ghost marriage

It is rainy in midsummer and the weather is cloudy and cloudy.Get up early and the sky is clear and cloudless.Just after noon, there was a muffled thunder in the distance, and the sun was suddenly dimmed by three points.In an instant, lightning strikes and black clouds overwhelm the city.The heavy rain falls as soon as it is said, and willful like a prince with military power in the world.

After a while, the accumulated water became a river.The naughty child ran past amidst the urging of the mother, stepping on the water and blooming.Under the wall, the fresh green grass that had just grown this summer was blown upside down unexpectedly.The ginkgo trees in the backyard were tall and straight, and a gust of wind swept by, sweeping away the fallen leaves.

In the grocery store, the lean rabbit deftly hopped back and forth among the sundries all over the floor, holding a thick account book in one hand, and raised his head to read among the strangely shaped goods one by one: "One five, ten, ten Five, twenty...Huh? Where did that bronze bird vase go? Shanzha, you’re messing around again.”

"It's not me, don't wrong a good person." The raccoon cat nestled flatteringly at Han Ji's feet, raised its paws, and put the big bowl in front of Han Ji courteously, "Master, eat cherries, I just picked them. The third house on the right turn of East Tofu Lane, the cherry trees in his house are growing the best this year, and I started to pay attention to it half a year ago.”

While talking, he secretly stretched his claws into the bowl to grab two, stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed them all, including the stalks and cores.Under Xingren's contemptuous eyes, Shanzhao touched her belly contentedly: "In two days, the grapes in Old Man Li's yard in the back street should be ripe."

"If you dare to steal it again, I'll eat you." In front of the counter, an open space was specially cleared up, and a bamboo chair was moved, and Han Yu calmly looked at the world of wind and rain outside.

Ghosts are photophobic and usually only appear at night.Thanks to the heavy rain, it was rare for him to get out of the inner room and take a good look at the long-lost mortal fireworks.

The thunderstorm outside the house was heavy, the thunder was loud, and the rain was pouring.The greedy civet cat reluctantly chewed the cherry stalk in its hand, and looked out the door: "Hey, isn't this the Taoist priest?"

He pointed to the entrance of the alley, and Han Yu looked around. In the rain curtain, the Taoist walking slowly with an umbrella was particularly eye-catching among the panic-stricken pedestrians.The old oil-paper umbrella, the slender fingers holding the umbrella handle, and the priest's robe that was lifted by the wind are trimmed with blue piping.He came slowly from the turbulent world under the wind and rain, under the apricot-yellow oil paper umbrella, there was a handsome face without wind, waves, joy or anger, with no waves between his brows and eyes.

"Tsk tsk...it is said that monsters are inhumane. Compared with us, this Taoist priest looks even less human." The cherry stem in his hand fell to the ground, Shanzha didn't care, and shook his head and sighed.

He wasn't human in the first place.Hearing this, Han Yu couldn't stop laughing: "He is the real king who came down to earth, determined to clean up the filth and eliminate the evil spirits in the world. The sword on his back is called Youming, and it is the most precious treasure in the south. The devil king can kill ghost kings, and even kill immortals. Zhongnan is regarded as the secret treasure of the town school, and he should not act rashly unless he is ordered by the head teacher. How can such a person be compared to ordinary monks who claim to be merciful in the secular world?"

The Taoist who came in the rain stood still under the narrow eaves directly opposite the grocery store, and the ghost's words of praise and innuendo were just intelligible.Fu Changting remained motionless, holding an umbrella, listening to his discussion quietly through the rain curtain.

Without hesitation, Han Ji smiled at him with hooked lips: "Am I wrong?"

The wooden Taoist kept his face upright, neither angry nor laughing, and his tone was neither high nor low, neither salty nor weak: "Young Master is absurd." His words were modest, but he couldn't hear the slightest bit of humility.

The rain was splashing, covering the noise of the neighbors closing their doors, covering the sound of gurgling water converging into a river under the wall on the street, and isolating the two people sitting and standing outside the store in a world of water vapor. There was nothing but the sound of rain.

