Jiajing Spiritual Records

When Ning Huan woke up in a daze, he found that he was already lying on the bed, with a mahogany carved bed curtain above his head.The door creaked open, "Are you awake?" Su Xian came over with the medicine.

"Where is this place?" Ning Huan struggled to get up and asked.

"In an inn in Xi'an Prefecture." Su Xian replied.

"Xi'an Mansion?" Ning Huan's voice suddenly rose, his eyes widened, and he looked at Su Xian with an incredulous expression, "We, why did we come to Xi'an Mansion?"

"Come out is already the boundary of Xi'an Prefecture."

"How could this be..." Ning Huan murmured.Xi'an Mansion is at least one hundred and eight thousand miles away from Chaozhou. Yesterday they were fleeing for their lives in Xu Village under Chaozhou. How did they arrive at Xi'an Mansion overnight?

"Have you heard of ghosts carrying people?" Su Xian asked without looking up, stirring the medicine in the bowl with a spoon.

"Ghost carrying people?" Ning Huan shook his head.

"It is said that there was a woodcutter in Hongzhou in the Tang Dynasty who went up to the mountain to cut firewood. He planned to go home at sunset, but he couldn't find his way back. When he finally found a trace of people at sunrise, he was already in Yizhou thousands of miles away." Suxian put the medicine bowl on the shelf. put it on the table, dragged a bench and placed it next to Ning Huan's bed, "The folks can't explain this weird phenomenon, so they usually call it ghost-backed people. In fact, it's simple, it's like a formation , appeared at a certain time and place, and acted on the right time, place and people at the same time, and could travel through ancient and modern times and across space.”

"So we can run from Chaozhou to Xi'an Mansion?"

Su Xian nodded: "I guess, this is why Xu Village in Qin Dynasty appeared in Chaozhou."

Ning Huan thought: "So, the person in that copper coffin is really Qin Ershi?"

"Ninety-nine is not far from ten. Although the stone chamber was built in imitation of the Lishan Mausoleum, with mercury as the rivers and seas, but the scale is not large, it seems to have been built in a hurry. The first emperor was keen on the way of immortality, and the father and son inherited it. The second generation is probably the same. How much, but in the end he was tricked by Xu Fu into the copper coffin. Although Qin died in the second generation, he was born as a king anyway, and his dragon spirit is still in his body." Suxian snorted softly, "Everyone knows that the eunuch Zhao Gao forced him to die. The Second, I never thought that he fulfilled the last step in Xu Fu's formation, allowing him to survive for so many years."

"Then we first saw the dragon..." Su Xian nodded, "It was him."

Ning Huan let out a long sigh, recalling Shishi's desolate expression on Qin Ershi's last look, and whispered: "Maybe he also regretted it in the end."

"Everyone wants to live forever, but there is no such good thing as immortality in this world." Su Xian took the cold medicine on the table, sat on the bench beside the bed, asked for a spoonful and brought it in front of Ning Huan , Said: "Hurry up and drink it." Ning Huan suddenly realized that his hands had been balled up into rice dumplings and he couldn't move.After a while, Ning Huan raised his head in a daze, and said with a mournful face, "Su Xian! I can't feel my hands!"

Su Xian was still holding the medicine spoon by Ning Huan's mouth. He glanced at the two "zongzi" that were close to his nose, and explained: "The two wounds on your hands are too deep. It will only be like this after soaking in water for a long time. After drinking the medicine for a while, it will be fine."

"But why is my head heavy too?" Ning Huan avoided the medicine spoon by his mouth calmly, and sighed slightly, "It's probably because I haven't had a good rest these days. On the table, drink by myself when I wake up." After finishing speaking, he groaned and crawled into bed, turned his back to Suxian and remained silent.

Su Xian put down the medicine bowl in his hand, dragged his chin and stared at Ning Huan's back expressionlessly, and tapped his fingers lightly on the wooden board beside the bed.After a while, he finally got up and dragged Ning Huan out of the bed angrily: "I think it's because you soaked in the water for too long, and your brain got flooded."

"Impossible!" Ning Huan was reluctantly forced to sit up, still muttering in a low voice, "There is no way my head can get wet! My father still expects me to raise people in high school and be able to honor my ancestors! Cough cough!" Ning Huan was choked by the medicine juice that Su Xian stuffed directly into his mouth and coughed violently a few times.

"Heh." Su Xian sneered.

