Chapter 719 The Legendary Soul-Calling Nail Is Not Just a Nail

Master Mingwu frowned slightly: "Let's accumulate virtue and stop disturbing the Liu family's children."

"It was an act of kindness from the Ai family that they didn't eradicate the disease. How about letting her live now? But thanks to you, otherwise the Ai family wouldn't have known that the famous Mr. Liu was actually a woman, or the daughter of an old friend. Tell me, are the people buried by the Ai family in your temple useful or useless?"

Because he knew too much and witnessed too much, Master Mingwu always knew that this old friend had an informant around him.

Five years ago, Liu Wei appeared, and they met by chance. Later, chaos broke out in the temple. Even if Liu Wei helped each other from a distance, the two could only be regarded as close friends.

It wasn't until he was taken to the Liu Mansion by the Liu family that time that Master Mingwu realized that injustice was injustice after all.

Liu Wei was actually that man's daughter.

Master Mingwu also understood that whenever he knew Liu Wei's identity, the concubine would know it. The concubine had been monitoring him for decades, but in the end, she still found something useful.

I blame myself for this.

After returning to the temple, I made a rule that the door would only be open for one day on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, but it was only a matter of time before it was too late.

But it is better to make amends than to pretend not to know and live in confusion.

Sighing deeply, Master Mingwu really regretted it at this moment. He really shouldn't have blocked that palm for this person, or in other words, he shouldn't have gone to Guanyuan Temple that day.

Thinking about it now, the abbot of Guanyuan Temple invited him to have tea, which may not be simple.

The biggest difference between the imperial temple and the small rural temple is that the imperial temple values ​​more the identity of the visitor, while the small rural temple opens the door of convenience, and those who come are the guests.

"Cough cough cough..."

Probably because his mind was too confused, Master Mingwu felt his throat was dry and he coughed suddenly.

Concubine Ning frowned and endured it for a while, but she couldn't hold it back anymore and stretched out her hand to help him.

However, Master Mingwu raised his hand to block the concubine's movement, and said with a pale face: "I'm sorry, concubine."

Concubine Ning threw away her hand, paused for a long time, and then asked: "The Ai family will return to the palace tomorrow, and you have nothing to say to the Ai family?"

Master Mingwu held his aching chest and waited until his breathing became smoother, then said: "I only hope that the concubine will do it. Don't make the same mistake again and again."

"After many years, you still feel that Aijia did something wrong? Well, in that case, Aijia doesn't need to say anything more. It's unintentional to say more!"

Concubine Ning was obviously angry when she left.

Master Mingwu didn't care. He only waited for the Zen room door to be closed again before he raised his head and stared at the roof beams, feeling exhausted.

Gu Wen, who was lying on the table, woke up after a long time. He rubbed his eyes, turned around, and subconsciously looked towards the bed. He saw his master's eyes open and asked in surprise: "Master, are you awake?"

"Yes." Master Mingwu glanced at his young apprentice and said, "Go back to sleep. Don't catch a cold."

Gu Wen shook his head: "No, junior brother said that the master's condition is quite serious, and the disciple has to be by his side to feel at ease. Master, please sleep, and the disciple will be watching over you."

Xiao Guwen's words were righteous, but at the same time he was a little confused. He was clearly in good spirits just now. Although he was pretending to be asleep, he was not really asleep. How could he be in a daze for a long time, and then actually fall asleep in an instant?

Scratching his bald head, Gu Wen swore secretly that he would not be able to close his eyes for a while. If something happened to Master in the middle of the night, and he fell asleep, who would take care of him?

Master Mingwu didn't try to persuade him any more. After what happened just now, he couldn't fall asleep anymore.

The vicissitudes of life of the old man could not help but think of many things in the past, such as before his entire family was wiped out, and another example, before Concubine Ning entered the palace.

The past is like smoke, and the years are passing by.

Looking back again, I realize that time waits for no one.

It’s vivid in my mind.

