The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

It was an old site, located in Humen. At that time, a fire broke out, which burned the place, and also burned Liu Menglin, the most beautiful oiran in Qingyuelou at that time.

Beauty fading, obsession, resentment, conflagration, hanged Bai Ling.

Li Wei thought for a moment, and now he just waited for her to use her mana no longer.

At that time, she can be located.

However, Li Wei is not in a hurry to find her, but intends to trace back her cause and effect.

There is such a cause and effect for the formation of resentful ghosts, let alone fierce ghosts.

"Go down the mountain to see the world..."

...

Humen is not too far from Bo City, they are all within Guang Province.

The greatest convenience of modern transportation is where you can go, you can get on the bus and go at any time.

In the busy city, although Li Wei's extravagant temperament is impressive, not many people pay attention to it.

Everyone keeps their heads down, and everyone lives in their own small world. It's not because they don't want to look up at the sky, but because they are too tired to look up.

It's still comfortable to keep your head down.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Surabaya Street, it's such an old street." Hearing the name of this street, the taxi driver was a little surprised that the young man in front of him was going to such a place.

Li Wei smiled.

"How old is this street?"

"Hey, it's such an old street in Qing Dynasty, you can see Humen Beach from there." The driver brother said with a smile, "You can see Humen selling cigarettes."

The driver brother always felt that the young Taoist in front of him had a particularly quiet and pleasing demeanor, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

On the co-pilot in the front seat of the car, there was a little baby crying.

The driver brother was a little embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, guest, I... I'm the only one in the family, and I'm running a taxi outside, and I have to take care of the children. How about I give you a cheaper fare? I'm really sorry."

The driver brother was still in a hurry to feed the baby the milk he had prepared earlier.

At this time, Li Wei saw a notice posted on the back of the car, saying that the driver was a single parent with a child and had to support the family, so that the guests could take care of them. He was deeply sorry.

If it wasn't really difficult, who would take the children out to run around?

The driver brother apologized again and again. Although there are many kind-hearted people in this world, most people would not mind him taking a child in the car. After all, everyone has difficulties, but that is also when the child is quiet. If the road is far away, If the child starts crying again, most people will choose to apologize and get out of the car when they see this situation.

The driver brother doesn't blame the guests, after all, the guests have the right to choose a normal vehicle and a normal environment after spending money, right?

At this moment, Li Wei looked at the child and said with a slight smile, "Don't cry..."

The tone is soft and pleasant.

At the same time, Li Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

With the natural fairy air of the mountains, it gently blows over the baby's little face.

Just two words put the child to sleep, and the little guy snored.

At this moment, the driver brother was a little stunned.

It takes a lot of effort to put the child to sleep.

"Ba...ba..."

The little baby was still holding his little hand in his sleep, with a smile on his face.

The sound of father made the driver brother full of motivation.

In life, good things will always happen.

"Brother Driver, let's go to Surabaya Street."

"Oh... good good."

The driver brother started the vehicle.

Along the way, the driver brother was very enthusiastic about Li Wei and talked about the history of Humen and the history of Surabaya Street.

"During the Qing Dynasty, there was a very famous restaurant in Sishui Street called Qingyuelou. People of the older generation knew that place. There was also a very beautiful girl named Liu Menglin who sang beautifully and beautifully. It's the oiran of Qingyue Tower, back then the good emperor wanted to come and have a glimpse of her beauty."

The driver brother actively introduced to Li Wei.

"Later, what happened to Qingyuelou?"

"I don't know, I heard that she was burned by a fire, and that beautiful oiran also died in this fire." The driver brother paused and said: "But there are also rumors that she was hanged in the well, Who knows, the story happened so many years ago."

In his opinion, Li Wei is a tourist. Since he is a tourist, he must tell Li Wei the background, the story here, and the culture and everything behind it.

For him, it's a story.

For Liu Menglin, it is a real life story that has been experienced, an experience that turned her into a ghost.

A story full of joys and sorrows in the world.

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

Chapter 87 Romance

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When he came to this ancient street, Li Wei's first feeling was withering.

Generally, for economic benefits, this kind of street will be designated as a scenic spot by the local area.

However, the scenic spot also has a lifespan. It cannot always attract people to come here, and it will gradually decline, be abandoned, and be rebuilt.

The nearly 200-year-old street has gradually been transformed into a pedestrian area.

The story is a long, long time ago.

It has been so long that, except for some locals, not many people remember this ancient event.

Li Wei wandered in this withered neighborhood, except for the old people who left memories here, few people wandered here.

At this time, Li Wei followed the trail and came under a big tree.

This big locust tree also looks very old, older than this block, maybe this old locust tree carries the most life in this block.

Witness the past, witness the present, and perhaps witness the future.

At this time, under the shade of the locust tree, Li Wei saw a young man who was out of place. The man was handsome, fair-skinned, dressed in a long robe, and had braids that did not fit this era.

