Chapter 687
: If you see the hidden words in the ink, my son Jihui will help you
Under the cover of the quiet night, Jin Temple is like a sleeping old man, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
Gongshu Qi walked with steady steps and slowly came to the vermilion lacquered gate of the Holy Mother Hall.
He reached out his hand, grasped the slightly cold door knocker, and applied a little force.
Accompanied by a creaking sound, the rotten wooden door seemed to finally let out a heavy sigh after a long period of silence, and then slowly opened.
In an instant, a unique scent came to my face like a tide, it was the smell of rotten wood and incense intertwined.
The smell of rotting wood, rich and mellow.
Just like a book written by time itself, every breath carries the traces of a long time and carries the vicissitudes of history.
It has witnessed the Jin Temple's Our Lady Hall going through wind and rain, and witnessed countless ups and downs, honors and disgraces, as if silently telling stories of the past.
The smell of incense is soft and lingering, like curls of green smoke, adding a touch of sacredness and solemnity to this ancient atmosphere.
It represents the devout reverence of people from generation to generation for the Virgin Mary, carries countless prayers and blessings, and gives people a kind of spiritual comfort and peace.
These two completely different flavors blend together wonderfully to create a unique and charming atmosphere.
It makes people feel as if they have instantly crossed the boundaries of time and space and found themselves at the intersection of history and reality.
At this moment, the past and the present seem to overlap.
The profound sense of history and the presence of reality collide with each other, making people feel awe and emotion.
Gongshu Qi took a deep breath and slowly walked into the Holy Mother Hall of Jin Temple with awe.
His eyes were instantly attracted by the seven eternal lamps on the candlesticks.
These eternal lamps are like loyal guards protecting this sacred temple.
Day after day, year after year, always stick to your post.
Burning day and night, never extinguished.
They emit a soft and warm light, which, although faint, illuminates the entire dark hall.
At this moment in the silent night, the flame of the eternal lamp seemed to be affected by some mysterious power, flickering.
Their light casts mottled shadows on the walls and the ground, as if they are having a silent and mysterious conversation with the silent night.
The flickering flame was sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
It's like it's telling the story of the temple, or conveying some unknown message.
The flickering lights gently reflected on the statue of the Virgin Mary in the shrine.
The originally still folds of the Virgin Mary's clothes produce a wonderful visual effect under the changing light and shadow, making it seem as if they are slightly fluttering.
The fluttering folds of the clothes seem to give life and vitality to the statue of the Virgin Mary, as if she is about to walk lightly out of the shrine.
With endless love and compassion, it brings protection and guidance to the people of the world.
Let those lost hearts in the darkness find direction and feel hope and warmth.
Gongshu Qi stared at the scene quietly, feeling an inexplicable sense of emotion and strength in his heart.
He is fully aware of the mission he shoulders, which is like this ever-burning lamp. Although the road ahead is long and arduous, he must carry it out unswervingly.
".Father only gave the map of the secret passage of the Firearms Institute to Mr. Gongshu."
The voice of a young child came from the side hall on the right, with a childish voice.
The public transfer device immediately pressed against the column, and the copper rings on the device touched lightly.
He was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, but fortunately the conversation in the hall did not stop.
"Your Highness, have you ever thought about this?" It was Qiaoyu's voice, more anxious than she remembered, and the sound of the sleeves rubbing against each other was closer.
"The fire in Mo City three years ago burned 300 dan of tobacco materials shipped from eastern Zhejiang, and now the remnants of the salt permit case suddenly appeared."
"Auntie, be careful with your words!"
Zhu Jihui's boot heels made a crisp sound on the brick floor. "Father said that this case involves the Thirteen Guards of the Capital, and even the Jinyiwei of Yingtian Prefecture."
He suddenly paused at this point, and Gongshu Qi looked through the gap between the pillars. He saw the five-year-old prince stroking the tassel of the jade sword at his waist, with the usual "川" pattern between his eyebrows.
"You always say that Lin Miaoyin's ink is weird, but she is..."
"I've been with the princess for more than ten years. What haven't I seen?"
Qiaoyu's tone softened, with a hint of an elder's sigh.
“When she gave me pine soot ink, she specifically used the Huizhou Wu Cheng ink-making method.
Ink should be mixed with bear bile powder, but have you ever smelled the fragrance of ink?
It's clearly mixed with the scorched smell of Pennisetum chinense from eastern Zhejiang, which is what the private salt dealers use to start fires!"
The fingers of the transfer device suddenly tightened and rubbed against the unpolished burrs on the device.
The ink Lin Miaoyin sent did have a faint bitter taste. He had always thought it was because the pine smoke was too strong, but he didn't expect it to be
Suddenly, three partridge whistles were heard outside the hall. Zhu Jihui turned around immediately, and the jade pendant on his waist jingled.
"It's my father's secret signal, Aunt, please stay away.
Mr. Gongshu..."
Then he suddenly raised his voice, looked towards where Gongshuqi was hiding, with a slight smile on his face.
"Hiding behind the pillar, are the patterns on the device getting hurt?"
Gongshu Qi froze in place, only to see Zhu Jihui raise his hand, and the eternal lamps in the hall lit up one after another.
The secret compartment next to the shrine was slowly opened, revealing half of a yellowed map.
There was a picture of an ink stick painted on the corner, and next to it was written in red calligraphy: "Chen Jiugao from eastern Zhejiang is good at making fire-starting ink."
Just then, a faint sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the night and came from the depths of darkness.
Gongshu Qi's heart trembled, and he subconsciously looked into the darkness through the gap between the pillars.
Chang Mao, with a group of people and three Hequ horses, slowly emerged from the thick night.
The silence around Jin Temple late at night was eerie.
The moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, with only a faint ray of light occasionally showing through.
Sprinkled on these people, it adds a bit of mystery.
The Hequ horse has a strong and agile body, and even in the dark, you can see its extraordinary posture.
But at this moment, the saddle bags carried by these Hequ horses were bulging and looked particularly heavy in the night.
Gongshu Qi knew clearly that what was inside was the terrifying "Sky-shaking Bomb".
At this time, Chang Mao looked solemn, and the armor on his body occasionally flashed a cold light under the dim night light.
He walked hurriedly, taking each step very steadily.
The scales on the armor rubbed against each other, making a slight and rhythmic "rustling" sound.
The soldiers behind Chang Mao all had serious expressions and held their weapons tightly.
He scanned the surrounding darkness warily, as if ready to deal with unknown danger at any time.
Gongshu Qi watched Chang Mao and others gradually approaching in the darkness, secretly guessing their intentions.
Gong Shuqi's brain was working rapidly in the darkness, and all kinds of thoughts were intertwined and colliding in his mind like a tangled mess.
He knew very well that the situation was becoming increasingly complicated in the middle of the night. All forces seemed to be launching secret operations in the dark surrounding the crisis at the Firearms Institute.
One must be extremely careful, looking for the truth and solving the mystery in this inky fog to avoid possible catastrophic disaster.
While Gongshu Qi was thinking, Chang Mao and others had already arrived near the Holy Mother Hall of Jin Temple, only a few dozen steps away from the hall gate.
Gong Shuqi held his breath in the darkness, watching their every move nervously.
In this silent night, he didn't know what thrilling thing would happen next.
(End of this chapter)