ghost marriage

Asked, the long hair covered half of the face, and the other half was completely blocked by the candlelight.

Hawthorn and almonds looked at each other, and suddenly there was no sound.

I really don't know where to start.Taoists often come to sit, take a look, and drink a bowl of tea in silence.The time is usually after dark, sometimes suddenly, and it also comes and goes during the day.The rabbit and the civet cat didn't understand the reason for his visit. Facing the Taoist's solemn face, they pushed each other for a long time, but no one dared to speak.

On the contrary, the Taoist will ask a few words out of the blue, how are you doing?What's bothering you right now?Is the salary enough to dress and eat?The question made people feel very warm, but no matter how stupid the monster is, it knew that Zhangjiao Fu's tireless drive down the mountain was definitely not for the two of them.

Fu Changting would ask them about his life in Qujiang City.The morning glory outside the house, the little bell under the store door, the racks of crumbling goods... going round and round, twisting and wandering, always pointing to one place at the end of the conversation...

At this point in the topic, Xingren raised his eyes and looked at the ghost on the other side of the candlestick, "He will laugh when he talks about you."

Sometimes when I think about it, how terrifying it is for Zhangjiao Fu, who has such a great reputation and never even frowned, to laugh.Looking back, the Taoist priest who had braved the wind and snow was holding a teacup upright, sitting where Han Yu was now, and when he lowered his head, he could still see unmelted snowflakes in his hair.With a little bit of warm candlelight, the eyelids drooped slightly, the corners of the lips were half raised, and in an instant, the spring blossomed.It's just that after laughing, it's common to see a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

"He asked us if we wanted to live here forever," interrupted Hawthorn.

The sudden question frightened the timid monster.The Taoist himself probably felt that it was awkward, so he found an excuse in embarrassment, and left in a hurry.

"Forever..." A pensive expression appeared on Ghost's face, and his lips curled up, which was soon replaced by a sarcastic smile.

Cultivators these days are becoming more and more eloquent, and such foolish words are also on the lips... Aren't you afraid of a bad tongue?

On the way home, Han Yun met a Taoist priest who was not afraid of a bad tongue.

Fu Changting didn't like him going out at night before, and he still doesn't like it now.However, the Taoist priest, who always sat in the house and waited, gradually changed his temper and often ran outside.

The hanging bridge outside the Sutra Pavilion, the boulder on the cliff, and the path leading to the back door of the Taoist temple, Han Yu can always bump into him standing upright by the roadside in the dark.The figure as straight as a pine, despite the raging wind and snow, remained motionless.

Under the thick night, the ghost couldn't see his expression clearly, only a pair of bright eyes still carried a little anxiety and anger.Han Yu ignored him and walked slowly forward.

Behind him, Fu Changting followed step by step.Ghost did not speak, and he also did not open his mouth, keeping half an arm's distance away, following each other like a shadow.

Every night, every night, when he opened the door, facing the coldness and darkness of the room, only Fu Changting himself understood the panic and bewilderment like falling into an ice cave.There are only three places where the ghost goes on a night tour, from the Sutra Pavilion all the way to Siguo Cliff, and then down the mountain from the back door, the criss-crossing trails under his feet are just like his disturbed mood.

Can't imagine, if he can't find him, where should he look for it?It's even more unimaginable, what if I can't find it anymore?No one knew what kind of ups and downs the calm and composed Master Zhangjiao was going through in his heart when he saw the ghostly figure approaching slowly.

She reached out and grabbed his cold hand, interlocking her fingers and touching her palms, as if this was the only way to soothe her beating heart.Hold tight again and again, hold tight, hold tight, the palms are so tight that there is no gap, and the fingertips almost dig into the back of his hand.

The ghost on the other end never struggled, resisted, turned his head, or screamed for pain, and quietly gave him a vague silhouette.

In fact, since they found him in Fallen Leaf Town, their relationship has not changed.Han Yu, who was walking in front of him indifferently, followed closely behind him.Wanting to catch up a few steps to hold his hand, he dodged without a trace before his fingertips touched it.Even if they clenched their hands tightly like this, he and him were separated by half an arm's distance after all.Just a short distance away, there are thousands of rivers and mountains.

"What are you up to?" Han Yu, who was walking in front, suddenly asked, and the lowly question was blown away by the night wind in an instant.

"..." The dull Taoist slowed down and took a long time to confirm before he believed that the ghost was talking to him, "Things in the Taoist temple. Also, Your Majesty wants to build another Taoist temple in the capital."

"Oh." Nodding, Han Yu continued to walk forward, "What else?"

