Being a ghost and having multiple personalities

Zhang Lingyue stood there for a long time and couldn't regain his senses. What was the scene just now?

He lowered his head and looked at the red lantern in his hand. It was obviously not easy as usual. Could it be the reason for this thing?

If you don't want to go any further, it should be Ji Ziyu's family, but Zhang Lingyue doesn't dare to take a step forward, what if you encounter the same thing as before?

When Zhang Lingyue was hesitating, a ringing bell suddenly made his nerves tense again.

But the bell rang only once, and Zhang Lingyue listened to it, but there was no more.

At this moment, footsteps appeared in front of him. Zhang Lingyue looked forward vigilantly. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a figure gradually became clear.

After seeing it clearly, Zhang Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief, because the person in front of him was none other than Zhang Geng.

Zhang Geng seemed to have woken up from the wine. He was startled when he saw Zhang Lingyue, and said, "Lingyue, what are you doing out so late?"

Zhang Lingyue exhaled, "The servant said you came out, so I came to look for you."

Zhang Geng said, "Well, let's go home!"

On the way back, Zhang Geng noticed the lantern in Zhang Lingyue's hand, and said, "This lantern is so delicate, is this the one he gave you?"

Zhang Lingyue's hand holding the light pole tightened slightly, "Yeah!"

Zhang Geng nodded, "It seems that I haven't seen him for a while."

"You still miss him?" Zhang Lingyue said, "It's best not to come!"

Zhang Geng smiled and said nothing.

Zhang Lingyue recalled the experience just now, if he said that he was not afraid, it would be a lie, but after being frightened, his mind was in a daze for a while, and now the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

He asked, "Brother."

Zhang Geng replied, "Huh?"

"Was the road to Ji Ziyu's house a narrow alley before?"

Zhang Geng shook his head, "No, at least not when I was a child, and I've never heard of it before, so I don't know much about it."

Zhang Lingyue said, "But just now, I entered an unfamiliar alley."

Zhang Geng's footsteps slowed down, and Zhang Lingyue said again, "The alley is gloomy and cold, and the people in the alley seem to be unable to see me!"

Zhang Geng thought for a while and said, "Is it an illusion?"

"Illusion?"

"Did you touch something unclean!"

The two of them looked down at the red lantern in Zhang Lingyue's hand together.

Zhang Lingyue said, "I also doubted..."

Zhang Geng held Zhang Lingyue's hand, lifted the lantern to look at it, and said with a frown, "It's a little different from ordinary lanterns, but I didn't notice any strangeness."

Zhang Lingyue asked again, "What is an illusion, and how did this illusion appear?"

After talking, they walked home, Zhang Lingyue followed Zhang Geng back to the room, and began to talk seriously.

Zhang Geng said, "The so-called illusion is naturally an illusion, illusory and magical..."

Zhang Lingyue nodded, and Zhang Geng continued, "There are two situations for the appearance of illusions. One is that a person fantasizes, and most of them are because the person is obsessed with a certain ideal state in his heart. Illusion. There is another kind created by others, have you ever heard the story of 'a scholar enters the painting and never leaves his soul'?"

Zhang Lingyue thought for a while and nodded. He had indeed heard this story before.

This story tells the story of a scholar and a painting...

A poor scholar makes a living by selling calligraphy and paintings. Although he is poor, he can live a decent life.

One evening, when he was packing unsold calligraphy and paintings on the ground and preparing to go home, an old Taoist suddenly stopped him and said that he would buy all his calligraphy and paintings, and the scholar was overjoyed.

But the old man had one condition, he first gave the scholar half of the money, and then took out a painting.

The painting was well rolled up and placed in a cloth bag. The old Taoist told the scholar to sell the painting every day, but remember not to take it out and open it.

The scholar was puzzled, how could he sell it without opening it?

The old Taoist went on to say that if another Taoist priest dressed similarly to him came to buy the painting, he would sell the painting to him, and he would pay the other half of the money when the time came.

The scholar agreed to the old man's conditions, but before leaving, the old man repeatedly emphasized that he must never take the painting out of the bag, let alone open it.

But the more he said this, the more curious the scholar became, and he couldn't wait to take out the painting and open it when he got home.

The scroll spread out little by little, and a portrait of a woman in misty rain appeared in front of the scholar.

At first, the scholar didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he just sighed with emotion for the exquisiteness of the painting, and put the painting aside casually.

But when he went to bed at night, the scholar could always hear someone calling him.

He opened his eyes, held the lamp to open the door, but suddenly found that the voice came from the table.

Only later did he discover that it was the woman in the painting who was calling him!

The scholar was a little scared at first, but the woman kept comforting him softly, and he gradually calmed down.

The woman said that she was originally a fairy in the painting, but she was sealed in the painting forever by the demons of the world, but she still has some relatives and friends in the world, they don't know her situation yet, but she can't go out and tell them, She asked the scholar to pass on a message to herself.

