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A Yin limped back to the alley with her high heels and bare feet.

Wuqian was taken aback when she called her back. The aunt who was bright and beautiful when she went out had messy hair, cuffs were wrinkled in circles, the makeup on her face was dizzy, and a small piece of rouge was stuck on her mouth. side, looking at him, panting.

It's just a lovelorn, who has been tortured into this virtue.Wuqian put down the book calmly and said nothing.

Ayin stroked her hair, but the first sentence was in the tone of Xingshi's questioning: "Let me ask you, your Taishan Mansion is a grass-roots team, isn't it?"

how you said that?Wuqian is puzzled.

A Yin slumped on the stool, his breath was still not going well: "You said before that the government stipulates the birth date and death order, so so many ghosts wandering in the world, delaying the time of reincarnation, why don't you care about it?"

Wu Qian was stunned, and shook his head: "Do you know that Lord Taishan is in charge of the souls of people, as well as the souls of gods and beasts?"

"So what?" A Yin stroked his chest.

Wuqian put it as plainly as possible: "There is a lot of power."

A Yin rolled his eyes: "Do I want to listen to your boast?"

Wuqian shook his head: "Because of the excessive power, in order to balance the three realms, the inter-government registration places more emphasis on restricting people's death orders. Mulan, on the other hand, is reported to Chaos by the government lord, and it takes 100 years for a person to be naturalized and incorporated into Huangquan."

A Yin was aroused interest, put aside the question just now: "Then..."

Wu Qian couldn't bear to dampen the light in her eyes, and said very euphemistically: "Mulan has made great achievements in battle."

And he also has antecedents, but he is not used to boasting.

"Oh." Ayin languished, raised his chin to signal him to continue.

"Thus, if mortals have various obsessions or reasons to wander around the world and do not enter the Taishan Mansion, the government's control over these wandering souls will be more lenient."

It turns out that entering Taishan Mansion cannot be advanced, but there is room for delay.Ayin understood: "Strictly enter and leniently exit."

Her thoughts came alive again: "What's the difference between being a ghost and being a human in the world, is it uncomfortable?"

Wu Qian made her a cup of tea: "Being a ghost is supported by obsession. If the obsession weakens and you still don't reincarnate, you will gradually lose your five senses, become a wandering spirit, and finally disappear."

A Yin let out a "hiss" and shivered.

"Secondly, after the ghosts who have delayed entering the mansion return to Mount Tai, they will be convicted by the judge, and they will enter reincarnation after being punished."

"Thirdly, when such ghosts reincarnate, the human gods will rewrite their life, old age, sickness and death in the government records, and usually... the writing will be worse."

A Yin picked up the tea cover: "It's quite grudge."

God is also lazy. If the original order is disturbed, a biography needs to be compiled separately, and some extra energy will be spent, so naturally the kindness will not be expressed.

Ayin paused for two or three seconds, her face turned pale. In this way, the first half of her life was terrible. Could it be because she cried for three days by the Naihe Bridge?

Seeing that she held up the tea for a long while, but didn't drink it when she wanted to drink it, Wuqian asked her, "It's very good, why do you ask this?"

It seems that he wants to become a ghost for Master Yan Luo, or he wants to stay in the world as a ghost for Master Yan after he dies.I don't know if he understood the meaning.

Only then did A Yin take a sip of her head and said to him: "I have a good friend—the A Ping I mentioned. He has become a ghost, but he doesn't know it. I'm afraid he will delay the time of reincarnation. I want to entrust you." Go find it."

He said it was a request, but his words didn't look like he was begging at all. His legs were crossed and his eyes were downcast, with a lot of preoccupations.

The five money was accepted, and he said, "I'm going out now."

Wuqian searched for Aping for three whole days, but he never appeared on that street again, and he didn't know if he had listened to Ayin's words and set off to find the legendary Taishan Mansion.Ayin was a little annoyed, and said that he shouldn't have shouted that sentence to him, because his memory is not good, in case he lost himself.Wuqian comforted her, saying that she would send a letter back to Taishan Mansion to transfer ghost messengers, and then use the bones left in Jinyun Mountain to track her down, and she would definitely be able to find them.

Only then did Ah Yin feel relieved, Wuqian was entrusted by someone, and he left early and returned late, and searched the surrounding area very hard.

