Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Seven

Acacia knelt in the gravel. She frowned tightly, looking at the pile of rubble in her arms. The idol still cannot be put together, and it will be broken again every time it is glued together. But she can't give up. In order to repay Yang Yizhi for saving her life several times, she must do her best. Xiangsi endured the pain on her body and reclassified the large and small fragments. Fortunately, these debris were originally placed separately. Although they were messed up by the robbery, they were not without trace.What's more, many pieces have been put together more than once, leaving traces of glue of different shades.The fragments of different parts can be distinguished from the depth of the trace color.

After an unknown amount of time, all the fragments were divided into dozens of piles again, and placed one by one according to the different parts of the statue. The all-night toil made her eyes black for a while, but she couldn't rest yet, and she still had to arrange every piece of debris in every pile of debris according to their original position, piece by piece. If there is nothing, the bell rings from afar. She knew that the day had passed. Inside the black iron gate. Chong Jie took off his battle armor, and changed Yang Yizhi into a sacrificial attire. The long white robe was not mixed with any other colors, and flowed down like a sky, covering Yang Yizhi's whole body. The white radiance was the color of heaven, showing majesty.Yang Yizhi's slender figure is vividly set off, and the divine peak stands proudly between the sky and the earth like a jade tree. It is the majesty facing the gods, surrounded by the ever-changing white snow.At the end of the white robe is a majestic high crown, covering his infinitely beautiful appearance, leaving only the majesty flying across the sky.

Chong Jie stared at him for a long time, his cat-like eyes kept changing, but he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness. At this time, the distant bell echoed through the black iron gate in the empty treasure house. Chong Jie's face changed, which meant that his penance was about to begin. He hastily took off the gown on Yang Yizhi's body, and brought him back to the stone prison to be imprisoned again.And he went to the Golden Gate to perform the day-to-day asceticism. In the center of the palace, silver vines hang down like a tent. Acacia is in the gravel piles everywhere, working tirelessly.

Day and night. Her time is running out. The next day, Chong Jie took Yang Yizhi out of the cage again, took a bath and changed clothes, and came to the treasure house. This day is the dress of feasting, the dress of administration, and the dress of pleasure. The banquet clothes are embroidered with thousands of blooming flowers, and different shades of silver are unfolded on Yang Yizhi's body one by one. Each blooming cluster is a spring of a thousand years.Yang Yizhi's long hair was bound by a golden ring, and the flowing blackness swayed down, just like the last stroke written by Wang Xizhi when he was slightly drunk, vivid and elegant.Under this bustling lingering, his gentleness expresses the romance of spring in the painting hall, and there is a trace of inexhaustible tenderness in his eyes.Therefore, no matter how tightly the brows were furrowed, they couldn't be cold.

The dignified crown of Sizheng's uniform bound Yang Yizhi's long hair, revealing his gentle and jade-like complexion.The long sleeves fluttered around the waist with an extremely wide belt, abandoning all the flourishes and decorations, looking dignified and dignified.There is no unnecessary decoration on this garment, because there is only one thing that can decorate it-that is the world. Light robes and slow belts, fast walking on weak crowns.Leyou's clothes are extremely light and capable, but they can't help the emperor's grace.A clump of silver flower branches crossed from the chest, blooming in the endless water, vapor and ink, and with the flow of the clothes, the color of the flowers and ink was vast and swaying, just like the real thing.A pearl the size of a pigeon egg is embedded on the top of the crown, revealing a cool brilliance.It was the bright moon in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It once lingered in Chang'an, once the spring river shone flowers, and once stopped on the poets who wandered the five mountains, and finally turned into endless high and clear mountains, and merged into the spirituality of mountains and rivers.

Xiangsi got up from the dust and rubbed her sore eyes. She didn't know when she fell asleep. She raised her head full of guilt, but was shocked to find that everything around her had changed overnight. The dusty palace has taken on a new look. The golden curtain hung down, blocking the huge void on the dome, and also hiding all the dilapidated and desolate atmosphere, revealing the long-lost prosperity. The Brahma lotus platform is covered with wild flowers.There are various god statues and magic tools piled up around the lotus platform, as if the gods and Buddhas of the heavens descended on this barren city overnight.