"After a while, Jiangzhou Baiyun Temple will send some disciples to practice."

"Really?" Ghost's tone could not hear any emotion, "What else?"

"..." The cold wind made the Daoist's wide hem rattle, and Fu Changting stopped along with him.The hand in his palm was still cold, no matter how tightly he held it, it would not change in the slightest, "It's gone."

"How does Master Fu plan to deal with me?" Turning his head and looking directly at his rapidly changing expression, Han Yu asked blankly, "Zhongnan is a place of pure Taoist cultivation. Is it really appropriate to hide evil and evil? Masters and uncles Can Bo just sit back and do nothing? Or, they have already given advice to the head teacher?"

Han Yu could vaguely guess what Fu Changting was up to recently.

Where is Zhongnan Mountain?Even if Jin Yunzi can't retreat, those old people who live in seclusion among the snow peaks are so sharp that even an ant crushed to death on the Sanqing Palace can tell the whole story of cause and effect by pinching its fingers.What's more, his ghostly aura?

"You are not evil, and you have never been filthy." The mountain wind was strong, and he stood in front of the ghost with his head bowed.

Ghost shook his head, narrowing his eyes to look at him, as if looking at a stubborn child.The Taoist's palm is as warm as ever, but he no longer dares to be greedy.He wanted to take his hand out of his palm, but unexpectedly he held it tight.

Han Yu had no choice but to give up, and raised his head to look at him who didn't say a word again, "How to deal with it, I wonder if Zhangjiao Fu and all the Zhongnan elders have made up their minds? Come on, give me a sword, and I will have a good time too... ..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Changting took a step forward and leaned over to embrace him.The ghost was stunned, immersed in the sudden warmth, next to his ears, the voice of the Taoist pierced through the wind and came clearly and unmistakably, "I won't let you go."

Snowflakes fluttered wildly all over his eyes, and Han Yu fixed his eyes on the faint lights on the distant mountain peaks, "Why?"

"Stay here." He hugged him even tighter, just like every time he reached out to hold hands, he wished that his flesh and blood would blend and be embedded in his flesh and blood, "The world is too bitter, I will accompany you."

Taoist priest, even at this moment, does not want to be vain and wild, just like a mortal romantic, he will say "I like it" easily.

However, unfortunately...

He had also seen his affectionate eyes and deep brows back then, full of pity.At that time, Lin Lake was full of waves, and he stood by the lake, held his hand, looked into his eyes, and said with indescribable tenderness and pity, "Reincarnation, the world is too bitter."

At that time, he believed it and believed it to be true.

Han Yu wanted to laugh, but for some reason, the corners of his mouth could not be drawn up. He had to close his eyes so as not to let the cold snowflakes fall into his eyes, "I don't believe it."

"Whether you believe it or not, I will accompany you." Fu Changting replied without hesitation.

really?Han Yu didn't know.However, a simple "I'll accompany you" still fell into my heart from my ears.No matter in the past or now, it still touches the heartstrings and thumps the heart.

——The end of the book——

Ghost Marriage: The Snow Falls Silently

Another year of cold winter.Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

At the foot of the mountain, someone was getting married, and the whistling wind accompanied by scattered suona sounds, drifted from the other side of the mountain to this one.Han Chan held an umbrella and stood under the corner of the Taoist temple to watch from a distance.The bright red sedan chair swayed past the snow-covered path.Snow-white and red makeup are exceptionally good-looking.

"The world..." Turning the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, Ghost sighed, "It's so lively..."

"Do you want to see?" asked the Taoist beside him, stepped forward with his feet, and turned to look at him who stayed where he was.

Ghost slightly surprised, tilted his head and asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will frighten thousands of people in your family?"

There was a flash in his eyes, and Fu Changting's outstretched hand did not fall after all: "I am here."

Is this boasting that you alone, Fu Changting, can save the common people in the world, or is it something else?The ghost was still thinking for himself, and the left hand hanging by his side was caught, just like the sedan chair just now, he was being led forward along the way.

Different from the coldness of ghosts, the palms of Taoists are warmer than before.In this icy and snowy place, Han Chan even felt a little hot.After breaking free a little, he held it tighter, stubbornly unwilling to give in an inch.

Fu Changting, the youngest head teacher of the Zhongnan Sect, has a true temperament far more violent and unruly than this dignified and elegant face.If the old men who lived in seclusion among the snow peaks knew the truth, they would surely pull their beards with regret, right?Perhaps, they have already begun to regret it now.The disciple who had been well-behaved and obedient for nearly 30 years suddenly became tough and rebellious overnight, and refused to listen to the words of the elderly master.In such a situation, don't say that the old Taoists who are full of temperament and pride, even the immortals on the nine clouds, have to frown and lament the impermanence of the world, right?

