ghost marriage

In the cold winter of that year, the university was flying.At the invitation of an old friend, the uncle guarding Jingge went to Kunlun to taste tea.For a while, Jingge was unattended.After discussing with several masters, it was decided that the disciples who had been in the gate for five years would take turns to be on duty every night.

The Sutra Pavilion of the Zhongnan School is located on the tower on Yingxu Peak, far away from the Sanqing Hall and the places where people live together, and it can only be reached by crossing a long iron cable suspension bridge.

He still remembers the feeling when he stepped on the suspension bridge for the first time, the sea of ​​clouds was vast under his feet, the cliffs were so steep, and the heart in his chest involuntarily swayed along with the wooden boards under his feet.Holding on tightly to the iron chain, he hesitated to take the second step, for fear that if he exerted a little force, the rotten board would bring him down into the abyss.It was the senior brother who turned around, held his hand, coaxed and coaxed him, and protected him all the way from one side of the cliff to the other.

This made other brothers tease him for a long time.He stared round, straightened his waist, put his hands on his chest, and honestly retorted: "Don't think I don't know, Master told me, when you walked that bridge for the first time, you peed your pants." Touch your nose, and there will be no more words from then on.

The senior brother sat beside him, hugged his shoulders, squeezed his face, and smiled wildly: "My little junior brother has grown up!"

The winter night was extremely cold, and everyone was reluctant to go to watch the night in the wind and snow, especially if they had to pass the hanging bridge halfway, which made their hearts tremble when they looked at it.What's more, the Jingge is remote, the night is long, the wind is violent and the snow is violent, who knows what will happen at night?However, the senior brother showed great interest. During the day, he was often seen standing on the other side of the bridge, rubbing his chin and thinking about the tower.

Seeing the situation, others rushed to push this hard work to him.He didn't refuse, and agreed immediately.She didn't have the shrewd and calculating treacherous appearance of the past at all.

Han Yu watched from the side, dumbfounded.He turned his face sideways, raised his eyebrows, grinned at the corners of his mouth, put his long arms on his shoulders familiarly, and wrapped him in his arms: "Little brother, you must not have the heart to let senior brother guard the cliff alone, yes Bar?"

"I..." Han Yu wanted to say, what did you have to do with me?

He hugged him even tighter, and the handsome and beautiful face moved closer and closer, and it was about to bump into the tip of his nose: "Little brother, who is the brother who loves the most on weekdays? How can you..."

The thin-skinned little junior "唰──" blushed all of a sudden, dazed, staring in a daze, and nodded his messy head.

So that winter night, he spent most of the time with his senior brother by the stove in Jingge.It has been several years since he walked the suspension bridge for the first time.Stepping on the erratic broken board again, the senior brother who was walking ahead with a lantern suddenly stopped, turned around and held his hand.

"I'm not afraid." He stubbornly wanted to pull his hand away, with a little anger in his eyes.

The senior brother ignored his struggle and insisted on inserting his fingers between his fingers.

"My little brother has grown up," he said.But it is not the show off and exaggeration in front of everyone in the past.He looked at him with a smile, a little bit of emotion, a little sigh.

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, and moved his eyes away awkwardly, not daring to look into his star-like eyes.Night after night, he let him lead her, wandering back and forth in the sky.Stepping on the clouds, I mistakenly thought that I had arrived in a fairyland in the sky.Halfway through the walk, there was nothing in the front and back, the mountain wind made the iron chains rattle, and the wooden boards under our feet would groan with every step.He firmly held his senior brother's hand, at this moment, only his senior brother's hand was firm, warm and generous, soothing his heart that was as far away as a hanging bridge.

At that time, he persistently believed that they would go on together like this.Regardless of the raging rain and snow, regardless of the valleys and high cliffs.The brothers will hold him and lead him along the way.

There are countless books in Jingge.The brother told him that all Taoist treatises, no matter just a few words.It's all here.He was not interested in those yellowed ancient scrolls.Listening to Master's lectures during the day made me dizzy.After looking at it casually, he leaned against the fire and fell into a deep sleep.When I woke up, it was pitch black outside the window, and half of the candle on the table had been burned out.But the senior brother is still holding the rotten bamboo slip and looking at it completely forgetting himself.