Ning Huan looked at Su Xian unwillingly, and muttered in a low voice: "The person who lay down and came out before was obviously you, why are you acting like a normal person?" With medicine in his mouth, Ning Huan suddenly thought, "By the way, Did you wake up in the end. That mermaid bead...cough cough! Master Su! Can you wait for me to swallow this first before feeding it."

"There are a lot of things." Su Xian snorted softly, but his flushed cheeks slightly glanced to the side unnaturally, the long shattered hair on his forehead covered his downcast eyes, he stared at the medicine in the bowl, and muttered softly He said, "I never fed anyone else."

While feeding the medicine, Su Xian asked, "How did you come up with the idea to open that copper coffin?"

Ning Huan frowned, swallowed the bitter medicine with great difficulty, and mumbled: "I saw that he has been afraid to come to my side, and I thought it was probably because he was afraid of the things in the coffin. "

Su Xian stopped moving, frowned and looked at Ning Huan like a fool: "So you drained most of the blood from your body?"

"Hey, isn't there no way at that time? I saw that you couldn't beat him again, so you had to save yourself. Wouldn't it be useful in the end!"

"You still blame me?" Su Xian said angrily, "I'm really sorry, I'm the one who dragged you down."

Ning Huan retorted without hesitation towards Su Xian's anger, which was strong from the outside and in the middle: "I haven't said anything about you yet. If I can't beat you, why should I say harsh words! I haven't heard of staying on the front line in everything, so we can meet again in the future?"

Su Xian gritted his teeth, and snorted, "Am I talking cruelly? That's arrogance! Besides, what do you need to meet that old monster in the future?"

"All right, all right, don't poke your medicine spoon into my nostrils yet." Ning Huan curled his lips, and after thinking about it, he still had some doubts, so he asked, "Actually, I wasn't sure at the time, but since Xu Fu was afraid of the second generation Come out, want to use my blood as a blood mark, why can I still open the copper coffin."

Su Xian raised his eyes and asked, "Did you spill all the blood on Yang Yu?"

Ning Huan was a little uncertain: "Probably?"

"Yang Dun Shun Yi Qi Ni Bu, you are a blind cat who has bumped into a dead mouse." Su Xian rolled his eyes and snorted, "It's really not easy for us to come out alive."

Ning Huan puffed his cheeks, with displeasure written all over his face, he suddenly thought: "By the way, have you reported this to the higher authorities?"

Su Xian shook his head: "It's best that only you and I know about this matter." Seeing Su Xian's serious face, Ning Huan nodded.Xu Fu is dead, but he has indeed lived for a thousand years, and the person above him will miss him.

Ning Huan spent half a month recuperating from his injuries in the inn, laying on the bed and constantly muttering about his failure to go to the Chenghua Festival, with a heartbroken look on his face.Su Xian was so annoyed every day, he patiently brought tea and water to the person on the bed, until he promised Ning Huan to take him to the Huachao Festival next year, finally his ears became clearer.

Half a month passed, and finally Ning Huan's injury was almost healed, and the two decided to return to Beijing immediately.

The journey was surprisingly smooth, but as soon as Su Xian arrived in the capital, he was called away by the guards on duty.Ning Huan simply rode his horse for a stroll in the street alone, and happened to run into his classmates Zhang Sheng and Li Sheng.Seeing the sad faces of the two, he dismounted and asked, "What happened?"

Seeing that it was Ning Huan, the two exchanged pleasantries for a while.

"Going out for a long trip. How come you two are frowning, what happened?" Ning Huan asked.

Zhang Sheng explained that Wang, who was originally a classmate, died suddenly a few days ago.Because he has never married a wife, the family organized a ghost marriage for him.The students have all received invitations, and are wondering whether to go or not.

Ning Huan thought about it, this Wang Sheng was kind and kind on weekdays, and treated himself well.After several months of tempering, Ning Huan didn't have much taboo about ghosts and gods, thinking that if Wang Sheng's family sent someone to send an invitation, he would go there himself.

Ning Huan and Zhang Sheng and Li Sheng bid farewell, returned home and greeted Ning's father and Ning's mother and went back to the room.Butler Ning Sizheng entered the door with a letter, "Master, someone sent a letter outside the door."

"Uncle Ning, put it on the table." Ning Huan tore open the envelope and found an invitation card inside.During the Prince period, Wang Sheng's name was written on the top of the white wax cover, with the word "Xixi" written in red in the middle.Ning Huan glanced at the date on the sticker, it was tomorrow.He put the invitation card on the table, the maids boiled water, and Ning Huan fell asleep after taking a shower.In the early morning of the next day, Ning Huan called the two servants in his family "Ning Fu" and "Ning Gui", and rode to the north of the city.

