[Complete] The world is a mess

Mr. Jianjia didn't notice Abe Seimei's strange eyes at all, he said with some fear, "If you accidentally eat this melon, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid this snake will eat up all the viscera of Mr. Jian's family."

Abe Seimei hooked his lips and said.

"So, this is really the work of ghosts?" Yuan Boya glanced at the snake, then turned his gaze to Mr. Jian Jia and asked, "Mr. Jian Jia, do you know why?"

"Me?" The Jian family suddenly felt a little angry, he couldn't help lifting his shoulders, and said, "How could I know such a thing!"

"Let this snake tell you why!"

Abe Seimei on the side heard this, held a snake, and said to Mr. Jianjia.

"what?"

Mr. Jian couldn't help but raised his shoulders. He looked at Abe Seimei, a little confused. Fortunately, after Abe Seimei finished speaking, he didn't say much, just smiled at Mr. Jian and said goodbye.

Seeing that he understands the matter and has nothing else to do, Mr. Jian nodded his head.

The three left Mr. Jian's residence, Yuan Boya was still at a loss, if Baili Shangchuan hadn't stopped him at the beginning, he might have spoken out what he was thinking.

"Why exactly?" Yuan Boya looked at Abe Seimei suspiciously.

"That's it," Abe Seimei thought for a while, and said, "For example, the shortest mantra in the world is called: name."

"Name?" Yuan Boya was puzzled, "The name you mentioned, wouldn't it be Qingming, Shangchuan, and Boya?"

"Yes, the so-called mantra, in short, is to bind things or people's hearts." Abe Seimei explained.

"Restrain things or people's hearts?" Yuan Boya was thoughtful.

"Like you, if Yuan Boya's name is bound, without this name..."

Abe Seimei said seriously, but Yuan Boya said in surprise when he heard here, "Don't tell me I don't exist anymore?"

"That's not the case. Even if you don't have a name, you won't disappear in this world." After Abe Seimei finished speaking, he curled his lips into a smile, turned around and left with Baili Shangchuan and followed the swimming snake.

Yuan Boya thought for a while, but still couldn't figure it out. He hurried a few steps, caught up, and said to Abe Seimei, "I still don't understand what you mean."

"You don't have to understand, because the snake will tell us."

Baili Shangchuan looked at the snake swimming faster and faster in front of him, and explained to Yuan Boya with a smile.

"Can snakes really talk?" Yuan Boya looked at the snake in surprise, his eyes sparkling.

"Whether the snake can talk, you will know when the time comes!" Baili Shangchuan blinked at Yuan Boya.

"En!" Yuan Boya nodded, staring at the wandering snake seriously.

Yuan Boya is really easy to deceive.

When Baili Shangchuan saw this, he couldn't help curling his lips. He felt that he had no sense of accomplishment in lying to him, but why did Qingming always like to tease him?

What a strange bad taste!

The three of them followed the snake through the bustling street and came to a bridge. The snake slipped under the bridge along the gap on the side of the bridge. Seeing this, the three of them went down from the slope beside the bridge and looked towards the snake. down position.

"There." Abe Seimei raised his chin, looked at a rotting corpse by the river and said, "Maybe he committed suicide after being abandoned by a man."

Yuan Boya frowned as he looked at the rotting corpse by the river.

"A heart that hates people can also become a spell." Seimei Abe explained.

"So, is that the real face of a ghost?" Yuan Boya said, looking at the snake emerging from the rotting corpse.

"The human heart can become a ghost, and it can also become a Buddha." After Abe Seimei finished speaking, he looked sideways at Yuan Boya and said, "Do you want to know where that woman is?"

"Where is she?" Yuan Boya wondered.

"You also know that place." Baili Shangchuan explained.

"I know too?" Yuan Boya was still puzzled.

The three returned to Mr. Jian's residence before sunset, walked in, walked through the courtyard, and walked under the pine tree. Abe Seimei looked to the southeast and said to Yuan Boya, "She's there."

"Ah?" Yuan Boya heard the sound, and could only see Mr. Jian sitting in the room reading a book through the rolling curtain, and nothing else, "I can only see Mr. Jian, and no one else. !"

"Don't you understand?" Baili Shangchuan looked at the ignorant Yuan Boya and sighed.

"Understand what?" Yuan Boya asked back.

Baili Shangchuan reached out and patted Yuan Boya, and said, "Look at it again now."

Yuan Boya looked at Mr. Jian Jia again in doubt. At this moment, he saw a woman lying on Mr. Jian's shoulder. The woman's face was rotten and her whole body was wet.

"That, that's a ghost!"

Yuan Boya was so shocked that he could hardly speak coherently.

"Not bad." Abe Seimei was very concerned about Baili Shangchuan's move. He glanced at Baili Shangchuan, only to see Baili Shangchuan wink at him, and didn't say anything.