Jinge is not as cold as the other senior brothers make out.The senior brother transported a lot of charcoal to the building early on.The huge stove was moved to the middle of the room, making the room as warm as spring, more comfortable than his usual residence.Hearing the howling wind outside the window, he tilted his head, looked at his brother's face reddened by the fire, and watched with fascination.

Sensing his gaze, the senior brother raised his eyes from the bamboo slips: "Little Taoist priest, I am a monster. Your senior brother has already been eaten by me. Now it's your turn."

He made a gesture to pounce, and he giggled while wrapped in a quilt.Smiling and laughing, fell asleep again.In the dream, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the sun is shining brightly.

If you talk about the past, what is the nostalgia?Maybe it's the winter night that only belonged to the two of them in this scripture pavilion.Smelling the faint fragrance of ink, roasting the fire, listening to the wind, night after night, peaceful and warm, quiet and picturesque.

At the end of that winter, a purple gold incense burner was lost in the warehouse.It is a relic inherited from ancient times.The distorted inscription on the furnace wall clearly states that it was taken from Kunlun, cast in Penglai, and collected in Zhongnan.Han Ji once mentioned it when he heard his brothers chatting.It is said that this thing has supernatural powers. When you are lucky to meditate, if you light the incense in the furnace, you will get twice the result with half the effort.For practitioners, it is a rare treasure.

People searched up and down the warehouse, but they still couldn't find the incense burner.The head teacher came after hearing the news, with a serious expression on his face.The uncles and uncles also all had solemn expressions.The storeroom is also at the other end of the suspension bridge. The winter night is bitter and the cliff is so high that outsiders cannot easily enter.The brothers discussed privately, and they all said that it was probably an internal thief.Han Yun's seniority was the lowest, and he huddled in the corner alone, listening to them vaguely and seriously: "It must have been stolen by someone inside us. With the help of a magic weapon, his skill will improve by leaps and bounds. At that time, don't talk about Jin Yunzi, and you will eventually be able to steal it." Up and down the south are all defeated."

Hearing this sentence inadvertently, my heart skipped a beat.He remembered that when he was on vigil at Jingge, he would always smell a strange fragrance the next morning.The senior brother told him it was the cold fragrance of plum blossoms.However, there are no plum trees on Yingxu Peak.

That night, inside the Jingge, the fire was still red.He wrapped himself tightly in a quilt and closed his eyes as usual.But the hand under the quilt scratched the back of his hand hard, warning himself not to fall asleep.After a while, there were a few slight noises, and the familiar strange fragrance penetrated into the nose faintly, like sandalwood but not sandalwood, like musk deer but not musk deer, smelling it, but I felt peaceful, and instantly felt like forgetting myself.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his senior brother was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, the scroll of ancient slips that he often read was placed under his knees, beside the ancient slips was a small and exquisite incense burner.

He sat there stupidly without saying a word. I don't know how long it has passed, as if this life has never been so long.The senior brother finished adjusting his breath, slowly opened his eyes, and met his wide-open eyes.

"Brother, where did this incense burner come from?" Panicked, as if he was the one who did something wrong, he asked, his tone was as ethereal as the green smoke on the road.

Such a eloquent senior brother, in an instant, except for a pair of dodging eyes, he couldn't answer him a single word.

He suddenly understood that even though the stove in the center of the room burned the furnace wall hot, he still felt his whole body was icy cold.

"I... I'm not reconciled. Zhongnan Shangxia, why did you just lift up a Jin Yunzi to the sky? So what if you are talented? Can't the hard work of the day after tomorrow make up for it? We are both Zhongnan's children, why do you and I have to do it? Subdued for the rest of your life?" The senior brother rushed forward and firmly grasped his shoulders through the thick quilt, "Little junior brother, senior brother didn't do it on purpose. It's just that I really can't understand this mentality. After three days, No, two days, two days later, I will put it back when I understand the mind. Others will only know who moved the incense burner, and they will never be suspicious of you and me. Little brother, you listen to me, just Two days!"

Han Ji's mind was confused, and he could only stare blankly at this familiar yet unfamiliar face.Is this still the stubborn and arrogant senior brother he knows who is also gentle and considerate?He half opened his mouth, his throat was so tight that he couldn't utter a single syllable.Outside the house, the sound of the wind pierces through the ears.

