Harry Potter Morning Light

The little imam looked at Nick with a smile. He didn't look at the "gift" from Nick at all, as if he was not satisfied, or he wanted to be "polite".

Nick was just about to speak.

"This is China, so we have to act according to Chinese rules." The little imam said, "The book says not to run too fast, otherwise you will catch up with yourself, and then both will die."

"What do you mean?" Nick asked.

"How much do you know about Turkish?"

Nick looked at him blankly.

"Turkish was originally one of the Turkic languages, and later absorbed a lot of Arabic and Persian, so Turkish can be divided into two periods, the ancient Turkish before the 15th century, and the Ottoman Turkish after the 15th century, you The book given to me was in Ottoman Turkish."

"You mean it's fake?" Nick asked.

"The Macedonian Empire is gone, but the Macedonians are still there. Is it strange for a Macedonian who lived in the 15th century to record a story about a foreign race in Turkish?"

Nick couldn't answer.

"Although the Yinyin people have disappeared in the mainstream civilization, their mixed blood and civilization are still being passed on. They don't like to use words. They think that sound has a strange effect, and they spend a lot of time practicing, because in an all-black In the world, sound is the best communication tool."

"So their history is passed down by word of mouth?" Nick asked.

"Not only that, you forgot, they think that hair is the path of dreams, and dreams can help them trace their own origin." The imam said calmly, "A living Yin Yin person has to serve dozens of souls."

"Those shadows are actually ghosts?" Nick asked.

"There is a story I want to tell you, but it's a bit scary, you should think about whether it's good or not."

Nick laughed, "Go ahead."

The imam looked at Nick for a long time, his eyes were like goldfish swimming gracefully in the water, and then said.

"Many people from Gaoyou have been to the Governor's Mansion recently. Do you know how the name Gaoyou came from?"

"I thought it was you telling me the story."

"Qin Shihuang built a high platform in this place and set up a post booth. Since then, Gaoyou has been regarded as a post station. There is a writer named Pu Songling who worked in Gaoyou for several years as an aide. Later he wrote There is a book called "Liaozhai", which tells a story called "Painted Skin."

"I've heard of this story." Nick said quickly, "The monster painted human skin to look like a beautiful woman."

"In fact, human skin can not only be painted to look like a beautiful woman." The imam pushed a mirror in front of Nick, "It can also be exactly like you."

Nick looked at his reflection in the mirror, then at the imam.

"About a hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Jurchens led a large army, and Wu Sangui, who was guarding Shanhaiguan, led a large army into the pass. They had just defeated the army of Chuang Wang Li Zicheng. , They rushed to march overnight, but encountered another group of troops before the pass. A soldier who rushed to the front was shot by a cluster of feather arrows, as if wearing a feather crown in an instant. The commander of the team immediately judged that the situation was serious. They changed their formation and fought back. They quickly won, not only because of their new victory, but also because the opponent did not resist. Then when they cleaned up the battlefield, they found that the dead 'enemies' were all empty skins. And they have exactly the same appearance as them, even the small scar on the back of the hand and the mole on the bottom of the ear are exactly the same, they feel unprecedented fear, and then people pick up their own skins one after another, throw them together and burn them."

Nick thought of the horrible penalty of peeling real grass in the Ming Dynasty, as well as the Temple of Pichang.

"Could it be that the warlocks of the Ming Dynasty dealt with them?" Nick asked.

"Why do you think that?"

Nick told the imam what he really thought.

"Two you, you are Tyrek, you are Nan Lou, you are not Tyrek, you are not Nan Lou, there is only one protagonist in the story, you two each take half, and in the end you and you will eventually walk out of this story , outside the story, one plays the author and the other plays the reader." The imam suddenly said, "This is the poetry of the Yin tribe."

"I still don't understand."

"Death is like a sieve, let you reconstruct, there is a kind of flower recorded in that book, your tongue will bloom, grow vines full of thorns, reach into the ears of all enemy soldiers, hollow out the opponent's head, and pierce through the enemy heart, smashing the bones of the enemy, tearing apart every strong body wrapped in armor amidst curses and screams, leaving skins one after another.”

Nick couldn't make a sound, as if someone was choking him.

