ghost marriage

The tiny pain in his palm pierced his heart like lightning, his eyes widened, and Fu Changting suddenly woke up from his dream.It was dark outside, and the wind howled.Standing up, lit the candle lamp, spread out the palms, there was a thin line of blood between the nails, the wounds in the palms were barely visible but never healed.For the past few days, the conversation with Tianjizi appeared in his dreams from time to time.

"Dingling, Dingling, Dingling..." The crisp sound of the bell reverberated in the room.The panic bell under the door was automatic without wind, and the ancient surface exuded a pale golden light.

Ghost fog, boundless.It gushes out from the cracks in the window, and gradually fills the whole room.

Fu Changting got up and lay down on the bed, the white smoke did not back away, but instead gathered and slowly walked around him.Fog lingered under the feet, and the only candlelight was also blurred by the misty white mist.

"Who?" He didn't hold a sword, he didn't raise his palm, and he didn't even have the heart to maintain the righteousness of the Tiangang guarding his body.He stood behind the table with his long hair disheveled and waited with bated breath. Before he could tie up his wide Taoist robe, his long sleeves hung down to his feet.In this familiar fog, in this familiar situation, Fu Changting was waiting for that familiar figure.

"I heard that True Monarch Ziyang came down to help the world, subjugate demons and eliminate demons. When I saw him today, he was truly extraordinary." In the thick mist that could not be dispelled, someone chuckled.The mellow voice is near and far away, misty as if separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, real and close to the ear.

Fu Changting backed away abruptly, the lights were flickering, and the calm Taoist's eyes were filled with depression.

not him.

The alarm bell was louder and louder, with a ghostly aura, and the door opened silently, filling the courtyard with the sound of wind.In the darkness, a slender figure gradually approached: "Mountain monsters, visiting at night, it is really a last resort, I hope the master of the country will be gracious."

As soon as the voice fell, people were in front of them.It was a woman with a full smile and eyebrows like a crescent moon: "Little girl, Chu Yu, I have met Master Fu."

"Miss Rain." The name that is often mentioned by ghosts suddenly popped into my mind, and Fu Changting's expression tightened.

The woman in a blue dress is calm.She waved her sleeves to cover the open door, and with a gentle smile on her face, a faint fragrance slowly permeated the room: "I heard that the Taoist priest is looking for something, but the little girl has one. It’s just that I don’t know if it’s exactly what the Taoist priest is looking for.”

Moving her lotus steps lightly, she gracefully stood at the other end of the round table.Across the overflowing ghost fog, the woman's head drooped slightly, and she smiled softly and decently.In her hand was a small wooden knife.

Fu Changting hastily stretched out his hand to grab it, almost bringing down the candlestick with his sleeves waving.The woman had a friendly smile and didn't care about his recklessness at all. "It seems to be." She said comfortingly, and the fragrance in the room became a little stronger because of it.

Wooden knives are children's toys, the carving may not be exquisite, and the wood may not be exquisite, but the workmanship has cost a hundred thousand dollars of thought, from the tip of the knife to the handle, there is not a single wooden thorn.The night Han Yu got drunk by the lake, he saw him throw it into the lake with his own eyes.The drunk ghost babbled that he had done a lot.

Using the hand as the blade, Fu Changting raised and lowered his palm, and the wooden knife split into two instantly.It turned out that the inside was actually hollow, and a piece of paper gently fell to the table.There are only four lines on the paper, which is a doggerel: The emperor, the emperor, the emperor, my family has a crying Yelang, the gentleman passes by and reads it three times, and sleeps until dawn.

Exactly the same as in Rattle.

Under her signal, Fu Changting used his hand as the blade, raised his palm and dropped it, and the wooden knife split into two instantly.It turned out that the inside was actually hollow, and a piece of paper gently fell to the table.There are only four lines on the paper, which is a doggerel: The emperor, the emperor, the emperor, my family has a crying Yelang, the gentleman passes by and reads it three times, and sleeps until dawn.

Exactly the same as in Rattle.

"In the beginning, they always cried. Ordinary people can't hear, but we can hear clearly." The souls of the children imprisoned at the bottom of the lake were frightened and restless.Every sunset, crying came from the bottom of the water, and the wind screamed on the shore of Linhu Lake.Ordinary people are ignorant and sleep soundly.The ghost sits under the stone pavilion by the lake, listening to it from midnight to dawn.

