Chapter 150 The Story (II)

The story of a year ago …. Xu Qi’an’s emotions shifted from lost to uplifted, there was no doubt that Heng Yuan’s so-called story was most likely the story of Heng Hui and Princess Pingyang.

What happened to the two men is the key to unraveling the Sang Po case. So far, the Demon Race has not shown up, and only one Heng Hui is making waves with the seals, which has to make people ponder what the remaining members of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom really want to do.

Sabotage? So far, there was only one case of the Pingyuan Burial Mansion’s extermination, which had a great impact, but not much substantial damage. And Heng Hui was perfectly capable of doing a reckless massacre and bringing major casualties to the capital. But he didn’t do so.

A sealing object? If the target was only the sealing object, then Heng Hui should have left the capital a long time ago.

“The case of Monk Heng Hui and County Princess Ping Yang has, up to this point, clamored for supremacy over the Sang Po case …. It always feels like the people behind it are deliberately exposing Heng Hui to the sun ….”

Yang Yan tapped the tip of his spear, and his qi strangled Monk Hengyuan’s sleeve, a pair of muscular arms that contained great strength, but was by no means a demonic creature. This now ruled out the possibility that the severed hands were on him.

“Heng Hui is indeed dead, he died a year ago, and those who survived are just walking corpses, he has been relieved. This is not some conspiracy.” Heng Yuan looked at his senior brother who was close at hand, and it was as if dark clouds had coalesced in his eyes.

In a moment, the clouds in Hengyuan’s eyes collapsed, and the past poured down like a torrential downpour.

…..

Heng Hui was sent by his parents to the Qinglong Temple at the age of six. He was a child with a spirit in his eyes, and at a glance he was recognized by the abbot, Monk Pan Shu, who took him as his disciple.

Heng Hui’s initiation was accomplished under the seat of his senior brother, Heng Yuan, a stout, bitter-looking senior brother who taught him to read and write, and taught meditation and chanting, as well as the principles of being a human being.

He had a fatherly love for this senior brother.

Years passed by, and the clever little monk grew into a handsome monk with clear eyebrows. He thought he would be like his master and elder brother, spending his years in the ancient Buddha and the green lamp.

Until one day he met a girl ….

It was a sunny spring day, he was washing in a stream, he saw a handkerchief going down the stream, he subconsciously fished it up, so the sound of a clear and crisp oriole-like voice came to his ears:

“Master, that’s my handkerchief, can I have it back.”

Heng Hui raised his sight, and saw that by the green stone upstream, there stood a pavilion woman, wearing a long lotus-colored dress, combing the long hair of a young girl who has not yet come out of the court, with a plain face, and a playful face in the sunlight, with a pair of eyes that love to smile.

“The female monk …. Is an incense burner in the temple?”

“What, you’re not going to return my handkerchief when I say I’m not a chancellor.” She pinched her waist and pretended to pout.

“No, no, the young monk just felt that the female cultivator looked unfamiliar.” He explained while offering a handkerchief with both hands.

“Hmph, you only know how to work and chant with your head down every day, where is the incense in your eyes.”

“How does the female bursar know.”

“Because I’ve been following you for a long time.”

A bright spring afternoon with a babbling brook flowing was the first time they met for the first time.

It was a natural process for the two to meet and get to know each other.

When Heng Hui meditated, the young girl accompanied her, looking at her private collection of forbidden books in the boudoir to pass the time, or gently fluttering her fan, resting her cheeks and looking at Heng Hui’s focused face in a daze.

Occasionally, he would tease him with a dog’s tail grass so that he could not concentrate on his meditation, which annoyed Monk Jun. Angrily, he said, If you keep this up, the young monk will close the door.

She always spits out her tongue and apologizes with little sincerity.

Sometimes also go to the mountains together, White Phoenix Mountain beautiful scenery, when the spring comes, the mountain flowers rosy, she smiled in the bush, can not tell whether the flowers are beautiful, or people are more beautiful.

Gradually, rumors about the two circulated among the monks of Qinglong Temple, saying that he had not purified his six roots, had broken the precepts of lust, and was a lecherous monk.

Master Panchu, in front of the statue of the Buddha, asked him three questions: whether he was still devout to the Buddha; whether he was interested in the woman; and whether he wanted to return to secularism.

He said firmly that he remained devout to Buddha; that he had no intention of being a woman; that he wished to accompany Buddha always and not to return to secularism.

In response, the Abbot had only one request: not to speak to her again.

As for why is no longer see her, not let her into the temple, Heng Hui later realized that the abbot is not do not want, but can not do.

She is the County Princess of Pingyang, the first daughter of King Yu.