The ghosts in the store stared directly at the white-clothed Taoist outside the store.Fu Changting stood tall and straight in the wind, like a green pine that was covered with snow on the top of Zhongnan Mountain but remained proud.The wide sleeves that reach down to the knees are blown up by the wind from time to time.The sleeves of his clothes fluttered, and Han Yu caught a glimpse of the pendant he gave him still tied around his waist.Meticulous wood Taoist.Ghost Heart said.

The rain fell one after another along the eaves, hit the umbrella, and fell on the edge of the shoes, but it never stained his ink-like hair.It seems that the whole body is tightly guarded by the enchantment, coming against the wind all the way, but there is no trace of wetness on the Taoist's robe.

"It's so upright, it's like a knife and a gun, and it's invulnerable to a hundred poisons." Han Yu admired sincerely, and a faint line of thought appeared in his clear and penetrating eyes, "Your master Jin Yunzi was probably never like this when he was your age. general practice."

Tiangang's righteousness emphasizes the stability of the aura, which is as heavy as a mountain and as quiet as still water.Ascetics don't take pleasure in things, and don't feel sorry for themselves.The five internal organs and six internal organs are all cleared, and the seven emotions and six desires are all eliminated.To love to nature, to be true to pure, Fang Cheng Dao.

"Ordinary disciples have practiced for more than ten years. If they can understand one or two things, they are already outstanding. I heard that your master traveled around after going down the mountain. After experiencing the ups and downs of the world, he returned to Zhongnan at the age of 40. After ten years of retreat, he finally became a master. Dao. Among the Zhongnan sect, he is truly a rare talent in a hundred years. Heh...he has always been a genius, and everyone knows that he is extremely talented.”

The rain was ding-dong, beating on the tiles on the roof and hitting the plantains in the yard.In a hurry, the peaks gather and the mountains surge, and the sky and the earth are agitated.Swallow carefully at the soothing place, moisten things silently.Just like the past that he thought he had long forgotten.

The white mist on the top of Zhongnan Mountain, which is as insignificant as a sea of ​​clouds, the cigarettes that linger on the Sanqing Hall all the year round, and the young man practicing sword selflessly on Qixia Peak in the early morning of severe winter.Leaping and turning, like a dragon, like a flying bird, he held his sword like a flower, and the sword flowers bloomed in the heavy snow flying all over the sky, bloomed in front of the silent mountains, and reflected in his secretly peeping eyes.

He is also a young boy, he is the proud son of the sky, who is loved by thousands of people with a wave of his arms.But he is just ordinary, with ordinary talent, ordinary understanding, and ordinary encounters. Ordinarily, he is always an outsider cultivator, and in the end, he will remain so ordinary for the rest of his life.Just like their predestined ending, Jin Yunzi will ascend from the feathers, while he can only die.

But my brother doesn't think so.

"One day, I will stand on the top of all living beings like him." The eyes of the brother who clenched his fists to swear, there was a strange light in his eyes, completely missing the generosity and gentleness that he usually had.

He stared blankly, his eyes were at a loss, and suddenly he didn't know which side to look at.

At that time, you and I were both young, unaware of the displacement of the world, the dangers of the world, and the fickleness of people's hearts.

After all kinds of changes, now, the young man who practiced sword in the snow has become a master of a generation, and the senior brother who made a fist and made an oath is really famous all over the world, but he is still the only one who is still dazed, and doesn't know who to look at with his bewildered eyes.

"Your Excellency is an old friend of Zhongnan?" The Taoist priest who had not spoken for a long time asked.

The ghost caught in the memory listened to the sound of the rain, and asked the question back to him with a sly smile: "Guess."

Fu Changting's complexion immediately turned gloomy again.This Taoist is too serious to allow any doubts in his heart.

But the sky cleared up, and the sound of children playing with friends and companions sounded outside the house again.The ancient copper bell under the door was blown by the wind, making a low-pitched bell.

Shi Shiran got up, took the cold tea from the counter, Han Ji turned inward, opened the door curtain, and walked into the dim dark room again: "If you return to Zhongnan in the future, you can ask Ask your master, has the purple-gold incense burner been recovered?"

The coarse porcelain teacup is tightly held in the palm of the hand, no matter how cold the world is, it is not as cold as a ghost without a heart and a shadow.In the hands of ghosts, everything is warm.