Facing the Taoist's cold eyes, she told the truth in a calm tone: "Brother thought they were too noisy, so he threw these little things into the lake. The Taoist priest is a true king from heaven, so I'm afraid he doesn't know about it. There are different ways, but the ghost world and the human world are still the same after all. A little bribe can always buy you a night of peace. Hehe, he said this, but he was moved with compassion. He..."

A long sigh lifted the dark fragrance in the room.A rattle, a few bamboo dragonflies, and sometimes maybe two sugar figurines.Small gifts soothed the restlessness of the children.

The resentful souls in the blood formation cannot receive the offerings and sacrifices from their family members.The ghost used a pen and paper to write down doggerel poems to appease children crying at night, and included them in the things he gave them.

"It's kind of a comfort." Chu Yu said softly.

The ghost mist undulates and wanders in front of the Taoist, and wisps of fragrance spread to every corner of the room as the mist permeates.Fu Changting heard that it was snowing again outside the house, and the sound of falling snow was echoed with the soft sound of the candlesticks on the table.Ice particles were knocking on the paper window, and the cold wind pierced through the window gap, crying "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

"Sometimes, he would stand by the lake and recite three times by himself." The woman's beautiful face appeared and disappeared in the thin mist. She covered her mouth and laughed softly, "It is only useful if a gentleman recites it. But , Then they really stopped crying.”

Sipa rouge is given to the lady who died in vain, and paper, inkstone and pen and ink are given to unwilling scholars.Occasionally, he would let hawthorn make some exquisite pastries, white rice dumplings with bean paste for the Dragon Boat Festival, moon cakes with nuts for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and don’t forget to add a few more candied fructose on the New Year’s Eve... Sometimes, he would also write some goodbyes on paper. Yes, scriptures about rebirth, short and concise anecdotes, and even a few lines of love poems.

Ordinary people have the seven emotions and six desires, greed, hatred, ignorance, love and hate.Ghosts don't, because ghosts don't have hearts.But ghosts also long for concern and care.The bottom of the lake was so cold that a little familiarity was enough to soothe their restless souls.

"Then he plays the flute..." Taoist Qingjun's face was also hovering between light and dark because of the flickering candlelight.

Chu Yu replied straightforwardly: "They like to listen to his music."

The sound of the wind on a winter night is also very similar to the flute sound that once scattered all over the city, sobbing far away, like weeping and complaining.

"I often say that he is crying on their behalf. But he never admits it." With sparkles in her eyes, she sat down gracefully, ignoring the dark eyes of the Taoist, and poured a cup of tea for herself, "Blood Formation There, the resentful souls are there, whether it is the things thrown into the lake or the notes in the things, it is just a temporary comfort. Their resentment and sorrow will always be expressed. Compared with crying, the sound of the flute is more important. It's more pleasing to the ear. By the way, my elder brother doesn't know the rhythm, he just learned it now."

A sarcastic ghost who squints at everything with a look of disdain.Under the big tree in the middle of the night, seeing him frowning and bowing his head, his expression was full of impatience, and he muttered all kinds of complaints in his mouth, but his fingers still pressed the flute hole seriously and laboriously one by one.One finger is missing, the gestures are weird and awkward, and the tunes are also scattered.In this way, secretly learning behind people's backs, night after night, playing broken elegy alone.

"It's no wonder that although there is a blood formation in the city, there is no resentment." Fu Changting suddenly realized.On the same day, he concluded that there must be wings covering the city, but afterwards, he always blamed it on the strong local rustic atmosphere and abundant water vapor.

"In the eyes of the Taoist leader, he deliberately conceals it. But in my opinion, he just doesn't want to see the resentful souls suffer. Besides, the blood formation feeds on souls and swallows resentment. Brother's move can be regarded as dispelling the filth and weakening the power of the evil formation ?Everything has two sides. You and I stand on one side. We see the same person, but one is evil and the other is good. It is very different. It is natural to have different positions and different opinions." Still in a soft and slow tone, she sat under the lamp, as quiet as a presence The water shines on the flowers, and he raises his hand to touch the paper carefully, "It's like what he did, to the Taoist priest, he was acting as a minion for a tiger. But to the little girl, he... is just my elder brother with a cold face and a warm heart."