Two days, another two days, two more days, the brother always said that he would pay it back tomorrow.Tomorrow and tomorrow, the mentality on the ancient bamboo slips is still obscure and profound.Things are dead, and no matter how amazingly they are passed on, they will only gain a limited amount after all, and they are nothing more than objects.

The head teacher's face darkened day by day, and the elder in charge of the criminal law proposed to investigate thoroughly and deal with it strictly.Inside the master's gate, there was a lot of noise.

He stood outside the crowd and listened to the discussions of his seniors. Maybe in two days, he would start to search the disciples' dormitories, not letting go of every corner.This includes not only their residences, but also Jingge.It cannot be avoided, no matter what, someone must explain this matter.

Raising his head, he looked for his senior brother in a daze.The senior brother stood right in the middle of the discussion crowd, talking loudly, talking and laughing happily, as if nothing happened.It's just that from the beginning to the end, he avoided Han Chan's gaze.

After suffering for another three days, he went to find his master.The master took him to find the head teacher.There was a whole room of people standing in the room.The head teacher lowered his head and asked him, where is the incense burner?

Han Yu didn't come back to his senses for a while, his mind was empty, and there seemed to be a strange fragrance from the night in his nostrils.

"Lost it," he heard himself say.

No one believes it.So people came to ask him one by one, some persuaded him with kind words, some sternly reprimanded him, and they used both hard and soft words.

"Lost it." He insisted.The rest will not say a word.

According to the law of Zhongnan, the thief and the thief are ashamed, and they are the same crime as humiliating the teacher's school. One finger is cut off and they are expelled from the teacher's school.

That day, after the last snowfall of winter, he allowed himself to be dragged out of the mountain gate like soft mud and thrown under the stone steps.Regardless of the broken snow all over his body, he struggled to raise his head, and looked back at the door that was closing slowly for the last time. The teacher with white beard and hair, the master with tears in his eyes, and Jin Yunzi who was spotless... only let his eyes focus on the senior brother. Stay for half a minute.

It was the senior brother who saved him, without the senior brother there would be no him.Han Yu told himself.

For three years, he settled peacefully in the village at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.In that life, he never went anywhere except Zhong Nan.Sometimes, standing in the small courtyard surrounded by the old fence and looking up into the distance, the haze drifts away and the peaks and mountains gather, which is still so familiar and far away.

Brother often visits him.In the past, he only knew that his senior brother would often sneak down the mountain, but he didn't know that his senior brother was so familiar with everything down the mountain.Even the house where he stayed was found by his brother for him.However, later, gradually, the brothers came less and less.But every time he comes, the senior brother will always come to his side as always, hold his shoulders, pinch his face, talk to him, and make him happy.

Although he was expelled from the teacher's school, Han Yu still lived as a simple vegetarian and practiced spiritual practice every day.The brother conscientiously instructed him and taught him the new lessons taught by the master.A short laugh can make him forget many things, for example, where is that incense burner?For example, brother, why don't you ask me why I did this?For example, the villagers whispered to him.

At first, people regarded him as a stranger who couldn't find relatives.After a while, a disciple of Zhongnan went down the mountain to buy sundries and met him on the road.As a result, the identity of the Zhongnan Abandoned Disciple was revealed to the world.The villagers who were warm and friendly before became estranged from him, and gradually stopped communicating with him.

"I used to say that he was weird, and he ignored everyone except his senior brother. Or else, a dog that doesn't bark is the best at biting people. It turned out that I harbored such thoughts. I am ashamed to say that I am Practitioner, I’m bah! I’m full of sewage. What did I say? Guard day and night, house thieves are hard to guard against. He really said it. How could he still have the nerve to live here? It’s me, I’ve been hiding far away.”

Two young Taoists in Taoist robes muttered all the way as they walked along the path between the villages.Han Yu walked in front of them, listening to their not-so-quiet chat, felt like a thorn in his back.He tugged on his sleeve unconsciously and covered his right hand.

As time passed, the doubts in my heart became more and more irresistible.His mind will always pop up the scene of that winter night, when the senior brother held the bamboo slips in the scripture pavilion and looked at it ecstatically: "Senior brother, have you practiced that set of mental techniques?"

