If you want to destroy the foundation of a culture, the most effective way is to destroy its ancestral temple and burn its books and records.

During the Song and Ming dynasties, official editing and engraving were the main way to present local chronicles. Officials in Fuzhou and counties were the leading force in writing local chronicles. Mu Zeng asked his close friend Xu Xiake to compile "Jizu Mountain Chronicles".

In order to entrust Shanzhi to write family history, record inheritance in an unofficial name, and leave the history that they want to remember, now that the Mu family has blocked Wu Sangui's way, this book will naturally be burned clean.

Xu Xiake himself was well aware of this matter, but he never concealed what he saw during his travels, so he had a clear conscience for what he did.

In his travel notes, he wrote that the Mu family's "palace was as beautiful as a king's." Even though Chief Mu treated Duke Xu as a distinguished guest and entertained him grandly and hospitably, he was not allowed to visit the Mu Mansion for fear that he would not be able to treat him with his straight writing.

Xu Xiake still wrote in Spring and Autumn style that "the pavilions inside are very prosperous and many are tyrannical, so there are no guests here", which can be said to be as big as a rafter.

"Abbot Hongbian, you just said that these two books came from one person, so they attracted covetous attention. Could it be that this incomplete book with no beginning or end was also written by Mr. Xu Xiake..."

But thinking of this, Jiang Wen's expression gradually returned to calm, and he reached out to the manuscript he had recaptured earlier - the fragmentary manuscript left by Xu Xiake. This can't help but make people think a lot!

You must know that from September of the ninth year of Chongzhen to June of the thirteenth year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, that is, when Xu Xiake was over 50 years old, he realized that the illnesses he had accumulated over the years were becoming more and more serious, so he decided to undergo the longest and longest journey in his life.

A long journey is called "a journey of thousands of miles".

Xu Xiake's health had been severely damaged during his trip to southwestern Yunnan. Xu Xiake came to Jizu Mountain from August 22, the 12th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, mainly to recuperate in the mountain and compile "Jizu Mountain Chronicles".

He would only visit the monks in the mountain temple when the weather was good.

We must know that the "Travel Notes of Xu Xiake" in later generations was compiled based on his diary manuscripts. The notes were accumulated and compiled into a book, and finally they were collated and compiled into a book.

Judging from the diary left by Xu Xiake, during the final period of the trip, Xu Xiake spent most of his time recuperating in Xitan Temple, bathing every day, reading scriptures, reading poems, admiring flowers, and spending nearly three-quarters of his time on activities.

At Xitan Temple, the compiler appointed by Xu Xiake said that "there are no minor records since September 15th of the twelfth year." It was after September 14th that all Xu Xiake's diaries were terminated.

But the "literary manuscript" in front of me, which doesn't even have a cover, actually has an inscription date starting from September 15th, the twelfth year of Chongzhen, to the first month of the following year, which happens to be a time that has never been recorded in Xu Xiake's diary!

Comparing the handwriting in the two books, it can be shown almost without a doubt that the incomplete manuscript in front of me is the only travel diary that should not have been handed down to the world in history. Relying on this diary, it is enough to reconstruct Xu Xiake's last years in the legendary story!

In the abbot's Zen room, one could hear needles dropping, and only Jiang Wen's uncontrollable excited heartbeat could be heard. Before his eyes, the back figure of the man who faced the blue sea and turned to the sky at dusk, carrying his luggage, eating in the wind and drinking in the dew, seemed to appear.

The man was in the depths of the mountain forest, but he looked up at the mist in the sky. He had a blanket on his shoulders and an oil umbrella in his hand. No matter how he looked, Jiang Wen seemed to be able to only see his staggering back without any walking stick.

, the road under your feet will never come to an end...

The sound of chanting sutras sounded quietly, and Abbot Hongbian was closing his eyes on the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra", which gradually revealed stories that had not been recorded in history. When Jiang heard that the abbot's expression gradually relaxed, he suddenly guessed why the old monk in front of him cherished it so much.

