Grandpa is such a bunny

Tubo smacked his lips, "I didn't expect it to be willing to let me see it." There is still some use for a good-looking rabbit.

Hearing his words, Qian Fan gave him a complicated look.

What I want him to see is not the water ghost, but the spell I cast.

Qian Fan didn't know how to explain this, and Zhao Jing, the water ghost, ignored him at all, so this misunderstanding made Master Tu pretend to be affectionate and beautiful for a while, and he really thought that the water ghost had a good impression of him.

Both the man and the ghost were arrested, and the final mastermind could not escape. With a wave of his hand, Tubo led people to clean up the bones stirred up by the water grass on the river bank. They were all unlucky people who had drowned in the river in the early years and were not picked up. , the bones were exposed, and since they saw it, they couldn't just ignore it and find a grave to bury together.

As soon as the rain stopped, the common people on the river bank poked their heads out of the doors and windows one after another. Fortunately, Zhao Jing didn't show up to be scary, so Du Yun took advantage of the situation and pushed all the strange things that happened to Yang Wenyan, saying that he was pretending to be a ghost, and it was all his tricks to confuse people's hearts. Son, where there are ghosts in the world, go live with peace of mind.

The sky was still dim, not lit up, Tubo held Yang Wenyan, Qianfan controlled Zhao Jing, and sent one person and one ghost to the prison for interrogation overnight. Finally, the cloud sees the moon.

Youzhou King Zhao's conferment of land is false, and the deception of the Sacred Heart is true. He openly bowed his knees to the emperor to reward the land, and secretly colluded with other vassal kings to plot rebellion, planning to attack the imperial capital in one fell swoop.During the conspiracy, Yang Zhang, the father of Yang Wenyan, accidentally smashed through it. Yang Zhang, who has read poetry and books, is upright and upright. He is in charge of Youzhou.

Once such a crime of deceiving the emperor is committed, the whole world will surely be devastated.For one person's selfishness, the common people were displaced, ten houses and nine empty houses, how cruel, Yang Zhang advised many times, but the king of Zhao did not respond, so he was forced to think about it secretly, and planned to send a letter to the north and send it to Wangcheng.

On the day when the letter was written, Yang Wenyan had just been married for less than three months, and was called by Yang Zhang to kneel in front of the ancestor in the ancestral hall.

"There is one thing that my father knew not to do. In the future, if it wasn't for the daylight and the Qingming family, the whole family would be executed and the nine clans would be imprisoned. My father thinks he is worthy of the common people. He only brought down my son's youthful appearance and bears this hatred."

Yang Wenyan was still young, with delicate features, elegant and quiet features. Hearing this, his eyes were red, he grabbed the ground with his head, and knelt down, "I will never regret it."

Yang Wenyan accepted his father and knelt in the imperial hall all night when he remembered something.

At that time, his family was still the staff of King Zhao, and he was still able to enter and leave King Zhao's mansion. Yang Wenwen entered the backyard of the mansion, who didn't know what the future would be, with a sour and uneasy heart.

In the courtyard, a man swept the sword flowers all over the ground with a narrow silver sword in his hand. The wind blew his black hair into chaos. When he turned around, his starry eyes were bright and clear.

Seeing him, Zhao Jing snorted and retracted his sword.

Yang Wenyan watched from a distance, a razor rolled in his heart, he was so painful that he dared not breathe, and when his father's letter was delivered to God City, he and this person would surely die for the rest of their lives.Zhao Jing walked towards him. At this moment, Yang Wenyan's eyes were covered with mist, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were painful.

"You were the one who got married first, why are you more wronged than me?" Zhao Jing looked at his red eyes in surprise, "I plan to never talk to you again."

Yang Wenyan lowered his head and wiped the wet corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhao Jing's face, his lips pursed, "Ah Jing."

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Jing felt the grievance in his heart come out, and pouted, "Why did you get married? You can't say it. You promised me. Yang Wenyan, do you really want to marry her?"