Since that day, Heng Hui really stopped paying attention to her, and whenever she came, she would close her eyes and meditate, indifferent to her teasing and pranks.

She came every day full of expectation and left disappointed and alone.

“Monk, does this flower look good, it goes well with me.”

“…..”

“Monk, would it be alright if I play the zither for you? I brought it specially from home.”

“…..”

“Monk, I’m dizzy and not feeling well, don’t you care about me?”

“….”

“Monk, do you have to stuff yourself into solitude.”

“…..”

She finally stopped coming, and didn’t set foot in the Green Dragon Temple again for a month straight, completely withdrawing from his life as if she had never existed.

I can continue to accompany the Buddha and no one will bother me again …. He was relieved and felt that it was his sincerity that had touched the Buddha.

One day she came again, lost in thought, her face thinned and haggard.

“Monk, I’m getting married.”

For some reason, the beads were scattered all over the place.

At that time, the Honorable King was at a critical moment, serving as Secretary of the Ministry of War, and was expected to enter the Cabinet with the support of the nobles.

Examples of honored nobles and clansmen serving as chief ministers are not rare in this dynasty. Throughout the six hundred years of history, there have been as many as five who served as chief ministers in the capacity of honored nobles.

For the weakening group of honored nobles, the rise of King Yu gave them hope. Wrapped up in him, he kept moving forward.

The King of Honor, who is in the middle of the storm, has arranged a marriage for the Princess of Pingyang, both to find a good home for his daughter and to try to get more support through the marriage.

“Monk, will you run away with me?”

“…. Good.”

Heng Hui agrees, and he finally looks at his heart and chooses to face his true self.

They began to plan for the elopement, Princess Pingyang was accompanied by guards when she went in and out, and if she disappeared for more than half an hour, the guards would search the mountain, and in a short time, the news would be sent back to Prince Yu’s residence.

Therefore, in order to successfully elope, they needed a magic weapon that could shield their breath to conceal themselves from the search of the Sithian Supervisor’s warlocks.

Lastly, there was a need for a channel that could prepare a new domicile for them, as well as help them leave the boundaries of the capital.

For this reason, Princess Pingyang sought out a trusted friend to help her.

……

“It’s the first son of Uncle Ping Yuan, that friend is the first son of Uncle Ping Yuan?!” Xu Qi’an said in a deep voice, interrupting Hengyuan’s story.

This is all clear, Ping Yuan Bo hand under the grasp of a tooth organization, the most skilled identity forgery, smuggling, Ping Yang County Princess even if she does not know the existence of the tooth organization, but the two families as to play is still close to the family, know some of the means of the House of Ping Yuan Bo is also reasonable.

King Yu had once said that Uncle Ping Yuan had been eye to eye with the civil ministers and had drifted away from the honored group. Uncle Ping Yuan definitely had a motive to assassinate Ping Yang.

This is also the Pingyuan House extinction case …. I just don’t know what role the Ministry of Military Affairs played in it …. Xu Qi’an looked at No. 6 Hengyuan and said, “Is it because you knew they had been in contact with the Tooth Organization that you decided they were abducted?

He didn’t dare to ask in full view of the public.

Several Jin Gongs looked at Hengyuan with questioning gazes as they listened to Xu Qi’an’s words.

“Yes,” Hengyuan nodded gently, “The simple-minded County Princess Pingyang had no idea of the complexity of the situation in the imperial court, not to mention the viciousness of the human heart. A world-weary girl, a monk who recites sutras and Buddhism, from the moment they decided to elope, the tragic end was already predetermined.”

“At that time, the Ping Yuan Bo and the Hundred Group had long been seemingly inseparable, and when he learned of this through his son, he immediately conferred with the then Minister of the Ministry of War, Zhang Feng, and the Minister of the Ministry of the Household, Sun Mingzhong, and devised a scheme to send the County Lord of Pingyang out of the capital, thereby striking a blow at the King of Goodwill.”

“Where is Princess Pingyang now?” Jiang Luzhong said in a deep voice.

Hengyuan didn’t seem to hear it and continued, “People’s hearts are like snakes and scorpions, and after sending the person out of the capital, that first son of Pingyuan Bo, in conjunction with the dukes of the two men, Sun Mingzhong, a minister of the capital, and Zhang Feng, a minister of the Ministry of the Army, wanted to inflict violence on Pingyang County Princess on the way.

“The two fought to the death, and in the end, one was killed and the other swallowed a hairpin and killed himself. In order to cover up the crime, they buried the corpses of Heng Hui and Princess Ping Yang in a barren mountain, along with the magic weapon that shielded their breath.

“The outside world only knows that County Princess Pingyang has disappeared for no apparent reason, and even if they check into the Green Dragon Temple, they will only think that the two eloped. Who would have thought that they died a year earlier.”