A pair of Jianshui Qiu pupils suddenly lifted up, the corners of her lips curved, she smiled at Yan Yan who looked at him as if he had lost something: "The Taoist priest knows, why does the elder brother invite the Taoist priest to watch the ceremony when the little girl is married?"

"why?"

"Because they have ulterior motives."

There was no surprise on the face of the Taoist, who was sinking like water: "He never does things in vain."

But everything he did was of no benefit to himself.

The uninvited flower demon lowered her eyes silently, looking at the tea in the cup.

After a long while, Fu Changting asked in a deep voice, "Why did he find me?" The mist enveloped his clear face, which was covered with a layer of warm light and shadow by the candlelight, but there was a gloomy dark color between his brows.

Looking at him silently for a long time, Chu Yu withdrew his smile: "The little girl's husband's family is the Chen family in Wuzhou, a prominent family in the ghost world. The two foolish brothers and sisters wandered in the world without anyone to rely on. The elder brother said that marriage in the mortal world The woman always wants to find a few strong young brothers to send her off, to show that her mother's family can rely on her, so as not to be bullied by her husband's family. He is worried that I will be lonely and weak, and I will be wronged if I marry far away. Therefore, after hearing that Zhenjun Ziyang has entered the city, he will not hesitate I took the liberty to visit at night and disturb each other again and again.”

"It was my honor to invite the Taoist priest to watch the ceremony. My husband's family really treated me with courtesy and did not dare to neglect. The Taoist priest's kindness is as high as a mountain, and Chu Yu is very grateful." She stood up and bowed to Fu Changting.Immediately, the room was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Fu Changting stared blankly at the flower tin on her forehead.Like her elder brother, she always bends her eyes when she smiles: "You should thank him."

"Little sister Chuyu" that ghost always said so.Talking about this married sister, he beamed.

"He always mentions you." Fu Changting said.The steady tone was slightly lowered.

"He also told me about you. When he got married, he was at the gate of the west city. Although the Taoist priest didn't show his real body, the Ling Ran righteousness of Zhong Nan's disciples is by no means comparable to the filth and filth of Xiaoxiao in the mountains. The little girl knew that there was something wrong as soon as she arrived at the gate of the city. The honored guest arrived. Later, he pointed to the locust tree and said, standing under that tree was Fu Changting. There are thousands of Taoists, but he is unparalleled."

Fu Changting was shocked. He didn't know that he had praised him so much: "He..."

Chu Yu smiled all the way.Recalling the past, she talked in a rambling manner, not violent, not sad, just casually speaking like a confidant.Sipping a sip of tea, he said a small, insignificant trifle: "Does the Taoist priest know that the little girl's marriage is a matchmaker?"

Throwing a stone into the lake is shocking.

"What?" With a low cry, Fu Changting stepped forward and was about to jump over the table to grab her hand.

She didn't change her face, and greeted her with a smiling face that seemed to be ignorant: "So the Taoist priest didn't know? Then, you don't know what happened after this."

"The little girl and her elder brother have been living in seclusion in the city for many years. At first, my elder brother and Tianjizi had occasional contacts, but they broke up every now and then. Five years ago, Tianjizi liked this place's rich earth atmosphere, abundant water veins, and remote location. , so I deliberately built a blood formation here, in order to forcefully turn the tide of battle against the sky. I only found out about this later. At that time, my brother noticed that there was something different in the city, so he invited him to come here as a guest. I never thought that not only the persuasion was ineffective, but He even threatened the lives of the three of us, so he had to get involved. Because my brother and Tianjizi are fellow practitioners in Zhongnan, they are familiar with the layout of formations. He asked my brother to help him bury the corpse and build a tree formation."

The shadow of the candle turned red, and the trembling fire light danced with warm yellow light, illuminating the woman's beautiful face.Glancing at Fu Changting, who was speechless, she lowered her eyes and said the unknown origin sentence by sentence: "On that day, brother had an appointment with Tianjizi. As long as he obeyed his orders, he would never make things difficult for me and Xingren and Hawthorn. But later The elder brother secretly changed the sacrifices in the formation, and the incident was revealed. At that time, the situation of the twins of the two ceremonies had been completed, and there was no time to reshape the formation eyes to replace the finger bones buried by the elder brother under the tree. Tianjizi was furious and wanted me to marry far away in Wuzhou. It's called marriage, but it's actually being held as a pledge. Just in case the elder brother has another heart."

