Daming's Bizarre Story: Painted Skin

Clearly said: "What do you want to declare?"

Jiu Ru was silent for a while before saying: "Anyone who sleeps with me will have nightmares, without exception."

Zhao Ran asked: "Then you have been sleeping alone all this time?"

"As long as I can remember, no one has ever slept with me."

"Then you have slept with someone since today." Zhao Ran pulled the quilt and yawned, and said disapprovingly, "I usually never have a dream when I fall asleep, let alone a nightmare. a dream."

Who ever heard of ghosts still dreaming?

After Zhaoran finished speaking, he fell asleep, and Jiuru glanced at him sideways, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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There was a rustling sound, black mud rolled and spread over, and Zhaoran opened his eyes in a dream...

He was lying in a piece of soil, it was autumn, withered yellow leaves fell from the sky, and the pale ink-colored sky set off the mountain road of Pantuo with a touch of weight and lightness.

What a dream.

Zhaoran got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body and thought, he wants to see what kind of dream it is.

As soon as he got up, he heard footsteps coming from behind him one after another. As soon as Zhao Ran turned his head, he saw several villagers coming up the mountain carrying coffins. The leader was an old man with a familiar face.

The people in Rongjiazhuang, Zhao Ran's heart moved, he took a few steps back and hid himself behind a tree, they carried the coffin through the forest, and walked towards the cemetery in the forest.

"Okay." The old man stretched out his hand, pointing to a tunnel, "Dig."

The villagers who carried the coffin quickly put down the coffin, picked up the shovel and dug a square hole in a short while, but the old man was not in a hurry to get down the coffin, but sprinkled something along the coffin.

Then he stood up, and said with a worried expression, "Get down to the coffin."

Several people buried the coffin in the dug hole, filled it back with soil, and built the head of the grave after a while.

The old man drew out a sword and muttered a word, followed by a dance with the four coffin-bearers, before prostrating himself on the ground: "General, the offerings for the Tianmang clan have been prepared, please come back, General."

"Please return the general!"

"Please return the general!"

The body of General Taiyin was buried in the coffin? !Zhaoran was filled with horror, the people of the Shenzu were looking for the body of General Taiyin everywhere, but it was actually hidden in the Rongjiazhuang?

Or, is there something taboo here?

The situation at this moment is so realistic that Zhao Ran can hardly remember that he is in a dream.

After the people in Rongjiazhuang finished all this, they quietly picked up their things and went down the mountain.

Zhaoran waited for them all to go down the mountain, so he sneaked into the cemetery impatiently, and then picked up a stick from the woods and started digging up the grave. Fortunately, the soil of Xinlei's grave was soft, and he picked up a corner after a while. Along the opened corner, the soil on the coffin was pushed to the side.

Originally, he was still worrying about how to open the coffin, but after pushing it, he found that the coffin had not been nailed to death, so he pushed the coffin away forcefully, only to see a person wrapped from head to toe wrapped with a cloth belt lying inside, resembling a person who had never been crucified. The figurines obtained by Li's house, it is clear that upon closer inspection, the cloth seems to have ups and downs.

This is a living person!

Shocked, Zhao Ran pushed the coffin lid aside, and then frantically untied the cloth strip from his feet to his head. The cloth strip slipped from the man's body until his head was exposed. face with a gold mask.

Calling it a mask, it is more like a general's helmet, with a chain armor covering the face, and the protruding headband to the nose looks like an inverted bird and animal pattern.

He touched the man's nose with his fingertips, he was already out of breath, where he was still a living person, it was clearly a corpse.

Zhaoran sighed regretfully, looking at the golden mask, he stretched out his hand, suddenly there was a rustling sound in his ear, he turned his head subconsciously, but saw mud pouring into the grave like a tidal wave, Zhaoran Turning over and falling into the coffin, he was just about to struggle to stand up, but found that his neck was clasped by a cold hand of the person in the coffin.

The sense of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and the sludge kept pouring into the coffin. It was obvious that it was almost difficult to breathe, with a strong sense of crisis. This was the first time he really felt the threat of death since he became conscious.

He will die!

Zhaoran struggled desperately, and in the panic he lifted off the golden mask, revealing the face inside, and that face——surprisingly it was himself.

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"Ah!" He couldn't help screaming.

"Wake up!" Someone whispered in his ear.

Zhaoran opened his eyes, and saw that under his body, instead of his own body, it was Jiuru, he pressed Jiuru under his body, their noses were facing each other, just like in the dream.

Zhaoran couldn't help widening his eyes, and the two of them stared wide-eyed and didn't speak.

After a while, Jiuru asked, "Didn't you say that you never dream and that you sleep well?"

Zhaoran rolled over from Jiuru's body in embarrassment, and said, "Yeah, what happened, why did you start dreaming?"