A huge white stone seat was moved to the side of the statue, hovering on the edge of the ground crack, as if an ancient giant who had been sleeping for a long time, would wake up at any time with a Sanskrit singing. She knew that the celebration waiting for the millennium was coming. On the third day, only the clothes of asceticism and mianfu remained in the treasury. The heavy robbery took out the ascetic clothes. This is a pair of sackcloth, tattered sackcloth, out of tune with those luxurious dresses. The silver flame seems to be still burning on the tattered clothes. Drought, waterlogging, suffering, hunger, resentment, resentment... Countless sufferings constitute the threads of this clothes, which are messily woven into a piece of broken cloth and cut into pieces. This dress.

Without any decoration, it is simply worn on the body, and then experienced all kinds of disasters in the world of sentient beings. But it was this endless difficulty that made the ragged clothes emit a silvery brilliance that was no less than any kind of fine clothes. That is the power of asceticism. Chong Jie stared at this shirt for a long time, but he was not in a hurry to put it on Yang Yizhi. Slowly, he took off the extremely large white robe on his body, and put on this ragged clothes. He wrapped his silver hair with a crown of thorns, and gently took off the mask: "Today's midnight is my eighteenth birthday. It is also the day when Brahma descends."

Yang Yizhi's smile was a bit bitter.In the midst of changing clothes over and over again, three days have passed. Chongjie looked at Yang Yizhi, with infinite tenderness in his eyes: "Then, I will change into the most solemn crown dress for you, only it is the most suitable for your endless elegance like the sky. In the middle of the night, you and I will Witness the coming of Brahma with your own eyes." Yang Yizhi cast his eyes on the last wooden box in the treasure house. This box is more delicate and slightly thicker than the other boxes. It is divided into upper and lower layers. In addition to clothes and crowns, there are also countless accessories, and even tools and utensils for painting makeup.

This is the royal attire worn by King Asura in the grandest ceremonies. At midnight tonight, he will wear the most magnificent crown, and Zhong Jie will wear the most ragged ascetic clothes, and kneel together before the Brahma statue. Yang Yizhi frowned: "You have already arranged our outfits for the ceremony, why did you try them one by one?" Chong Jie looked at him with doubts in his eyes: "Aren't you happy? These gorgeous clothes that only the gods can enjoy are worn on you one by one. Only under the background of these clothes, the gods give you It is only when you show your elegance that it can be vividly displayed, so that the world sighs!" He closed his eyes suddenly, as if he was still recalling the scenes that had appeared in front of him in the past few days.