The senior brother who was talking eloquently stopped, his face turned blue and white, and countless emotions flashed across.In the end, he forced a smile and said, "I've stopped practicing deceitful things a long time ago. At that time, I was also obsessed with ghosts."

Further down, it is time to talk about the incense burner.The senior brother couldn't continue speaking, his eyes moved from east to west, avoiding him and his right hand in embarrassment.The feeling in Han Yu's heart was indescribable, he grinned forcefully, and replied stiffly, "Really? Hehe...that's fine...hehe..."

After that, the senior brother will not come.

On the other hand, the other Zhongnan disciples got close to him uncharacteristically.When they passed the village down the mountain, they would always stop and greet him outside the short fence by the yard.Once, some Xiaodao boys whom Han Yu had never met even cheerfully called him "senior brother".

Han Yu was so flattered that he froze in place, not knowing how to answer.

The brothers who were familiar with the past were also stunned, took Daotong's hand and urged them to leave quickly.

When they exchanged greetings with him, they often mentioned the senior brother intentionally or unintentionally: "Hasn't he come to see you? Not once?"

Han Yu was suspicious: "He is on the mountain. Without Master's decree, he will be punished if he sneaks down the mountain."

They stopped talking, ended the topic hastily, and walked away quickly.

Han Ji's heart skipped a beat for no reason, his mind was chaotic, but he couldn't figure it out.

Soon, at midnight, everything was quiet.The senior brother, covered in blood, stumbled into his small courtyard.Han Ji went to help him up in a panic, and when he pulled him, he was so frightened that his heart burst.That burly senior brother who was a whole head taller than him was actually as thin as a stick.Couldn't help but lead him to the door to observe carefully, only to see that the brother's cheeks were sunken, his face was sallow, and his whole body was so withered that only a skeleton remained.Han Yu barely recognized him: "Brother, you..."

The dying brother was unable to speak, but his terribly thin hand like a chicken's claw was holding on to his shoulder, the long nails pierced his sleeve and dug into his flesh: "Little brother, help me..."

The noise came from far to near, and he raised his head to look at Zhongnan Mountain again.Under the blue night, the misty sea of ​​clouds in the daytime disappeared, and the fires all over the mountains and plains illuminated half of the sky.In my impression, Shimen has never acted like this before.

"What's the matter? They're here to look for you?" He was puzzled, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

"Hmph, I really expected it. You are in the same group." Han Yu couldn't recognize the person who answered him.But he remembered the voice.That day, on the village road, it was he who was walking behind him, sneering and sarcastic all the way.In the past few days, it was he who came here frequently to inquire about the whereabouts of his senior brother.

"According to the law of Zhongnan, those who secretly learn the forbidden arts will deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors, and they will be killed without mercy."

The noisy noise filled his ears, and Han Chan couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Hurry up and hand over the stolen things!"

The torches are connected into pieces and merged into a dazzling sea of ​​flames.The fire dazzled Han Yu's eyes: "I didn't." He intuitively defended himself.

He was answered by bursts of laughter: "You didn't? Why are you here? Where did your fingers go?"

"I..." He was speechless, bowing his head in frustration.The senior brother was lying in his arms, the blood gurgling in his chest and the constantly approaching flames blurred his eyes.

"Junior brother is a thief, and senior brother is also a thief. Tsk tsk, if you two rebels are not cleaned up today, how will the reputation of my Zhongnan sect survive? What face will our Zhongnan sect have in the world?"

There was a lot of cheering, and the responders were like clouds.The huge momentum pressed his drooping head even lower.

"I'm not, and neither is the senior brother. I want to see the head teacher." He insisted in a low voice.

However, no one can hear it.

"Traitor", "scum", "leading wolves into the house"... All kinds of insults are burning like the torches in their hands.

As they approached step by step, Han Yu stared at the unsheathed long sword in their hands, the tip of the sword shone dazzlingly under the light of the fire...

His arm hurt so much from his senior brother, their contemptuous gazes were as sharp as a knife blade, their words, their disdain, their indiscriminate indiscrimination... Qi and blood surged, his veins bulged, and he angrily grabbed his senior brother's armband on the ground. sword……

After that, Han Yu didn't know anything.The last memory stays in that endless sea of ​​flames...