Sitting under the stone chair of the locust tree, he seemed to be looking into the distance. In front of him, there was a beautiful guqin.

Scholars are romantic, nothing more than that.

Li Wei looked at the young man who was watching, and sat down in front of his piano without any explanation.

"Mr. is so elegant, playing the piano under the tree." Li Wei smiled slightly.

The young man raised his head and looked at Li Wei with a slightly surprised expression, but he also said with a smile: "It's nothing more than a juggling art, the Daoist laughed."

"Pindao came here to inquire about something."

"What's the matter?" The young man said with a faint smile, "I've been here for many years, and there are some things that I know and don't know, and they're all here."

"The poor Taoist came to inquire about Qingyuelou here, Liu Menglin, the most beautiful oiran here back then. What happened to her back then."

The young man's expression was startled, his eyes were deep, as if the name touched the depths of his mind.

"Qingyuelou, Liu Menglin... Daoist, do you want to hear a story or the past."

"Pindao wants to hear about the past."

"When people come here, even if they know Qingyuelou and Liu Menglin, they only want to hear her story, not her past." The young man said with emotion.

"For others, is there a difference between the story and the past?"

"There is a difference."

The young man stared into the distance with deep eyes, and said slightly sadly.

"A story is a story, only joy, anger, sorrow, and joy."

"In the past, there were ups and downs."

.....

In this land of Humen, there is a place that is the most romantic.

It is this Surabaya street, which is said to be a building of fireworks, but it mainly discusses music techniques, poetry, calligraphy and painting, and it is an elegant place.

Occasionally, some romantic affairs can be heard, which is also a good story.

Silk and satin, poetry and songs, that scholar is romantic, that beautiful woman and oiran.

Among them, the most beautiful oiran is none other than Liu Menglin.

There are beauties in the south, who write poems, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings, the most wonderful of which is the singing voice, and even the high-ranking officials in the capital will come to this Qingyue Tower to book an elegant seat when they go south to listen to the wonderful opera. Man's voice.

She is a well-deserved oiran, and countless people flock to her, and she is also the white moonlight in countless people's hearts.

But in her heart, there is also a Bai Yueguang, who is a commoner scholar. At that time, they met because of the music, and became attached to each other because of the piano.

Come and sing, I'll play the piano.

He said that if he wanted to go to Beijing to take the exam, and if he had achieved fame, he would be able to redeem her and protect her.

For this reason, she guarded herself like a jade, waiting for the scholar to come back.

However, after years of waiting, the scholar did not wait, but did.

smoke.

This thing that has been popular in other places, but has never invaded the streets of Surabaya, here he comes.

The opium has invaded the romantic and poetic Surabaya streets, making this place where the fireworks are romantic, a place where opium is dumped.

Drugs from exotic lands have occupied this street, and the place where fireworks are popular has gradually been changed into smoke halls-after all, which shopkeeper will refuse the more profitable opium?

In the end, Qingyue Tower is the only one that still retains elegance and literature.

It's a pity that Qingyuelou's business is getting worse and worse. The romantic scholars went to the smoking hall. Those romantic scholars in those days also became smokers who lingered in the smoking hall. Fighting piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but immersed in the illusory world brought by the black potion, sinking in self-care.

One day, a nobleman who was quite famous in Qingyue Tower back then.

Back then, the scholar who excelled at both piano and zither, the scholar who left many romantic stories in Qingyue Tower, he was in front of Qingyue Tower with a thin and downcast face.

'Give me some money, give me some cigarettes! '

'I'm going to the sky, I'm going to the sky hahaha! '

"Liu Menglin, brother, I'm coming hahahahaha..."

The man who just came out of the smokehouse broke into Qingyue Tower and made a big fuss, and then he entered Liu Menglin's boudoir. A down and out man who lost all face in the end.

After he forced his way in, no one knew what happened.

All I know is that later, Qingyue Tower was set on fire, and the white silk and satin turned into strings of red gold fireballs.

The fire burned out the life inside, and there is no more Qingyue Tower here.

...

"If Liu Menglin can wait another year, the man will come back, come back with his promise, and tell her." The young man pointed to the beach on the other side with a slight sadness and said: "From here, you can see the man. What Jiaguo did is a pity, a pity, after all, she didn't wait until that time."

"The scholar did not disappoint Liu Menglin, he just used other methods to protect his country and homeland."

"On the way to Beijing to rush for the exam, he saw many things, and the opium was one of them. In that year, the opium had spread in China. He gradually realized that the pen could not save the people. He met the lifelong Bole changed him and became the object of his lifelong loyalty. He also personally ignited the fire on Humen Beach for him."

The young man turned to look at Li Wei and said.

"His name is Lin Zhexu."

Chapter 88 Humen sells cigarettes