"Thanks to Daoist Hong Fu, if today Jizi is punished by the law, the ghost army under his command will disperse. My husband's family will not dare to force me to stay. Only then can I rush back to Qujiang and come to express my thanks in person." She curled her lips, and she Turning her head, she smiled and bent her black eyebrows, and looked at him with ashen face without blinking, "The Taoist priest asked me to thank him just now. Unfortunately, I searched all over the world and couldn't find him."

"He...Han, Han Yu..." His lips trembled, and the doubts, entanglements, and resentment in his heart all disappeared.

He never called his name.Acquaintances and conversations, he always called him "Mr. Han" strangely. He seemed gentle and polite, but in fact he always marked the boundaries between them.When the ghost called him "Wooden Taoist" angrily, he replied "Little Master Uncle" in a playful tone, still full of anger.

Han Yu, Han Yu, Han Yu... Supporting the table with both hands, Fu Changting gritted his teeth tightly, his chest, which was as still as stagnant water, was heaving, and bursts of swelling pain rushed wantonly, as if they were about to break through his throat.He... Han Yu... raised his eyes to see the dazzling candlelight, making his eyes sour.Between the two hands, two pieces of paper of the same size are placed side by side, with his writing on them.

Fu Changting recognized Han Ji's handwriting.A ghost who behaves casually, and writes neatly and neatly.Slender and thin, but powerfully outlined.One stroke at a time, meticulous in every detail.It just rejected the phrase "words are like people".

On the night of drinking in the backyard, he dipped in the wine and shook his head on the table and wrote——The chilly cicadas are miserable, it is late to the Changting Pavilion, and the shower has just stopped.

The Taoist was ignorant, he just thought he was drunk again, and rolled up his sleeves to grab his hand: "You're drunk again."

Obediently held by his wrist, he raised his head obediently, his eyes really blurred: "What a coincidence. The names of the two of us can just make up a sentence. Huh? And Chu Yu."

While the Taoist looked down, he wiped it away with his sleeve with his left hand.

Ghost frowned and said, "This is an unlucky metaphor."

Fu Changting still remembered his cheeks that were blush from the smell of alcohol, and under the moonlight, they looked even more rosy, indescribably handsome and beautiful.The drunk broke free from his hand, lowered his head and wrote every word on the table.Fu, Chang, Ting, his name.A pen, over and over again, filled the table.

There are only two kinds of people in this world who can repeat other people's names like this.A depth of hatred, a depth of love.

"Poverty... I..." Thoughts flooded him, and he fell into a boundless loss with no way out.At the other end of the round table sat a woman with peaceful eyes.Fu Changting looked past her, looking at the closed door.Qujiang City is still the same, and the inner courtyard of the inn is the same as before. He stood in the ghost fog full of rooms and searched everywhere, but there was no him who came floating in a Taoist robe, "He was forced."

"Yes." Chu Yu replied without hesitation.

Fu Changting straightened up, and quietly clenched his hands into fists by his sides.The nails pierced straight into the wound along the palm, and the sharp pain rushed from the palm to the atrium.Blood flowed like silk, entwining his curled fingers like red threads.He looked around, glanced blankly at everything in the house, and finally turned back to Chu Yu's calm face with a lonely expression: "Why did you tell me this?"

"I want to talk to someone about him," the woman An Ran replied.The ghostly air is gloomy, and the fragrance of flowers is strange.The tea in the cup is cold.She picked up the teapot by herself, and slowly filled the cup, "Brother has very few acquaintances in life, and it is not easy to find someone to talk about the past. Although Zhangjiao Fu is the teacher of a country, and the emperor is an important minister, he must be busy every day, tired and tired. It is rare for him to be with Zhang There is a reason for the teaching, the little girl is bold, I hope the national teacher forgive me, even if you don’t look down on the little girl, please gossip with me for the sake of those who are not here.”

She was humble in every word, and respectful in every word, and she said "the absent person" softly and delicately, but she hid a knife in her smile and buried a needle in her cotton, deeply piercing his chest.

After the words fell, she seemed to realize her slip of the tongue.Hastily covered his face with his sleeves, pretending to be surprised: "What's wrong with the Taoist priest?"

Clenching his fists even tighter, Fu Changting forced himself to look up, not wanting to look at her soft and calm again: "What else do you want to say?"

She kept silent and took a sip of tea leisurely.With a smile on his lips, his expression was complicated: "Did you trust him?"