"Consolate the bones in the river and bury them, and this woman will disappear and re-enter reincarnation."

Abe Seimei knew that Baili Shangchuan was not going to explain, so he just finished speaking to Yuan Boya, turned around and left with Baili Shangchuan.

The two got into the bullock cart, and Baili Shangchuan looked sideways at Abe Seimei and said, "Do you really believe that Yuan Boya will condolences to that woman?"

"I believe he will," Abe Seimei replied with a smile, "because he is a good person!"

"It's the first time I've heard this word from Qingming." Baili Shangchuan replied.

"That's because I haven't met a rotten and kind person like Yuan Boya," Abe Seimei said to Yuan Boya, and couldn't help but smile deeper, "It's kind that people can't help but want to bully him."

"It's the first time I know, so Qingming, you are also quite wicked!" Baili Shangchuan said.

The two talked to each other, and quickly returned to the house on the outskirts of the city.

"Master Seimei, Master Shangchuan, you are finally back!" The honey worms were flying around in the courtyard, and when they saw the two of them back, they happily returned to their girlish appearance, and ran over jumping up and down, shouting happily.

"Ah, we're back," Abe Seimei smiled and patted Honey Bug's head, then turned and went to the tea room.

When Baili Shangchuan saw Abe Seimei like this, his heart moved, and he said to Abe Seimei, "Seimei, are you interested in watching a good show with me?"

"Good show?" Abe Seimei was taken aback for a moment, and then he seemed to realize something, "Do you want to watch Yuan Boya?"

"Not bad!" Seeing that Abe Seimei had guessed his thoughts, Baili Shangchuan said directly, "Let's see what Yuan Boya is doing now?"

Saying that, Baili Shangchuan stretched out his hand and touched the air a little, a circle of ripples appeared in the air, and Yuan Boya's figure appeared in the air.

"The art of imagery?" Abe Seimei looked at Baili Shangchuan's hand and said, but he soon discovered that it was not an imagery technique. He looked sideways at Baili Shangchuan and saw that Baili Shangchuan did not explain. , and put out the thought of asking, and began to look at Yuan Boya.

At this moment, Yuan Boya was playing the flute at the back door of Zhuquemen, the sound of the flute was whining and complaining.

Suddenly, Yuan Boya seemed to have seen something, stopped, and stretched out a woman's hand from the bullock cart that had been parked outside the door, but the woman did not appear, she just opened the curtain a little bit, and said softly Asking Yuan Boya, "What happened?"

"Is it my illusion? Before yesterday, the two stars were side by side."

When Yuan Boya said this, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and happily approached the woman's ox cart, and said, "It must be that the two hearts are connected and merged into one, don't you think so?"

The woman heard Yuan Boya's words, pondered for a while, and said with some sadness in her tone, "The life of that star must have ended."

Yuan Boya heard this, looked up at the sky and said, "Then, isn't it too pitiful that there is only one star left?"

"No matter what, Lord Boya's flute sound is really beautiful." The woman's tone was very soft, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Actually, today, I saw the skeleton of a very poor woman," Yuan Boya sighed, and said with some sadness, "The sound of the flute tonight is just to comfort her."

"Master Boya's compassionate thoughts must be heard by her." After the woman finished speaking, Yuan Boya couldn't help but smile. He mustered up the courage to turn around, looked at the bullock cart, and said excitedly, "Please, Please tell me your name tonight!"

After the woman heard this, she put down her hand, and the curtain covered the only place where she could see the figure of the woman. Yuan Boya couldn't help being a little disappointed seeing this.

The woman opened the juniper fan and made a "swipe" sound, and the boy standing aside hurried over and pulled the ox cart away.

Yuan Boya looked at the shadow of the bullock cart gradually going away, couldn't help it, and was even more disappointed.

Baili Shangchuan and Abe Seimei watched the woman's ox cart drive into the palace, and Abe Seimei suddenly let out a "huh".

"It turned out to be her?"

"You know her?"

Baili Shangchuan looked sideways at Abe Seimei and asked doubtfully.

Abe Seimei didn't answer, but just nodded, obviously he didn't want to say anything. Seeing this, Baili Shangchuan stopped asking.

Not long after, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the curtains were blown "squeaky" by the wind, and even the trees were shaken back and forth, as if they were about to be broken.

Abe Seimei looked into the distance through the curtain blown by the wind, "It seems that there is going to be a heavy rain."

Before the words were finished, a bolt of lightning was heard, illuminating the dark night in an instant, and accompanied by the sound of thunder, heavy rain fell.

The rain hit the curtain with a "pop" sound. Abe Seimei walked over and rolled up the curtain. The wind and rain wet his hunting clothes, but he didn't care at all.

"It's so windy tonight!"

Baili Shangchuan watched the rain splashing on the stream in the yard, blending with the stream.

"Did you know that stormy nights are the favorite days of ghosts and gods."