Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2195 The Battle of Flowers (One Hundred and Three)

   The little imam smiled and looked at Nick. He didn't even look at the "gift" Nick gave him, 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 follow China's rules." The little imam said, "The book says don't run too fast, or 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, Old Turkish before the 15th century, and Ottoman Turkish after the 15th century, you The book that was given to me was in Ottoman Turkish."

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

   "The Macedonian Empire is gone, but the Macedonians are still there. Is it strange that a Macedonian living in the 15th century records an alien story in Turkish?"

  Nick could not answer.

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

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

   "It's not just that, you forget, they think hair is the path of dreams, and dreams can help them trace their origins." The imam said calmly, "A living yin-yin will serve dozens of souls."

   "Those shadows are actually ghosts?" Nick asked.

   "There's a story I'm going to tell you, but it's kind of scary, you have to think about it first."

  Nick smiled. "Just say it."

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

   "A lot of people from Gaoyou have come to the Governor's Mansion recently. Do you know how the name Gaoyou came from?"

   "I thought it was you who told me the story."

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

   "I've heard of this story." Nick said quickly, "The monster painted the human skin into the appearance of a beautiful woman."

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

  Nick looked at his own reflection in the mirror, then at Imam.

"About a hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Jurchens led a large army, which was brought in by Wu Sangui, who was guarding Shanhaiguan. They had just defeated the army of Li Zicheng, the king of rushing, and on the day of their march to Shanhaiguan, the Qianfeng Battalion sent an advance team. , they rushed to march overnight, but they encountered another group of people before the pass. The soldier in the front was shot by a cluster of feather arrows, just like wearing a feather crown in an instant. The commander of the team immediately judged the situation. They changed their formations and fought back. They quickly won, not only because they were new victors, but also because the opponent did not resist. Then when they cleaned up the battlefield, they found that the fallen 'enemies' were all empty skins. And they have the exact same appearance, even the small scar on the back of the hand to the mole at the bottom of the ear, they feel the fear that they have never seen before, and then people pick up another skin of their own, throw them together and burn it."

  Nick remembered the horrible punishment of peeling real grass in the Ming Dynasty, as well as the Temple of Skin Sausage.

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

   "Why do you think that?"

  Nick told Imam what he really thought.

"Two you, you are Tirik, you are Naru, you are not Tirik, you are not Naru, there is only one protagonist in the story, you two are half and half, and in the end you and you will come out of this story , In addition to the story, one plays the author and the other plays the reader." The imam suddenly said, "This is a poem of the Yin Yin people."

   "I still don't understand."

"Death is like a sieve for you to reconstruct. There is a flower recorded in that book. Your tongue will bloom and grow vines full of thorns, sticking into the ears of all enemies, hollowing out each other's heads, and piercing the enemy. The heart of the enemy, smashed the bones of the enemy, and shredded every sturdy body wrapped in armor in cursing and screaming, leaving behind skins."

  Nick can't make a sound, it's like being strangled by the neck.

"Those Jurchen soldiers cried out in pain. They didn't know who died. As I told you, the gathering of Yin Yin people will disturb the spirits of others, and finally form a sea of ​​chaos. They are not only the same as human beings. The reproductive mode, as well as the reproductive method similar to plants, in those places that were burned to ashes, a screaming flower grew later. The stamens are transparent, and if you look closely, you can see small **** like insect eggs. It has the umbilical cord and the embryo attached to it."

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

"After the Jurchen left, Wu Sangui's soldiers went back again." The imam said, "They found the **** and brought the babies born from them to Yunnan. These children grew up like normal children with the help of kind people. , and later intermarried with Hani and Han nationalities. Some stayed in Yungui, 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. 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 crest. He was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, so he quickly 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 'the monster will not appear for no reason, do you have some deep hidden evil thoughts', the man was surprised and admitted 'I have an enemy and want to kill him The whole family, told him to cut off his sons and grandchildren, and then go to the duck mother', the duck mother was the nickname of a Taiwanese pirate during the Kangxi period. He used to raise ducks for a living, so he called him the duck mother. If 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 with a blank face, "For Jurchen, Ran Yin is the name of the devil. They come with the smell of burning corpses, and the Jurchen can't take them away. Drive away, and then the mandrill came, and the people next door also call it 'the devil's burp', if it had been a few days earlier, it would have been 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 that matter?" Nick asked rhetorically.

"Whoever does ghusl on the day of the prayer, like the ghusl of Heaven, and the first to go to the temple to pray, is equivalent to offering a camel to God, the second is equivalent to offering a cow, the third is equivalent to offering One sheep, the fourth one is equivalent to donating a chicken, and the fifth one is equivalent to donating an egg. When the master is present, the angels will come in person to listen to the praise. If it happens to be the Dragon Boat Festival a few days earlier, according to the custom , Eat salted duck eggs on the Dragon Boat Festival, I have been waiting for your salted duck eggs." The imam said like a child, "Why didn't you come?"

  "I have something to do..."

   "Then do you think the angels will protect you?" the imam asked, "they can be as busy as you are."

  Nick did not answer.

"That book is very dangerous. If you have something you want to know, you can come to me next time. Until you fully understand and I think you can bear it, I will not give you that book. Let's go." The imam said, pointing to the precious gift Nick brought, standing up and ready to go.

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

   "You ask." The little imam said calmly.

   "How do you know, I mean Wu Sangui and Quanzhou people." Nick said some words that were not expressive.

   "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 mildly.

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

"They thought that it was the other self who was killed, or that it was all a nightmare, that monster flower can bring hallucinations." The imam shook his head, "May God bless them, I hope they are not controlled by that magic flower. soul."

   "Enough!" said Bonaparte with a grim expression.

  Georgianna didn't say anything. She secretly compared the flower with the devil's net. The devil's net can be disguised as a crab claw orchid, and this flower...

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

   "I'm not afraid of basilisks, haven't you seen a basilisk?" She looked at his blue eyes and said, "As long as you find its weakness, there's nothing to be afraid of. The devil's net is afraid of fire. Are you afraid of this kind of flower?"

"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 murmured, continuing to read below.

   (end of this chapter)