Chapter 15: The Samsara of Beings
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The soul is like water, flowing to and fro.
It is said that “one’s qi moves when one moves, and one’s body thrives when one moves”. Conversely, people also influence their living environment.
To observe this palace in such detail is also to understand Jiang Wuqian from another angle.
The brightness of yesterday, the sorrow of today, all stem from one person.
One person, one life, a wisp of essence and spirit.
Jiang Wang observed very carefully. Someone like Jiang Wuqì, who aims to see through things with a single step, must have a unique understanding of the world. These understandings may not be unified, but they are definitely worth learning from.
When you see a virtuous person, reflect on your own shortcomings; when you see someone who is not virtuous, reflect on yourself.
Learning more about Jiang Wuqi was also a process of self-discovery for me.
With the help of the rouge mirror, Jiang Wang had almost missed nothing.
There's quite a bit of valuable information to be found, but I can't seem to locate any details related to the assassination of Lady Lei.
Watching the two blue-turbaned detectives still bustling before him, Jiang Wang let out a sigh that he swallowed deep within.
He understood there was another possibility—perhaps he had already seen the relevant clues, but didn't know they were related to the assassination of Lady Lei.
After all, as for the major case of Yuanfeng's thirty-eighth year, all he knew were just snippets.
Who was involved, who was the most suspect back then, and why it became a cold case in the end... nothing is known.
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Maybe clues are right in front of us and we don't recognize them. I guess what I thought before was a bit naive.
After all, there are specialists in every field. Perhaps we can only wait for the search results of Lin Youxie or Zheng Shangming...
Jiang Wang used the rouge mirror to scan aimlessly, her attention suddenly shifting to the screen in the front hall.
That day, when Feng Gu sent him off, they stopped in front of this screen wall and said a few words. That was also the last time Feng Gu and he spoke to each other.
At that time, Consultant Feng's first words were - "My Lord, do you believe in Eleventh Highness"
Now that I think about it, was there a deeper meaning to that question
Could there be some hidden information in the places he deliberately stopped
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Since Feng Gu hoped to supervise the progress of the case in his suicide note, according to common sense, he should have also left himself some clues... just like the dagger Lin Youxie received.
But Jiang Wang had recalled it many times, and there was nothing particularly noteworthy.
Feng Gu's words certainly reveal that he wants to do something, but there are no specific details mentioned at all.
This screen Jiang Wang had passed through the Changsheng Palace many times. On the back of the screen was a very delicate painting, on the right side inscribed "All Living Beings".
The inscription reads "Principal of Changsheng Palace".
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Therefore, I had only casually glanced at the painting on the wall earlier and hadn't paid much attention to it. Now, focusing my attention, I observe it carefully and can't help but be amazed.
This picture depicts commoners, merchants, officials, and generals; thousands of faces, each distinct and lifelike.
Furthermore, there are decorated railings and pavilions, with bustling crowds of carriages and horses. In the distance, there are misty mountains, deep tranquil waters, blooming flowers, lush trees, and both elderly people and playful children.
Upon close inspection, it truly is "a single brushstroke encompassing all beings."
> It's not just that people each do their own jobs; some stories also happen in some places.
Wrestling and laughing, shoulder to shoulder, greeting and seeing off...
For example, in the lower left corner of this mural, there is a man dressed neatly. His left index finger lightly touches his ear, and his right finger points to the paper on the table in front of him... It's clear that he has difficulty hearing and is asking for communication through writing.
Across from him, with his head tilted back and speaking eloquently, was a man clad in patched clothes. His eyes were vacant, and he leaned on a cane in one hand, clearly blind...
The communication between the deaf and the blind, the former pointing and gesturing, the latter speaking incessantly, is truly a curious and strange sight.
For example, there was a farmer carrying dung along the riverbank. People passing by covered their noses one after another.
There was only one old fisherman sitting still, rod in hand, calm and composed…It was obvious his nose was broken.
Because of this lost sense of smell, he lost some splendor and avoided some troubles.
There are many other examples like these, too numerous to list.
The more you look at this mural, the more amazing it becomes.
It is truly captivating, vividly portraying both humanity and the journey of life.
Throughout his journey, Jiang Wang has witnessed both stormy seas and gentle ripples. He has met many people and made numerous acquaintances. He created the unique "Human Word Sword" and, observing all beings, he evolves with them.
In the few years after my extraordinary journey, I had witnessed wonders that most people would never experience in a lifetime.
But after all, it's only "a few years".
I have never dared to say that this "human sword" painting is complete, nor have I ever dared to claim that I've seen all there is to see in the world. At this moment, studying this painting is like reliving the artist's experiences. In the world they've built, I've witnessed hundreds of different kinds of lives... It has been a fruitful experience.