When Fu Changting arrived, Han Yu had already fallen asleep under the stone pavilion.The sound of the flute tonight was particularly sad, intermittent and intermittent, faintly awakening him in meditation.He ran all the way chasing the sound of the flute, but the silk-like slender tune stopped abruptly halfway.

The Taoist lowered his footsteps and walked gently to his side.The jug on the table was empty, the bamboo flute was still casually aside, and the ghost was still clutching a white porcelain wine glass, which was empty.

He couldn't drink alcohol at all, Fu Changting remembered that he would blush just after drinking a glass.

"Brother..." A low sigh came from the mouth of the drunk.

Shaking his head, Taoist stretched out his hand, trying to take the wine glass away from his fingers.With a sudden movement, the pale fingers let go of the porcelain cup, but wrapped around his fingers like vines, carefully hooking the first joint of his index finger.

"You're here." Han Yu opened his eyes, and his cheeks were stained a little red by the smell of alcohol.

"Yeah." The dull Taoist nodded.

Han Ji's eyes stayed on their intertwined fingers. Like a curious child who was drunk, he carefully pinched the Taoist's fingertips with his forefinger and forefinger, and then stuck his finger on the Slowly grind on it.

The ghost's hand was cold, without warmth at all.He plucked Fu Changting's fingers one by one with great interest.Occasionally, the icy cold touch passes across Taoist's palm, like snowflakes in Zhongnan Mountain.

He is really drunk.Fu Changting thought to himself.Otherwise, the ghost would have broken his fingers with a sly smile.Liao Pao sat down on the stone bench beside him, and he relaxed his right hand, allowing Han Yu to turn over and over and draw circles on the palm and back of his hand.There was a faint smile on the drunk man's face, and the smile was on his face, but he never spoke again.

Fu Changting saw that beside the overturned jug was a small knife made of wood. This is a child's toy. Although the material is simple, the workmanship is extremely careful and exquisite. From the tip of the knife to the handle, there is no wooden thorn: "You made?"

The Taoist guessed boldly, and was a little surprised.

"Yeah." Han Yu replied casually.Fiddled with Taoist's slender fingers, he seemed to be fascinated by Taoist's warm palm, raised his head unsteadily, and said casually, "I have done a lot more."

I don't know if it's because of his rare joyful smile, or because of his dexterous handwork, Fu Changting looked at the exquisite toy in his hand, and couldn't help but praise in his heart.Seeing him stretching out his arms and leaning on the table to grab the wine glass again, he hurriedly squeezed his hand with his right hand, and pulled him back: "Don't drink."

The drunkard withdrew his hand obediently, turned his head, and looked into his eyes.Both are speechless.Han Ji slowly raised his lips, blinked his eyes, and his eyes flashed. His hand was like lightning, and he snatched the wooden knife from Fu Changting's hand by surprise, threw it casually, and threw it into the lake with a "boom".

"You..." Fu Changting was very surprised, and when he wanted to grab it again, it was already too late.He could only look back at the innocent-looking drunk in puzzlement.

"Angry?" The drunken ghost didn't care about the resentment on his face, and the fingers entangled between his fingers climbed boldly to his angular face, "Wood Taoist, do you feel distressed?"

The fingertips scraped across the resolute chin, slowly slid down against the tightly closed collar, and finally touched Fu Changting's chest.The severe headache forced Han Ji to close his eyes. Through his clothes, the blood bubbling under the thin skin and the vigorous heartbeat all shook his fingers: "Master Mu, will it hurt here?"

The finger penetrated another inch, and the scorching temperature was transmitted along the fingertips to his empty chest cavity.With a sudden tightening of his fingers, Fu Changting held his hand and stopped his desire to penetrate another half point.

"Yes." Holding Han Yu's hand, the Taoist replied in a deep voice.

Squinting his eyes, Han Yu raised his head and worked hard for a long time to meet his erratic eyes with his deep eyes.The bright moonlight in the sky was reflected in Fu Changting's eyes, sparkling like the Lin Lake at his feet.Han Yu vaguely saw a confused expression of himself from there: "But I won't."