While walking, thinking aimlessly, the oil-paper umbrella was spinning on the shoulders, and the umbrella handle fell bit by bit. The wide umbrella surface was slowly, slowly, and it was about to cover the drooping face. .The person in front seemed to sense it, and sighed softly.

Han Chan turned her face up and stared at him blankly.The Taoist holds the umbrella with his left hand.The old oil-paper umbrella casts a dark yellow light and shadow on the spotless Taoist robe.Between light and shadow, in the snow, Fu Changting half-lowered his eyelids, unable to see any emotions, his handsome face was as handsome as before, between his brows and under his eyes, three points were lingering, three points were upright, three points were restrained, and there was a little bit of self-control. Points are forbearance.The deeper the forbearance is, the tighter the right hand grasps the ghost's palm, and the ten fingers are interlocked, wishing not to let go of it for a lifetime.

If you want something in your heart but don't get what you want, it is said to have no fate.If you insist on doing it, it becomes a delusion.Too much delusion becomes an attachment.Daoists emphasize the natural way of Taoism, with a pure heart and few desires.Too much obsession is not good for practice, and you will become enchanted.The dignified Headmaster Zhongnan, the leader of the Taoists in the world, killed the traitors, assisted the new emperor, and protected the country. Right now is a great time to be in full swing. If you fall into the evil way, all your previous efforts will be wasted, your practice will be completely destroyed, and Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to save you.

This time, it was Ghost's turn to sigh.

He opened his mouth to say something, but before Han Chan could speak, he heard Fu Changting say, "You told me before that you like snow days."

The snow is deep.Ghosts are no longer human beings, leaving no traces along the way.On the white snow, only Fu Changting's footprints are deep and shallow walking alone.

"Do you remember?" It was just a trivial matter mentioned casually, and even Han Chan himself forgot, how could the me back then bring this up?

Fu Changting nodded firmly: "I remember. I still remember that you like snow because you can go out during the day."

Han Chan said: "It all happened a long time ago." The ghost is afraid of light, and usually only wanders around in the dark.When it snows, the climate is cloudy and you can travel during the day.

After stopping in his tracks, Fu Changting suddenly turned his face: "You haven't called me Taoist Wood for a long time."

Just for a moment, the patience and anger suppressed in his eyes gushed out.The Taoist priest who is always expressionless, the well-behaved young headmaster on Zhongnan Mountain, the stately master next to the new emperor He Lianfeng... All the faces in front of people are like snowflakes falling at the feet, and they are all in an instant. He disappeared without a trace, leaving only eyes full of sadness and helplessness. Looking straight at him like this hurts his heart more than the whistling mountain wind.

Ghost was speechless, followed his gaze and lowered his head, and saw the two hands holding each other under the long sleeves.

Respect each other as guests.Han Chan who returned to Zhongnan always maintains a distant and humble attitude towards him.The smile is erratic, the eyes are gentle, and the posture is alienated.No more squinting and choking him with words, no more raising eyebrows and provoking him with eyes, no more leaning against the door, quietly handing him a sly smile through the gap between the long and narrow bamboo curtains...

Fu Changting's voice was lower, erratic and weak: "I want to keep you forever, keep you in Zhongnan, always..."

But where in the world is there such a thing as "always"?If you really want it, why do people go up to the mountain to worship in such rainy and snowy weather?Why should disciples of Zhongnan work so hard to practice day and night?What is the use of you, the protector of the country, the emperor and the king?

Han Chan grabbed the umbrella and kept silent.

The old Taoist priests who had lived in seclusion for a long time left the customs.In the years when wars and horses were rampant and ghosts were rampant, I didn't see them showing their heads and doing two good deeds for the heavens. Now that the world is peaceful and the rivers and rivers are clarified, they all come down to the mortal world with their heads held up and their faces raised.In terms of seniority, one is higher than the other, so high that even Fu Changting bowed his head and bowed his hands and called "Teacher Patriarch" and felt that he was taking advantage.In the past, ordinary children were not even blessed with a glance.Even Han Chan back then, only heard a few words from the master respectfully.Master also heard it from Master's Master.This has been passed down from generation to generation orally, and it has become a legend.

The first thing the old men do when they are in a critical situation is to call Fu Changting to the main hall, close the door, surround them, and ask for a whole night.For what?Everyone understands in their hearts.Even such a lonely and wild ghost dared to step into the mountain gate and wander wantonly in the backyard. If he said it, what face would Zhong Nan have?Don't hold your neck and don't talk, don't think that no one cares about you when your master Jin Yunzi is not around.The ancestors are old and have tinnitus and blurred vision, but some have the strength to take care of you!The crutches made of thousand-year-old vines pounded the blue bricks on the ground with a "bang bang", which made people outside the hall tighten their necks and dare not look up.No one knows how Fu Changting's situation is inside.

