unlucky ghost

Seeing that he was fussing about with a horse, Qin Qing couldn't stand it any longer, so she hurriedly pulled him back and said, "Little pigeon, don't fuss with a horse. This Qiyao horse is just like our master, seeing one and loving the other, as the saying goes Say what kind of master raises what kind of horse, and I will buy it for you when it grows taller tomorrow... Oops!"

Before Qin Qing finished speaking, he told the little pigeon to step on his feet, and jumped on the ground like a grasshopper hugging his toes.

The little pigeon glared at him viciously and said: "If you dare to say that I am short again, I will step on one of your toes and go to that wolf-hearted horse!" After saying that, he went inside without looking back.

Qin Qing jumped outside for a while, and scolded: "Little bastard, I don't like to say that you are short, and I am afraid that people will say that you are short..."

Tanxi leaned on the board of the gate and had fun for a while, then wobbled out of the gate and walked east.

Tanxi hasn't been out of Tanfu for a while, and now he is taking advantage of the beautiful sunset and wandering around the street.

But the setting sun was infinitely good, but it was almost dusk, and after less than an hour, the sky was completely dark.

When Tanxi was walking back, he saw a restaurant, and Tanxi, who was full of the aroma of wine, swallowed, feeling like a cat's paw scratching his heart.

Tan Xi stood there for a while, but couldn't resist the addiction to alcohol, so he simply slipped in with a flick of his sleeves, and went to a place in the back hall where no one was there to drink his fill.

In the middle of the night, the restaurant was about to close, so Tanxi came out of the building unsteadily, walked along the wall in a daze, and unknowingly came to the gate of the pagoda temple in the east of the city.

The pagoda temple was pitch black and there was no one there, and only a candle the size of a soybean grain was burning inside the gate, illuminating the face of the big-bellied Maitreya Buddha.

Incense was still burning at the feet of the Maitreya Buddha statue, neatly inserted into a large purple gold incense burner, and a monk was sitting upright beside the incense burner, knocking on the wooden fish at his feet, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand faintly glowed.

Tanxi was looking in, and glanced outside the door, and suddenly saw a figure, who was holding the door frame and looking inside.

Tanxi was so drunk that there was nowhere to go for alcohol madness, and he thought to himself, this man looks like a thief, he must have no good intentions, let me catch him today, is it a little thief doing evil under Buddha's feet The place?

Tanxi walked over and patted the man on the shoulder.

The man turned his head, frightening Tanxi sober.

Pointing at her face, Tan Xi said in surprise, joy and strangeness: "You you you..."

Seeing him, the female ghost hurriedly wiped the blood on her face with her sleeve, smiled at him, and said, "My lord, why is it you?"

Tan Xi just remembered that she has a name, "It's me, you are... Su Jin?"

Su Jin nodded, bowed her head in silence, still looking full of things on her mind.

Tanxi was almost sober, and she spoke more quickly, "Why is the girl here? Why does she still look preoccupied?"

Su Jin sighed, pulled him aside and asked, "After that day, did you find the way to Huangquan?"

It doesn't matter if you don't mention this matter, mentioning it makes Tanxi want to cry, it is really unbearable to look back on, so he changed the subject and said: "Let's not talk about my business, but you, since the resentment has disappeared, why do you still hang around?" In the mortal world, why not stir up troubles for no reason?"

Su Jin raised her finger to the temple gate and said, "It's not because of him."

Tanxi looked inside, and there was only a bald monk knocking on the wooden fish in a daze. It was very boring to meditate, "Could it be that monk?"

"En." Su Jin nodded, and said: "He has been reincarnated, and I have been searching for more than ten years to find him in this vast sea of ​​people..." As she spoke, tears fell on Tanxi On the hand, a wisp of green smoke evaporated like boiling water.

Tanxi hurriedly wiped it off with his sleeve, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the word "love" is really terrible, once you fall into it, you will not be able to escape from heaven or hell.It can be said that it is terrible, but there are so many idiots and resentful women in the world who are going to throw themselves into the net one after another, it is really unpredictable.

Su Jin said: "He has lived a very rough life. Although he has parents, the way of heaven is not smooth, and he cannot be raised. He was sent to the temple to become a monk early on. I don't know how long he will live without widows and widows?"

Tanxi just wanted to persuade her a few words, but when she heard the sound of the wooden fish in the temple, the monk said "Amitabha Buddha" slowly, and said quietly towards the door: "All the mirror images in the deep-rooted world are empty flowers and moons. If you are obsessed with calculations and troubles, if you can let go one day, you will let yourself die."

Tanxi sighed, not only letting her own life, but also letting the other party live.

Su Jin burst into tears when she heard the words, she held her face and said: "He still said the same thing, but in the end he still couldn't wish for it. If it's a dream come true, but I've never even had such a charming sight."

Tan Xi persuaded: "Why should you be so persistent, girl? He is a monk. If you are so persistent, it is not good for him or you. You should think about it."

Su Jin suddenly soared into the sky, her white clothes floated slowly, and turned into a fierce ghost in mid-air, cursing sharply: "I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled, what a spectacle, what obsession, I want him, I want him ..." As he spoke, he ran wildly in mid-air, screaming like a long wind through the air, and he didn't know where he was going to drift.

Tanxi's scalp felt a little cold, and he hurriedly ran to Tanfu.

But this city of Sui is not what it was more than ten years ago. The long streets and alleys are complicated and intertwined, and Tanxi is spinning around like headless flies in it.