Heavy.

"Abbot Hongbian, have you ever met Mr. Xu Xiake in person?"

In order to compile Jishan Chronicle, Xu Xiake made a painstaking and serious field investigation. On the one hand, he "explored all the quiet rooms in the forest, clouds, green gaps, and everywhere"; on the other hand, he visited the Jizu Mountain elders' residence.

In order to seek "historical relics in the mountains", monk Tiji from Jizu Mountain helped a lot. According to the age of Abbot Hongbian, it is very likely that he knew Xu Xiake!

"Amitabha, just as Tan Yue expected. In the eleventh year of Chongzhen, when benefactor Xu suffered from a long-term illness and both of his feet were disabled, Lao Na and his junior brother Anren went to Master Bianzhou of Jingguang Temple and invited him to move to Sidan Temple for cultivation."

Jiang Wen was still in a state of emotional turmoil and did not notice anything strange about Abbot Hongbian. Only Luo Shuang'er turned her head slightly, but said nothing.

Abbot Hongbian chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and the low voice came from his throat, but he seemed to be unable to control the trembling in his voice. Even the palm of his hand twisting the beads was uncontrollable, as if he could touch the past with a slight stretch.

, but he deeply restrained the thought of recalling.

The editors who later published "Xu Xiake's Travels" had to change the order, move time, etc. to delete and revise the bizarre things in the original diary such as fox monsters and wild monsters, leaving only a vague paragraph on the matter.

Clear records.

[Dian travel diary 13th, 29th day. I have been in the miasma for a long time. I have rashes on my head, face and limbs, and there are many rashes on my skin and skin. My left ear and left foot have a creeping feeling from time to time...]

At that time, only Master Hongbian, who went to greet him in person, knew that Xu Xiake's illness was a terrifying miasma that had never been seen in the world.

That day, under the anxious eyes of the monks of Jingguang Temple, Hongbian and Anren, who were still in their prime, walked side by side to the room with the wooden door half closed. Following the strange smell and the dimness of the Zen room, they gently pushed the door open.

What came into view was a shivering, fuzzy shape hiding under numerous quilts.

Layers of quilts almost buried the person on the bed. At that time, Hongbian thought that the other person was so afraid of the cold as soon as autumn entered the body because of the cold wind. He softly tried to wake the other person up, but he only received a series of indistinct sounds in response.

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He thought that the other party was awake and about to step forward to ask questions, but his junior brother An Ren reached out to stop him, with a look of caution on his face. At this time, Hongbian also vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and gradually heard that the voice under the quilt was actually a deformation.

The strange and sticky voice that was coming from a delirium was completely different from the hazy visitor they knew, with the elk wandering to the left and his eyes fixed on the haze.

Monk Anren stepped forward to block the situation. Judging from the outline of the quilt, the two monks had discovered more strange things.

Under the numerous quilts, there seemed to be two legs that were weirdly bent together, as if the heels were stuck, and a pair of arms were also pressed down by invisible force, and they were placed in an extremely unnatural posture beside the body——

The person under the quilt seems to have lost control of his body due to a serious illness, and is simply unable to make movements that are in line with ordinary people's cognition.

In the narrow and dark Zen room, the two of them breathed softly unconsciously, and the original colors of the surrounding scenery began to fade and dim, as if they had been invisible and dissolved.

However, the arrival of Hongbian and Anren still disturbed the existence under the quilt. Hongbian clung to the corners of the monk's robe, while Anren tensed up and his eyes widened.

That day, their eyes widened together, and they saw dormant bulges hidden on the bed. They were slowly squirming with their torsos. They couldn't tell where the chest or the back was. It seemed that there were occasionally a few irregular fleshy bulges emerging.

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The monks of Jingguang Temple who were previously frightened must have made many quilts out of extreme panic, hoping to restrain the appearance of some ominous things. But now, there seems to be no "person" between the beds and quilts.

There is only a group of rotten mold left that is growing quietly, and may break through the "seal" at any time...

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