Yan ghost

The Xiangshi path leads from the foot of the mountain to the Qihua Temple on the mountain.Every year from the Flower Dynasty to the Dragon Boat Festival, a large number of pilgrims come from around Gyeonggi.It is not the incense season now, and there are not many tourists, they are all good men and women.Occasionally, there are a few Yanshi on the road, carrying their beautiful dolls, like accessories like a BMW horse.Xiang Yan stayed at the border and Yanfang for so long that he almost forgot this feeling.

Every few steps on this road, you can see a place where you can pray, there are bells for official career, there are frog gods licking their belly, and peach blossom trees with red strings for marriage.

The two came to the middle of the mountain, and saw an abandoned machine under the shade of a tree, with mottled red paint, half the height of a person.The machine looks a bit like Ruan and Liuqin, with two eyes, one mouth, and a smiling face.

More than ten years ago, there was a severe drought in Chilan, and there was no harvest.Even during the incense season, the pilgrims are cut off.The monks in the temple were depressed, so they came to ask Yan for help in attracting pilgrims.Xiang Yan set up this prayer machine on the mountainside, saying that he would not compete with the Buddha on the top of the mountain for incense money, and sure enough, he attracted many curious pilgrims.The pilgrims stopped and swam up the mountainside, made a wish, and didn't want to give up halfway. They would climb to the top and look far away to worship Buddha, which finally solved the urgent need of the temple.

At this time, a sedan chair stopped in front of the prayer machine.

Xiang Yan asked: "The person sitting in the sedan chair is the person who got off the boat just now?" Shi Ting said: "The sedan chairs rented along this route are all similar, so it's impossible to say who owns it."

The attendant said a few words to the person in the sedan chair, and then came to the prayer machine and threw a piece of silver.The person in the sedan chair did not show his face from the beginning to the end.Xiang Yan muttered: "Since it's a prayer, you should get off the sedan chair yourself. It's not sincere."

But who would have thought that the entourage was even more excessive. After putting in the money, he got up and kicked the prayer machine twice.Xiang Yan couldn't help but stepped forward.Shi Ting stopped and said, "Don't be troublesome." It was already too late when the words came out.

Xiang Yan hugged the prayer machine tightly and asked, "Why did you kick it?"

"Old Antique, he refused to give out the amulet, and ate our son's money for nothing."

Xiang Yan squatted down to check: "It's just that the mechanism is stuck, just fix it." Shi Ting also said to his followers: "The people who were waiting to use this prayer machine all lined up at the bottom of the mountain, but now you kick it with your feet. .”

Xiang Yan took off the sword at his waist, pried open the prayer machine, and saw that it was full of silver, and was shocked: It has been a long time since no one took care of it, and no monks came to collect money for incense.

"Here, return it to your son." Xiang Yan handed the money to the attendant.The attendant shook his head with his hands behind his back and said, "No, you should cultivate first." After saying that, he stepped back and looked at him silently.

Xiang Yan rolled up his sleeves, sat on the ground, and devoted himself to repairing.The midday sun almost baked holes in his back.

Finally, the prayer machine was repaired.Xiang Yan put his wrist into one eye of the smiling face, and the machine made a series of crisp sounds.He slowly took out his hand, and tied a crabapple-colored talisman on his wrist.

Shi Ting said happily: "It's just a peace talisman." The prayer function can make all kinds of wishes, and the styles and colors of the talismans are different according to the type of wish.

Xiang Yan took off the amulet and turned to look for his followers, only to find that the sedan chair had just left.He got up and chased after two steps, and shouted, but the attendants didn't look back.

Xiang Yan said: "This person is too strange, I don't accept money, and I don't want amulets." Shi Ting said: "There is a way to go up and down the mountain. If we meet again later, I can give it to him." Squat back in front of the prayer machine and take out the purse.

Seeing this, Xiang Yan said coyly: "This trip was in a hurry, and I didn't expect to pay for the materials for repairing the doll, and I ate and drank a lot last night..." Shi Ting understood what he meant, stopped his movements, and said nothing. throat.He stroked the switch, as if he really wanted it.

Xiang Yan moved his finger away and found that his fingertips were touching the marriage talisman, so he said kindly, "Our Highness wishes to come true, good luck without praying."

Shi Ting sighed, patted the wishing machine and said, "It's a pity the master doesn't allow it."

Then the two came to the top of the mountain, overlooking the capital.

"Ah, it's Prince Huai's Mansion! Our house should be nearby." Xiang Yan leaned forward to search, but Xiang's house occupied too little land and found nothing.

He sighed, and said: "The capital has really not changed a bit in these years." Back then, when the Mujia was rising, he still swore that he would transform Chilan Shenjing.

