I was attacked by the evil general

The two of them lived in the Confucian mansion for only two days and hurried to go back. In fact, there was no problem with basic necessities of life, but the main reason was that it was inconvenient to do things at night!

When we arrived at Guishen, Kong Xiangyu said he wanted to go out for a walk alone.Wei Ze disagreed, but he was too busy to leave, so he had no choice but to let Jin Bao accompany him.

In fact, things are over now, and nothing will happen.But this matter is like being bitten by a snake, after one pain, you will become more concerned.

Jin Bao turned into a human body and followed beside him, and specially changed his face so as not to be recognized by others.But this face doesn't seem to have changed much. It used to imitate Wei Ze's eyebrows, his nose and lips.Now it's the other way around, it still looks like his and Wei Ze's cubs, and I don't know what to think.

Jin Bao yawned, eyes half-closed because of sleepiness, and said, "Ancestor, what are you going to visit this early in the morning?"

"Get the clothes." Kong Xiangyu walked into a ready-to-wear store with a full face of excitement. Because he came early, there were not many customers in the store yet.

Jin Bao asked curiously, "Clothes? Are you still short of clothes? It's really not enough to get two in Mrs. Wei's closet."

Kong Xiangyu waved his hand: "You don't understand."

Jin Bao suddenly regained his energy, and he said, "Do you want to wear some special clothes for Mr. Wei to see? That's why you secretly insisted on coming alone."

"..."

Kong Xiangyu didn't quite understand Jin Bao's phrase "special clothes", but looking at Jin Bao's smiling face, he guessed it was not a good thing.

He squinted at Jin Bao and said, "Did you go to Manyue Tower a lot recently? What are you thinking about?"

Jin Bao laughed, and asked back: "If you don't think so, how do you know what I'm talking about?"

Kong Xiangyu didn't bother to talk to him, and just in time the owner of the store also came out to welcome him, so he gave his name and asked the owner to pick up the clothes.

The two of them were bored waiting outside, Jin Bao looked left and right at the fabrics in the shop, and suddenly said: "Would you like to buy a few more bed curtains by the way?"

Kong Xiangyu had a bad feeling.

"Otherwise, seeing the sky will see you all sleeping in broken beds. If you don't know, you will think that Mr. Wei is too harsh... um..."

Kong Xiangyu quickly covered Jin Bao's sinful mouth.It's so good that I don't want to learn from Wei Ze's way of being outspoken.

Wei Ze knows how good he is in bed!There's no need to remind him so often, as if he's particularly weak in that regard.If it wasn't for him not wanting Wei Ze to be hurt, no matter how tricky he was, he wouldn't be short of what Wei Ze had, okay?

"Shut up now!"

Jin Bao's eyes were half down, and he said in a muffled voice with a little disgust: "You know how to be shy now? I haven't seen the two of you shy in front of me."

"..."

The boss brought out two sets of clothes, and Kong Xiangyu was relieved.The texture of the material is still a bit worse than what he wore back then, but the appearance is still the same.

He went to the back room of the shop to change his clothes, but he still felt that he was a little bit different from the self he was back then.

Jin Bao looked at Kong Xiangyu who had changed his clothes, and suddenly said: "You look so familiar to me, as if I've seen it before."

After Kong Xiangyu paid the money, he said to Jin Bao, "You look familiar? Don't you?"

When he was a god, Jin Bao didn't even have a ghost.What's more, his clothes are completely different from what the common people wear today, so how could he look familiar.

When the two left the shop, Jin Bao poked his temple with a frown all the time: "It's really strange, I must have seen it somewhere, I always thought it was right under my nose, but I just couldn't remember it all at once."

Kong Xiangyu shook his head, too lazy to answer.

He looked at his white dress with light gauze and dark pattern embroidery, and still felt that something was missing.Rubbing his palms together, he said, "Looks like I'm missing a fan!" The Bagu Hanming Fan is definitely not going to be there, and a jade fan with a similar shape should be able to make do with it.

So he went to another shop that sold fans to have a look. There were jade fans, but most of them were fan bones. After opening, there were still some paper fans inside.There is no such thing as a fan made of jade, because such a jade fan can only be used as a decoration and has little practicality.

What's more, such a large piece of white jade with good quality cannot be found nowadays.Kong Xiangyu randomly picked a few to try his hands, the feel is too light, it is really a world of difference.

Two literati came to the shop one after another, and took a folding fan with a ghost on the cabinet next to him to admire.

Kong Xiangyu looked around but didn't see any more suitable ones, so he finally had to pick out the jade fan that looked a little like the unopened one and paid for it.

The two literati, looking at the painting of gods and ghosts on the fan, suddenly chatted about the spectacle of the day when the ghost mountain split.It also mentioned that the dragon saved the world, and the people threatened to raise donations to build the Dragon Temple.

When Jin Bao heard that it was related to him, he pricked up his ears carefully.

The literati holding the folding fan of gods and ghosts said: "Building a temple is no small matter. It costs too much money. It is impossible to just build an adobe thatched hut. Will the Dragon God come?"

Another literati said: "I don't think this temple is well built."

Kong Xiangyu was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard the literati continue to say: "If this temple is not built, the Dragon God will always be the Dragon God. If it is built, if everything you ask for is not effective, wouldn't you have to be scolded for nothing? I'm afraid it will happen There is no longer even a title of God.