"Those Jurchen soldiers wailed in pain. They didn't know who the dead were. I told you that the gathering of Yin Yin people would interfere with other people's spirits, and finally form a sea of ​​chaos. Apart from being human The reproductive mode, and the reproductive mode similar to plants, in those places that were burned to ashes, a screaming flower grew out later, the stamen is transparent, and if you look carefully, you can see small balls like insect eggs, It has the umbilical cord and the embryo attached to it."

"How do you know?" Nick asked in panic.

"After the Jurchens left, Wu Sangui's soldiers fell back," said the imam. "They found the balls and brought the babies born from them to Yunnan, where they grew up like normal children with the help of well-wishers. Later, they intermarried with Hani and Han people. Some stayed in Yunnan and Guizhou, some migrated to Southeast Asia with their parents, and some went to Putian and Quanzhou. There was a scholar who saw his shadow under the lamp and felt uncomfortable. It looks like his own shape. If you look carefully, his head is as big as a bucket, and it looks like he is wearing a feather crown. He was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. He asked his wife to check it for him, and she saw the same thing. So they found the man's teacher for help. The teacher said, "Monsters don't appear for no reason. Do you have some evil thoughts hidden deep down?" The man was surprised and admitted, "I have an enemy and I want to kill him." Full family, tell him to cut off his sons and grandchildren, and then go to seek refuge with the duck mother', the duck mother was the nickname of a Taiwanese pirate in the Kangxi period, he used to raise ducks for a living, so he called him the duck mother, assuming we understand it this way, the shadow backlash is related to evil thoughts ..."

"Sounds crazy," Nick whispered.

"I think so too, so those Jurchen soldiers are crazy." The imam said blankly, "For the Jurchens, Yinyin is the name of the devil. They come following the smell of burning corpses, and the Jurchens can't kill them." Drive them away, and then the mandrill came, and the people next door also called it the 'devil's belch', if it had been a few days earlier, it would be a good time to eat salted duck eggs."

Nick looked at him in surprise.

"Don't you know that Gaoyou's salted duck eggs are famous?"

"How does it matter?" Nick asked back.

"Whoever performs ghusl on the day of Juliah as if he had done ghusl given by God, and the first one to go to the mosque to pray, it is equivalent to offering a camel to Allah, the second is equivalent to offering a cow, and the third is equivalent to offering The fourth is equivalent to donating a chicken, the fifth is equivalent to donating an egg, and when the teacher is present, all the angels will come and listen to the praise. If it happens to be the Dragon Boat Festival a few days earlier, according to the custom ,Dragon Boat Festival eats salted duck eggs, I have been waiting for the salted duck eggs you sent." The imam said like a child, "Why don't you come?"

"I have something to do..."

"Then do you think the angels will bless you?" the imam asked. "They can be as unavailable as you are."

Nick didn't answer.

"That book is very dangerous. If you have something you want to know, you can come to me next time. I won't give you that book until you fully understand it and I think you can bear it. This is what you bring. Let's go." Pointing to the expensive gift Nick brought, the imam said, standing up and preparing to leave.

"I have a question I want to ask you." Nick said quickly.

"Ask." The little imam said calmly.

"How do you know, I mean Wu Sangui and people from Quanzhou." Nick said with some incomprehensible words.

"According to your chronology, Wu Sangui lived in the 17th century, this book was written in Ottoman Turkish, and Kangxi pacified San Francisco, at least they lived in the same era." The imam said gently.

"Those Jurchens don't know who died..."

"They thought that what they killed was another self, or that all of this was a nightmare, and that kind of monster flower can bring hallucinations." The imam shook his head, "May Allah bless them, and hope that they are not controlled by that magic flower soul."

"That's enough!" said Bonaparte with a grimace.

Georgiana didn't make a sound. She secretly compared that flower with the devil's net. The devil's net can be disguised as a crab claw orchid, and this kind of flower...

"Aren't you afraid of having nightmares when you read this book?" Bonaparte said grumpily.

"I'm not afraid when the basilisk haunts. Haven't you seen the basilisk?" She looked into his blue eyes and said, "As long as you find its weak point, there is nothing to be afraid of. The devil's net is afraid of fire. Are these flowers afraid?"

"how could I know."

"Find one and do an experiment to find out."

He shook his head, as if she was unreasonable, stood up, and returned to the place where he was reading.

"Muggle." She muttered in a low voice, continuing to read the following content.