Fusheng Chronicle

dusk.There was a faint golden light on the mountain line, the sun was about to set, and a group of mourning men in white came up the trail in the suburbs.Crying was left along the road, and the grief made people cry.

Under the tall hats of filial piety, everyone looked gloomy and sluggish.Miao Yiyi was also in the funeral procession, she shouldn't have come here.But she knelt in front of the Miao Mansion for three days and three nights, begging her father to let her come together.

This farce, which was raging in the capital, ended in tragedy. No one expected that Miao Changfeng would be so infatuated that he would do such a thing as a ghost marriage.

The funeral procession of the Miao Mansion passed by, followed by the Zhou Mansion.Both families were exhausted by the incident, and finally agreed to bury the two together.

Under the simple mausoleum, there are buried two people who once made countless young girls fall in love with each other.Miao Yiyi couldn't help crying while thinking about the past.Her snow-white skirt was already messed up with filth, but she didn't notice it.

If, if my brother was really with that Mr. Zhou, it would be great.Wouldn't so many things happen, and my father wouldn't be impeached by the court officials, so that he would be demoted and exiled now.

As the night gradually deepened, all the people who had been invited to the funeral left.Occasionally, there were a few birdsong and the howling wind in the barren mountains and ridges, accompanied by the crying of the woman, which made people feel inexplicably desolate.

Miao Yiyi heard a sound of footsteps, which sounded a little creepy in such a night.She turned her head, under the candlelight, the man's enchanting and handsome face was expressionless.

The man was dressed in black, as if he was one with the night.His skin was translucently white, and his gestures exuded nobility and enchantment.He glanced at Miao Yiyi, and said calmly, "Are you the younger sister of that kid from the Miao family?"

Miao Yiyi said bluntly, "Who are you?"

The man walked to the grave, picked up a dead leaf that fell on the ground with his slender fingers, and put it on the candle to burn.The subtle voice was very clear in the silence at the moment. Looking at the names of the two on the tombstone, he rarely showed a trace of confusion: "My name is Ji Weiran."

Under the moonlight, the man looks like a ghost.He let out a long sigh, smoothed the folds of his robe, straightened up, and lamented softly, "You know, I am your wife."

Miao Yiyi didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Ji Weiran stopped talking.The curtain of the sky fell, and he walked alone on the muddy path in the suburbs, with a straight figure.He was probably maintaining a dignity that he didn't even understand, but he didn't know that things in this world were impermanent and unpredictable.

The man left behind with a sad soft voice, "Girl, it's late at night, you should go back early."

……

Three years later, the temple was destroyed in the city.

It just rained heavily, and the dilapidated temple was seriously leaking.The rain dripped down the straw slantingly, seemingly unobstructed.A few broken pots were placed on the mud floor, which had already been filled with water.

"Master! Master! Come out quickly, I'm destined!"

A bald-headed young man in green shirt happily stepped over the threshold of the ruined temple, his cuffs were still dripping with water.He tried his best to protect a cloth bag on his chest and rushed into the temple.

A middle-aged man in coarse linen was lying lazily on the straw. This position was the only place in the ruined temple that was not wet by rain.He had a straw hat hanging over his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Oh? Don't tell me it's steamed buns again." He reluctantly turned over.

The handsome young man opened the cloth bag, and a fragrant smell immediately permeated the entire ruined temple.Inside is a deliciously roasted chicken, crispy and delicious, charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

The man sat up at once, and the straw hat slid down, revealing an ordinary face.He was unshaven, and his dark face was barely masculine.

He looked at the boy with surprise and said, "Okay, Ah Gou, you have grown up, and you finally know how to honor me, master."

The boy cheerfully gave the whole chicken to the middle-aged man, and he nestled in the corner, gnawing on the cold and hard steamed buns.Although he wanted to eat it very much, but seeing the master eating so deliciously, he was satisfied.

"By the way, master, do you know that the little prince in the city has been making a fuss recently. I heard that he killed several men today, and it is said that they were all because they looked very similar to the young master of the Zhou family who died three years ago. "

The boy talked while chewing, his cheeks puffed up, he was silly, but he was kind of cute.The man couldn't help smiling when he saw him, broke off a big chicken leg and said to him, "Agou, don't just eat steamed buns, I'll give you a big chicken leg today as a teacher."

"Thank you, master!" The boy's eyes lit up, and when he grabbed the chicken leg, his saliva almost flowed down.

After eating a whole chicken, the man lay down on the pile of straw after drinking and eating, and began to tell his fortune with his fingers.After a while, he showed a strange expression: "Why did this happen? Where did Tonggu Jing go?"

The young man tilted his head and asked, "Master, is Tonggu Mirror the broken mirror you gave to the little prince?"

"No." The man frowned, "It's impossible for the Tongu mirror to disappear suddenly like this."

The boy said with a smile, "It's also possible that he was eaten by someone."

The man suddenly turned his head and asked the boy, "Do you believe that there are gods in this world?"

"Master, if you believe me, you will believe me!"

"Okay!" The man took a sip of the rice wine mixed with water, raised his head and laughed loudly: "The master told you that this ancient mirror was actually taken away by a god. Haha, I, the eight fortune-telling immortals, can also meet this Kind of a good thing."

"Good thing?" The boy couldn't understand.

The man said to the young man: "From now on, you can't be called Agou anymore. The master will give you a good name, Xu Yanbao!"

The boy showed a ignorant smile.As a teenager, he naturally didn't understand that all the vicissitudes of the situation started from this.All reincarnation is nothing but a cycle without beginning and end.

The author has something to say:

So tired, the author of Shuaibi didn't even write his homework.

(?ì_í?) Working hard to code words, I need my comfort.

Tang Dynasty