Chapter 367 Enlightenment
Before the Hu people entered Chang'an City, most people fled with their property and food.
There is not much left in Chang'an City, only the houses that cannot be moved
When the Hu people were beaten back, they set fire to the house and burned it down as well.
The raging fire burned for three days.
The flames shot up into the sky, and even the birds flying by could not escape.
Birds cried, charred corpses fell, and ashes covered the ground.
On the afternoon of the third day, the fire was finally put out.
When everyone walked into Chang'an City, it was devastated and its prosperity had collapsed.
Qin Xiao and Wei Dashuan are the oldest in the group.
Even though they rebelled against the imperial court, they could not help but feel grief-stricken when they saw the scene in Chang'an City.
It has been three hundred and twelve years since Dayu built the city of Chang'an.
It took more than three hundred years for it to go from desolate to prosperous.
From prosperity to desolation——
Just a fire.
They walked in over the charred rubble, their boot soles caked with dust.
Only broken walls and ruins remained of the magnificent buildings, covered with cracks like dry skin.
Su Zhizhi saw that the Heishan Mansion was burned beyond recognition, the gate had collapsed, and the persimmon tree in the front yard was already charred.
When everyone was in a heavy mood, a faint singing voice suddenly came to their ears.
It was as vague as a dream whisper, coming from somewhere in the east.
Someone heard the sound and found that it came from the Prince of Yue's Palace.
In the Prince of Yue's mansion, there was a woman singing.
The singing is sad and moving.
That's Cui Xiaoxiao.
A few years ago, the Song family arranged for a singer to cover for Murong Di in the Prince of Yue's Mansion.
After Murong Di went to Lingnan, she stayed in the Prince of Yue's Mansion.
Later, when the Hu people attacked, she did not escape.
It is difficult for actors to find a place to stay in prosperous times, and there is even less room for them to survive in troubled times.
Cui Xiaoxiao took the food and hid in the secret passage that Old Man Qin and Murong Di had dug before.
Hide in the secret passage during the day and come out to get some fresh air at night.
In this way she escaped the search of the Hu people.
Later, the whole city was on fire. Fortunately, there was a pond near the main courtyard where she was hiding, so the fire did not reach her and she was saved.
Su Zhizhi and the others followed the sound and came to the gate of the Prince of Yue's Mansion, which was also burned black, and saw Cui Xiaoxiao standing in the messy yard.
Her figure was cold and lonely, and she was babbling something.
The mournful singing drifted out of the Prince of Yue's Palace and echoed over the ruins:
"Ah ...
The prosperity of the past is buried,
All I see is desolate and nothing in sight.
The inner storehouse burned to brocade ash,
The streets of heaven are full of the bones of nobles.
Yiya——the bones of nobles…”①
Many people covered their faces and cried. Only at this moment did they truly realize that Dayu was dead.
Everyone thought Hao Ren would take them directly to the palace.
Anyone who wants to be king will lead his troops into the palace first.
But Hao Ren did not go towards the palace.
He went to Huaiyuanfang, walked through the gate of Xue's mansion, and stopped at the door of Pei's house.
At this time, everyone's faces showed surprise.
When they entered Chang'an City just now, there was a fierce fire everywhere.
But when we got to Huaiyuanfang, we found that the fire in Huaiyuanfang was much less severe and most of the houses there were preserved.
The Pei and Xue Mansions only had their door plaques and gates blackened by smoke, and the impact was not serious.
Hao Ren passed by Pei Mansion several times, but never dared to take a second look.
He stood in front of the gate of Pei Mansion today and looked up at the door for the first time.
Wu Yingniang and Pei Shu stood beside him, while Su Zhizhi and Murong Di stood behind him, also looking silently at the heavy chains on the gate.
Bang!
Bai Xun cut the chain on the gate with a knife.
Hao Ren pushed open the dusty door, then turned around and said to everyone:
"Everyone has worked hard. Let's go home first. Lingyun, I want to go home and sit for a while too."
Everyone left tactfully.
Only the Pei family and the villagers of Heifei Mountain were left.
The heavy door was pushed open.
Hao Ren walked in and saw winding corridors and snow-covered branches.
He turned to Pei Shu and asked, "Sister, do you think there have been any changes?"
Pei Shu's eyes slowly swept around the surroundings, her eyes like the shimmering surface of a lake:
"Everything at home is the same as before."
Su Zhizhi and Murong Di looked around curiously.
No one in the Pei family cried, they all laughed softly.
Old Xu couldn't help it, and sat down on the steps of the corridor that hadn't been swept in years, and burst into tears:
“It’s not easy… It’s not easy for you…”
…
The news that Chang'an City had fallen and been burned spread farther and farther.
The news of Pei Lingyun appearing and commanding the army into Chang'an also spread.
Even passers-by nearly a thousand miles away from the capital heard about it.
In a teahouse on a country road.
A young man was sleeping soundly on two stools.
Next to him were several guards with swords.
There was also an old and thin Taoist priest, whose wide Taoist robe hung down like clouds.
"I heard that the Hu people are very brutal and kill people without blinking an eye..."
"When you get beaten back, you'll be pissed and pissed!"
"Dayu is dead. It was the descendants of the Pei family who brought people into Chang'an... The world will change its surname..."
Taoist Qingyang drank tea and listened to the people at the next table talking.
The tea in the countryside is very bitter. It is made from tea leaves and is far inferior to what is drunk in the palace.
Taoist Qingyang stared at the tea in a trance.
The aroma of tea is thick and a wisp of white smoke rises.
Taoist Qingyang's thoughts rose with the white smoke, and he suddenly said three times: "Good! Good! Good!"
The problem that had remained unsolved for him for many years was finally solved today.
More than ten years ago, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory was right to see the lucky star descend to the earth, and he was also right to predict the unlucky star descend to the earth.
But the presence of both good and bad luck in the world does not necessarily mean that the world will be in dire straits.
A star of misfortune brings disaster when speaking out, while a star of fortune turns misfortune into good fortune.
After all crises, there is a new beginning and new life.
Good fortune and misfortune are interdependent.
If there is only a lucky star, it will be difficult to eradicate the accumulated corruption and evils.
If there is only a disaster star, all living things will suffer and there will be no recovery.
Only when both good and bad luck coexist, and one first destroys and then rebuilds, destroys the old foundation and then builds a new building, can the world become bright and usher in a truly new image.
Taoist Qingyang drank the whole bowl of tea.
The moment he drank the tea, he suddenly realized that his decades of practice were all in vain. Only at this moment did he have an epiphany and glimpse of the Tao.
Murong Li woke up at this time, rubbed his eyes and sat up, and saw Taoist Qingyang smiling.
He was startled because he had never seen Taoist Qingyang smile like this in such a long time.
It's kind of creepy that he suddenly smiles like that.
"Master, what happened?"
Taoist Qingyang: "I have some understanding."
Murong Li: "What did you realize?"
Taoist Qingyang stroked his beard and smiled with relief:
“Heaven and earth have their own ways; we must follow nature.
There is no good or bad in fate, everything is arranged by itself."
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