On one side of the road ahead is your family's ruins, and on the other side is my entanglement with the nine clans. It doesn't matter if you are not sincere. Under his questioning voice, Yang Wenyan covered the thick veil with his eyes and rolled up the corners of his lips, "Sincerely. Ah Jing you Let's go, don't come back."

Zhao Jing's eyes were red, and his handsome brows were stained with blood-red anger, "You are married, you are free and happy, you want me to go? Yang Wenyan, I won't go, I want to see how you love me in front of me, I won't go , I won't leave!"

All he left him were the last four words.

Yang Zhang's letter did not fly out of Youzhou in the end, and was seen by Yang's father's servants, and he went directly to Zhao Wangye to file a complaint. The torture of skin and flesh lost half of my life.

Later, King Huaiyin didn't hold back, and rebelled against him. He was beheaded by the emperor, and he even searched the letters from his home that the vassal princes colluded with each other. Afraid that he would be exposed, Prince Zhao pushed everything on Yang Zhang, and compiled a A great crime of impostor.

Knowing the temperament of the Yang family, the jailer in the palace prison couldn't bear it, and secretly released Yang Zhang and Yang Wenyan, and asked them to run away.

There was a heavy rain in the dark sky of Weicheng. On the vast Weishui, Zhao Jing came after him with his pursuers. Before he understood how Uncle Yang would commit the crime of treason, the rockets all over the sky hit a small boat. The horse shouted, "Stop, don't hurt them! Who allowed you to shoot arrows!"

The boat wobbled on the river, which frightened Zhao Jing and caused several people to drown. Only then did the Yang family members be rescued before the boat submerged.

Yang Zhang is a traitor, and if the members of the Yang family rebel, it will bring trouble to the palace... All the things happened in an instant, and Zhao Jing's eyes were blackened. I wanted to take him back and ask his father, but who knows Seeing Prince Zhao stepping in the rain, his eyes were full of viciousness, anger, and gloom, and the corners of his lips were tense, and he let out a few words from under his wrinkled face, "Silence, leave no one behind."

Zhao Jing's eyes were wide open, before his brain could react, his body was already urging, and he shouted heart-piercingly, "Run, run!!!" He picked up Yang Zhang, and staggered with Yang Wenyan, who was carrying his wife Embarrassed and rushed into the rain.

They were old and disabled, and the new daughter-in-law still had a baby in her belly. It didn't take long for Prince Zhao to lead people to chase them.

Zhao Jing was obsessed with trickery since he was a child. He played disguises and even made Yang Wenyan's human skin mask to put it next to his body. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that before the pursuers arrived, he had acupuncture points on Yang Wenyan.

Yang Wenyan: "You... go!"

Zhao Jing lowered his head, picked off his clothes and put them on himself, and hid him in the thorns and mud by the side of the road. His face was covered with rain, trembling, reluctantly, and shouted, "I won't go, I won't leave!"

He hid the man well, and the Zhao family's pursuers also caught up in front of him.

Prince Zhao hated the Yang family so much, he ordered them to be tied up and immersed in a pig cage on the edge of the Wei River, and pulled a rope from the top to sink them heavily into the water, and then dragged them out again. With a sneer, he watched the Yang family's mouth and nose filled with mud, spitting water, struggling weakly under his eyes, suffocating, and finally drowning in front of his eyes.

In the swamp of thorn bushes, Yang Wenyan wept bitterly, watching his father, his daughter-in-law, and the only son who had killed his father paralyzed in the pig cage and turned into corpses.

The heavy rain in the Weishui River washed away the river and washed the corpse into the river. It was a day and a night. Yang Wenyan finally untied his acupuncture points and jumped into the river for three days without eating or drinking. Zhao Jing, who was cold, stiff, lifeless and gray, would never open his eyes to speak again.

And then, Zhao Jing didn't know whether it was because of the deep resentment in his heart or what, a strand of soul remained in the world and became a water ghost, entangled with Yang Wenyan for seven years.