If you want me to say, this kind of gods and gods, you can just worship them with confidence.If you really want to worship, where is it not? "

After Kong Xiangyu listened, he smiled and took the jade fan handed to him by the boss.Xindao is a person who can see clearly, thinking about his name as a god back then, that's not the case.

The literati who looked at the fan before said: "Where did you get this insight, why can't I understand it?"

The humane said: "It's all for a moment of emotion. I heard a story told by my ancestors earlier, about a god who was gradually destroyed by the people's prayers. Hey..."

"Come on, the stories told by the ancestors are often compiled by the descendants. You also believe that."

The literati was questioned, and suddenly became a little excited: "Why don't you believe it? Didn't the dragon come out a few days ago? Sometimes the story is not necessarily false."

Kong Xiangyu put away the jade fan, and suddenly raised his hand to interrupt the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but ask the literati who talked about the gods: "Dare to ask this literati, where are the ancestors from? Where did the story of the gods come from?" "

He asked this abruptly, and the literati who was asked was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant.Kong Xiangyu hurriedly said nonsense: "That's right, I like to read these stories about gods and ghosts when I have nothing to do, so I wanted to ask you when you mentioned gods just now."

The scribe was easy to talk to, and Kong Xiangyu was well-known in Wenchang County, so he said: "There are books in the family of this story, if Mr. Kong San likes it, I can give it to you. Anyway, my family has a lot of rubbings of this story."

Kong Xiangyu hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much."

The books have been kept in the scribe's home for many years, and the pages are a bit worn out, but it doesn't affect his reading.After taking the book and thanking him again, he and Jin Bao went back home.

When he arrived at Wei Ze's room, Jin Bao took a cup of tea from the table and joked, "Why are you suddenly interested in these ghost stories? Master Wei, the king of ghosts, isn't enough for you to read?"

Kong Xiangyu ignored Jin Bao's words, and said, "You don't understand even if I tell you."

After finishing speaking, he kicked off his white boots and rolled into the bed with the scriptures in his arms.

Looking at Kong Xiangyu's clothes, Jin Bao still felt familiar, and said, "I always think I've seen your clothes before, but I just can't remember."

Kong Xiangyu said happily: "How is it possible? Could it be that you have met Bai Xiao?"

Jin Bao paused, and said: "By the way, you called the name Bai Xiao that day, who is Bai Xiao?"

Kong Xiangyu waved his hand: "You don't even know me after I told you, I read the story book"

Jin Bao suddenly felt bored, turned his head back to his original body, and ran away in a hurry.

Kong Xiangyu was half lying on the bed, flipping through the notebook in his hand.The title of the book is not written on the cover of this book, and the first page is also empty after opening, without indicating who wrote it.

The narrative of the story starts from the second page. The book does not mention Wan Qiguo back then, nor the name Bai Xiao.It is about a god who only brings good luck to the people, but there is another god in this story, a god who is in charge of life and death.

He immediately became interested. The god who is in charge of life and death is talking about Wei Ze, who is now the king of ghosts.Because of this rumor, he had heard it a long time ago.

It's like the ghost king was once a god, but I don't remember exactly what it is.

The book quietly turned two pages, roughly talking about this god in charge of luck.It is said that the god of heaven was born as a god, and he has never tasted the seven emotions and six desires, nor has he suffered the sufferings of the world.

One day I went down to travel, and at the foot of a fairy mountain, I saw a piece of thick and complete white jade, which looked like a human being.So on a whim, he stayed at the foot of this fairy mountain for several days, and carved the jade into his own appearance.

Originally, he wanted to bring the jade back to the sky, but he didn't want this mortal thing to be blocked by the sea of ​​clouds and fall down.The jade statue fell to the world and disappeared.

The god of heaven was originally on a whim, and thought that the jade was lost, so he didn't think about looking for it again, and this matter was gradually forgotten.

One day, the god was meditating in the temple, and suddenly there was a mortal's prayer in his ear, and he listened carefully, and it turned out to be for peace.

The gods were born in the heavens and grew up in the heavens. Ordinary people don't even know that there is a god like him, let alone pray.

So driven by curiosity, the god grabbed the ray of prayer, waved away the clouds and mist, and looked at the praying person.The man was ragged and bruised, and looked like a beggar who had just been beaten.

The beggar knelt on the ground, clasped his hands, lowered his head with his eyes closed, and expressed his long-cherished wish to a jade statue in front of him very piously.

When the god saw it, he was amused. Isn't this jade the one he carved when he arose?I didn't want to end up in such a place.

The beggar prayed to the gods, hoping that the gods would bless him with enough food and clothing.He said that he escaped from a remote deserted village and suffered a lot, and even thought about dying.But he felt that life was not easy, so he died like this, and he felt sorry for the parents who gave him his flesh and blood.

The god took pity on this person, so he went to the god who was in charge of life and death, and wanted to ask how long this person had.

Kong Xiangyu looked at it, his eyelids began to fight, he yawned and fell asleep.The half-read book is just so open and stuffy on the face.

In a trance, he dreamed that he was in a white mist, with the sea of ​​clouds rolling under his feet, and several palaces carved with white jade and lacquer stood in front of him, towering upright to the sky.

And this is in the palace opposite him, sitting a fairy in white clothes and light clothes.Immortal is full of immortality, sitting upright in front of the white jade low table, holding the scroll of life and death full of names in his left hand, and holding a delicately carved jade pen in his right hand, looking at the names on the scroll with a serious face.

Seeing him coming, the fairy raised his head slightly and said, "Bai Xiao? Why are you here?"

The author says: