ghost marriage

The place where the disciples sit quietly and think about their mistakes.On the high cliff, there is nothing but jagged rocks, and the bitter mountain wind blows on the face, as if it can scrape open bloody mouths.Behind a huge mountain wall, someone built a stone pavilion, close to the edge of the cliff, and when you bow your head, you will see a deep valley that will never be restored.

Fu Changting asked, "What did you do wrong, why did you think about it?"

Han Ji was not in a hurry to speak, he held the jug, tilted the spout slightly, and poured the wine precisely until it was level with the rim of the cup: "If I tell you, can the priest also tell me, why you like my tree so much?"

Every time he stepped into the courtyard, the Taoist would definitely look up at the ginkgo beside the stone table.Although it was just a glance, the contemplative expression still couldn't escape the ghost's eyes.

"My lord is overthinking." Fu Changting categorically denied, without a trace of turmoil in the corners of his brows and eyes.

Han Yu took a sip of the wine, and replied flatly, "The priest asked too many questions."

Smiling slightly, he drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, followed Fu Changting's gaze, and looked up at the tree.

The ginkgo next to it grows thickly, with a vast canopy like an umbrella, and dense and lush leaves.Following his example, Fu Changting raised his glass and drank it in one gulp: "I've been to Siguo Cliff."

Han Ji's bamboo chopsticks were stuck in mid-air.

Fu Changting's upright face rarely showed a bit of embarrassment: "Master ordered me to check to see if the younger brother is truly repentant."

Sure enough, how could Fu Changting, who is a model of Zhongnan, make mistakes?Facing the teasing in the ghost's eyes, Fu Changting fell silent.

"What happened next?" Han Yu asked.

The Taoist recalled for a while, then shook his head: "A mistake is a mistake, there is no difference whether you have intention or not."

It is conceivable that the younger brother must have been punished additionally.If it is true that good and evil are rewarded, how many sins must be committed in the past life to meet such a true brother in this life?Han Yu sighed.

Fu Changting on the other end didn't know the reason for his sighing, and looked at him with awe-inspiring eyes, puzzled: "If you make a mistake, you should be punished, how can you tolerate it?"

Han Ji sighed again: "You wooden Taoist..."

The drunk ghost was very talkative, as if he wanted to talk about everything that was suffocating in his heart during the day.

Pointing to the soil beside the tree, he told Fu Changting, "Originally, Chu Yu lived there."

Chuyu is a cluster of hydrangeas with a light green ring around the edges of the petals.The woman transformed by the flower essence has a sweet smile, curved eyebrows and deep dimples.

"At first, she said she didn't want to marry. Hehe, girl, how can you be a girl for the rest of your life without marrying someone?" Besides, for non-humans, one life is the same as life after life.

Speaking of the first rain, the drunk's expression became extremely gentle, erasing the disguise of alienation and disdain. He sat at the stone table and looked down at the soil under the tree.Weathered by the wind and the sun, it has become the same as the surrounding area, and there is no trace of being dug up and refilled.However, in Han Yu's eyes, the smiling woman with her hijab half lifted was still standing there, speaking softly and singing softly.

Fu Changting couldn't help guessing, what kind of time did that girl Chuyu spend with him that made him miss her so much?

Han Ji, who was still lost in his thoughts, couldn't see the doubt between Fu Changting's eyebrows, bit the rim of his cup, and babbled about all the relevant and irrelevant trivial matters.

He said that Chuyu reads books, female celebrities are also good, and You like to make clothes for him.

Fu Changting thought of the new clothes in Han Yu's closet that he had never worn.From the inside to the outside, summer shirts and winter jackets are all available.

But there are times when a gentle and elegant woman turns her brows upside down and roars like a lion roaring in the east, then he must have made a mistake again.

"She doesn't like to hear me mention the past." Han Yu said, his eyes turned from the wine in the cup to Fu Changting under the moon with a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling, "She really admires you. I'll tease her, if Zhenjun Ziyang really sees you , without asking the reason, you will be scattered with a palm of thunder and fire."

Fu Changting lowered his eyes, staring blankly at the severed finger on his hand.

