Can you give me the broken impermanence?

It was drizzling outside the old door, but the rain could not relieve the sweltering heat inside the house.

At this moment, the shopkeeper of Laifu Inn was looking at the man in front of him speechlessly.

The man was thin, with a pair of crystal-clear eyes, and a handsome appearance. He was wearing a mouse-gray cloth, and he was carrying a bag full of patches on his back.

The appearance is very good, but it is a pity that he has a sick look on his face, which is short-lived to anyone.

The shopkeeper said: "Young master, am I not clear enough? This place is haunted by ghosts, and every night there are impermanent and fierce ghosts who take people's lives. No one dares to stay here. Do you still want to live?"

The man covered his lips and coughed twice, then said: "It's exactly what I want, give me a lower-class room."

As he spoke, he pushed the broken silver in his hand to the shopkeeper.

Seeing that the man insisted on going his own way, the shopkeeper sighed twice more, and stopped persuading him, gathered up the broken silver, and handed him a wooden sign: "Go and live in the upper-class room on the second floor, my place will be closed in two days." It’s time to treat your last guest well.”

The shopkeeper is a nice guy.

As Song Qingming thought about it, a little gratitude appeared on his originally indifferent face.

He went up to the second floor with the wooden sign, put down his luggage, took off his clothes that had become damp from the rain, and sat by the window with only his inner clothes on, watching the cloudy and drizzle outside.

Su town is a good place, with outstanding people, but he happened to catch up with the rainy season, and the drizzle was endless, which also aroused the gloom in his heart.

At home, Song Qingming was a well-known lunatic in the village. When he was seven years old, he fell into the river at the entrance of the village. After being rescued, he fell seriously ill and fell into a coma for fifteen days. When the time passed, he opened his eyes suddenly again and woke up.

After that, Song Qingming fell into the root of his illness. Not only did he look sick all day, he also suffered from madness, and he clamored every day to draw a small portrait of impermanence.

Although the villagers respect ghosts and gods, they do not respect the enchanting theory of impermanence. They only say that in the underworld, there is a king of Yinluo who is in charge of affairs, and there are countless ghosts under his command. Impermanence is just the incarnation of lonely ghosts. Just downright stupid.

Song Qingming naturally ignored what other people said, and asked about impermanence everywhere every day, even the old dogs in the village. From time to time, he would squat by the kennel and talk to himself, and the annoying dogs would run straight away when they saw him.

For an unwarranted impermanence, he suffered all the crimes he should have suffered, but the little portrait he wanted to paint never came down.

Because he has no idea what impermanence looks like.

So one morning, Song Qingming packed his bags and decided to go further afield to find the answer.

He was gone, and the people and dogs in the village breathed a sigh of relief.

He was away from home for more than a month, and he inquired about impermanence along the way, and what he got in the end was either a man-made farce or a non-existent rumor.

Someone once asked him why he was so obsessed with painting small portraits of impermanence?

But Song Qingming himself didn't know the answer.

He doesn't know why his attachment arises, let alone what fruit this attachment seeks.

Recalling all kinds of things, Song Qingming couldn't help wondering if there was something wrong with his brain.

The silver drizzle outside the window drifted into the window. Song Qingming covered his lips and coughed violently. It took a long while to relieve a little, his face became paler, so he closed the window and walked back into the house.

The wish is not fulfilled, but the body is getting worse day by day.

Song Qingming walked to his luggage and searched for it.

After arranging the pen and paper, he took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from it.

This is a spell he bought from an old Taoist a few days ago. It is said that it is extremely powerful and can easily calm evil spirits and ghosts.

If it is true as the shopkeeper said, it is the ghost of impermanence that is haunting here, then as soon as the impermanence appears tonight, he will use this talisman to subdue the ghost, and then carefully look at its face, draw a small portrait, and then it will be gone. Put an end to your ignorant obsessions.

When Song Qingming was confidently looking at the yellow talisman in his hand, a voice came from outside the door.

"Shopkeeper, give me an inferior room."

It was a man's voice as clear as a cold spring, deep but pleasant.

Is someone staying at the store again?

Song Qingming walked to the door curiously, opened a small gap, and looked downstairs.

I could just see the back of the man.

Dressed in black, the silver crown tied up his ink-like black hair, leaving a ponytail-like hair hanging on his straight back.

The shopkeeper's voice sounded from a corner Song Qingming couldn't see: "Guest officer, it's better to find a place to stay elsewhere, I can't live here."

Man: "Since it's an inn, why can't it accommodate people?"

Shopkeeper: "To be honest, I am haunted at night, who would dare to live in a haunted inn? Naturally, there are no people to live in."

The man said, "Haunted? Just what I want."

After the man's voice fell, Song Qingming heard the sound of silver hitting the wooden board.

Hearing this heavy voice, the money given by the man is definitely much more than what he gave. Looking at the clothes, he should be a kid from a rich family. How can he live in a second-class house?