Shi Ting raised his eyebrows and said, "Hasn't it been less than a year since you left the capital?" Xiang Yan didn't know how to respond, so he quickly changed his words and asked, "What is that place doing, it looks so lively."

But seeing a large arena was set up in the city, several streets around the arena were covered with wooden armor, and the crowds of onlookers were like mountains and seas.

"That's the selection of the Yujia Festival." The people on the side said, "My little brother is from another place. On the day of the Yujia Festival, the best wooden armors of the year will be burned, so a hundred wooden armors must be selected from the registered wooden armors from all over the country. We have been fighting in the arena for more than half a month, and the Yujia Festival is coming up, and tomorrow will be the final match."

"They're all top-quality wooden armor, it's a pity to burn them." Xiang Yan said.

"Those Yan masters don't think it's a pity." The person on the side shook his head and said, "There are two theories about the burning party. One is that the disciples and grandchildren want the founder of the mountain to look at the works that the founder of the mountain gave to him, so that he can give some pointers later. Two. His disciples and grandchildren were afraid that after Xiang Yan’s death, because he could not make the wooden armor with his own hands, he would be jealous of future generations and cut off his talent, so they burned wooden armor for him to play in the ground as a comfort.”

Xiang Yan burst into a smile.He wanted to stay for a while longer, but Shi Ting put an end to this thought and said, "Pray to Buddha."

The two stepped into the hall, and Shi Ting immediately lost his soul.Xiang Yan asked: "Where is your Highness going?" Shi Ting said: "I will go to the side to avoid it." Xiang Yan was puzzled, and Shi Ting said again: "You want to tell me your wish?"

Xiang Yan giggled and said: "Then I'll exchange with His Highness when I'm done." But Shi Ting said: "No need."

Xiang Yan wondered: "Your Highness doesn't have a wish?" Shi Ting said: "Yes, it is. It's just that I have worshiped every year in the past, and I haven't seen it come true." He looked at the Buddha statue sitting in front of him, and said: "I don't dare now. I pray, I am afraid that the Buddha will hear it, and I will not let me fulfill my wish. Come and find me when you are well." After saying that, he floated to the roof beam and lay down.

After praying to Yan, he got up in his clothes.Suddenly, outside the temple, I saw the sedan chair again, and a young man walked out of the sedan chair.

Xiang Yan turned his head to look for Shi Ting, and saw that he was resting in a corner with his eyes closed, and it was not easy to yell to come down from the temple.Seeing the young master walking straight towards the meditation room, he was afraid of being lost, so he lifted up the corner of his clothes and chased after him alone.

The young man was not walking fast, he stopped for a few steps, passed through the release pool, stepped into a winding path leading to a secluded place, and suddenly disappeared.Looking around for Yan Yan, he turned a corner by chance, and heard someone talking not far away, and besides the voice, there was the sound of tea making.

"This tea is really bitter." The young man laughed and coughed twice.

"The benefactor is restless. After drinking the bitter tea, he will not feel the pain in his heart."

"Zen Master has a heart." The young master took another sip and said, "Yanfang was able to rise from the ruins after the war, which shows the power of Yanshu. The country where Yanshu originated from Chilan, not only cannot make good use of it, but also because of this Restricted by Yanfang. It makes people wake up every night, tossing and turning hard to sleep."

"After the war in Yanfang, the classes were subverted. Takagi was the top, Yanshi was next, and the rest were at the bottom. Those in power were also selected from Mujia and Yanshi. I Chilan advocates putting people first, and the king is People, ministers of power are people, and if wooden armor is allowed to revive, it is inevitable to repeat the same mistakes."

"What if the wooden armor is no longer ruled by man, but the two are equal?"

"How many dolls did the benefactor see when he came from this small road in Xiangshi?"

"There should be a few. I'm not Yanshi, so I can't tell the difference."

"Does the benefactor know how many people were there in the streets and alleys when the Soul Armor Army invaded Kuifang?"

"It's empty, it's all hidden underground."

"The puppets in the capital carefully dress up to confuse the public, and the people of Kaifang try their best to hide from the soul armor army. The appearance has already revealed the difference between people and wooden armor. But the uniform appearance is only to achieve superficial equality. Where is the real equality? Shui Danfan has a high school If you are low, it will flow. If one side is stronger than the other, there must be injustice."

At this moment, a cat meowed from outside the wall.The young master said: "Cats and dogs have very different appearance and habits, but I have seen a kitten raised by a female dog, and when it grows up, it can still play with other puppies, regardless of each other."

The Zen master brewed tea and said: "Such a change requires painstaking efforts for a generation."

The young master kowtowed and replied, "I would like to be the shade for the people before planting the tree, and for the future generations."

The conversation ended, not even the sip of tea.Xiang Yan was Nahan, when he suddenly heard the rustling of leaves on a tree at the corner, he turned his head and ran away.