Sighing, he pointed to his chest with his left hand: "There is nothing here, so it won't hurt anymore."

The moon is like a crescent moon, and the willows are like green willows. The scenery of lakes and mountains is smeared into overlapping shadows under the blue night. heart.Fu Changting also looked at him non-stop. This ghost with lifeless spirit but clear eyebrows looked into his eyes and into his heart. He smiled inexplicably and shook his body from side to side.

"Be careful."

Before he could make a sound to remind him, Han Yu felt dizzy for a while. He leaned on the edge of the table and wanted to get up, but his feet gave up and he fell into Fu Changting's arms.

The smell of alcohol was strong, and the clean Taoist frowned immediately.The drunkard, who was not good at drinking, completely lost his mind, lay in Fu Changting's arms and struggled for a while, rubbed his shoulders, and buried his face comfortably in his neck: "It's so warm."

As if going back to that night, in the Jing Pavilion, beside the stove, the ignorant young Taoist untied his Taoist crown, loosened his long hair, and fell asleep with the quilt in his arms.

Really... Fearing that he would slip and sit on the ground, Fu Changting folded his arms helplessly.Slightly, slightly, the lips that had never been raised before draw a shallow, almost non-existent arc.

The drunken ghost slept quietly, without making a sound, without moving.There was also a bit of chill in his breath, and it fell on the Taoist's neck, causing a burst of numbness.

Fu Changting turned his head to the side, and the ghostly peaceful sleeping face was close at hand.His breath slightly stirred his fragmented forehead hair, and under the bright moonlight, the ghostly long eyelashes revealed a faint black shadow under his eyes.Stripped of the alienation and defense during the day, Han Yu in his sleep seemed to be the boy on Zhongnan Mountain who would fall asleep while holding a scripture.

The master said in the letter that Han Yu, the abandoned disciple of Zhongnan, was only 23 when he was executed, two years younger than the current Fu Changting.

"Little words and few words, silent and nameless." Jin Yunzi wrote.

This picked-up little junior has a eccentric personality, he will neither act coquettishly to please the master, nor sweet talk sweet words to please the fellow seniors.Coupled with the youngest age and the lowest cultivation level, she naturally became the target of everyone's oppression.As time goes by, he becomes more withdrawn and gloomy, always looking at people with wide eyes.Except for his senior brother, he never smiled at anyone.

Staring at him in front of him, Fu Changting imagined the him back then in his mind.The thin little Taoist boy, who was even smaller because he was wrapped in a broad avenue robe, stood far outside the crowd, with his eyes wide open, quietly watching others play and playing, listening to their jokes and jokes.Year after year, until he was expelled from the school, until he was pierced by a sword. In 20 years, whether it is long or short, a pen engraved on the wall is enough to draw a shocking mark on the wall.

Couldn't help but raise his hand to caress his face, the cold-skinned ghost, like a cat shy from the cold, turned his head obediently, and put his face into Fu Changting's palm.The corners of his mouth relaxed, and a satisfied smile burst out.

The thin calluses on his fingertips gently touched his cheeks, Fu Changting moved his palm carefully, his index finger touched the shallow dimple, and his second finger gently pressed the corner of his upturned lips.

There is a burst of water, and the waves rise and fall on the lake one after another. Catkins are flying in the willow forest outside the pavilion, and the slender willow branches are blowing up with the wind, as if to hook the bright moon in the sky.In the ignorant dark night, by the moonlight, you can see the wine remaining on the ghost's lips, glistening and moist.

Breathing and smelling, he nestled in his arms, he embraced him who was sleeping, his body overlapped, and his hands and feet touched each other.The little finger moved slowly between the corners of his mouth and chin, soft and delicate, lingering.Fu Changting leaned against Han Yu's face, his eyes fixed on his slightly parted lips.The eyes flicker, sometimes pity, sometimes puzzled, sometimes bewildered, sometimes resolute... thousands of times.

Bow your head once, as long as you lower your head again, he can kiss him.Hold his hands, reach between his brows, close to his heart, just bow your head.

However, Fu Changting never bowed his head in his life.

