folding fan, a purse embroidered with gold thread, and a pair of poorly made socks.
That was Huyang's "small" gift to Hopeless.
Gu Jiu still remembered Hu Yang showing off the socks she had made herself, saying she had sewn every stitch. It was her first time sewing, and she had succeeded, so she wanted to give it to the young monk.
What did she say then?
She seemed to be giving Huyang some advice, "Make a new pair."
Hu Yang shook his head repeatedly, as if to say, "My hands are swollen from making one pair of socks. If I make another pair, my hands will be crippled. He must have these socks whether he wants them or not."
Many years have passed, and I didn't expect to see this pair of extremely ugly and poorly sewn socks again.
She secretly wiped away her tears.
My heart was in turmoil and I couldn't utter a word.
Some people are just missed.
Some feelings are destined to have no ending.
There are some things that no one can explain clearly except the parties involved.
Seal the coffin and shovel the soil!
Gu Jiu stepped forward and, as the queen, personally shoveled the soil.
She silently prayed in her heart, "Have a safe journey! I will compile a biography of famous people, and your fame will be passed down to future generations."
The mountains and forests howled and sobbed...
It sounds like someone is crying.
The voice of the monk chanting suddenly became louder.
The wind gradually died down.
Cover the earth!
Erect a monument!
Looking at the imperial tomb in the distance, it is opposite the princess's tomb.
"Amitabha, I would like to thank the Queen Mother for her kindness on behalf of my master!"
Zhitong's eyes were red, obviously he had been crying.
"What are Master Zhitong's plans for the future?" Gu Jiu asked.
Zhitong chanted the Buddha's name and said, "I will follow the abbot and study Buddhism in depth."
"Excellent! If you encounter any difficulties and need help, you can leave a message at Xiaozhu."
"Thank you, Empress, for your kindness! I have fulfilled my wish to build a cenotaph for Master. From now on, I will go into seclusion and cultivate myself."
Gu Jiu couldn't stand the word "seclusion".
When I heard about retreat, I thought of Master Wuwang.
She opened her mouth, filled with melancholy, and countless words converged into two words, "Take care!"
No longer reluctant to leave, Gu Jiu decisively went down the mountain.
The Buddhist chanting continues behind me.
Hopeless in Xiliang, should I sit high on the platform, recite scriptures, and give alms to the world?
He raised Zhitong from childhood to adulthood and personally ordained Zhitong. What kind of feeling did he have?
He relied on his last breath, braved all difficulties and obstacles, and supported his body to return to the capital. Was it to see the princess's tomb from afar?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!
The dead cannot be resurrected.
Those who are alive must continue to move forward.
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