And the two informants were He Qiang and Xu Benchang who fled to Luoan City seven years later. The emperor sent envoys to investigate and understand the matter. The two lied that they had night blindness and could not see at night. They only saw the boat plunged into the Weishui during the day , I didn't see Prince Zhao killing people at night.

The oil lamp in the dungeon jumped twice, dimly illuminating the surroundings in a strange way. The quiet scholar seven years ago is now completely unrecognizable, pale and gloomy, silent and lonely, wandering alone in the world like a lonely ghost. He finished his speech calmly After all this, I felt that my face was a little wet, and I reached out to touch it, and my face was already full of tears.

After calming down for a while, Du Yun said, "Your father has been wronged, and I want you to present your situation to the emperor, but you murder is an unforgivable crime, and I will deal with it according to the law. Can you admit it?"

Yang Wenyan didn't speak, but subconsciously cast his eyes on an empty and dark corner, facing away from the light, exuding a damp and cold atmosphere.

Tu Bo lazily leaned against the wall, eyes half-closed, folded his arms, thinking, "Zhao Jing has become a grudge because of resentment, what else can he not let go of? It's his father, King Zhao, and he still can't let go This person he saved?"

Tubo thought about it for a while, and always felt a little strange, an unspeakable awkwardness, so he said with a cold face and expressionless expression, "Kill to pay for life, debt to pay for money, there is no choice."

Living in this world, whoever has no grievances will live a happy life.

Qian Fan flicked the beads, and found that the man's neck protruding from the neckline outlined a beautiful arc under the dim light of the oil cup, and there was an invisible light in his eyes.

Zhao Jing is a ghost and is afraid of light, but he appears in places where there is light at night, and the river water where he was buried with his bones turned into a handful of cold blood, illuminating the places Xu Benchang and He Qiang saw in the middle of the night, so they can see clearly Did you see them struggling to suffocate and drowning in the tumbling Weishui River?

Before he died, He Qiang knew that it was Zhao Jing who died in the river. He dragged the cage in panic and fear, with mud in his mouth and nose, and shouted to the bones and water ghosts at the bottom of the river, "Little prince... the one who died at the beginning If it's not them, it's King Zhao!"

After a moment of silence, the white bones holding He Qiang's ankle suddenly sank heavily into the water. In this life, he was an unfilial son, sorry for his father, and in the next life he would be willing to be a cow or a horse, but now he only has that little obsession left.

Du Yun said word by word, "Yang Wenyan, I ask you, do you admit to the murder?"

If you admit it, you will pay with your life, and you will be wronged if you cut off your skin and head, but aren't those two children wronged? They have to pay a painful price for no reason.

On the day of the accident, Yang Wenyan was behind the noisy and crowded crowd, watching Xu Benchang weeping while hugging the bloody young corpse, and also saw He Qiang knelt on the ground to cover Xiaoshi's head, his hands were red, white and warm Brain, heart-piercing, life is worse than death.

He rubbed the black porcelain altar in his hand, his eyes were calm, when he was drowning in the cold Wei River, he couldn't even find the bodies of his father and his pregnant daughter-in-law.

Yang Wenyan didn't speak, he felt the cold breath crawling up his cheeks, lingering on his lips, he couldn't see Zhao Jing, so he didn't see how the water ghost caressed him with a stubborn and fascinated expression.

"deny…"

Tubo on the side made a slight bone dislocation sound with his fingers around his arms, his eyes sank slightly, thinking about the possibility of extorting a confession by hand, although this water ghost is a bit nicer, but Grandpa Tu is the kind of skinny the rabbit.

Yang Wenyan leaned against the damp wall of the dungeon in a state of embarrassment, a little blood soaked from the bandage around his neck, and his voice became sharper, "Don't you admit it? You let me live and continue to be entangled by you. I hate your father, and I want to be grateful for your life-saving grace." , suffer the torment that will never be forgotten!"

The water ghost was stunned, his pale face was full of gloom, he hadn't spoken for too long, he could no longer speak human words, and he repeated dryly, "No...recognize..., I...won't leave..."