Zheng Shuming, who was secretly investigating the hidden swords within every book, was startled and turned around abruptly. He had sensed the terrifying sword intent emanating from Jiang Wang's body, concealed yet potent, already possessing the power to shatter mountains.
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He had long known of Jiang Wang's great strength, and he firmly believed that Jiang Qingyang was the first proud son of Qi.
After all, the lesson learned from that battle at Gushan was profound enough. Since then, Jiang Wang's progress has been astonishing. Every report of his victories left people speechless, as he shattered legends and created history with each step.
But those achievements are ultimately distant.
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Right before his eyes, the man stood there by the door for a long time. Could swordsmanship actually improve just by standing like that
This is the peerless genius
In the front, Jiang Wuqin relied on drinking medicine to suppress his cultivation progress. In the back, Jiang Qingyang stood at a post for a while and realized swordsmanship.
Zheng Shangming looked at the military treatise "Pointing Generals Nine Theories, Selecting Soldiers Eight Methods" in his hand and suddenly felt that life was boring.
If talent were compared to generals, I'm afraid people like Jiang Wan and Zhuge Liang would be the top tier commanders. I might only be at the level of a five or six-star general...
The weight of gazes suddenly fell on Jiang Wang. He silently retracted his sword intent and temporarily ceased observing the painting "All Beings." He glanced at Zheng Shangming and Lin Youxie, whose eyes were filled with surprise, and asked in a low voice, “Have you found a clue”
He almost instinctively wanted to send a silent message, but luckily he was still conscious and avoided an awkward situation.
Zheng Shangming shook his head. "Feng Gu's death is full of doubts, and the clues are very scattered. Although we have collected some information, we can't be sure if it's useful. We need to go back and compare the testimonies before we can confirm... What about Deputy Magistrate Lin"
"About the same as you." Lin Youxie said softly.
Zheng Shuming pondered for a moment and asked, "Shall we return first, or continue"
Lin Youxie said, “Let’s go back first. I’ll test that bowl of medicinal soup.”
The examination of the medicinal soup could only be conducted at the Inspection Department, Lin Youxie claimed he would examine it himself, but it was impossible without others supervising. Therefore Zheng Shangming didn't care much, he just carefully put the military classic in his hand back in a distant place.
“Then let’s return first and come again tomorrow.” He looked at Jiang Wang: “Will Sir Jiang go back first, or return to the Patrol Inspectorate with us You have the right now to examine Feng Gu’s body, and investigate the relevant files, and interrogate the relevant personnel.”
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Jiang Wang looked at the two people, completely unable to judge if they had gotten the clues they wanted...
That's even better, it saves me from worry.
“Let’s go to the Inspectorate,” he said.
The carriage had moved on, and the palace gates behind it were locked once more.
Changsheng Palace fell into silence.
Jiang Wang was still thinking about the mirror-screen.
This screen wall is not far from the gate of Changsheng Palace, and the mural was painted by Jiang Wuqì himself. Of course, it can represent some of Jiang Wuqì's ideas or tendencies.
One stroke encompasses all beings, of course it shows great vision.
But this "panorama of all beings," does it mean "seeing all beings and embracing all beings"
Or, "To rule over all beings, first understand all beings"
Are the things that those princes, generals, merchants and commoners are experiencing a reflection of Jiang Wuqidi's views on the current situation
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Feng Gu stopped here at the time, was there some mystery
In this portrait of a thousand faces, Jiang Wang silently reminisced, pausing on certain figures and observing their actions, hoping to find a possible connection.
This is a meticulous and lengthy task, difficult to focus on.
The carriage stopped.
"We're here." Zheng Shangming got out of the car first.
Lin Youxie closely followed behind.
The three individuals each had their own thoughts and did not communicate with one another.
Jiang Wang followed behind them, once again stepping into Beiyaguan.
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Such a powerful government office, covering a vast area, Jiang Wang had visited several times, but still only saw a small portion of it. He had no idea what the entire North Palace looked like.
Today is the first time I have seen the Beiya prison.
A solitary iron house stood on barren ground, surrounded by nothing but bare stone. The iron house itself was merely a place for guards to verify identities; the real prison lay beneath the earth.
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Zheng Shangming went to investigate the maidservants and eunuchs of Changsheng Palace first, while Lin Youxie went to examine the bowl of medicinal soup ahead of him.
Jiang Wang went straight to the morgue, ignoring both of them.
The Beiyagong had a special morgue not far from the Beiyagong prison...