This day, Ritanxi secretly drank the wine from Wangfenglou, hiccupped, and hung dejectedly on a tree, staring straight at the passers-by, and suddenly saw a familiar face among the crowds of people, and hurriedly climbed to the tree. Next followed the past.

It was none other than Tan Zishi's little servant, the little pigeon.

Full of joy, Tanxi stuck close behind him, for fear of losing him again.

The little pigeon came and went freely like a loach, and walked ahead with nimble legs and feet, but it was a bit difficult for Tanxi to follow behind.

The little pigeon first went to a small stall on the side of the road to grab a handful of candied fruit, then turned to a gaudy stall to pick up a few gadgets, and finally turned to a small shop to pick up a pile of half-new and old books. walked out.

After walking into a small alley, the little pigeon stopped to rest for a while, tidied up the miscellaneous books in his arms, took off his outer robe, wrapped them carefully, hugged them in his arms, and entered the Tan Mansion through the back door.

When Tanxi saw the courtyard wall of Tan Mansion's green bricks and thin tiles, he didn't feel that the high wall was like a cage for a moment, but was very happy in his heart.

Tanxi followed the little pigeon and entered through the back door.After walking through arches, screens, and corridors through the mountain, I saw a few familiar figures.

As soon as the little pigeon entered the side courtyard, he saw his master kneeling crookedly at the door of Master Tan's study from a distance, hurriedly ran over and asked, "Oh, my lord, why did you kneel down on the ground again after a while? "

Tan Zishi turned his face to look at him, and scolded: "My lord, I asked you to go to Wang Wenhan to write me the first seven-syllable rhythm yesterday. Who did you go to?"

The little pigeon turned red when she heard it, and said with cold sweat on her forehead: "This... Lord, Wang Wenhan said he didn't have time, Lingyu and Qinggu went out with Wenzhong to manage accounts, the little one had no choice but to... I just went looking for Jiang Han..."

Tan Zishi said: "A few days ago I ran up the mountain to catch crickets for him, but I put my hot face on his cold butt." He said and threw a crumpled white paper to the little pigeon.

The little pigeon hurriedly picked it up and took a look, and said with a bitter face: "Why are these just nonsense words about women's love for spring, this, this, this..." The little pigeon blushed and also defended his master: "On weekdays, Lord The person who fawns over him the most is Jiang Han, I never thought that he would harm my master like this, this... I feel worthless for my master..."

Tanzi stared wide-eyed, and the little pigeon hurriedly slapped her face, and said with a smile: "Pah, lord, I slipped my tongue for a while and said something wrong, usually they are the ones who flatter you... It's just that you are right." That Jiang Han is indeed somewhat..."

Tanzi really frowned, and the little pigeon bit his tongue and immediately changed his words: "That Jiang Han is really not a thing, Mr. Kui treated him so kindly, he really is ungrateful, inhumane and unrighteous, using a villain's heart to waste the meaning of a gentleman..."

Just as the little pigeon was talking, Master Tan came over aggressively, and the corner of his robe slammed onto Tan Xi's cheeky face.

Tanzi tilted his chin up, pretending to be calm.

Master Tan walked to the door of the study room, turned around and shook his sleeves, and shouted bitterly: "You bastard, I raised you for nothing, provided you with ample food and clothing, and the teacher replaced you one after another. Pick and choose that this one is too old, that one is not very knowledgeable, and the other day he pissed Mr. Zhuge away, so you can make me a decent poem?"

Mr. Tan's hair was dizzy with anger, he rubbed his chest and said: "I have studied the poetry and books of the sages for a little while, but I have learned to apply the rote. It's fine to apply the rote, but it's still good to recite some benevolent and righteous words. 'You dare to show off the meaning of the words. You, you are deliberately trying to piss me off!"

"Father, I'm just saying that Mr. Zhuge doesn't care much about his appearance. He is the one who wants to leave with his own beard and staring eyes. Besides, idleness is also affectionate. How can it be a word of lasciviousness..." Tanzi said in a low voice. Nodding his head, he muttered unreasonably.

"You still have face!" Mr. Tan slapped the door panel and scolded, "Look at your dejected ghostly look, whether you kneel or stand, you have no manliness for a hunchbacked shoulder. As soon as you go out, your father and my old face will make people laugh off their faces."

Tan Zishi lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Your son won't know how many young ladies are fascinated by him when he goes out. It's not certain who will lose whom..."

Master Tan folded his sleeves, paced back and forth under the eaves with a stern face.

Seeing that his father was sullen, Tanzi stopped scolding him, so he pouted at the startled little pigeon.

The little pigeon is small, but her eyes are sharp. Seeing that Tanzi was really numb, she hurriedly slipped out with a stack of books in her arms.

Just as he was about to turn to the veranda, the small door of the South Wing opened with a bang, and Jiang Han sneered behind him and said, "Little Pigeon, what kind of baby bump are you holding in your arms, where are you going at the order of your young master?" Send it?"

The little pigeon's scalp was numb, the secret channel was broken, it must be because he scolded him harshly just now.

Jiang Han walked over, tugged at the robe in his hand, and the book in his arms fell to the ground along the corner of the clothes with a clatter.

On the top is an old booklet in pink and white leather, on the spine of the book are flying dragons and phoenixes, and there are two big characters "Daochun" written on the spine. Looking at the bottom, there are some rich poems and poems and a few military books compiled by the workshop.

Seeing that something really bad happened, the little pigeon hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, but was scolded by Mr. Tan.

The little pigeon hurriedly stood aside with her head bowed, not daring to speak.