Perhaps, I should no longer hide some old things, but I should let them be revealed after all. After all, blindly hiding them is tiring for others and myself.

That night, Master Mingwu fell asleep intermittently until late at night.

When he woke up the next day, Master Mingwu asked Gu Wen to look for Liu Wei.

The answer I got was: "Junior brother and the others have already gone down the mountain."

Master Mingwu was stunned.

Gu Wen said: "Junior brother and the others went down the mountain early this morning. Master was not awake at that time. Junior brother asked me not to disturb Master. Junior brother said that he would be back in two days. There are some things to be done in these two days. Once he is done, he will go up the mountain. You can stay here for a while so that you can nurse yourself back to master."

Master Mingwu lowered his eyes, with a hint of helplessness on his weathered face.

On the official road in the suburbs of Beijing, Liu Wei sat lazily in the carriage, leaning his head and still reading the Sanskrit scripture.

Rong Leng was accompanying Liu Wei, holding the black wooden nail in his hand. What he saw was not the runes on the wooden nail, but the texture of the wood.

It's not sandalwood, it's not fragrant wood, it's not wood, it's not purple wood. It's pitch black, it's not an exaggeration to say it's charcoal, but it doesn't look like wood no matter how you look at it.

"It's charred wood." Liu Wei turned over a page of the book and saw that Rong Leng was still fascinated by it, so he said: "Burned wood grows in the west, most in the southwest. People in the southwest mostly use charred wood to make fires. The charred wood is dry and flammable. Compared with other The moisture contained in trees is the least in charred wood, which is convenient for preservation and easy to use."

Rong Leng listened calmly and asked: "So, the origin of this nail is Southwest?"

"Perhaps." Liu Wei said: "But the person who made this wooden nail may not be the one who uses it, and judging from the mark of this rune, it is a bit old. I estimate that this wooden nail is probably more than ten years old. "

Rong Leng frowned.

Liu Wei Yang held up the book in his hand and said: "This page tells the story about the eight treasures for water control. Whether this story is true or false, at least it was mentioned above that there is only one soul-calling nail."

Rong Leng looked at the page Liu Wei was pointing at and said nothing.

Liu Wei smiled: "Can't you understand?"

Rong Leng remained silent.

"I don't understand Sanskrit very well, but there is a translation." Liu Wei said, then reached out and grabbed a scripture and handed it to Rong Leng.

Rong Leng took it and saw the words "Eternal Stories" written on the cover.

And these four words are exactly the same as what is written on the cover of the book in Liu Wei's hand.

Rong Leng said: "Since there is a translation, why do you still read Sanskrit?"

Liu Wei shrugged: "Learn a foreign language...Besides, Sanskrit is the original version after all. There may be some discrepancies with the translation. There is no harm in taking a look."

After Liu Wei finished speaking, he continued reading and stopped talking.

Rong Leng let go of the translation and saw that it was indeed recorded above that there was only one soul-calling nail.

The soul-calling nail was formerly a boy with a phoenix tree, a phoenix perched on the phoenix tree. The ancient mythical beast phoenix perched on the phoenix tree. The little phoenix tree, with its grace, absorbed the aura of the phoenix and transformed into a phoenix tree spirit. The little spirit has been cultivating for thousands of years. Later, the Buddha just Every time he passed under a tree, he waved his hand and gave enlightenment. Finally, he became a Buddha and sat down as a boy. He listened to three thousand Buddha verses every day, and gradually acquired human nature and became a great spirit.

In the battle of Hou Ba Bao, the spirit of the sycamore tree volunteered his life and followed the fire of karma to save the common people. His soul was huddled on that small sycamore nail for the rest of his life, and he could no longer transcend.

Therefore, the legendary soul-calling nail is not just a nail, but an elf, no, it should be a big spirit.

Looking at the inconspicuous broken wooden nail in his hand, Rong Leng had no idea and put it into his sleeve pocket without looking at it anymore.

"etc."

As soon as the nails were put in, Liu Wei screamed.