"Are you here to see Zen Master?" A familiar voice came from behind.

Xiang Yan turned his head tremblingly and said: "No, I'm looking for you, young master." He stepped forward to present the safety talisman and said: "Just now your entourage left without taking it."

The young master took it with a chuckle, and thanked him: "I thought that antique machine couldn't be repaired well."

Xiang Yan bowed his head and replied: "There is no way that the mechanism wooden armor can't be repaired."

"I once had a dear friend who used to say the same thing."

"Haha, Yanshi sees the same thing."

The young master approached and said: "This peace talisman is exactly what he asked for. Since you are also Yanshi, please keep it." He stretched out his hand to offer it, but Xiang Yan hesitated to accept it.

The young master said softly and pitifully: "He died because of me, and he never wants to see me again. I can't give this to him, and it's useless to keep it."

Xiang Yan moved his hand, turned away from behind, and said calmly: "People cannot be resurrected after death. You are just asking for self-comfort, so why bother. Farewell."

The young master held the talisman, but didn't take back his hand, and stood there for a long time.

Xiang Yan ran back to the hall in a panic.Shi Ting floated back and asked: "Where did you go alone?" Xiang Yan said: "I saw that there was another Buddha behind, so we worshiped together. It's getting late, let's go down the mountain." Shi Ting asked: "Not waiting Is it sunset?" Xiang Yan said, "The sunset is better under the mountain."

The two of them listened to the night play and ate supper, and they didn't return until the third watch.When he came back, he saw that the door of Xiang's house was closed for some reason, Shi Ting asked: "Did you forget to close it when you went out today?" Xiang Yan said: "I closed it, Xiao Yu must have done it."

Just as they were about to go forward, they found two more people coming, and immediately turned around and pretended to be passers-by, looking at them from the corner of their eyes.

One person said: "I heard that there was a noise in the house last night, and later even the palace sent people to check."

Another person said: "The Yujia Festival is coming, is it true that the Patriarch has returned from the underworld?"

The visitor went in after speaking.Xiang Yan and the others quietly moved to the door, and heard the bubbling inside, looked through the crack of the door, and saw that incense was overflowing.

Xiang Yan said: "This group of people burn incense and worship Buddha instead of going to the temple, what are they doing in my abandoned house?" They saw that there were many people inside, so they went in too, but they didn't see Xiang Yu and the others, they presumably hid.

Shi Ting pretended to worship, knelt aside, and eavesdropped on the few people around him making wishes.

"Grandpa blesses me with success in defending the competition tomorrow."

"Watching the battle for half a month, I just wait for tomorrow's showdown with the strongest wooden armor, please help me to win the battle."

"The disciple has improved the wooden armor seven times, tomorrow will be the last fight, I hope the patriarch will bless you."

Shi Ting said with a smile: "During the Yujia Festival, your family may have to keep burning incense." Xiang Yan said: "It's really annoying." Shi Ting was alert and said: "Don't mess around." From the soul.

The soul floats in the air.Those who were kneeling immediately recognized Xiang Yan, and they all worshiped, fearful and happy at the same time.Shi Ting got up and walked to the side, put his hands together, and found a pillar to lean against to watch the show.

"You brought a lot of candles and braziers." Xiang Yanfei came to him, flicked his wide sleeves, and extinguished all the fires.Suddenly his face darkened, and he said fiercely: "You all know that my house was burned!!!"

Seeing that Xiang Yan was furious, several people hurriedly kowtowed to apologize.Unexpectedly, after knocking and knocking, Xiang Yan took off his head.Several people cried for their father and mother, and ran away with their heads in their arms.Chasing Xiang Yan around, they were so frightened that they hugged each other in the corner and shivered.

Several people begged: "Patriarch, please forgive me. We just want to pass the competition tomorrow. I don't know that we have violated the taboo of our ancestors." Talent." Hearing this, several people yelled "Don't reject me", and you pushed me to the door and fled.

Xiang Yan said from behind: "Take your things away too." When those people heard this, they turned back one after another and went to pick them up.Xiang Yan sneered, and said in a bluff, "Whoever leaves last will lose the ranking tomorrow." After speaking, several people yelled and ran out the door.

Xiang Yan turned his head triumphantly, seeing Shi Ting bowed his hands behind his back to look at something on the ground, and floated slowly to lean on his shoulder.

Xiang Yan asked: "What did someone leave behind?" Shi Ting held up two purses and said, "It seems to be for you."

Sure enough, it read: The patriarch personally opened it.

Fuhun Xiangyan pinched the purse, wondering, "Why is it empty inside?" He suddenly thought of something, put a purse in his hand and measured it, it was just half an arm's length.He turned his purse over and confirmed the handwriting again, and his face turned pale.

"It's from Yuyin."