There was no one on the road, and after two hours, they arrived at Wang Sheng's house in the north of the city.The gate of the king's house was closed tightly, and the word "Wang's house" on the plaque in the middle was surrounded by groups of white silk. The gate and the pillars were covered with white "Xixi" characters, and white paper money was sprinkled on the ground.

Ning Gui looked at the scene in front of him, turned to look at his young master and tremblingly said: "Master, this is..."

"Knock on the door." Ning Huan got off his horse and walked directly to the gate of the palace.

"Hey, hey, okay." Ning Gui followed Ning Huan and knocked on the door with his head down.

"Squeak!" The door opened, and an old face poked out from behind the door, asking in a hoarse voice, "Who is it?".

Ning Huan stepped forward and bowed, handed over the invitation with both hands, and said, "I'm Ziqi's classmate." Most of the seams were opened: "Come in."

When Ning Huan stepped into the palace, there were quite a few people inside.The crowd whispered incessantly, with a hint of uneasiness on their faces, and occasionally a few people saw Ning Huan passing by and frowned and looked at him.Ning Huan glanced around and found no familiar classmates, it seemed that he was the only one here this time.

Ning Huan was a guest and was arranged to sit on the left side of the lobby.According to the custom of Yin marriage, the bodies of men and women are finally buried together.The black wooden coffin was brought in, and most of the lid was raised. Ning Huan saw a pale face, and the bright red bridegroom was dressed in joy. Ning Huan could no longer recognize that familiar face because of the swelling of the corpse.It has been seven days since the dead body lay still, and when the coffin lid was opened, there was a strong stench around it.

Ning Huan looked out the door, waiting for everyone to bring in the bride's coffin.The lobby was filled with people sitting in darkness, but it maintained a deathly silence. Everyone's face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and their expressions could not be seen clearly.Rows of white candles were burning on both sides, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the pale "Xixi" in the middle.There was the sound of chanting sutras outside the door. Following the sound from far to near, another black wooden coffin was carried into the house by eight people. I don't know if it was Ning Huan's illusion. He always felt that the patterns on the coffin were Where have I seen it.Sanqing Mountain?Ning Huan shook his head, and immediately broke this unrealistic idea.Which family will find a murderous ghost to marry.

"Bow to heaven and earth!" Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.Wang Sheng's spiritual throne was held high by the younger brother of the family, and he bowed deeply towards the outside.It stands to reason that the ceremony of the yin relatives is replaced by blood relatives of the two families, but now there is only Wang Sheng, a younger brother of the same family in the hall.Ning Huan looked around suspiciously, but did not find the bride's family.

"Second obeisance to the high hall!" Wang Sheng's parents sat in the hall, both of them were wearing a pair of loose black clothes, and they accepted the kneeling with a blank gaze.

"Bye husband and wife!"

"Buried!!!"

"It's a crime." Ning Huan heard someone beside him sigh in a low voice.

Suona sounded.Can't tell whether it's joy or sorrow.Wang Sheng's body was carried out and put into a larger coffin.Everyone seemed to be jealous of something, and instead of opening the lid of the bride's coffin, they put it in carefully.The coffin lid was finally closed, and handfuls of soil were sprinkled on the coffin lid.

"Young master? Are we leaving now?" Ning Fu and Ning Gui couldn't wait to leave. You must know that the young master is here to attend the wedding banquet of the dead, and they wouldn't rush to come even if they were killed.

Ning Huan nodded, and was about to say goodbye to Father Wang.Suddenly the wind blew up, and it was dark all around, and the wind was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes. The red "Xixi" characters on the wall were lifted off one by one, the white paper money was rolled up in the air, and the soil that had just been covered on the coffin Blown away by the strong wind, revealing the black coffin lid below...

"Cover the soil!" Someone yelled.

"The corpse has been raised, something is going to happen!"

"Diamond Sutra! Quickly recite the Diamond Sutra."

Two men in monk's robes hurried over, muttering words uncontrollably.The wind gradually stopped, and the movement finally died down.The last handful of soil has fallen, and the shovel pressed it hard, the burial is over, and the ghost marriage is completed.

Everyone's expression seemed to be relieved, Ning Huan looked around, but slowly frowned...