818 The dead face control who slept with me

04-There is a person in my heart

The night is long, Daoist Jin likes to look at the moon when he has nothing to do, and he often forgets the time when he looks at it.I don't know where this hobby came from, it's probably innate, but I can't tell.He has a pair of very clear and deep phoenix eyes, and the bright moon and the sky are reflected in the stars, as if another mottled and gorgeous world has been condensed, stretching as far as the eye can see.

There are various kinds of flowers and plants in a small courtyard, and there are two sweet-scented osmanthus trees. Daoist Jin was quite absorbed when he looked at the moon, and even his usually cold expression became gentle, which was almost suspicious. He saw It's not the nine nights and full moon, but the lover's face.

However, Daoist Jin does not seem to have a lover. Although everyone in Yanshan County does not like Daoist Jin, it is very lonely when it comes to the love of children.If someone asks, how is Daoist Jin?Someone will give a thumbs up and praise, yes, he is really a good person.But if someone asks, sister (daughter), what do you think of Daoist Jin?The daughter's family often thinks for a while, and then says, it's good, but it's not like a living person, it's too deserted.

Daoist Jin is such a person, from a distance, he looks graceful, he treats everyone well, even if he has a cold face every day, he is also very easy to talk, no one in Yanshan County has ever received his kindness.When you want to get closer, you will feel that although you are easy to get along with, it always seems to be separated by something, as if you are very unfamiliar.

The relationship between children and Daoist Jin is like the distance between the sky and the earth that never intersects. For such a person, girls who understand better will no longer have any fantasies in their hearts.Even if there will be those who are not clear about the ailments, but when they really come to Daoist Jin, they only need to look at him, and then they will bow their heads and be speechless.

It's hard to imagine that such a Taoist priest would look at the moon with tenderness and tenderness, with eggs standing at his feet, one person and one egg, watching the moon in a trance, not disturbed by external objects, and concentrating on it.

After a long time, Daoist Jin bent down to fish the egg into his arms, then turned around and walked slowly towards the house. When he reached the door, he looked back at the sky, then closed his eyes, and sighed a long time With a sound, the palm of my hand stroked the egg shell, hugging the egg even tighter.Dan was nestled in his arms very quietly, not moving, and pressed against his chest quietly.

"If..." Daoist Jin said suddenly, as if realizing something, he smiled self-deprecatingly, flicked his fingers lightly on the eggshell, and continued: "I'm thinking too much."

The egg nestled in his arms didn't react at all, and it couldn't give much reaction at all. It was just an egg, although it could bounce, roll and sink into the water, and it would bubble, but it was just an egg after all. Really can't do much.

Daoist Jin lay down on the bed with the egg in his arms, and started talking to himself one after another, maybe not talking to himself, but now there is no other person in this room besides him?Could it be that he really told an egg?That's really...inexplicably funny, but also inexplicably sad.

The bright moon was shining in the clear sky, and the insects were chirping in the grass. Daoist Jin was not sleepy at all. He was a rare chatterbox, saying whatever he thought of, talking here and there, and the topics were all over the place. Datang Guojing ran several laps, as if there was no point at all, it was just gossip.It is rare for him to do this, at least since he had eggs, this is the first time, if someone listens to the corner, I am afraid the other party will be very surprised.

Ever since the monsters from Fuyun Mountain came to Hu Chihai to drink that day, Daoist Jin ate steamed buns with pickles for half a month. Fortunately, eggs don’t need to be eaten, otherwise the eggshells would be stained. If the pickles are on the color, it is really miserable.Therefore, it is impossible for Daoist Jin to have had wine during dinner, so it is not considered to be drunk and drunk.

Daoist Jin’s chat started to get out of hand from the "if". At first, he was telling a story, about a certain sect's story of subduing demons and eliminating demons.

Let's say forty years ago, in a small village in the Tang Dynasty, people's livelihood was stable by mountains and rivers. Only one day, a woodcutter did not return overnight, and his family members reported it to the government in a hurry.Many cases of missing persons like this are reported every year in the Tang Dynasty. No matter men, women or children, some of them can be found, while others are never heard from again.If this is really an ordinary missing case, perhaps it is a blessing.

The whereabouts of this lost woodcutter were naturally unknown. The government sent people to search for it for two days, but there was no trace. A few days later, someone disappeared again in the village.In this way one after another, seven people lost in a small village in less than a month, which is very abnormal.

This matter was quickly reported by the county government, and the case was entrusted to the prestigious Xuanxiu sect through the Shangguan. Since manpower was no longer available, there might be a glimmer of hope in another way.That sect quickly sent people over, a couple who came, leading a dozen or so disciples under the sect, who had already detected the evil spirit before they entered the village.

Daoist Jin's description of the process of catching monsters was very vague, he seemed to have never personally experienced it, and he didn't know every bit of it in detail, but he seemed to read it from some book, and brought it with him in a few words.It turned out that there was a tree demon hidden in the back mountain of that village, and those who disappeared were all sucked up by this monster's belt and bone, so there was no trace of them.

After this story was told, Daoist Jin told the second one, but this one was shorter than the previous one, with no beginning or end.It was as if he regretted it after mentioning a few words at the beginning, couldn't continue, and wanted to divert the conversation, so he mentioned a few sentences messily and then changed the subject.It’s still a couple getting rid of demons, it’s still 40 years ago, but there is no ending, and no one knows what happened in the end.

The third story is much more complete than the previous two. The story happened 30 years ago in Honghe Village.This story sounds very familiar, as if it has been heard somewhere, but it is not exactly the same, and there are many discrepancies.Daoist Jin is not a storyteller. His stories are far less exciting than those who performed shadow puppetry in the teahouse. He can't even pronounce words clearly. If Daoist Jin tells a book, he will be disgusted by others .

At the end of the story, many people died, and many demons died. Daoist Jin lay on the bed with his eyes closed, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, as if he had cried, but there were no tears.Dan remained motionless in his long-standing posture, feeling the warmth from Daoist Jin's palm and an imperceptible tremor.

After a long time, Dan was already drowsy, and in a daze, he vaguely heard Daoist Jin seemed to say a name, and then said something, as if in a dream.

-----to be continued-----