Chapter 188
The official and Cheng Zhifu replied, Lu Heng listened in silence, and suddenly walked down the steps to check the paper people who were laughing or glaring one by one.
The vegetation covered the sky, and the insects were singing for a long time. One hundred and one paper figures stood in the decaying Taoist temple. Their faces were painted with exaggerated joys, sorrows and sorrows, like a hundred paintings in floating life. There is a trace of yīn forest.
And Lu Heng was standing in the queue of those soldiers, looking at their faces one by one, as if he was observing a friend he hadn't seen for a long time. He stood so close, without the slightest hesitation or fear. Cheng Zhifu and Tao County magistrate watched this scene, their feet were cold, and they didn't know who to be afraid of.
Cheng Zhifu took courage and asked cautiously, "Lord Lu, what are you looking at?"
The silent Taoist temple suddenly sounded, and it was a bit intrusive, but Lu Heng didn't respond at all. He even turned around and waved to Cheng Zhifu calmly: "Cheng Zhifu, Tao Zhixian, come and have a look, this is A few people don't look like the people we met in River Valley Village?"
Although Lu Heng did not know the 102 people who disappeared, there were still fathers, sons, and brothers of those people in Hegu Village. Comparing the facial features, it was not difficult to see the similarities. Cheng Zhifu followed Lu Heng's line of sight and his scalp was numb: "Master Lu, are you saying that these paper figurines are the one hundred and two missing men from Hegu Village?"
Lu Heng nodded: "That's right. If Mr. Cheng thinks it's not credible, he can ask the villagers of Hegu Village to come over and ask them to identify him in person."
"No need, no need." Cheng Zhifu quickly waved his hand, "I believe in Lord Lu's judgment. However, those people are obviously living, how could they become like this..."
Cheng Zhifu looked embarrassed, obviously wanting to say "why became these undead monsters", but was afraid of making a taboo. Lu Heng slowly rubbed the paint on the paper figurine's face without saying a word. At this moment, an official came from the apse and saluted, "Report to all the adults, I saw the practice altar in the apse."
"What?" Cheng Zhifu was shocked, and quickly looked at Lu Heng, "Lord Lu, look..."
Lu Heng retracted his hand, wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, and said with great interest, "There is still an altar, let's go and have a look."
The Qingxu Temple is not large. There is a Sanqing Palace in the middle, with side halls on both sides, and a thick and simple apse standing behind it, and there is nothing else. The official had already pushed open the hall door, and Lu Heng stepped into the threshold. The first thing he saw was the offering table in the center. The offering table was covered with silk cloth of huáng color. The color was pure. 's road banner. When Lu Heng approached, he saw a lot of paper ashes scattered on the offering table with faint writing on it. Lu Heng picked up the most complete piece and looked at it: "Liu Shan, on the Bingzi day of the Wuyin month in the Gengshen year, the Qixian River..."
The handwriting on the back was burnt, and there was another person's birthday under the piece of paper, but the name and time were no longer visible. Lu Heng grasped the edge to identify it, and vaguely saw the word "shoufu".
Liu Shan and Liu Shoufu are the two missing men in Hegu Village. Lu Heng picked up other fragments. The complete information was no longer visible, but through the intermittent handwriting, it was not difficult to see that it was a prayer. Villagers' names, places of origin and dates of birth.
Lu Heng waved his hand and motioned for his subordinates to put away the debris. Jin Yiwei carefully gathered up the scattered pieces, and picked up a piece of debris from under the corner of the table by himself. Although there was writing on it, it was obscure and difficult to understand.
A faint voice sounded from behind: "Qing Ci."
Cheng Zhifu was startled and looked back at Lu Heng unexpectedly: "Master Lu still understands Qingci?"
Lu Heng stood by the candle holder with his hands behind his back, and casually fiddled with the piles of tears condensed on both sides of the candle.
Cheng Zhifu was immediately awe-inspiring: "Master Lu has such a literary talent, and the lower officials admire it."
Qing Ci is a very difficult style to write. Strategy theory and poetry are written for people to read anyway, and there are specific examples in it, but Qing Ci is an article dedicated to the heavens. , haven't read enough books to write this style at all.
Qing Ci is difficult and mysterious. It was originally a very small article, but unfortunately, Emperor Jiajing was an emperor who had read a lot of books and respected Taoism. The emperor can write green words and appreciate green words, so he often asks people around him to write green words. He personally changes them, and even becomes a small game to promote the jiāo flow of monarchs and ministers-a game the emperor thinks.
Everyone in the cabinet has a good hand in writing poetry, and Lu Heng has also written a few, but after all, it is not as good as a scholar who specializes in reading. There is even a saying in the court and the opposition that at present, these first assistants did not rely on real talents to learn, but by writing green poems and acting in the emperor's favor, the emperor opened the back door.
Lu Heng just smiled at this statement, it was sour, as if they couldn't get promoted because they didn't want to flatter the emperor. Even if they were given this chance, would they be able to shoot a horse's ass?
Lu Heng can't compare to those literati in writing green poems, but his appreciation level is still enough. For example, the green poem Qingxuguan is written very generally.
Jin Yiwei searched everywhere in the house, busy and orderly, Cheng Zhifu stood in the hall and seemed to be doing nothing. He took the official to Lu Heng's side, and said, "Lord Lu, is there something mysterious about these lamps?"