"..." Fu Changting slumped and backed away, his sleeves fell down on the round stool under the table.The stool fell down with a bang, and "Gu Lu Lu" rolled all the way to the wall.

"When I was by Lin Lake back then, I often heard Li Ji say that in this world, no matter ordinary people, or we, such as grass and trees and monsters, come and go, acquaintances are separated, there is nothing but the word "belief". Only if you believe in it, Only then will there be a love that will never leave. Otherwise, no matter how lingering the words of love are, and no matter how sweet the vows are, they will be nothing but water and moon mirrors, and they will disappear at the touch of a touch. The world is ups and downs, if even knowing each other and believing each other is a lie, how can we talk about staying together? "Looking at him with a sad look in his eyes, Chu Yu sipped his tea, and said in a gentle tone as always, "Since ancient times, demons and Dao have fought each other, and good and evil have invaded each other. It is also right for the Taoist priest not to believe him. But..."

As soon as the subject changed, she put down the teacup and raised her face slowly.On the face that was always smiling slightly, the smile receded bit by bit, and finally the eyes were full of sorrow: "You don't believe him, but he believes in you."

"! Bang──" The swift night wind finally blew open the old lattice window, and snowflakes fluttered wildly, flocking to the Taoists in the room.The half-open window frame couldn't help being torn apart, being pulled by the wind and snow, hitting the wall with "slaps" time and time again.The candlestick on the table was instantly swallowed by the night.

Raising her hand to make a formula, she kindly lit the lamp for him again.The moment the candle was lit, Chu Yu clearly saw that the rumored Headmaster Zhong Nan who "forgot to bring a human touch during reincarnation" was sitting opposite him, all dignity and arrogance collapsed into one place crushed snow.

With a tremor in his hand, the candle that had just been lit was extinguished again.

"How...how do you know?" His expression was invisible in the darkness, only his calm tone lost its usual stability.

Chu Yu sighed, and Fu Changting grabbed the two pieces of paper on the table as soon as they were blown by the wind, and held on tight: "He entrusted those two idiots to you, didn't he?" ?”

"They don't know anything, and they haven't done anything", "Almonds love money, hawthorns are greedy", "But they are very good, very good..." On the eve of the Battle of Yucheng, he dragged him all night He babbled and babbled back and forth all night, and the topic was always inseparable from those two slaves who looked weird and behaved strangely.

"They have never harmed anyone," Han Yu said.

Fu Changting knew that this was his only concern.A ghost who has nothing, has a house full of all kinds of sundries, but by his side, only those two ugly monsters accompany him.He hated them.

"I promised him that as long as they don't do evil, I won't do anything." Until the end, all he asked for was the safety of the two slaves.The proud ghost has a tough body, and he only bowed his head twice to beg him, once for his little sister and once for his slave.Never, never talked about himself.

Perhaps it was because he knew that even if he spoke, he would not agree even if he was jealous.Fu Changting thought sadly.

"Sure enough." The Taoist's words confirmed her guess, and the flower demon looked sly, "Otherwise, outside the residence of the dignified Headmaster Zhongnan, how can you allow evildoers to sneak in and out?"

There was another gust of wind, and a black shadow flickered on the window paper. Amidst the rustling of falling snow, there were two low, inaudible "cracking" sounds. If you don't listen carefully, you might think that the dead branches were broken by the strong wind.

"Are you...don't you go and have a look?" Fu Changting's words were heavy when he noticed her looking outside the house.

"Aren't the Taoists going to take a look?" Chu Yu asked back, looking away.

Fu Changting shook his head, he would scare it.

"I'm sad to see you." Chu Yu also shook his head, with a look of melancholy.

She opened her eyes and looked at him for a long time, her eyes burning, as if she still had a thousand words to say, but she secretly swallowed them down: "It's getting late, I should go back. Wuzhou is far away, thousands of miles away, if you don't hurry, it will be dawn."

Seeing the daoist's expression was dull, she smiled again: "Even if it's an excuse of being detained as a pledge, once you marry, you're married. As a wife of Chen's family, where can I go if I don't go back to my husband's house? I've met a strange man when I'm single. Shouldn't it be, how can there be another act of escaping without returning? If my elder brother finds out, he will be punished."

She Shi Shiran got up, took two steps closer, and bowed to Fu Changting again.The demeanor is swaying, like clouds, like flowing water, and the eyebrows and eyes are peaceful and soft.