Pingyang County Lord is dead …. The golden gongs looked at each other wordlessly, and their faces were terribly serious.

Princess Pingyang is the first daughter of King Yu, the niece of Emperor Yuan Jing’s own niece, killing the Princess is a great crime of exterminating three clans.

Nangong Qianrou gripped the hilt of her sword and narrowed her eyes, “Since Heng Hui is dead, why did she appear here a year later?”

That was the question on the minds of the crowd.

It’s impossible to come back to life when you’re dead.

“He’s dead.” Hengyuan said something the crowd couldn’t understand.

“He died a year ago, having been sealed in his flesh with a secret method to seal his Yuan Shen, becoming a walking corpse with no sentience. What sustained him during this year was revenge. It was the blood revenge of the Pingyang County Lord.

“If you don’t believe me, bring it back to the yamen and let the coroner examine it.”

“Who saved him?” A golden gong questioned.

Everest shook his head.

That golden gong looked at Yang Yan and the others and added, “Where is the body of County Lord Pingyang? Take us there.”

After a pause, he instructed the silver gongs around him, “Send Heng Hui’s body back to the court.”

A few golden gongs escorted Heng Yuan out of the small courtyard, gave him a horse, and the group marched out of the city.

Xu Qi’an rode on the back of his horse with a somewhat heavy heart, he was half speechless for a long time, and after a long time he whispered, “Is that Hengyuan? Is there any possibility that it has been seized or controlled?”

The gray cat lying on his shoulder lazily said, “It’s Hengyuan right, heh, although I can’t look into the air, I have my own means of distinguishing truth from falsehood.”

“Is Heng Hui really dead?” Xu Qi’an didn’t quite believe it.

“His death is not the key to the case,” the gray cat whispered, “He is a puppet himself, and with the demon hand gone, his death is no longer important to those behind the curtain. You should be happy that the case was solved easier than you thought.”

“It’s really impossible to be happy about this, Heng Hui and Princess Ping Yang are both pitiful people.” Xu Qi’an tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile without laughter.

He sighed and changed the subject, “There’s something wrong with Heng Hui’s case, it’s like someone behind the scenes deliberately pushed it to the front of the stage.”

…..

At the junction of Taikang County and Changle County, somewhere in the barren mountains, Hengyuan trekked and looked around as if he was searching for something.

The process was inefficient and slow, and he told the gongs that Heng Hui had only given him general directions, telling him that Princess Ping Yang was buried at the root of an old acacia tree that was hugged by three people.

The golden gongs and silver gongs spread out with Hengyuan at the center, arching him in the center to prevent him from escaping.

Half an hour later, they found the old acacia tree, the three silver gongs cut away the bushes and weeds under the acacia tree, used their sabers as shovels, and plowed for a few moments, the black soil vaguely revealing white bones.

“My lord, found it.” Silverbolt shouted back in an uplifted voice.

“Dig it out!” Nangong Qianru said in a deep voice.

Little by little, the bones of the Pingyang County Lord were exposed to the eyes of the people, and after more than a year, she finally reappeared in the sky.

The flesh and blood had already decayed, leaving only a white bone with tattered cloth adhering to it, which should be the clothing worn before death. In addition, a gold hairpin of dull color was found between the throat and chest and abdomen of the corpse.

As Hengyuan said, she swallowed a hairpin and killed herself.

“Amitabha Buddha.” Everest could not bear to look at it anymore and closed his eyes, reciting the Buddha’s name in sorrow.

“There’s nothing else to prove that this corpse must belong to County Lord Pingyang.” Jiang Luzhong frowned.

“This is quite normal.” Amidst the musings of the golden gongs, Xu Qi’an walked to the acacia tree and said, “When County Princess Pingyang eloped with her lover, she would definitely need to be in disguise, and would not be carrying valuable items on her body to attract the attention of onlookers.

“Let’s coffin the bones first, bring them back to the Yamen, then send someone to notify the Prince of Honor’s residence, the Prince of Honor might recognize this golden hairpin.”

After encoffining the bones, the crowd walked towards the mountains, and Jiang Luchong patted Xu Qi’an’s shoulder, “Well done.”

Yang Yan, who was not fond of talking, nodded slightly and said in an unprecedented manner, “You are the first to be credited for this case, even if the Sang Po case is not found out in the end, His Majesty will more than likely absolve you of your sins.”

Xu Qi’an was about to speak when she felt as if her back had been cut by a knife.

He didn’t need to turn around to know that the sharp line of sight came from Zhu Jinluo.

PS: I was able to finish the Sandpiper case today, phew, what a relief.

Guys, remember to help me find typos. I’ll continue to code the second chapter with a burst of liver.