That is the majesty and prosperity of God. It is an unimaginable beauty. Like the bright moon that came suddenly, it illuminated the dark years of the underground city for thousands of years. The light condenses the past of a thousand years and owes the future of a thousand years.Just because of the incomparable brilliance at this moment, even if the years to come are dark. From then on, it will never be forgotten. Chong Jie sighed, leaned over and picked up an extremely delicate necklace from the box: "How many times have I touched these decorations. But my body is corrupted, and I can no longer match them. I can only wear tattered ascetic clothes , begging Brahma for forgiveness." He looked deeply at Yang Yizhi: "And you, you should thank the gods. Among thousands of people, only you have been given this perfect body so that you can wear these great decorations." Yang Yizhi looked at him and said lightly: "There is only one kind of decoration, which can be worn by everyone." Every word of his words sounded like gold and stone in the empty treasure house: "That is virtue." Chongjie's anger rose instantly, and he grabbed Yang Yizhi: "Whether you want to or not, you have to put on all of these, hold up the black flag of the dead, and kneel in front of Brahma for me, begging God bless!" His pale face was almost close to Yang Yizhi's eyes, and he hissed: "If there are really decorations that everyone can wear, it's not a so-called virtue, but piety!" After saying that, he pushed him away heavily, but he couldn't help panting for a while. After a long time, he calmed down, raised his head slightly and said, "I know you will be devout enough." The familiar mockery came out from his transparent eyes again. Yang Yizhi's heart sank. He tilted his head slightly and smiled at him: "If it's not enough, she will fall into the cracks." Yang Yizhi's whole body was shocked, and he stopped talking. Chong Jie also fell silent.He bent down and picked up the first of the nine-fold tunic.A snow color flowed gently in his hands, and twelve pale and silent flames danced lightly in this endless snow color. The flame symbolizes the basis of the survival of the Asuras - war. Then, on each layer of clothing, lifelike patterns are drawn in different shades of white: rising sun, constant moon, stars, flying dragon, dancing phoenix, wind and cloud, rain and dew, and divine bird.The lower garment is also divided into nine layers, and the earth, mountains, rivers, oceans, vines, weeds, palaces, flowers and trees, and beasts are embroidered with extremely delicate techniques. Clothes painting, clothing embroidery, to resemble the color of heaven and earth. Chong Jie put the clothes on Yang Yizhi's body one by one, watching these exquisite patterns gradually gain life on his body, transforming into a dynamic and solemn appearance, changing indefinitely in the light like the moon. His hands couldn't help shaking. After the clothes are ribbons.The ribbon also has nine layers. Chong Jie unfolded ribbons of different lengths, sizes, and textures one by one, and tied them lightly on Yang Yizhi's body in a specific order.It hangs from the shoulders and neckline to the waist.Each one is embroidered with extremely complicated patterns and inlaid with priceless jewels, which respectively symbolize the nine magic tools of King Asura. Then there are tassels, treasures, battle emblems... and more complicated accessories. He took the trouble to wipe these extremely luxurious accessories.Polish out the glory that belongs to them. On this night, the expectations of the Asura kings of all ages will become a reality, and the endless costumes and accessories will shine forever because of this night.Necklaces, arm rings, bracelets, earrings, foot rings, waist ornaments... pearls and jade are warm and radiant, emeralds are green and green, gemstones are deep and transparent, and gold and silver are made by famous craftsmen into the most lifelike flowers, birds and spirit animals. This forging is so delicate, only by vomiting painstaking effort and blinding the eyes, can such a beautiful pattern be engraved. Chong Jie put these accessories on Yang Yizhi's body one by one, and gently arranged them in the most suitable position. His fingers stroked Yang Yizhi's face inch by inch, and there was an indescribable expression in his eyes. At that moment, his jealousy, resentment, and low self-esteem were as deep as his gratification, admiration, and affection. All this turned into deep sorrow in the end. With a long sigh, he took out a tray from the box, which contained large and small brushes, and various utensils. He puts on makeup for him. His hand holding the paintbrush trembled slightly, and the tip of the brush carefully slid across Yang Yizhi's face. He didn't seem to be trying to modify this face, but just copying it. I want to describe everything about him in my memory, one time at a time, to make the colors in my pen deeper. Yang Yizhi has long been used to his strange behavior, his eyes are clear and empty, as if he has transcended the troubles of the world, and he only sighs in pity for the suffering of all beings. Just like the Buddha who practiced asceticism freely under the double sala tree, ignoring the torment of the devil. The makeup is finished, and finally the crown. In the middle of the wooden box, a jade crown was placed upright. Inlaid in the crown is a gem the same size as Brahma's pupil, the difference is that this gem is white, the same color as the ice and snow of the holy mountain.A spear made of gold stands tall in the middle of the gemstone, symbolizing the achievements of the Asura tribe.Countless treasures are inlaid on this crown, symbolizing that the infinite creatures in this world are all trembling under the majesty of the Asura tribe. Chong Jie picked up the jade comb, combed his hair neatly, and pinned it with a very thin jade hairpin.Only then put this jade crown on his head. He raised his head, stared at Yang Yizhi for a long time, and gently tied the brocade belt on the crown under his chin: "Perhaps it was made for you." This time, the jealousy and ridicule receded from his words, and he seemed extremely sincere, but also extremely sad. It was as if I had handed over the glory that I had dreamed of thousands of times into the hands of others. This kind of handover is a substitution and a transfer, but it is also a kind of destruction. — After all, it’s not me. Chong Jie clenched his hands suddenly, his knuckles trembling from the force. After a long time, he calmed down again, took a few steps back, and moved a huge bronze mirror in front of Yang Yizhi, his hoarse voice seemed particularly jerky in the quiet treasure house: "Look, how perfect, all living beings are sighing for you... " The brilliant light reflected in the bronze mirror disappeared without a trace at that moment. Yes, only Yang Yizhi himself. Against the backdrop of the sky-high luxury, that smudged elegance shines brilliantly. Deeply shocked the dark twilight of the underground city. Xiangsi supported her body with trembling hands, gasping for breath.After waking up that day, she never rested again. Most of the fragments are laid out one by one according to the original order. The flat ground around the statue has been covered with stones. Acacia is like being trapped in a strange magic circle, with fragments that have been carefully sorted out everywhere. Now she could not help feeling sick at the sight of that pale color, at the touch of that cold stone.But she still didn't give up. It's just that the pieces still don't fit together. She tried everything, glued it together and wrapped it with vines, but it still didn't work.Stone statues will always be broken at the moment of joining together. While anxiously thinking of a solution, she continued to sort out the unfinished stones. Her beautiful face was covered with dust, and her slender fingers were covered with many scars.