Han Ji, who had his back to Fu Changting, couldn't see the seriousness on the Taoist's face.In an instant, Fu Changting's eyes flashed countless emotions, doubts, confusion, no solution... Finally, they mixed together and became contemplation.

After the third thunderstorm this summer, Zhang Tiejiang's six-year-old son disappeared.A few days later, Chen Xiucai's five-year-old daughter suddenly disappeared at home.Fang settled down for a while, and there was another turmoil in Qujiang City.People are in a state of panic, the doors and windows of every house are closed, and it is depressed again.

On days like this, Fu Changting would often stand in front of the grocery store and watch for a while.The taciturn Taoist didn't say a word and didn't enter the door, he just stood still under the eaves of the opposite house, sometimes standing still for a long time, sometimes he just caught a glimpse of the figure, and then turned around but disappeared.The eaves were too low, and it was about to press down on his high hair crown. The proud Taoist seldom lowered his head halfway, but his eyes were still cold when he looked into the grocery store. Through the mountains of messy goods, they fell straight to the heavy curtain blocking the inner door.

"Master, that Taoist priest is here again." Every now and then, Shan Zha would come to the curtain to announce.

"Let him go." Sitting in a room in the dim light, Han Ji replied coldly, "If you watch it for a long time, he will leave naturally."

Day after day, I always see him coming day by day, regardless of the sweltering heat and heavy rain.The Taoist priest, who buttoned his clothes to the tip of his chin meticulously, carried a long sword on his back, pursed his lips, and poked there like a wooden stake. There was no sign of intention on his heartless face. He looked at this scene quietly and carefully. The people and things in the grocery store seem to be endless.

The life of the three masters and servants is simple, open at dawn and close at sunset.The business is neither salty nor dull. Every now and then, someone curiously enters the store and asks for a while. There are many people who look at it, but few people buy it.The two goblins who were in charge of the store were not discouraged, they took out the goods on the shelves diligently, wiped them again, and put them back carefully.Rabbits are stingy and greedy. When wiping the utensils, they never forget to wipe their front teeth carefully with a rag.The civet cat is lazy but delicious. When the rabbit is too busy, he always lies on the counter and eats pastries to pretend to have a stomachache.

There is a branch of morning glory growing from the crack in the wall beside the door of the small shop. Most of the small pink and purple flowers are in bloom, shyly entangled in the center of the left door frame.The threshold is an unknown weed with three heart-shaped leaves and small light pink flowers.When the alley was quiet, Fu Changting could clearly hear the conversation between the two monsters in the store. Xingren coveted the golden candlestick in the teak box on the top shelf, and Hawthorn missed the big watermelon that sank in the well early in the morning.

The monsters hidden in the human world live a simpler life than ordinary people.

During the day, Han Ji seldom appeared in the shop.At dusk, he would walk out of the dark room, sit behind the counter and flip through the thick account books.Turning his head slightly, he glanced at Fu Changting who was standing outside the room. There was no surprise or doubt in his eyes, and he glanced at him lightly, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never met.

When it rains, he often sits on the old bamboo chair that is about to fall apart. The chair "creaks" and the sound of the scattered rain, idly watching the hawthorn and almonds sorting the goods.In a shop as big as a door panel, I don’t know how many rare treasures are hidden. The rabbits and civet cats are so tired that they climb up and down to clean up every day, but there are still many vases and wooden boxes that can’t be wiped out.

"Take out the things in your sleeves." Han Ji, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, said to Xingren in an unquestionable tone.

Rabbit Jing's hands trembled suddenly, standing on the high wooden ladder, tightly clutching the bronze mirror in his hand: "Master, I don't have..."

"Put it back, or it will break your teeth."

"I really didn't..."

Hawthorn at the side shook the ladder impatiently: "Take it out quickly, even I saw it."

Slowly, Xingren took out a small wooden box painted with gold lacquer from his sleeve.

"Another one." With eyes closed all the time, the ghost sat on the bamboo chair comfortably enjoying the coolness brought by the rain.

Hidden in the other sleeve is a golden ring of shrimp whiskers.

"belt."

Xingren's face was all wrinkled, and unwillingly, he took out a jade belt hook from his belt: "It's really gone."

Han Yu only left him a bitingly cold side face: "Hawthorn, broke his golden teeth."

