Who knows, but when chanting poetry like this, I listened to the sound of chariots and horses between the pine winds.

The two of them looked at each other, and they both felt their scalps tingle. Such a wilderness, whether it is the city gate. Or is it that the gates of the manor have long been closed, but how can there be carriages and horses?

When he was scared, he saw a group of samurai slowly approaching with a few horses.

"This is a ghost god, a ghost in the temple of King Yu!" a servant exclaimed.

As these people approached, it was already clear that these people were dressed in ancient clothes. The armor on his body is like the leather of a rhinoceros elephant. The face is even more visible.

Other than that, it looks almost like a human being!

"The king of my family wants to see you, come with us!"

Liu Shengzhi nodded, but he was prepared. Just asked, "I don't know who your king is?"

"Yue Wang Goujian!"

Liu Sheng's heart froze, and he asked again: "I don't know what the relationship with King Yu is?"

According to historical records, the ancestor of the Yue Kingdom was the concubine of the Xia Dynasty monarch Shaokang, and the direct descendant of Dayu.

Yue and Qi country, Zhangguo, Bao country, etc. are all divided by the descendants of Dayu.

"King Yu is the lord of ghosts and gods, how can you see it! Don't talk nonsense, just come with us!" he said with some impatience.

Liu Shengzhi smiled slightly, but he didn't care, and said to the two people around him: "You two go back first, you don't have to follow me!"

The two servants had already been frightened stupidly, and nodded again and again when they heard the words.

Liu Shengzhi got on a horse, followed these ghosts and gods for a few steps, and disappeared into the mountain road.

After walking a few more steps, I saw that the city suddenly opened up in front of me, and a large river appeared. Manifest in the dark twilight.

"This is the great city of Shanyin, twenty miles and seventy-two steps in a week, and it is now ruled by my king. A ghost god said to Liu Shengzhi.

But Mo Kan didn't seem to be very polite with Liu Shengzhi just now, but now he is explaining Zhou Xiang, obviously. But he attaches great importance to Liu Shengzhi.

Liu Shengzhi nodded in acknowledgment, indicating that he heard. All the way, I saw that the gate of the city was open, but there was no one to go or go.

I walked into the depths of the city, but it was the small city of Goujian that was two hundred and twenty-three steps away on Tuesday. This is the so-called royal palace!

Here. I saw countless soldiers and horses, standing on both sides without saying a word. There is a sense of slaughter, and it comes out.

The whole small city of Goujian in the middle of the high walls does not look like a royal palace. It's more like a military fortress.

"I think these are the most famous Yue pawns in history?" Liu Shengzhi asked softly.

The ghost beside him replied, "That's right!"

"Your Excellency?"

"Literature!"

Liu Shengzhi was taken aback, and he had already seen that the person leading the way by his side must be extraordinary.

But I never thought that this person was actually a literary!

The birds are gone, the good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackeys are cooked.

This allusion has a lot to do with the person in front of you.

It is said that back then, Gou Jian destroyed Wu and became the hegemon, and the two biggest heroes under his command were Fan Li and Wen Chong.

However, Fan Li knew that it was difficult to live for a long time under the great name, and it was ominous to be respected for a long time, so he retired after success.

Wen Chong was killed by King Yue in the future. Left behind the story of the cunning rabbit lackey!

Thinking about the life story of this ghost around me. Liu Shengzhi remained silent. followed into the small town of Goujian.

Who knew that the literary genre suddenly turned his head and asked Liu Shengzhi: "What is the name of that poem just now, I like it very much!"

"It's called "Lan"!" Liu Shengzhi smiled faintly, but he didn't blush at all for plagiarizing this poem by Li Qiao in the Tang Dynasty.

Speaking of which, this poem is not a quatrain for the ages. However, in the here and now, it is quite appropriate, and there is a bit of subtle nostalgia in it.

There is a large hall in front of him, and the cornices are pressed down. It looks particularly solemn and majestic. But in the palace, bright lights shine, and the sound of bells and dings is faintly heard.

But Liu Shengzhi, who had passed through the oppressive darkness, was relieved.

Naturally, someone announced by name: "The envoy of Lushan Jun." Liu Shengzhi has arrived!"

"Please!"

Liu Shengzhi smiled slightly, straightened his clothes, and walked in.

But I saw that in the middle of the main hall, there was a dark red carpet, and I walked silently. Above His Majesty, there was a ghost sitting on his knees. But he couldn't see it clearly.

It was as if all around him were black holes, enough to suck out any light.

On both sides, there were two classes of ghosts and gods, all of whom knelt solemnly behind a few cases. Seeing Liu Shengzhi walk in, he looked over with his eyes.

Qianfu pointed out, died without illness. What's more, there are so many ghosts and gods with advanced cultivation, and all their eyes are focused on Liu Shengzhi, which brings huge pressure.

If it weren't for the primordial spirit in Liu Shengzhi's sea of knowledge, emitting a faint light that filled his body, I am afraid that he would not be able to move a single step.

"You are Liu Shengzhi, the widow has heard of you, and it seems that you are in the limelight today!"

"The cheap name is not enough to worry about, but I came to the meeting this time, but I was ordered by Lushan Jun. Submit a letter to show that the two families are on good terms!"

"Oh, I heard that you are the master of the Heavenly Master, but I don't know how to send a message to Lushan Jun?" King Yue asked lightly, and there was irony in this sentence.

Of course, Liu Shengzhi knew that in this era, the relationship between Taoism and Shinto was quite tense.

At that time, the ancestor Zhang Daoling, founded the Five Bucket Rice Dao, and there was a slogan: "Zhengyi Alliance, Taishang Law." Reign for three days, kill ghosts and people. Punish evil and pseudo, and sort out the ghost. ”

That Taiping Dao even thinks that there is no other god except for the Emperor Taiyi. At the time of the incident, I don't know how many shrines and shrines were destroyed.

Even now, at times like these. Although the Five Bucket Rice Dao has long since lost its prestige, the theory of killing the ghosts and gods of the outer Dao is still a clear doctrine.

For example, he, the king of Yue, Goujian, is a clear ghost who should be killed and killed by Taoism.

Of course, Lushanjun is also average!

"Buddhism derogatively calls us witches and ghosts, and Taoism calls us ghosts. Mr. Liu, but he didn't know. What do you think of the Shinto gods like this?"

Liu Shengzhi wanted to be funny, and complained why he didn't ask Yuan Fang what he thought.

However, at this moment, my heart was heavy, but I couldn't laugh. At this time, this kind of problem. is very serious, and he is simply asking him about Liu Shengzhi's position.

Whether it's an enemy or a friend is the key. But it's not a joke.

After thinking about it, Liu Shengzhi groaned and said: "The so-called cosmic vitality is Haotian. The vitality is shaped, and there are sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers.

The gods of heaven and earth are all transformed by one breath. Adhering to the vitality, relying on the mountains, rivers, sun and moon......

And the heroes and heroes of ancient and modern times, or smart and upright, or legacy generations, or descendants of Zepi. Or go down in history. With great merit and great virtue, it is pushed by the people and injected by heaven and earth. And those who are gods, is it not appropriate to care?" )