Fu Changting was speechless, and let her turn and leave.

The door was opened, and the fresh scent of flowers that had been lingering in the nose dissipated in an instant, and the thick mist sank into the ground again.

She walked forward slowly, and when she reached the door, she stopped suddenly.

"Even if you are under the control of others, if you make a mistake, you are wrong. Human life is at stake and should not be forgiven lightly." Different from the quiet, elegant and leisurely tone just now, the woman who kept talking about the deep love between her brother and sister suddenly turned her head, trembling on her steps, with a look on her face Li Rong was about to cry, but she forced herself to be serious, she frowned and gritted her teeth, her expression stern, "Set up evil formations, arrest living beings, slaughter common people, even if he is helpless and unwilling, just do it, blood for blood You deserve death. The laws of heaven are clear, and evil is ruled by righteousness. It is right for you to kill him, and he deserves what he deserves. I understand this truth, so I don't hate you. But...but..."

But she couldn't say the following words anymore, tears rolled down, she covered her face and cried bitterly: "He is my brother...he is for me...I, I just want you to know...he is not an evil spirit."

"I know." It's a pity that I knew it too late.Fu Changting turned his head and didn't want to look at her again, seeing her figure leaning against the door, he couldn't help wondering if he, who was wearing a lotus crown on his head, would come here in a ghostly mist.

"Really...is there no hope at all?"

"...No." The teacher admonished, eliminating evil and doing everything.The Youming sword pierced through the chest, and the ordinary ghosts and ghosts have already disappeared.What's more, the entire small courtyard was set up by him for nine days of thunder and fire. Even if he had the strength to support it, he had already been burned to nothing in the fire.

Han Yu, I really won't come again.

"Everyone who is a demon says that it is best to be a human being. I am a mountain spirit and a wild beast, and I only got a mortal skin after a hundred years of hard work. Being a human is really expensive. But, think about him carefully, what good is being human? Born as an orphan, his parents didn't want him. Fortunately, there was a senior brother who took care of him and protected him well. Even though the Zhongnan sect drove him out, there were senior brothers who visited him from time to time. But later, he didn't even have a senior brother. The three of us have been with him for a long time, and it is said that we are reunited and harmonious. It is a pity that we are not human after all, and do not understand the warmth and warmth of human hearts. Rather than saying that we accompany him, it is better to say that he is taking care of us with all his heart." Tears continued, and she Turning his back to him, looking at the sky full of snow, he was full of emotion, "In these years, you are the first one who can make him open up and have a drink and talk... But, it turns out that you don't want him either."

The last half of the sentence was scattered in the sound of the wind, and the sound of the wind was like weeping. In an instant, it slammed straight into Fu Changting who was inside the door.

With a sigh, the figure of the woman disappeared without a trace.

The snowflakes are all over the sky, just like that summer night, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the begonias in the courtyard are blooming and falling, which is an indescribable beautiful day.

"Wait..." Heartbroken, Fu Changting flew after him, only to cross the threshold, the wind ruthlessly swept away the last trace of ghost energy in the room.

Standing in the middle of the snowy ground staring at the boundless night, Fu Changting slowly turned around and stumbled towards the other side of the yard after a long time.

The lights in the kitchen behind the shop had already been turned off, and it was dark and nothing could be seen.Pushing open the half-closed door panel, the inside is tidy and clean!A large bright iron pot sits on the stove, reflecting a few glimmers of light.The door of the Bisha cupboard next to the stove was wide open, and a group of black shadows were sitting under the cupboard and kept shaking. With the shaking of the body, exclamations of "tsk tsk" and the sound of swallowing saliva came from time to time.

Fu Changting silently leaned against the door and watched, then quietly walked to it.

"Hey ─ ─", the candlestick on the stove lit up.Heiying was shocked, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"It was a round and fluffy civet cat face, with crumbs of white rice cakes on the chin, and on the bulging belly was the old shopkeeper's large bowl with blue borders, and there were two neat rows in the bowl At this time, there are only a few grains of white sugar left on the rice cakes, which are lightly spread on the bottom of the bowl.

"Tao, Tao, Tao..." It was so frightened that it could not speak, its teeth "clacked" and it looked in horror at the Taoist who suddenly appeared in front of it, "Oh my god..."