"Master, spare me! And more! And more!" Tremblingly taking off his shoes, Xingren dug out two silver lumps of different sizes from the shoes with tears in his eyes, "I like shiny ones... ..."

"There will be another time..." Interrupting him, Han Yu opened his eyes, looking directly at Fu Changting outside the house, "I'll just throw you into Lin Lake."

With a hint of cold eyes, he moved away from Fu Changting's face, glanced across the heavy shelves, and glanced at the two trembling monsters under the shelves: "Shanzha, you are the same."

The rabbit and the civet cat were too frightened to gasp. They looked at each other for a while, then quickly hugged their arms and shuddered fiercely. They both showed their original shape and rubbed against his feet: "Master, woo woo woo..." Tears brimming with tears, so pitiful .

"No prospect." Gui Mei sullenly looked at this, then at that, flicked his sleeves, and walked in angrily.

Seeing everything in his eyes, Fu Changting watched Han Ji disappear into the dark room, a smile slowly appeared in his frozen eyes.

"Wooden Taoist." In the dark room, the ghost muttered in a low voice.

There is a jade box on the wooden table under the lattice window.It was placed in front of the grocery store early this morning.There was a folded piece of paper on the box, Han Yu went to the table and picked up the paper, without even looking at it, he flicked his wrist, and the short note between his fingers instantly turned into powder and scattered on the ground.

Stretching out his hand to open the jade box, the cold air overflowed and froze his fingertips.Inside the box were two hearts, human hearts, not as big as one of his fists, considered to be no older than eight years old.

"Brother..." With a long sigh, Han Yu looked forward, the latticed window blurred the skylight outside, and the raindrops fell on the window with a "slap", and the sound was startling.

The flute is whimpering by the Lin Lake, the lake is sparkling, and the green willows form an embankment.

A woman in a rose red dress curled out of the lake, her skin was creamy and her face was like a peach blossom: "My good brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much."

Han Yu put down his flute, looked mockingly at the increasingly colorful makeup on her face: "Is the injury healed?"

The hypocritical smile suddenly turned into raging anger, and as he approached Ji, under layers of lead powder, a red mark extending from the left cheek to the corner of the eye was still faintly visible: "Tofu, my family will remember you forever."

"That's not someone you can provoke." The lifeless ghost laughed more and more sarcastically, "He should warn you."

"This is exactly what the celestial master told me to warn you." Twisted and sat down in front of the stone table, Li Ji and Han Ji faced each other. The beautiful and unparalleled woman had a delicate and crisp voice but said harshly, "Be as good as you are." Don't pretend to be smart. Be careful not to get caught in the fire, and you will not be able to protect yourself when the time comes."

Han Ji remained silent, and threw the brand-new rattle on the table into the lake.There was a ripple on the surface of the lake, and after a while, it disappeared without a trace.

"Hmph!" Li Ji was disdainful, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, Liu Mei frowned, she swayed gracefully, and walked towards the water again, "I've said everything I need to say, you can do it yourself."

The intermittent sound of the flute was low and low, Han Yu glanced at her proud back with her head held high, the silk was like a cloud, the skirt was like waves, and the light gauze skirt pinched out a slender waist, so beautiful, it should be nine days The concubine of the palace above, not the kitsch evildoer who pollutes the world: "You can do it yourself."

Li Ji turned her head back, smiling sweetly, and her delicately drawn Danfeng eyes were full of contempt: "The Heavenly Master is right, you are defeated by your mercy, you are too soft-hearted, too gullible, and someone else shed an insignificant tear." , you can gouge out the flesh of your own heart.”

She shook her head, she couldn't help laughing, every step of her graceful and enchanting back was as beautiful as a dance.Holding the bamboo flute, Han Yu sat under the pavilion and asked her who couldn't help laughing: "What about you? Don't you trust him?"

"Shut up! I really like it!" Li Ji suddenly stopped laughing.Turning her head viciously, she stared at Han Yu with wide eyes, her pointed chin was outlined by the moonlight as sharp as a knife, "I like it. Because I like it, I believe it. I believe in the Celestial Master."

She spoke slowly, her chest tightly wrapped in gauze heaved violently.Losing her usual frivolity and laughter, the banshee who dumps all beings on the lake is no different from all ordinary women in the world. She will be crazy, paranoid, and delusional, and she will do it for a person who will never look back, even if she destroys herself. not hesitate.