In the morning class the next day, Zhangjiao Fu appeared in front of everyone with his normal face.Zhong Nan's disciples glanced at his calm eyes, and then at the trembling snow-white beards of the masters and ancestors, and there was silence everywhere.

That night, still in the main hall, the unyielding elders confronted the unrelenting Fu Changting.

After bursts of roaring and scolding, the people outside the hall heard Fu Changting reply: "This is a disciple's private matter."

Clear, clear, concise.

"You..." The bluestone bricks in the hall were about to be crushed.That is also a century-old relic...

"This kind of monster of unknown origin, what to do with him!"

"In the past, he was also a disciple of Zhong Nan."

"Not now."

"Since Zhongnan can't tolerate him, I'll take him somewhere else."

"You... what are you talking about!" One of the ancestors immediately passed away with his hands covering his heart and mouth.

Later, Fu Changting went to Siguoya.As the reverence of a sect, it is probably the first time that he has personally gone to the cliff to face the wall and think about his mistakes since Zhongnan founded the sect.Amidst the terrified discussions of Taoists big and small and the blazing flames, he walked up the steps step by step with his usual expression.At dawn, I saw him dragging his sleeves, walking down slowly and calmly, with a square expression and a straight back.

"Now I can tell you that I have been to Siguoya." Fu Changting said to Han Chan.The tone was relaxed, and even a little ostentatious.A man who is always rigid and serious, with his head tilted, the corners of his mouth turned up, with a small and shallow arc, childish as a three-year-old who thinks he has done something insignificant.

Han Chan was stunned.

The Taoist was still smiling, dipped his fingertips into the ointment, and carefully applied it on his face.No matter how busy he was, Fu Changting still insisted on applying medicine to ghosts with his own hands, even though he was slapped on the table and scolded by the masters just now, every day.

"Once upon a time, in Qujiang City..." The Taoist's face was so close that Han Chan couldn't escape his deep eyes no matter how much he lowered his gaze, "You laughed at me and said that I couldn't be punished Think about it."

Just for this?A joke while drinking?Even earnestly remembering it all the time?

Opening his eyes wide, facing the Taoist priest who was raising his brows and smiling, the ghost was too shocked to speak.This, this, this... Is this still the Fu Changting who killed him with a single sword?

Fu Changting always smiled with his eyes bent.Under the trance and hazy shadow of the candle, the naturally majestic and upright face was also smudged with gentle and affectionate eyebrows.Fu Changting had lost weight, and a blue beard appeared on his chin. Even though he tried to cover it up with a solemn demeanor, the haggard and tired look in the corners of his eyes still lingered.It is not an easy task to fight against old men who have practiced for a hundred years.Han Chan silently sighed in her heart.

The fingertips slid down from the forehead to the ears with a strong smell of herbs, and the tortuous and hideous scars tore apart the ghost's elegant and beautiful face.The Taoist caressed slowly with trembling hands, meticulous and considerate.Finally, leaned down, face to face, hugging tightly.

"Zhongnan is a pure place of Taoism, and no evil spirits are allowed, as it should be." Han Chan wondered, why didn't Fu Changting understand this truth?

The Taoist took a deep breath and said, "Zhongnan won't let you, I'll take you elsewhere."

The heavy snow is falling non-stop, the winding path in the mountains has come to an end, and further ahead is the world of fireworks.Chuichuidada, who was carrying the bride's wedding sedan chair, went nowhere.The Taoist held the ghost's hand and stood shoulder to shoulder.It was past noon, the weather was gloomy and gloomy, and the snowflakes were rustling on the umbrella surface.Standing at the entrance of the village, through the cold air, I can vaguely smell the smell of warm food.

Han Chan shook her hand slightly, and called back Fu Changting who was looking ahead: "I'm going back. There's nothing to see."

If it is late and misses the business, and angers the teachers and ancestors, it is a serious crime of deceiving the teachers and destroying the ancestors.

"I won't go back." Fu Changting said.

"What nonsense..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Changting continued: "Let's go to Wuzhou to see Miss Yu. Now that it's snowing heavily, it's a good time for you and me to go on our way."

This is more and more nonsense.In the past, only ghosts would stare at his face, observe with trepidation, ponder carefully, and test quietly——I will go down the mountain for a day or two, and go to Wuzhou to see Chuyu, okay?