Jiu Ru stood up and said, "As I said, whoever sleeps with me will have nightmares. I'll go find a place to sleep outside."

"Don't, don't." Zhao Ran hastily pulled him back, "It's so cold outside."

"I'm not afraid of the cold."

"I'm afraid." Zhao Ran patted the couch and said, "Sleeping on a stone bed with such a thin quilt, it's good to have one more person."

Jiuru lay back down again, and said with his head on his pillow, "You really... have never slept with anyone?"

"Could it be that you have slept with many people?"

Zhao Ran put on the demeanor of a playboy and said: "That's right, there's no way, but if the young master I like, none of them can escape my palm, and none of them have a challenge."

Jiu Ru didn't say a word, but said plainly, "You don't believe me?"

"I believe." Jiuru closed his eyes and fell asleep after finishing speaking.

The night is long, and Zhao Ran still wants to continue blowing. Jiu Ru is about to fall asleep, so he hurriedly said: "Don't sleep, let me tell you, there was a girl who worshiped me so much that she knelt down and called me a fairy, but The young master thought about it and declined, it's useless to be beautiful, you have to have a brain, you know I like challenges that are difficult."

Hu San inexplicably sneezed at home.

"There is another one who is about to beat and kill me when she sees me. She seems to hate me to death, but she actually stares at me all day. I am a very principled person, although she is good-looking and has a good mind. , people are too fierce, no matter how beautiful they are, it's useless."

"There is another one. The conditions in the family are good, and the temper can be regarded as just enough, but it's a pity that this person is too snobbish. Once he is snobbish, he will lose his aura..."

He had been nagging and bragging for a long time, but Jiuru didn't respond at all. He raised his head and saw Jiuru's eyes were closed, under the cool moon, his eyebrows were picturesque, as if looking at the smoke tree, in the song Liushang, with such a casual glance, the soul is in it.

Zhaoran's heart skipped a few beats with a "click", and he lay back to his original position with a guilty conscience. He could still smell the faint sandalwood fragrance from Jiuru's body in his breath. If you are snobbish, then only Jiuru is left.

Thinking of this, he involuntarily widened his eyes, and then he heard Jiu Ru say: "Are you in a hurry? Why do you have some messy thoughts in your mind?"

Zhaoran felt guilty as if he was caught on the spot, and stammered: "You, you know what I'm thinking?"

Jiuru turned his head and said, "You are short of breath, startled, you are not thinking wildly."

Zhao Ran heaved a sigh of relief, it turned out that Jiu Ru didn't know what he was thinking, but guessed what he was thinking?

He couldn't help feeling anxious, leaned over and said, "That's because I thought of a beautiful girl that suits my heart just now..." He wanted to say that he thought of a beautiful girl that suits him, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the eyes that were as pure as ever. , I was embarrassed to say it.

Jiuru looked at him and asked, "What did you think of?"

"One dish, one dish." Zhao Ran said, "Braised elbow!"

"There is no such thing on the National Teacher Tower." Jiu Ru turned his head, "You should die as soon as possible."

Zhao Ran yelled: "But I've already thought about it, I'm so hungry!" He screamed miserably and rolled around on the bed, Jiu Ru really had to ignore him now.

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Zhaoran originally thought that within a day at most, someone would come to him from under the tower, but who would have thought that he actually lived in the National Teacher Tower day after day, even after staying for ten days, no one came to look for him under the tower.

There are Jiu Ru on the National Teacher Tower, not to mention Ying Ning and A Ning, even the head of the dragon patriarch will dare to come up easily, obviously there is no news, and they don't know what's going on below, so they have to carry the food bowl every day Squatting at the door of the dining hall, watching every passing sparrow with green eyes.

"Young Master Rong, Master Buddha asked you to listen to the scriptures."

Zhaoran spat out the bowl of food in his mouth and said, "I'm not a young monk, why should I listen to scriptures every day?"

The monk was not angry, but said kindly: "Everyone who goes to the National Master Pagoda needs to listen to the scriptures every day in order to calm their minds."

Zhaoran seemed to understand something and turned around and asked, "Does that mean you can leave when you are calm?"

The monk shook his head: "We don't know when we can leave."

"Then why should I go to listen to scriptures?" Zhao Ran took the food bowl back.

The monk applauded: "Then I am sorry to the benefactor."

After speaking, he picked up Zhaoran and walked back, Zhaoran struggled and said: "Hey, hey, little monk, you can't be an old monk in the future!"

The monks seemed to have been instructed to provoke Zhaoran at will, but they would not fight back, and they dragged Zhaoran to the lecture hall in two or three strokes.

After entering the hall, it was obvious that there was an empty futon beside Jiuru in the front row, so he had to go over and sit down. The old monk at the head of the lecture hall saw him coming, so he opened the scriptures and started I recited it.