Han Yu lowered his gaze and looked at his hand holding the bamboo flute.The hand was mutilated, and the ring finger of the right hand was empty.

After a few days, there was nothing unusual in the city.The new peddler complained to Widow Yang on the East Street that a rattle was missing from the cargo load, but a few pieces of silver appeared inexplicably in the purse.

"A rattle doesn't cost so much..." The honest young man frowned in embarrassment.

Widow Yang grinned, her fingernails were pointed and long, she grabbed the salesman's sleeve and dragged him into the room.

The ghost in the grocery store opened a corner of the door curtain without a trace, and the Taoist priest outside the store came into view as usual.The sun at noon in July was dazzling, and in the white light and shadow, the Taoist priest in white clothes stood tall, standing outside the door of the small shop, and his single figure captured the attention of the world.

After a while, Han Ji heard the rustling of his clothes brushing against the threshold, and the sound of footsteps coming from far and near, one step at a time, just like his tone of voice, calm, dignified, and rigid.

Three days ago, the Taoist priest who used to only watch outside the store went straight into the store and stood in front of the curtain in the inner room: "Mr. Han, I have a word of persuasion."

Both the monster outside the dark room and the ghost in the dark room were taken aback, and they listened to what he said next.

The Taoist rarely showed some hesitation: "If it's convenient..."

"Huh?" Han Yu waited anxiously, "What?"

"Can you tidy up the shelves a little?" As if feeling that the words were not straightforward enough, the old-fashioned Taoist said bluntly, "It's too cluttered."

Being honest is cute, but being too honest is hateful.

Han Yu was speechless for a long time.

The Taoist priest stood outside the door for ten days, rain or shine, with his face held high, still waiting outside the curtain, determined to wait for an answer.

The ghost in the dark room gritted his silver teeth: "Almond, see off!"

He wasn't even annoyed, his chin slightly retracted, and he bowed to say goodbye: "The poor are bothering you."

Walking to the door, the ghost inside suppressed his anger, and mocked coldly: "The Taoist priest is an outsider who doesn't get caught up in the fireworks of the world. The small shop is shabby, and I'm afraid no matter how you clean it up, you won't be able to clean up the word 'clean'. Can you ask the Taoist priest? Teach me a thing or two?"

The Taoist priest's leaving figure froze.The ghost behind the curtain smiled calculatedly with the corners of its mouth hooked.

I thought he would walk away with his chin raised high as usual.But he didn't want him to really stay. Without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves, climbed up the wooden ladder, and took off all the boxes, big and small, on the top of the shelf. room for.

Days of thunderstorms brought a damp smell to the shop.The old wooden shelves were crumbling.Fu Changting casually pulled out a wooden box from the shelf.The box was also stained with some moisture, and inside was a small piece of dark yellow fabric that was so dim that its original color could not be seen.

"This is cut from the dragon robe of the former emperor." Xingren rubbed his hands and followed Fu Changting closely, his round eyes staring at the wooden box in his hand for a moment, "Be careful. It took three Bought from copper plates.”

Fu Changting raised his head to look again, and there was a brass square box hidden among the piles of copper utensils.Although the box is small, it is extremely heavy, and it sinks as soon as you start it.He held his breath and opened it, but there was only a blue and yellow feather inside.

"The Feather of the Bird of Wei." Lazily turning over on the counter, Hawthorn, which had transformed into its original form, sniffed, "That's a bird that responds to disasters, and the things on it are also unlucky."

There are countless gold and silver instruments, bronze mirrors and tin utensils.A transparent wine bottle from outside the domain, an embroidered handkerchief made by the embroiderer in this city, a dry flower picked up by the roadside, ancient relics that can only be found in legends...the store has almost everything, and the collection is as vast as the sea. Incorporate all the world.

In just two days, it seemed as if he had seen all the objects in the world.Fu Changting often stops his hands involuntarily to inspect the goods on the shelves carefully.The ghost in the inner room, what are you doing with these things?

On the top of the wooden frame closest to the inner room, a small incense burner was placed alone.Different from the cleanliness and tidiness of other goods, the incense burner is covered with cobwebs, and the thick ash has completely covered the burner body.The long arm was relaxed, and Fu Changting couldn't help reaching out to reach it.