Even if it is so, he always categorically rejects it——Your injury is not healed.

Since then, the ghost has given up his thoughts and never said a word.

Why now, instead, he brought up the old story again?

It's been a long time since Han Chan responded, and Fu Changting was not surprised. He still held his hand tightly. Through the flying snowflakes, he looked at the quiet and simple village in front of him. The weird snowman in the house, and passers-by who occasionally rush past: "After that? Where do you want to go? Back to Qujiang, or Luoye Town? It would be good to open another grocery store. Hehe... Hawthorn and almonds must be taken away .What about me? Let’s set up a hexagram stall in front of your door, maybe it won’t open in the first few days, can Mr. Han help me with some tea money?”

He turned around, smiled and winked at him, bent slightly, and the snow-covered umbrella surface brushed against Han Chan's. For a moment, the snow fell on the hem of his clothes. He was not in a hurry to take care of it, and walked forward , almost squeezed under his umbrella, staring at him for a moment.

The man who cherishes his words like gold, even he can talk endlessly, and he still speaks such ridiculous and nonsensical nonsense.In the past, no one would believe you if you told them.

Han Chan couldn't laugh.What is the pinch now?Is now the time to mess around?For whom did the ancestors go down the mountain on purpose?A group of elders and elders were guarding the Sanqing Hall, and the disciples, big and small, were speculating wildly, fearing that even the capital had gotten news and were discussing up and down.At such a moment, what do you think of?

"Do you know that if you step out of Zhongnan's mountain gate, you will never turn back." Abandoning the master's gate is not what Fu Changting should do, "You don't want your world to be alive?"

"Helping the world and serving the people is not only possible on Mount Zhongnan." The Taoist replied without hesitation, obviously thinking about it long ago, "If the suffering in the world is not in the world, how can you know the suffering?"

"What about Mount Zhongnan?"

"There was Zhongnan first, and then there was Fu Changting. After Fu Changting left, Zhongnan is still Zhongnan."

"Then... where's He Lianfeng?" Han Chan held the umbrella and stared at his face, refusing to let go of any strangeness.

Fu Changting finally hesitated: "Your Majesty?"

Ghost's tense face finally relaxed, wanting to say, look, just walk away?What a lie!Where is it so light?

Above the head, the Taoist said lightly: "When we go to Wuzhou, we can take a detour to the capital."

"..." Only then did Guimei realize his determination, "You...you're not joking."

"No." When did Fu Changting, who was a man of few words, talk so casually?For Fu Changting, there has always been only four words: what you say and what you do.

Han Chan was really speechless, her throat was sore and tight, and no matter how wide her eyes were, she couldn't relieve the dryness in her eye sockets.Why?I kept thinking over and over again, why did I do this?Where is it necessary to do this!He was no longer a disciple of Zhongnan who came from a decent school, nor was he a pure Daoist who was loved by his master and brother, nor was he the young master Han who held the secret of a serious case in Qujiang City.It's just a ghost, lost its cultivation, burned its appearance, useless and worthless.It's just a ghost, it can only sneak in the dark night, it can't stand the sunlight, it can't see the sun, and it's a ghost that hides in the shadows for life and life.It's just a ghost, why do you have to do this?

"As I said, Zhongnan can't accommodate you, so I'll take you somewhere else." As if knowing what he was thinking, he sighed again, the Taoist lowered his head, his tone was exhausted, "I always remember what you said But, you never take what I said to heart."

"I also said that there is nothing rare about Zhongnan's head teacher."

Caught by his eyes, Han Chan unconsciously looked back at him, stared blankly, and asked, "Then what is so rare?"

"you."

The sound of the wind, the sound of falling snow, the faint joy of the village, nothing can be heard.It seems that even the time has been frozen together, frozen at the corner of the Taoist's slightly smiling mouth, frozen on the snow-white skirt smudged yellow by the oil paper umbrella, frozen at the moment when someone was chatting in front of him just now──

Whether it is a noisy capital city or a remote and peaceful town, find a winding and deep alley, bring hawthorn and almonds, and open a grocery store that is only half the size of a door.Hang a string of old copper bells in front of the door, plant a tall ginkgo tree in the backyard, green brocade climbs under the corner of the wall, and pink morning glory blooms beside the door frame.You hold a teacup behind the tall ledger and look at the flowing clouds outside the house, and I will set up a hexagram stand in front of your door to calculate the official career of the scholar, the beautiful marriage of the lady and the beautiful woman, and the days and nights of the two of us. Every year...

Isn't that great?

Well, maybe... yeah.

-End of extra episode-