After reading this thought for almost half an hour, Zhao Ran couldn't sit still. As soon as he moved, the old monk saw him and asked him, "What is meditation?"

Zhao Ran replied: "Why meditate?"

Jiuru glanced at him and replied, "Meditation is for the sake of purity of heart."

The old monk still asked Zhaoran: "Why do you need to have a pure heart?"

Zhao Ran replied again: "What is a pure heart?"

The old monk is an old mage sent by the national teacher to give lectures to the monks. His dharma name is Qiandeng. He is also a well-known and respected mage in the capital. For ten days, the Buddha would be pissed off by him.

He frowned slightly and said: "If the heart is pure, it will shine alone, and if the heart exists, everything will be clear. Like you, the heart is restless, the heart is not calm, the heart is not pure, willful and arrogant, and the troubles have disturbed others. It is a disaster." Reincarnated from others, you still don’t know yourself.” (Note: If the heart is pure, then the solitary light shines alone;

Zhao Ran sneered: "The so-called Dharma does not arise alone, it is born in response to the environment, the way is not empty, and you should respond to the fate. I like to be determined by fate. Don't force anything. This is the Dafa. Old monk, you are angry. Well, how about I go first and let you calm down first."

Qiandeng was startled, and hastily recited a Buddha's name in a low voice.

Jiuru shouted in a low voice: "Don't shut up yet!"

Zhao Ran said in his ear: "I want to go to the clean room first, and then think about the cleansing of the heart."

"Rong Xian!" Jiu Ru said angrily.

Zhaoran clutched his stomach and yelled, "There are three urgencies in people, this is really too bad."

Jiu Ru was speechless, so he could only purse his lips and say, "Go."

As if he had received an amnesty, Zhao Ran left the sutra hall in a hurry. He had just run out of the sutra hall, intending to take advantage of the lack of people and eat two sparrows, but suddenly he saw a monk leading a person in under the pagoda.

When he saw that person, he rushed towards him as if he was a relative, grabbed the man's hand and said, "Lord Wan, it's been a long time."

Wantong also laughed when he saw him, and held Zhaoran's with his two fat hands and said enthusiastically: "Oh, Mr. Rong, why didn't you go down after going up to the National Teacher Tower? I really miss you."

Zhaoran rolled his eyes and sighed: "Didn't I scold the Buddha's mother last time? Thinking about it, it really shouldn't be."

Wantong quickly asked: "Why does Young Master Rong suddenly feel that it should not be done? Didn't you still dislike that Buddha mother last time?"

Zhaoran glanced at the scripture hall and whispered: "Think about it, why is the Buddha's mother also a mother? If I scold her, isn't that invincible?"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Jiu Ru walked out of the scripture hall, Wan Dao said, "Buddhist, I have obtained the Holy Majesty's handbook, can I take Mr. Rong down the mountain now?"

Zhaoran thought to himself, no wonder Wantong didn't come up until ten days later, maybe he was busy with the contests of all parties, and thought of him when he had no choice, causing him to drink gruel for ten days in vain.

Jiu Ru said: "If he is willing to go down the mountain, of course he can go down."

Zhaoran leaned over and said, "Jiu Ru, why don't you come down the mountain with me, let's go and watch the excitement."

Jiu Ru turned to look at him and said, "I'm not a lively person."

Zhaoran clicked his tongue twice in his heart, and said in his mouth: "Even if you don't watch the excitement, Lianfang is a stranger, this should be under the control of the National Teacher Tower. This matter cannot be taken lightly."

Jiu Ruo really said: "Then I will act according to the opportunity."

Zhao Ran suppressed a smile and said, "Then I'll wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

"Yeah." Jiu Ru replied.

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After leaving the gate of the temple, he found out that Wantong had asked someone to prepare a soft chair, and he couldn't help being overjoyed: "Master Wan is really Xiaosheng's confidant."

"I don't dare to take the credit. I know someone else." Wantong smiled and pointed to the distance, only to see Aning holding a bag of things in his hand and waving at him at the bottom of the steps.

After Zhao Ran's soft chair approached, Ah Ning handed him the things in his hands. It turned out to be two steamed buns stuffed with duck meat, and another bag was a piece of stewed elbow. She thought it was because of this. Two packs of things, so I had to wait halfway.

"A-Ning, you are really my master's treasure!" Zhao Ran ate two big steamed buns in one go, half a bag of braised pig's feet, and then he seemed to come back to life.

Wantong asked at this time: "I heard that you said outside the door that the mother of the Buddha passed on the secret of the Ascension Talisman to you, but is it true?"

"She didn't even tell her about her girlfriend, how could she tell me?"

Wantong seemed a little disappointed: "So you don't know what's going on with the Immortal Ascension Talisman."

Zhao Ran licked his oily fingers: "That's not exactly the case."