"Hmph." A soft hum escaped from behind the door curtain.The ghost, who was always peeping, folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, opened the curtain a little, and watched his actions coldly.

After brushing away the dust on the stove, it turned out to be an exquisitely crafted purple gold incense burner.Pay attention to rubbing the inner wall with your fingers, there are scriptures engraved in the furnace, and a few words tell the origin of this furnace—taken from Kunlun, cast in Penglai, and collected in Zhongnan.

"This..." Fu Changting turned inward.

The door curtain blocked Han Yu's figure, and he could only see his gauze sleeves hanging on the ground through the gap by the door: "Take it if you want it." He was indifferent and distant, as if it didn't matter.

"En." The Taoist nodded, and wiped off the dust on the incense burner with his hands lovingly, "The things of Zhongnan should not be left outside."

Serious words, serious tone, serious eyes.

"Pfft—" The rabbit and civet cat in the store couldn't help laughing.

There was also a sneer from inside the curtain at the same time.Subduing demons is the right way, and taking back old things is the right way. In the eyes of your Zhongnan sect, as long as it is what you think, it is the right way.

Before the words of sarcasm came out, the other end suddenly stretched out a hand, passed over the curtain, and handed over a string of beads.The wooden beads that have been rendered black by years of cigarettes exude a faint fragrance. The beads are round and smooth, and they have been worn on the wrists of Taoists for many years.

Lowering his eyes, Han Yu stared fixedly at his bony hands.A Taoist priest who likes to be neat and tidy, even his hands are always clean, his nails are trimmed short and round, and his joints have thick calluses from sword practice.The dark bead chain swayed slightly between his fingers, and his eyes couldn't help but sway along with it: "What are you doing?"

"The things of Zhongnan are also the things of the young master. The poor are exchanging things for things." As always, it is a matter of course, and it seems that there has never been a word in the world that Fu Changting can't speak out with confidence.

A narrow gap was opened between the curtain and the door frame, and the ghost inside the door lowered its head, revealing only a small half of its pale face that was different from ordinary people.The Taoist priest outside the door stretched out his hands persistently, and his face, which was always upright, was mostly blocked by the curtain.

"A censer is not worth so much." Han Yu turned his eyes away, and looked along his arm hanging in the air all the way to the pair of dark and deep eyes like the bead chain in his hand, "If the Taoist priest is really sorry, I will Ask the Taoist priest for something."

Fu Changting's eyes flashed: "What is it?"

"The Taoist robe you are wearing." The ghost behind the curtain raised his head, his eyes were firm, his expression was solemn, and there was no smile at the corner of his mouth, "I want a Taoist robe worn by the Taoist priest."

Daoist's face was full of surprise, he pondered for a while, then he nodded solemnly: "Okay. Poor Dao will fetch it for the young master."

Without even asking why, he flew up the wooden ladder, put the incense burner back to its original place, and walked away proudly with a flick of his sleeves.After watching the leaving figure who was chasing him for a long time, Han Yu leaned against the door frame, dazed for a long time, and couldn't stop slowly bending his eyes: "What a wooden Taoist."

The wooden Taoist left but never came again.Han Ji sat straight under the lattice window in the inner room, watching the sunlight outside the window change from brilliant gold to fiery red, and then to hazy gray and completely black.The store was silent, no more visitors.

Lighting up the candle lamp at hand, Ghost shook her head, the corners of her lips slightly raised, a self-deprecating smile reflected in the firelight.Picking up the bamboo flute, Han Ji went to Lin Lake.

The mountains and rivers of Linhu Lake were like yesterday, the dark water covered everything, leaving no trace.The moonlight is melting, sparkling, and the sound of the flute is scattered.The tune that had been played for a long time was intermittent, and was blown away by the wind in a short while.Han Ji simply stopped the sound of the flute, raised his right hand, and looked at the incompleteness between his fingers.No wonder people say that the whole body will fall.But I lost a finger, I didn't expect it to be so hard.

Stretching his arms and raising his hands higher, Ghost tilted his head, looking at his severed finger with great interest.The space between the middle finger and the little finger just fits the narrow last quarter moon in the middle of the sky.Pinch and loosen the two fingers, the moon will appear and disappear, and the name will appear when the eyes are dark.Tired of playing, Han Ji lowered his hands, his eyes looking at the sky fell together, and the moon between his fingers was replaced by a Taoist standing outside the long pavilion.