Of course, it inevitably gives people a sense of intimidation, as if someone who has been punished in prison will be directly taken to the morgue.
But actually, this kind of thing is still quite rare.
The Northern Bureau has strict procedures for examining cases of homicide. Today's murderers will be tomorrow's prisoners in the Northern Bureau jail. Anyone who kills without authorization will certainly face punishment.
Compared to the prison managed by the watchmen, the prison in Beiya is much more lenient.
Like the maids and eunuchs in Changsheng Palace who were temporarily detained here, they were only confined for the secrecy of the case. Once the case was closed, they could go out, so they would not be harmed.
Of course, within the Beiya prison there were also different levels, corresponding to different criminals. The so-called "leniency" was only relative.
As someone of Feng Gu's status, even in the morgue at Beiya he was considered high-ranking and had a private room to himself.
The entrance is guarded by a dedicated person, and no one is allowed in or out without the North Yamen's official seal.
Even when Jiang Wang went inside, a Northern Guard officer followed him, standing silently in the room as per routine to supervise matters.
Under all sorts of measures, it would be very difficult to tamper with Feng Gu's corpse. It would be even more impossible to complete the tampering without those senior blue cards discovering it.
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A solitary stone coffin stood in the center of the room.
This type of spirit-preserving coffin is extremely precious, and not everyone is worthy of using it. The coffin itself is engraved with formations that prevent the body from rotting, preserving its state at death as much as possible.
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Therefore, when Jiang Wang saw Feng Gu, this corpse hadn't had time to change yet.
He was naked, with some very fine knife cuts that had been examined countless times by the Blue Seals.
Jiang Wang recognized that a few of them were left by Lin Youxie. He had seen Lin Youxie perform autopsies with his own eyes and knew her unique methods.
As I gently closed my eyes and reopened them, my left eye had turned crimson red.
Under the state of Qian Yang's gaze, inspect this corpse, capturing every detail...
Of course, the result was nothing.
No other injuries besides strangulation marks were found, and there was no sign of anyone having tampered with the scene.
Jiang Wangben didn't expect to find anything. After inspecting it, he secretly used the technique of remembrance, trying to see if he could recreate a trace of Feng Gu's soul essence...
But he was dead thoroughly, his soul scattered clean, leaving not a trace.
Looking at Feng Gu's lifeless eyes that were still wide open, Jiang Wang asked in his heart, "Do you know that what you want may never come true"
Of course, there is no answer to this question.
Jiang Wang put away the Dry Yang Eye and turned to leave.
The blue-robed patrol officer who accompanied Lord Jiang into the autopsy was a man of about forty.
He seems very reserved and trustworthy.
He was completely silent from beginning to end.
As soon as Jiang Wang walked out, he followed behind at a quick pace.
As they passed the stone coffin, Ping extended his hand and swiftly brushed it over Feng Gu's corpse. His fist clenched as if he had grasped something. Following closely behind Jiang Wang, he stepped out of the mortuary, casually closing and locking the door behind them.
The whole process was effortless, smooth as water flowing.
It shouldn't be discovered by anyone.
He had such confidence. He lowered his eyes and remained silent.
But he couldn't see...
As Jiang Wang walked out of the corridor, she flipped her left hand over, and a small and delicate makeup mirror had quietly been put away.
Jiang Wang covered the mortuary with a rouge mirror, intending to help herself find possible clues. She looked at it once herself and then examined it again through the rouge mirror.
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I didn't expect to "see" this interesting scene.
This escorting blue-card constable, who does he belong to
What has this person done, and what are they trying to do
Jiang Wang didn't think that was a routine post-mortem examination conducted by the Beiyuan. If it were just an examination, there was no need to be so secretive, nor should they have kept Jiang Wang, who had gone to perform the autopsy, in the dark.
Unmonitored inspection is itself unfair.
Jiang Wang walked out without making a sound.
There's no need to expose him right now. First, once someone like this is exposed, it's easy to cut off any further leads. Second, even with the Crimson Mirror, he didn't see what this person did to Feng Gu's body. Even if we cause a commotion and catch him now, we probably wouldn't be able to hold onto any "evidence." It might just alert others and create more problems.
It's better to wait for the follow-up.
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Following proper procedure, I signed and acknowledged with the morgue attendant to confirm my visit and completion of the inspection of Mr. Feng's body.
Then leave.
Throughout the entire process, Jiang Wang didn't glance at the constable who followed him into the morgue, but he had already firmly memorized that person's features in his mind.
Thick brows, deep-set eyes, and a prominent nose.
His eyes looked kind. But that right hand, it had definitely torn apart many people's hands.
Just too relaxed, yet too stable.
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