With a scream, the civet cat didn't say anything, and twisted its round body to run away, still holding the leftover half of rice cake tightly in its hand.

It's a pity that as soon as the Taoist stretched out his hand, he easily pulled it back: "There is still a bowl in the cupboard, if it is not enough, I can take it again."

Patting the dust off its skirt, the Taoist stuffed the large bowl on the stove back into its hand, and left without a sound.

Hawthorn was holding the bowl in disbelief, biting her finger, and looked up at the gauze cupboard. Sure enough, there was a big bowl. The newly made pastry had a rice fragrance, emitting an attractive luster in the night.

This Taoist priest... seems to have a slightly bent back.Dubiously looking at the Taoist who appeared and left suddenly, Shanzha thought to himself.

After a while, Fu Changting came again.Seeing the civet cat backing back again and again, which was about to get stuck in the stove and unable to get out, the Taoist didn't say much, and bent down to put a set of clean clothes beside it.

I haven't seen it for a few years, and it is obviously not doing well. It is still wearing the old suit, which is dirty and almost like rags.

These days, he always asked the old shopkeeper and his wife to make some white rice cakes for him, and put them in the gauze cupboard after sunset.Civet cats like to eat this, Fu Changting remembered.Under the crabapple tree in the yard, he placed a small bronze mirror and a few shiny silver barley.Within a few days, he discovered that the rice cakes in the kitchen were always wiped out at night.And the things under the tree have not moved at all.

"You..." The raccoon cat turned its eyes and gnawed on its own fingers desperately. It didn't make a sound until it saw him walk to the door and turned around to close the door for it. "Can you...can you help me find almonds?"

Fu Changting shook his head, feeling bitter again.The ghost entrusted them to him, and he seemed to live up to his expectations.

The civet cat was very disappointed: "It said it went to find the owner, and then never came back. The fire in the yard was too big, and it wouldn't let me approach... I waited and waited in the store... Later, the fire burned the owner's bedroom It was also burnt... tell me, is it..."

The Taoist who is not good at words was nailed in place by its bright eyes, looking at the civet cat's dark face, he couldn't bear to tell it for a moment that there was not a single blade of grass left in the fire: "I'll help you find it. "

Shanzha just laughed, the innocent civet cat is so well protected by its owner, it can't tell the lies from the truth in the world: "Then can you help me find the owner again?"

"..."

It couldn't see the pursed lips of the Taoist, and turned around enthusiastically, with its arms around the fat belly with great difficulty, and panting, it pulled a package from behind: "He still has something with me. The big fire When I entered the bedroom, I snatched it from the cabinet."

The package was tied too tightly, and the hands were turned behind the back, and the knot could not be untied until the face was flushed.Panting heavily, the civet cat turned the package behind its back, hooked its two paws on its chest and groped for a long time, but to no avail.In the end, I could only look at Fu Changting: "The ones I could untie before, I ate too much these two days..."

After carrying it on my body for many years, the furoshiki has become so dark that I can't see its original color clearly.After Fu Changting untied it from the raccoon cat, he realized that it was a robe worn by Han Ji, and a vivid Cicada was embroidered on the corner of the garment with silk thread of the same color.Knowing that he can only live for one summer, and he really didn't wait for early autumn...

The civet cat looked at Taoist's eyes that suddenly turned red in surprise.

There is a real burden under the outer robe, and after opening, there is another layer of burden skin inside.Open layer by layer, until the third layer, only to see a piece of oiled paper, wrapped tightly with oiled paper is a Taoist robe, pure white background, trimmed with pale blue piping, like snow on the hem of the robe.Spread out the Taoist robe, and a finger bone fell out of it.It wasn't Han Ji's, he found it from a shelf and stuffed it into his hand.The Taoist robe was also given by him.

He treasured the things Fu Changting gave him so carefully.so careful...

Standing up, Fu Changting suddenly ran wildly and fled all the way back to his room.The long sleeves fluttered, and the door was closed heavily.The wind and snow outside the house couldn't get in, "Wuwu" circled in front of the door, with a high-pitched sound, which sounded like weeping in my ears.

With his back against the door panel, Fu Changting closed his eyes tightly and slowly slid to the ground.

Han Yu...

In the winter of the first year of Yongfeng in the new Wei Dynasty, Fu Changting, the head teacher of Zhongnan, returned to Zhongnan from the self-operated state and ordered a thorough investigation of two old cases of theft of the incense burner and Tianjizi's stealthy learning of forbidden techniques.