Yang Wenyan showed a mocking smile.

His smile seemed to have touched the back scales of the water ghost. He was stuttering at first, but after repeating it several times to no avail, the original handsome face of the water ghost suddenly became hideous, and the white bones covered with blood and carrion poked from his face. come out.

Tubo finally understands what it means to "change your face if you say it", and it is faster than a woman's face. A stern and cold wind appeared out of nowhere in the dungeon, blowing the tables, benches and oil lamps against the wall, making a sound of shattering. With the sound of straw flying all over the ground, Du Yun sat on the grand teacher's chair and was overturned by the sudden wind.

"What the hell." Tubo was about to drag Yang Wenyan over as a hostage, but before he could do anything, his eyes were fascinated by the straw.

Is this ghost jealous of Grandpa Tu's piercing eyes?

The oil lamp was blown out, Tubo was wrapped around his waist by one hand in the dark, and immediately after that, the arrogant, gloomy and stern wind seemed to be cut off in the middle, just like when it came, it went without a trace.

Pfft, the oil lamp lit up by itself, Tubo squinted his eyes, and saw the face of the monk in front of him sinking like water, gently pressing one finger against the center of the white brow bone of the water ghost kneeling on the ground, twisting the hideous and terrifying things Easily controlled.

Tubo wanted to touch his chin very much, remembering the conversation that day.

Can you catch ghosts?

know a little.

Xiao Qinglian must be too modest, if he had such skills in catching ghosts, he would have already boasted to the sky.He changed his mind, with Xiao Qinglian by his side, he could still brag for years.

The water ghost was full of resentment, and if you get closer, you can feel the coldness penetrating into the bones. It was forced to kneel on the ground, with a hideous expression, most of its face has been exposed, bloodshot bones hang on the white bones, and the resentment is terrifying.

Yang Wenyan couldn't see it, and leaned against the wooden gate with the black porcelain altar in his arms, barely straightening his shoulders, with a sarcastic and indifferent expression. Tubo stood outside the prison, looked through the wooden gate, and saw him hiding in the black porcelain altar The back hand was trembling uncontrollably, "It's kind of interesting." Tubo thought to himself, "For revenge for killing my father, for saving my life, do you hate more or appreciate more?"

Thinking of this, Tubo suddenly asked, "How long can a ghost formed by obsession stay in the human world?"

Qian Fan raised his eyes to see his face clearly, inexplicably reminiscing about the thin curves of Tubo's waist, "Ten years recurs, and a hundred lives will not exceed life."

The human world is a place for strangers, so there is no room for grieving ghosts to gather, but anyone who has a little obsession to stay in the human world will always have to pay a price.

Listening to their questions and answers, Yang Wenyan in the prison didn't respond at all, and rubbed the black porcelain altar in his arms nervously. Tu Bai took a deep look at him, and then said, "Did you kill the person, or is this ghost possessed?" Complaints and complaints, but we must make it clear, after all, we, Lord Du, can only take care of the affairs of the world, not evil spirits and evil spirits."

When people kill people, they have to abide by the law and deal with it according to the laws of the world. If it is the crime of ghosts, they have no choice but to go to the Lord of the Underworld to find an explanation.

After Tubo finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to pull up Du Yun, who had just got up from the ground after squatting, turned around and sat down, leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, raised his legs, looked foolish, and looked fiercely. "Quickly tell me, Xiangxiang Xiaoshi, fake Taoist priest, He Qiang, which one of you killed him?"

The black porcelain altar is like a piece of cold ice that will never be warm. The more Yang Wenyan rubbed it, the colder he felt all over his body. He listened to Tubo's words, and slowly raised his head. Facing the invisible coldness in front of him, he said indifferently, "I don't think so. , you haunt me to death, and being tortured by you like this, I would rather die than live, I might as well admit it earlier and die sooner."