It was a very sunny day, and even Nanshan Mountain was covered with a layer of golden light. Wuqian took a rest at the foot of the mountain and ordered a cup of tea as usual.After taking a sip, he found it tasteless, so he put it aside, asked Xiaoer to serve a pot of water, and then quietly looked at the rough people sitting around.

They panted for the turbid heat, put one foot on the bench, and while spitting, they grabbed the tea bowl and took a sip.

He thought of the past, when tea was very expensive, and officials used tea to compete for wealth, who would have thought that now they would fly into the homes of ordinary people, and tea shops would open at the foot of remote mountains, and the guests could be porters or nuns.

The tea at that time was still boiled.

There was a commotion at the next table, he looked back and saw the individual guest showing a suspicious look, and Xiao Er bent over with hot water to make amends, looked around, but did not stop his eyes on Wu Qian for a second.

Wuqian raised his voice and said, "I called you."

Xiao Er met his face, blinked twice, said "Oh", put the kettle on with a smile, and filled a glass graciously.

Wuqian was not very thirsty, so he put the silver dollar on the table and got up to leave.Several nuns came from the mountain, carrying the aroma of wintersweet and saponins, and passed him by.

Wu Qian paused, looked up at the nunnery halfway up the mountain, and walked up.

The peach blossoms were in full bloom, like a gouache painting, covering the vermilion-walled nunnery. Wu Qianxin walked in, looked at the merit wall carved on the stone wall with his hands behind his back, and stood outside the threshold to look at the believers who paid homage to the golden body.

Although A Ping didn't know that he was a ghost, but out of instinct, he probably wouldn't come to this mountain nunnery, so he just glanced casually and turned his head to leave.

Seeing a little nun carrying water, she was obviously taken aback. The pole slid off her shoulders, and the wooden barrel hit the ground, splashing a few drops of water onto her white-washed robe.

She raised her eyes to look at Wuqian, and the ancient bronze bell outside the nunnery was hit hard, hum——I am Wuqian.

I was not originally called Wuqian, I was originally a general.

I was born in a clan, and I used to have an unforgettable face.

Because my appearance was too feminine and lacking in dignity, I put on a mask with green face and fangs, and my military exploits shined brightly, making me famous for a while.

After the soul returned to Mount Tai, I was favored by Lingheng, the Lord of Mount Tai, and I joined the Soul Ce Army as the commander. At that time, my deputy was Mulan.

More than a hundred years later, Wu Zhou Dynasty Tang Dynasty, yin and yang reverse order, and monsters appeared in Luoyang, the capital of gods, eating souls and demolishing ghosts. The ordinary ghost messenger followed Lord Futi.

In another 300 years, I met her again, and she was the embroiderer I mentioned.

Her dimples have not changed, her timidity has not changed, and her undisguised shock at my appearance has not changed.

Both of her parents died, she lived alone in Kaifeng Mansion, and was always bullied by her aunt.I wanted to make up for the mistakes of my previous life, so I often helped her a little bit. At first she gave me a pair of shoe soles, and later, she embroidered a pair of mandarin ducks for me.

The story that follows is the same as that of me and A Yin. She committed suicide by drinking poison for me, and was sentenced to wear out her love, hatred, hatred, and ignorance, and I lost that unforgettable face.

I never heard from her again.

The sun is particularly good today, and I saw a girl.She was wearing a dusty robe and a nun's hat on her bare head. She was still timid, and she was so frightened that she couldn't know what to do when she turned her head. She pursed her mouth and revealed a dimple on the side.

Seeing me staring at her in a daze, she boldly came up to me and asked me, "Did the benefactor ask for a signature?"

"No." I said.

She lowered her head, raised it again, wondered if it was rare to see a man, she was a little nervous in her actions, she asked again: "Come to fulfill your wish?"

"If you haven't made a wish, there's no way to repay it."

She pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "The wishing tree behind our nunnery is the most effective. If the benefactor wants to make a wish, he can ask a piece of red paper in the ear room, write a devotional book, and then hang it on the tree. gone."

I looked at her and said, "Thank you."

She smiled frankly, bowed her head and recited a sentence of Buddha, without any worldly fireworks, without any love or hatred.

She turned around and put on the pole, passed me through the moon gate, and disappeared into the path in the backyard.

I seemed to have made a wish that day and hung it on the wishing tree she mentioned.

My wish is very short, beginning with her name, Qian Wuniang.

The signature is: Chang Gong.