There is half a bronze talisman stuck in the cracks of the bricks on the north wall of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. The day Su Jinyu took it out, there was a burn mark on the palm - exactly the same as the half of the word "good" on the bronze charm. That night she dreamed of an armored man standing on the top of the tower on a snowy night. He moved his lips three times and said, "Wait for me to come back." The next day, there was a bunch of hair in the groove of the bronze talisman, wrapped in red silk, and embroidered with two words: Zhaoning. The old lady in Xi'an said that Zhaoning was the fifth daughter of Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty. Two hundred and eighty years ago, Xue Huaian, the commander of the Forbidden Army, opened the Xuanwu Gate for her. However, after the failure, she was imprisoned under the pagoda, and the Buddhist scriptures will be forever suppressed. Zhao Ning has been burning incense for thirteen years, and the incense has been passed down for twenty-six generations. He is only waiting for someone whose surname is neither Chen nor Zhao nor Wang to burn the last stick. Su Jinyu's surname is Su. The four white incense sticks cracked by themselves, the imperial edict was engraved on the iron plate of the underground palace, and the copper key fit the rusty lock at the bottom of the tower. The last one tomorrow evening. She squatted under the wall and asked: "Who are you?" The chain rang, and a hoarse voice called her through the cracks in the bricks: "Zhao Ning." Two hundred and eighty years.
Did he admit the wrong person? Or is it not wrong at all?