His voice had no ups and downs, and it made people feel chills. The ferocious water ghost in front of him stared blankly at him, his black and white eyeballs rolled, and stared at him without blinking. Tears-like blood slowly flowed down from the corner of his eyes, as if the ghost was really crying.

Blood and tears flowed silently, helpless, powerless.

"I…"

It still wants to repeat itself, Yang Wenyan is indifferent and doesn't start.

The water ghost said stubbornly and with difficulty, "No...recognize...I...will...go..."

"You...well...well...live"

Yang Wenyan was startled, then clenched his teeth tightly.

"You...well...well...live"

The bloodstains under Shui Gui's eyes flowed more and more, and soon spread all over his half-rotted handsome face. It 'clucked' and turned its neck to look at Qianfan.

"The murderer...is...I..."

"I killed them all..."

"He...was...wrong..."

"Please...accept me..."

Qianfan pointed to make a knot, and before walking over, he was held back by Tubo. He whispered, "What are you going to do?"

Thinking that he couldn't bear it, Qian Fan said, "The Buddha will cross the demons, but if you don't get rid of them, don't worry."

Tubo snorted, "I'm not worried about it, I'm afraid that doing something to it will hurt your merit."

Qianfan liked his lazy appearance very much, and wanted to reach out and touch his soft-looking hair, but held back, nodded slightly, lowered his head and read the scriptures, touched the water ghost, and he didn't know where to stop. A piece of red thread was slowly collected in the palm of the hand.

As the red knot in his palm was pulled back little by little, in Tubo's eyes, the handsome, pale, stubborn and vicious ghost followed the red thread into Qianfan's palm.

Before finally disappearing, it turned into the handsome and handsome young prince of the Zhao family seven years ago, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a sword in his backyard. When he turned around and saw the person coming, he said with a smile, "Yang Wenyan, I have finished practicing the sword!" , no one dares to bully you, whoever touches your finger, I will chop off his hand, and whoever says you are wrong, I will sew his mouth."

At that time, Yang Wenyan would patiently say, "Little prince, a king should not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Zhao Xiaowang pressed his shoulders and pressed him on the chair, "You are nagging like Uncle Yang, I know, as long as they don't bully you, I won't do anything."

The other end of the red thread hung down out of thin air, and the cold and damp smell in the dungeon slowly dissipated. The thin man hugged the black porcelain altar and stared closely at the red knotted thread in Qian Fan's hand. , his indifferent eyes that were as calm as stagnant water trembled, causing intense ripples.

He suddenly choked up and cried.

"Less than ten years, less than ten years, master, less than ten years. Less than ten years, he can still be reincarnated, right?"

Tubo answered for others, leaning forward, squinting his eyes, "Yes, let's be honest this time, Mr. Yang really thinks that a ghost can bear all the crimes for you, and we really don't pursue anything Bar."

Yang Wenyan cried hoarsely, and closed his eyes, "I know, I'm guilty, it's not that I didn't do anything."

The suddenly irritable horse of the coachman, the words of Mu Ji Taoist who bewitched Xu Benchang to kill Xiao Shitou, the tragic death of the fake Taoist priest with his limbs separated, and the weaving of the pig cage in which He Qiang was drowned... Zhao Jing is all for him.

Tubo stared at the black porcelain altar in Yang Wenyan's hand with dark eyes, and smiled thinly on his sharp lips, "Mr. Yang, how likely is it that a person can become a grieving ghost after death? It won't be like that." It just so happens that there is a lingering ghost beside you to avenge you."

Yang Wenyan fell silent, and looked at him, calm, gloomy, and indifferent.

Tubo smiled, revealing a sharp little canine tooth, and looked at him with the gaze of a wild beast, "The sudden death of Zhao Wang was not an accident, except you, who else knew that the person who died was Zhao?" As for Jing, who would have thought that the hateful prisoner who drowned himself was his own son? The repeated cuts and cuts made Prince Zhao miserable, and made He Qiang and Xu Benchang kill each other, suffering inwardly and regretting the past."

Yang Wenyan's dark eyes showed a slight sneer, "My father, my wife and children died for the people of the world."