The interior of the grocery store is still the same as it was when the Taoist glanced at it in the past. It is simple and small, simple to put it mildly, and dilapidated to put it bluntly.Gently lay the drunk on the bed, and then wipe the thin sweat off his forehead.Ghosts don't catch cold and get sick. Fu Changting looked at Han Yu's pale face and the bamboo pillows on the couch, paused, straightened up and took off his coat to cover him.

Although it was a midsummer night, the night in Qujiang City was still chilly.

"Is there any hangover tea?" Fu Changting asked in a low voice.

The rabbit and civet cat by the door were startled suddenly.Ever since the Taoist helped Han Yu to knock on the wooden door of the grocery store, Xingren and Hawthorn had been standing aside tremblingly, holding on to the curtain of the inner room to peek inside.

"That... is for people to drink. Damn... this... Anyway, the master is always like this, sleep, and he will be fine tomorrow night... Ouch! You are pulling my hair again!"

Before the civet cat finished speaking, the few remaining hairs on its head were grabbed by the rabbit.Xingren grabbed Hawthorn's collar, gritted his two front teeth and dragged it out with all his strength: "Yes! It works! I don't have it at home, but Aunt Xia next door has it. Let's go get it now..." He backed away without forgetting to please Frequently bowed to Fu Changting.

The two monsters pulled me, I pulled you, and walked out noisy: "You fat cat, you only know how to eat. Your head is covered with white rice cakes! Stupid!"

"Who is stupid? You don't know what's good or bad! Master, master... ouch! Why did you pull it out again? It makes you bald..."

"It's good to be bald. You stupid civet cat, if you pull out all the hair from your body, you won't be smart. Don't you have a Taoist leader?"

"But that Taoist..."

"Shh... don't talk nonsense? Remember what the master told us?"

The noise gradually faded away, and then could not be heard anymore.Han Ji on the couch turned over, half of his quiet face was bathed in the candlelight, while the other half was still hidden in the darkness.

Fu Changting took the candlestick, the light beside the couch suddenly dimmed, and the ghostly figure instantly merged into the huge shadow beside the wall.

Looking around, the small inner room is in a square pattern, except for a few simple pieces of furniture, there is almost nothing else.A lattice window was opened on the wall facing the bed, through which one could see the tall ginkgo tree in the center of the backyard.

The square table that was originally set under the window was moved to the wall on the right side of the couch, and two armchairs were placed on it. On the table was the teacup that Han Ji had used during the day.On the other side of the latticed window stood a large wooden cabinet with peeling paint.There was a lock on the cabinet.Fu Changting approached and took a closer look, and with a flick of his right index finger, the big lock was opened silently.Inside are some neatly folded clothes, one side is worn, and the other side is crisp and never worn.In the depths of the cabinet, Fu Changting found a package buried under the clothes.Slightly undo the slipknot on the top, and a corner of the clothes immediately leaked out.The background is pure white, trimmed with blue piping, and the dark lines can be vaguely seen through the candlelight.This is the Taoist robe he gave him.The ghost has never worn it once, it is neatly folded, wrapped heavily, and hidden deep in the cabinet.

Fu Changting seemed to have been scalded to his hand, so he turned over again inadvertently, hastily fastened the package again, and quickly put it back in place.After closing the door of the cupboard, and swiping his fingers in the air, everything returned to the original state, and the dark yellow silk thread wrapped around the chain was the same as before.

Han Ji on the couch was ignorant, sleeping peacefully with the insects chirping outside the window.

Pushing open the back door of the inner room, Fu Changting walked into the small courtyard behind the house.The courtyard is also simple, with the shadows of the trees whirling, and the tall ginkgo branches stretching wantonly in the night sky.

Fu Changting walked slowly around the courtyard wall.With sharp eyes, the stern Taoist looked at the plants and trees by the wall one by one, then stood under the tree, looked up at the thick leaves that blocked the moonlight for a while.He squatted down, dipped his fingers in a little dirt, and rubbed it between his fingers.After finishing all this, Fu Changting dusted off his clothes, stood up, and went back into the house again.

Han Ji was still in the same posture just now, facing the lattice window, lying on his side on the couch, showing no sign of waking up.