The scholar didn't believe what she said at first, and the woman should have expected it a long time ago, so she told the scholar that the rice jar in the kitchen of the scholar's home was full of rice.

The scholar went to look at the rice vat, and the rice vat that had bottomed out was indeed full of rice.

The woman asked the scholar to look up again, and saw a row of bacon hanging on the beam of the scholar's house. The scholar was overjoyed, thinking that he had really met a fairy, so he went to report to her friend as the woman said, but the woman said Too much, the scholar did not remember much.

The woman also said that it's not that she can't go out, but she can only go out with her soul, so she can only close her body with others, go to paint outsiders by herself, and paint outsiders to paint.

The scholar knew what she was implying, and felt a little reluctant, but the woman said that she could not go out for too long, if she didn't come back in half an hour, her soul would be dissipated, so the scholar agreed to her.

Half an hour later, the woman came back, but she said that the time she can be outside is too short, and some things have not been explained clearly, and she needs to borrow the student's body tomorrow.

The scholar agreed to her, and he never went out to sell paintings according to the old-fashioned words. He felt that after having this painting, this woman would always give him everything he wanted, which was much better than selling paintings.

This woman also went out for half an hour every day and came back, and the scholar gradually got used to this kind of half-dream and half-awake life.

Until one day, the woman used his body to go out and never came back. At first, he thought that the woman had encountered something outside and lost her soul, but he didn't know that the painting he was in now , is no longer a portrait of a woman, but a scholar...

A story is a story after all, there are many unreasonable places, but this story is a typical illusion!

Zhang Geng said, "The scene in the painting is an illusion, so some people can still come out after entering the illusion, such as you; but some people can never come out again, this scholar is like this."

Zhang Lingyue asked Zhang Lingyue again what kind of illusion he had gone to, and Zhang Lingyue told him in detail.

Zhang Lingyue immediately frowned and said, "Supposedly, you haven't been out much before, and you haven't encountered the incident you just mentioned, so what exactly created the illusion to pull you in?"

Zhang Lingyue shook his head, yawned, and said, "Well... I don't know, so I asked you, I'm going back to bed first, it's so late——"

After saying that, he stretched himself and went back.

When he was lying on the bed, he realized that Zhang Geng hadn't been told about the "Not Old Village" yet, but now that he has gone back to his room, let's talk about it tomorrow!

Just when Zhang Lingyue felt sleepy, another bell rang in his ear.

He opened his eyes and listened carefully, and there was another crisp ringtone!

At this time, he was completely sleepless, and his heart gradually became vigilant.I don't know what it is, but it followed me from the outside to the house!

Zhang Lingyue sat up and curled up on the bed, the voice seemed to revolve around him, which reminded him of the fear of being dominated by the evil sun bell when he was a child...

……

Before he was five years old, he would be taken to the family's ancestral hall every month. In front of all the memorial tablets of the deceased elders, an old man with a long beard would start to spin around him with a demon bell.

They said that a man has a lot of yang energy, and he might do bad things when he goes to the underworld, so they summoned a fierce god to intersect Zhang Lingyue's yang energy with him.

Zhang Lingyue didn't understand anything at that time, he just felt that the ringing of the bell made him sick, and seeing the people around him and the bearded old man reading something he didn't understand, he couldn't help but feel scared.

But whenever he cried out in fright, someone always covered his mouth, saying that he would offend the gods by doing so.

This is also an important reason why Zhang Lingyue didn't like ghosts and gods and didn't learn magic since he was a child.

……

At this time, Zhang Lingyue seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, he didn't dare to move, and let the bell ring around him.

Zhang Lingyue felt tense and heavy in his heart. This feeling was the same as when he first went to the underworld and saw the room full of human bones when he opened his eyes.

Ever since he came out of the underworld, strange things happened one after another. He was afraid of causing trouble to Zhang Geng, so he didn't even dare to tell him about those things.

He didn't even know what he lost because of that ridiculous fate...

He has never dared to really touch the things he likes. He is afraid that one day time will really fly by, and he will personally let down the surging heart at that time, and then personally destroy the original ecstasy...

So he can only endure it!

……

A strong force suddenly grabbed him, and he shivered in fright. Just as he reacted, he was about to scream and struggle, when a warm voice came from beside his ear,

"What are you shaking? It's useless!"

Although Zhang Lingyue said that he hated this person very much, he was extremely at ease knowing that he was by his side.

Zhang Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief, and pretended to be calm, "You... why are you here again... The sentence you told me last time was the sentence that it was too late, let me go with you, what's going on……"

Zhang Lingyue didn't know why he suddenly asked him so many questions, maybe this could calm down Cai's mood.

[The author has something to say]: I'm a little late today, sorry...

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