The Taoist priest kept yelling about evildoers, but he looked like a ghost, often standing in front of him without saying a word.Han Ji held up his palms and looked at him who was walking slowly step by step with a smile through his fingers: "I think the Taoist priest has repented."

Fu Changting still had the same rigid face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, but unexpectedly, his monotonous voice like dry water was a little unstable at the moment: "The Taoist robe of the impoverished Taoist is old, this belongs to the younger brother."

In order to comfort the common people, Zhong Nan's disciples were scattered all over the world.However, the Taoist temple closest to this place is also in Yingshui City, Mingzhou.With the footsteps of mortals, it took three full days to arrive at the fast horse and the whip without sleep.Even if the technique is as advanced as his, it is not easy to communicate in just a few hours.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a joke.I didn't expect him to be so serious.Unexpectedly, Han Yu lowered his hand and met his eyes in a daze by the moonlight.Always neatly dressed, the Taoist walks calmly, his unstained white sleeves are stained with soot, his unscrupulous soap boots are covered with wet mud, and the hair under the Taoist crown is loose and scattered on his forehead. Drenched with sweat.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he coughed twice, his dry voice couldn't cover his heavy panting: "New, never worn."

I was panting like this, and I didn't forget to explain it one by one.

Han Yu laughed even harder, leaning his elbows on the stone table, resting his chin on one hand, and holding on to the bamboo flute with the other, he pointed towards his chest, "What if I only want this one on Daoist Priest's body?"

The panting Taoist tightened his face, lowered his head, and looked deeply into his smiling eyes.The cunning ghost looked at him calmly, maliciously trying to see the embarrassment in his eyes: "At that time, I said, I want a Taoist robe worn by the Taoist priest."

Looking at each other, he didn't speak, he didn't speak, they stared at each other's own eyes.After a while, Fu Changting's eyes flashed, "Okay."

The shoulders trembled slightly, and the large robe fell off in response.

Han Ji saw the white snow in front of his eyes, trembling a few times, the Taoist's outer robe embroidered with light silver cirrus dark patterns was neatly stacked in front of the table.Looking up again, the Taoist priest on the other end looked serious and was about to untie his belt.

"You, you, you..." tongue-tied, the bamboo flute in his hand tremblingly pointed at him, Han Yu's face was full of disbelief, "You are really, really..."

You Taoist priest, have you never heard of the word "joke"?The dumbfounding ghost didn't know where to start: "You Taoist...you...don't take it off!"

Fu Changting was still holding on to his belt, and looked at him with a sudden change of expression in puzzlement: "What's your order?"

"Hahahahaha..." Unable to restrain himself, he laughed out loud.With his arms across the table, Han Yu covered his face, leaning forward and backward with a smile, "You, you Taoist..."

What should I say about you?He shook his head while laughing.The clear laughter melted into the wind, and ripples were blown on the surface of the lake.

Fu Changting kept silent and let him laugh. Only then did the honest Taoist realize that he had been tricked again.Frowning, he tightened his collar in embarrassment, and he couldn't restrain a bit of anger in his eyes.

When Han Ji saw it, he laughed even more narrowly, and coughed a few times before he finally stopped laughing.Pulling away the revenge sent by the Taoist who traveled thousands of miles away on the table, it really is a brand-new Taoist robe, with straight and smooth creases, just like the one-sided man in front of him.

"It's been so many years, it hasn't changed at all." The sigh in my heart blurted out, and the ghost was full of emotions. The blue color on the skirt and the fine cirrus dark pattern on the cuffs are all the same as in the past.

In the past, he was still an ignorant and childish past.At that time, the morning mist as soft as tulle was lingering in the Zhongnan Mountains, and the big bronze bell on the bell tower rang for three long and low tones.The exquisite dao crown shaped like a lotus flower firmly held Ru Mo's black silk, and the blue piping on the skirt set off the young disciple Ru Xue's face.The hard-working disciples were sitting upright, their lowered eyebrows full of tranquility, the haze wind blowing up their sleeves, the patterns embroidered on the cuff buttons were indistinct, and in the mist like smoke, they were fluent and connected into a piece of silver. sea ​​of ​​clouds.Vast and indistinct, it has been shining into his dream a hundred years later, like a dream, like an illusion, like mist like electricity.