"It's very impartial." Tubo folded his slender legs, leaned back on the back of the chair, tilted his head, and pressed his fingertips to his temples, "You are so mad at Prince Zhao, you killed the servant who slandered your father, and spoke rudely to you on the way The fake Taoist priests will not be let go, Yang Wenyan, I heard that your family has been a scholar for generations, you have read a lot of books, the Four Books and Five Classics, the Spring and Autumn Days, demons and monsters..."

Yang Wenyan's face changed slightly.

Tubo said, "Let me take a look at the black jar in your hand."

The blood on Yang Wenyan's face faded in an instant.

Tubo squinted his eyes, like a fox catching meat, he couldn't see the innocent and cute little white rabbit at all, "What else is there besides the ashes?"

He winked at Qianfan, the red knotted rope in the latter's hand flexed and shrank, and in the blink of an eye, he rolled the ice-cracked black porcelain altar into his hand.

Yang Wenyan's eyes cracked, "Give it back to me!!!"

"Thank you." Tubo winked at Qianfan, took the black porcelain altar, and untied the altar cover, a faint smell of rotten wood wafted out, and a yellow-bottomed sheet was buried in the fine sand-like dust. The spell of blood.

Zhao Jing didn't become a grieving ghost for no reason, everything was just a tool used by Yang Wenyan for revenge.

Tubo stood up and was about to speak, but his brows were furrowed suddenly. Sensing his strangeness, Qian Fan stepped forward and stretched out his hand. Tubo shook his head, pushed his hand away, straightened his neckline, and handed the ashes altar to Du Yun , turned his head, and said without a trace of emotion, "It's true that you killed the person who was sorry for you to avenge your revenge, but Mr. Yang, transfer the hatred to Zhao Xiaowang who died for you, and let him do it for you even if he is a ghost." Bear the charge, act like a victim, and let him die in peace, thinking that he is sorry for you after all... The most pitiful and innocent person is Young Lord Zhao."

And those two innocent kids.

"What do you think you understand, you haven't experienced it, you don't understand, you don't know!!!" Yang Wenyan suddenly yelled ferociously as if he had been poked into a hidden and dark wound in his heart.

Tubo shook his head, turned a deaf ear, put his roar behind his head, left the rest of the rotten sesame millet to Du Yun, and walked out of the dungeon by himself. In an instant, the wooden door shone brightly, and the snow-white sunlight fell on Tubo's face, making his face look a little pale and transparent.

"I've been through it, I understand." Tubo said silently in his heart.

He stepped out and leaned against the gray dungeon wall.

"Uncomfortable?" Qian Fan stood in front of him.

Tu Bai lowered his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, feeling a little empty for no reason, "Actually, Yang Wenyan is quite pitiful. Seeing the person he wanted to save die in front of his eyes, but he can't do anything, really, it's quite uncomfortable."

Qian Fan recited a Buddhist name to end this grievance that spanned seven years. From an innocent and ignorant young son, a loyal old minister with the world in his arms, a young man in his prime, to a cold skeleton that never sees the sun in the vast Wei River, the dead have all died. Yes, the living are like this.

Suddenly, Tubo stretched out his head and put it on Qianfan's solid shoulder, with his hands hanging aside, he said silently, "My head hurts."

Because of this sentence, the monk who practiced meditation in Bafengfujiu panicked and supported him, "Are you tired? Did you get hurt last night? What's wrong with you? The poor monk will take you to see a doctor..."

Du Yun, who came out from behind, happened to hear such a sentence, and shouted, "Ah? Headache, how painful, Old Tu, you hold on first, this officer will tell Xiaosun to buy wine..."

There is a row of blue weeping willows on the street in front of the dungeon. When the wind blows, the willow leaves move and rustle. Tubo listens to the wind blowing the leaves and the noisy inquiries, squinting his eyes and thinking, "I envy Yang Wenyan for what he did, to avenge his revenge, it doesn't seem to be a big deal, so be it, it's fine now."