Han Ji stopped talking, turned the porcelain cup in his hand, and looked at the wine with his face reflected in the cup: "She asked me, at least it is better to die under his hands than to be restrained and drown in blood day and night. Crying and whining, isn't it?"

"Hehehehe..." After finishing speaking, Guimei laughed first.

Like Chu Yu in his mouth, he would bend his eyes when he smiled, and Fu Changting drank his wine in silence, listening to his rambling drunken talk.

Almonds love money, hawthorns are greedy.Rabbit's happiest thing every day is to pick up a copper coin from the street besides cleaning his front teeth.He was born obsessed with all shiny things, that was his nature, and he couldn't change it even if he wanted to.It was because he was greedy for a small piece of bronze mirror in the haystack that he fell into the hunter's trap and almost lost his life.

Civet cats like to be lazy the most. They never sit when they can lie down, and never stand when they can sit.Therefore, there has been no progress in cultivation, except for maintaining the human form, there are only small techniques such as turning some stones into steamed buns and withered grass into pillows.

"Since I was caught by you last time and suppressed by spells for a night, it can't even maintain its human form for long." A little bit wronged, a little bit regretful, a little bit annoyed, Han Ji reprimanded.

The Taoist thought for a while with a sullen face, knowing that his fault was on his own side, so he stood up respectfully, picked up the jug, filled his wine glass, then raised his own wine glass, bent down and apologized: "You have wronged the son's family!" Slave, the fault lies in the impoverished way."

This Taoist priest is so serious that he never knows what is a joke, what is a joke, and what is ulterior motives.

Han Yu waved his hand helplessly: "You, you..." What can I say about you?Said that you are troubled by everything.

Back to almonds and hawthorn.In fact, they also have merits.Almond is a good accountant, and has never missed a copper coin.Living in the world, there is always food and clothing.Turning stones into gold and throwing beans into soldiers is nonsense in legends.It is all thanks to Xingren's careful planning that he can take down this small shop and the backyard.

After Chu Yu left, everything in the house was handled by Hawthorn.

"Master, it's time to eat pears this season."

"Master, drink more old duck soup in summer, it will be a great tonic."

"Master, when the weather gets colder, buy a piece of mutton and go to the bar."

It gives me a headache to think of its stupid drooling, but it is also because of him that these long and boring years have become interesting.The ups and downs, all the flavors in the world, all spread from the tip of the tongue to the heart, and then you can taste a little bit of it, which is the vivid color and fragrance that only this smoky world can have.

"They say it's better to be a human than a demon," Han Yu said.

Ask them why, but they can't tell.Tilting her head and thinking for a long time, Qiqi Ai Ai spit out a sentence: "It's nothing, just be a good person. It takes a hundred years of cultivation to look like a person, how precious!"

"They are very good." In the end, Han Yu concluded.

Night after night, Han Yu dragged Fu Changting to drink, chatting and chaotic, talking to him over and over again, Chu Yu, Shanzha, Xingren, and occasionally even mentioned Li Ji, talking about their encounter , get acquainted, get along.The drizzle that fell on the petals when the first rain bloomed, the almonds filled a whole box of bronze mirror fragments, the hawthorn snacks that were hidden under the ledger and were dragged away by mice... They kept talking about ghosts without care, every day Every word, every word, every sentence, is all concerned, all nostalgic, and all nostalgic.

Fu Changting rubbed the wine glass in his hand and listened silently.

"They're not bad, really." Before he passed out, Han Yu tried his best to support the table, and said solemnly, "They don't know anything, and they haven't done anything."

He has seen anger, determination, sarcasm, laughter, hurt and struggle in his eyes, and he has also seen the emptiness in which he was distracted by memories.This ghost had so many faces that his eyes were dazzled, and it was almost impossible to tell the real from the fake.But at this moment, under the bleak moonlight, the huge tree shadow twisted in shape, climbing from the feet to the shoulders of the two.Ghost aura, death aura, demonic aura, evil aura, resentment aura... vaguely present, faintly visible, surrounding them.

The ghost ignored him completely, and stared at him with wide eyes.

Fu Changting saw the begging in Han Yu's eyes.