"According to seniority, you should respect me as an uncle." Guigui's tone was deliberately boastful, but his face was expressionless, "Your master, Jin Yunzi, is the first big disciple from the previous head teacher. I am the latest , if my brother hadn’t picked me up at the foot of the mountain, I would have passed away in reincarnation long ago.”

The master said that he was abandoned by his parents at the foot of the mountain.It happened that the senior brother sneaked out of the mountain gate and went down the mountain to play, and heard the cry, so he picked him up.At that time, he was already three years old, but he didn't remember any of these things.On the other hand, the senior brother used to entertain him every few days, pinched his face and rubbed it repeatedly, and sighed: "Look at this delicate skin and tender flesh, I have found a treasure."

There were other senior brothers booing at the side: "It's a pity that he is a boy. How nice to be a girl, picking up a daughter-in-law for nothing."

The senior brother was not annoyed either, he grinned louder than them.Only he, struggling under the hands of his senior brother and unable to escape, was so anxious that his eyes were filled with tears.

Because he is at the bottom, the seniors always love to bully him.At that time, I was young and didn't learn many skills. When I was bullied miserably, I would just squat on the side and cry.Senior brothers always come rushing over in a hurry, knocking down those who bully him one by one, then touching his head, hugging his shoulders, and laughing flamboyantly and arrogantly with the corners of his mouth up: "I picked up my little brother." Yes, my man. Bullying him is not a skill, if you have the ability to compare with me."

"Among my peers, senior brother is the best, except for your master." He pressed the Taoist robe on the table and rubbed it over and over again. His fingers stuck to the white clothes and lingered reluctantly again and again. Han Yun couldn't see it. The crescent moon in the sky can't see Fu Changting in front of him, his eyes are blurred, full of these deep and shallow entangled patterns.

Fu Changting said in a deep voice, "Master never told me this."

Headmaster Zhong Nan is already a Taoist who is going to jump out of the Three Realms, and his previous past, for example, if he died yesterday, may have already disappeared in the smoke curling up in the Sanqing Hall day after day.

The ghost clinging to the world narrowed his eyes: "He doesn't know this."

The elder brother who stands out from the crowd just needs to walk past their mediocre juniors with his head held high and leave them with a magnificent back.Everything else, however, is irrelevant.

"Do you remember the names of all the brothers and sisters in the same generation? When did you start? Who did you study under? How is your cultivation?"

"..." Fu Changting honestly lowered his head and shook.

Han Ji drew circles with his fingers, and finally stopped at the chest of the Taoist robe near his heart: "That's why senior brother hates him."

No matter envy, jealousy, liking, or hatred, the most hateful thing in the world is that you talk about him day and night, catch him in your eyes, and engrave him in your heart, but he is calm and calm, like no one else. , never looked you in the eye.

"In terms of hard work, brother is no less than him. In terms of diligence, brother has never slacked off. In terms of understanding, brother is also extremely smart. But, with talent..." It is destined by God, no matter how hard the heart struggles, it can't match the understatement in the book of life and death a sum.This one sum has become the paranoia of the senior brother all his life.The topic got far away, Han Yu suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the Taoist priest with a focused expression, and slowly raised his right hand, "The first time your master saw me was because of that incense burner."

The right hand that lost one finger stretched out to Fu Changting and shook it. Han Ji took a deep breath, slowed down his tone, and asked him word by word: "Yi Zhong Nanlu, what do you say to the thief?"

Fu Changting's speech was also slow, and he stared at him without blinking. The ghostly eyes showed him with a sad face: "Thieves and robbers are ashamed, and they are the same crime as humiliating the master. Cut off a finger and expel him from the master."

"So, I can't wear this Taoist robe anymore." He said it easily, and his fingers that had been lingering on the Taoist robe slowly pressed down on the skirt and slashed across the last line. The last look back before.With a swipe of his left hand, he covered the whole package tightly, without any gap, "My dear nephew, my uncle is amused by you. But let me tell you, where are Zhongnan's treasures hidden?"