In the second year of Yongfeng, "Zhongnanlu" was rewritten. The theft of the incense burner was done by Tianjizi and had nothing to do with his younger brother Han Ji.After Han Ji went down the mountain, he devoted himself to cultivating Taoism, which had nothing to do with the theft of the secret book.Han Yu concealed Tianjizi's act of stealing treasures and killed his fellow disciples by mistake. Although he was guilty, he was not guilty of death.Han Yu paid off with his life, which was enough to redeem him.

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In the blink of an eye, it came to the spring of the second year of Yongfeng, the world came to court, Kyushu was unified, and all peoples were determined.From top to bottom of the country, the emperor came to the Ming Dynasty and the officials went to the Qing Dynasty, and the scene of the peaceful and prosperous age began to appear.

On this day, a group of people suddenly came to Luoye Town outside Linyan City in Weizhou.Many officers and soldiers, either on horseback or on foot, surrounded a large sedan chair in the middle of the queue.In addition to the guards, there were actually several Taoist priests in the queue.What surprised the townspeople even more was that even the Inspector of Honshu, who had been only known for a long time, also followed them on horseback with local officials of all sizes.

Except for the scuffle between the princes of the Qin Clan, the town hadn't seen such a battle for a long time.As soon as the queue entered the town, it attracted crowds of onlookers.The soldiers holding the high sign of "Quietness" stopped in front of an alley in the east of the town, and the people got off their horses one after another. Only the big sedan chair swayed forward and landed steadily at the entrance of the alley.

The little Taoist boy with a double bun slowly opened the sedan chair curtain, and a Taoist priest came out of it, wearing Taoist robes and wearing a lotus crown on his head.He was born with a tall figure and an extraordinary appearance.A fair face is handsome and beautiful, but it is a pity that the expression is stern, and the brows are full of righteousness.

The governor of Weizhou got off his horse and ran to the sedan chair, pointing to the deep alleyway, "Master, this is the place."

Suddenly there was another commotion all around——the famous imperial teacher is still so young!

Fu Changting nodded, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Then he started to walk towards the alley.

There are many shops in the alleys, and there are various shop signs along the way.A small shop was crowded in it silently.The storefront is inconspicuous, barely the size of a door panel by someone else, and there is no plaque in front of the door, only a dilapidated copper bell hanging alone under the door.

The Taoist bent down to enter, and the tip of the crown brushed against the body of the bell, and the crisp sound of "ding ding" echoed in the small shop.

"Here we come..." Hearing the bell, the shopkeeper in front of the shelf took care of the visitors loudly.

On the huge wooden frame from the ground to the roof, there are not many things, such as pots, pans, tea sets and umbrellas, lying lazily on it to spread out.Nowhere is it like back then, when you move a small step, you have to worry about knocking over the porcelain vase at your feet.

"Do you want to sell it as a consignment or as a pawn? If you like it, you can buy just one..." The shopkeeper was very thin, wearing a khaki shirt, with a small cap on his head, and his words leaked out.He turned his head while talking, with a few sparse yellow beards growing on his chin.The most conspicuous thing is the exposed gold teeth, which are big, long and gleaming.But for some reason, one was missing, and the other one was left on his lips, and his words became slurred.

"Looking for someone." Fu Changting said.

"How did someone find this place? Um... that's fine, how much reward do you offer? This voice sounds familiar..." The tall Taoist in front of the door blocked the bright sunlight outside the room.The thin shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and approached, trying to take a closer look at his face against the light, "Oh my god—"

With a scream, the large coarse porcelain bowl in his hand fell to his feet.Rabbit spirit widened his eyes and stepped back tremblingly, "Dao, Dao, Dao...you..."

The imposing imperial teacher let him point at him, and his hurried steps finally revealed the anxiety in his heart, "Is... is he here?"

"You, you, you..." The frightened goblin didn't listen to him at all, and retreated into the depths of the shop, "Master, master... he, he doesn't..."

In the panic, the items on the shelf were swept off, and the tiles were scattered all over the room.With a loud noise, the huge wooden frame crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

When the officers and soldiers outside the room heard the noise, they drew their knives out of their sheaths and rushed into the alley.

"Back off!"

With a shout, the sword and sword fell silent, and there was no sound in an instant.The Taoist walks in a mess