Fu Changting blew out the candlestick, and stood by the couch silently watching for a while, his black and gilt pupils did not blink for a moment, like a bottomless lake, he stared at the sleeping ghost deeply.After a while, his expression froze, all thoughts in his eyes were suppressed, and he was once again as cold and indifferent as ice.Fu Changting suddenly turned around and walked out the door.

Han Ji moved slightly, and dropped his hand along the edge of the couch.His fingertips touched Taoist's elegant clothes, and as he left, he swipe past.

Fu Changting walked calmly and steadily, walking past the crowded shelves outside the room, crossing the brass bell hanging in front of the door, and opening the half-closed wooden door, bringing in a breeze.The copper bell rang twice, and after the hoarse closing of the door, everything in the darkness returned to silence.Han Yu turned over, faced the dark roof, and opened his eyes.

At the end of July in the sixth year of Ningyou in the Fengtian Dynasty, Qin Lanxi, the king of Langya, led his troops eastward, took Ruicheng, and passed through Dongting, which was unstoppable.King Lu Jing's army stationed millions of troops in Yucheng, heavily armed to meet them.After going around for several years, the uncle and nephew finally met each other.Back then, the founder of the Fengtian Dynasty, Taizu, fought bloody battles in Jinzhou for seven days, killing the pile of bones and changing the situation, and then settled a great river and mountain.The stars have changed, 300 years later, in Jinzhou again, a hegemon is about to be born.The world is full of clouds, and the sky is about to change.Decades of troubled times have finally come to an end.

Smoke billowed and rumors spread.When businessmen from afar mentioned Jinzhou, they slapped their hearts and said it was terrible.He said that there was a lot of wolf smoke, and there was already a piece of scorched earth outside the gate of Yucheng.There is no grass on both sides of the road, and the remains of the body are scattered all over the place, or the head is in a different place, or the limbs are missing, or even cut off in the middle. Within a radius of twenty miles, there is not a single dead body.Some even swore that they saw with their own eyes that the moat of Yucheng had been stained red with blood, and that even the wells in the city smelled like corpses.

In the whispers of the world, everything in Jinzhou is a scene of hell.The blind old man "Zhengzheng" who sang in the tea house in Qujiang City played the pipa and sighed quietly: "Prosperity is also the suffering of the people. Death is also the suffering of the people. No matter how many achievements and fame in ancient times, there are tears in Liren's eyes."

There are not many tea guests chatting in the teahouse.In Yingzhou, the haze of missing persons is still lingering.Even, with the stalemate in Jinzhou, it intensified.Not only in Yingzhou, but also in surrounding places, there are reports of strange incidents of young men and women who are inexplicably missing.Especially children, but the moment I turned my head, the child who was well held in my hand disappeared.Not to mention people, not even a shoe, a piece of clothing, or a finger.

The beginning of the prosperous age is often the end of the end.

Half of the ten days agreed between He Lianfeng and Fu Changting had passed in the blink of an eye.For five days, the meticulous Taoist priest buried his head in front of the shelves of the grocery store every day, calm and indifferent.

Han Yu stopped peeping behind the curtain.The newly replaced bamboo curtains blocked the harsh sunlight and cut everything in the store into countless fragments.The ghost in the room sat far away on the armchair, his eyes were downcast and he didn't know what he was thinking.Sometimes, not a sound is heard for a whole day.The eerie silence was so depressing that Xingren and Hawthorn didn't dare to say much. The two monsters with shallow cultivation stood behind the counter, looking at the straight back of the Taoist, then at the shadowy ghost behind the bamboo curtain, and finally looked at each other. With one glance, he closed his mouth wisely.

After sunset, a question floated out of the long-silent inner room: "May the Taoist priest show your face and stay for a drink?"

Han Yun's question was polite, but Fu Changting's answer was also unfamiliar: "Excuse me."

The place to drink is either under the big tree in the courtyard, or in the stone pavilion by the lake.I don't know if it's a coincidence or the ghost's deliberation, but the layout of the two places is the same, even the stone benches are placed at the same angle.Seeing the pensiveness in Fu Changting's eyes, Han Ji explained indifferently: "There is also a stone pavilion behind Siguo Cliff in Zhongnan Mountain."

Fu Changting's face showed a bit of bewilderment.Han Yu laughed: "That's right, why did you think about the cliff?"

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