Song Qingming felt strange in his heart, and the shopkeeper over there also muttered strangely: "Why are you rushing to hell..."

Going back to muttering, the shopkeeper stopped blocking the man, and handed over a wooden sign for a superior room: "I don't have anyone living here, so you can go to the superior room."

Man: "No, just give me a second-class room."

The shopkeeper was startled, and after a while he changed the wooden signboard for the inferior room and handed it over.

Seeing that the man was about to turn around, Song Qingming hurriedly closed the door tightly, went back to the house and sat down at the table, quietly waiting for the haunting.

downstairs.

When Xie Yu turned around, he deliberately glanced at the second floor.

This haunted place, isn't there still a panting...

Soon the sky outside the window darkened.

Because he was afraid of ghosts, the shopkeeper hurriedly left the inn before dark.

Once the shopkeeper left, the inn became eerily quiet.

After dinner, Song Qingming thought that there were only him and the man downstairs in the inn, what if the ghost didn't come to him after a while, but ran downstairs instead?

He picked up the charms on the table and fiddled with them.

If he really didn't come to look for him, he would rush downstairs to save people. Anyway, he wanted to see what the impermanent ghost looked like, so it didn't hurt to help someone.

Just as he was thinking, a gust of cloudy wind blew open the window. The wind was strange, and with a coldness not like a June day, it extinguished the candle lights in the house.

Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness, only the moonlight shining through the window like a gauze.

Realizing the abnormality, Song Qingming immediately squeezed the spell in his hand.

This was the first time he had seen a ghost, he was somewhat nervous, his back tensed, and he held his breath waiting for the ghost to appear.

He stared at the door, but there was no movement at the door for a long time.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a gloomy sound suddenly came from the window behind him.

"my eyes……"

Song Qingming turned his head, his eyes fell on the pale face outside the window.

The ghost had two black eye sockets, and the carrion inside turned out, obviously someone had gouged out the eyes.

Impermanence looks like this?

Song Qingming frowned and thought, faintly feeling that he had found the wrong ghost.

While he was in a trance, the ghost outside the window had crawled in with a twisted and weird posture.

"Eyes...give me your eyes!"

Song Qingming hurriedly came back to his senses, recalling what the old Taoist who sold the charms said, holding the charms between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, stomped his feet vigorously and shouted: "Seize the soul and lock the soul, the corpse will be wiped away!"

After he shouted, he closed his eyes and waited for a while.

He didn't hear anything for a long time, Song Qingming thought that Li Gui had been subdued, so he slowly opened his eyes.

Li Gui stood not far away, with his head tilted, two dark eye sockets facing him, as if he was very confused by his actions.

And the talisman paper was still firmly sandwiched between his fingers.

If the method is correct, shouldn't this talisman paper be burned to ashes?

Song Qingming was wondering, when the ghost moved again.

He hurriedly tried to activate the spell again.

"Seize the soul and lock the soul, the filth of the corpse will be gone!"

He stomped his feet again, and the floor under his feet trembled three times, but the spell still didn't respond at all.

Looking at Li Gui again, his withered hand was almost stretched out in front of his eyes.

Why is the spell not easy to use, the old Taoist looks very deep?Could it be that he was cheated? !

Song Qingming was anxious and stomped his feet with all his might.

As soon as he uttered the word "Ju", there was a crackling sound under his feet, and then his body fell suddenly.

The warm water covered his head, wrapping him tightly.

Choking water in his mouth and nose, Song Qingming fluttered in a panic. After a while, he held on to something, stabilized his figure, and thrust his head out of the water.

He wiped the water off his face and looked at the 'thing' he was holding on to.

A pair of black and white eyes looked at him in shock.

Song Qingming also looked at the handsome man in front of him in shock, and then his gaze began to slowly slide down.

The misty water vapor rises, placing the man in a hazy and ambiguous state, from eyebrows to lips, every inch is exquisite and flawless.

Cold and fair skin, such as the delicate clavicle carved out by a knife, water drops slide down the line of the chest muscles, down to the strong waist, and down...

Seeing the underwater scenery clearly, Song Qingming quickly looked away at a loss, raised his head, pointed at the other party and shouted.

"You, you, why don't you wear clothes?!"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Diary of an Eyeless Ghost:

I met a naive batch at the start of work today, and took a fake talisman to try to suppress ghosts, but I fell downstairs hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

(Song Qingming: Damn! You're the only one who is stupid! Your whole family is all stupid!)

Sui Sui Nian: The new article will be updated after nine o'clock every night, sometimes it will be very late, it is recommended to read it every other day (don't stay up late to cultivate immortals!), because the three-dimensional has another job, so it will be updated on the same day as before if it is too busy Put a leave note, you won't run away for no reason, and you won't be cheated!Chirp! ! !