Folk Tale: Night Tour of Hundred Ghosts

Yunshan Temple.

Surrounded by green bamboos, it is evergreen all the year round, but it looks a little gloomy, just like the owner of this bamboo forest hut.

He sat in the courtyard and played chess alone as usual, he couldn't remember how long he had been away.

Just looking up to have a cup of tea, I realized that the peach tree planted in the courtyard was full of flowers.

"I don't know where I am now...".He suddenly thought of Daoyuan and couldn't help sighing.

"Uncle Master...".He pushed open the door, he sat thoughtfully as usual, raised his head and saw Daoyuan, everything was like a dream.Random thoughts: If I really can get what I want, why can't Jin Que be brought back to life?Even if it's just to meet him?

"I'm back." He was always like this, even if his heart was turbulent, he would not show it on his face.His words and actions are always so indifferent that people can't figure out his preferences.It's just that Daoyuan doesn't care about these things, he always feels that his uncle is a different person.

"Bringing friends?" Sui Yuan saw Wen Yan following behind.

"kindness……".Daoyuan didn't know whether Wen Yan was his friend, but he was actually more like his benefactor.

"Have you met Master?" Sui Yuan asked.

Daoyuan shook his head and said: "Actually... I came back this time to ask my uncle for something."

"What's the matter?" Suiyuan picked up the teacup and prepared to take a sip.

"We became the patrons of Lord Hou's mansion, and Lord Hou is Xing...".

The teacup in his hand trembled, before Daoyuan finished speaking, he said: "Daoyuan, you should know that I have sworn not to leave Yunshan."

"Uncle Master, did you ever recognize Xing Ye...".

"Don't mention him to me." Only a "bang" was heard, and the teacup in Sui Yuan's hand shattered.

"Uncle Master...".

"That's enough, don't mention him to me. His business has nothing to do with me."

"What if he was going to die...".Daoyuan still didn't give up.

"Then let him die." The man's words did not have any warmth, and Dao Yuan doubted that these words could come from his uncle's mouth. "If he wants to go to the funeral, you must inform me in time. On that day, I will open his coffin and stab the knife into his chest to relieve the hatred in my heart."

"Master, you..."

"Don't persuade me anymore, you go...".

After Sui Yuan finished speaking, he got up and left. The moment he turned around, a strong wind hit and swept away the petals on the peach blossom tree. The petals danced with the wind, lifted up, and drifted into the distance.

Daoyuan was frustrated, he had never seen his uncle like this.It seemed that he had a deep blood feud with that person, and he couldn't even mention his name.He sat alone on the threshold of the bamboo house.

Wen Yan squatted down and squeezed beside him, the threshold was relatively small, Dao Yuan moved aside.

Wen Yan looked up at the bamboo forest, and said, "This is where you grew up."

Daoyuan nodded.

Wen Yan asked, "What are you thinking?"

Dao Yuan replied: "I was wondering why my uncle did this. I didn't even say what happened to that man, yet he lost his temper with me so much."

"But it proves a point."

"What was confirmed?"

"The man in the capital is indeed not your uncle." Wen Yan said to Daoyuan: "Your uncle has no evil spirit." After speaking, he patted his head mischievously and said: "And he is still the same as you, with a head There is no hair on the top. The man has long hair."

"What are we going to do now?"

"Go back and press."

"Let's go back now, then my uncle..."

"It's useless even if you stay here, he won't listen to you."

"Indeed." Dao Yuan nodded in agreement.

Wen Yan got up and patted the dust off his buttocks. Daoyuan was still sitting, he stretched out his hand, and the little monk reached out to hold his hand, and he pulled him up.

"Little monk." He called out.

"What's the matter?" Dao Yuan said.

"It's nothing." Wen Yan shrugged with a smile, and just said, "Suddenly I want to call you."

"What?" Daoyuan was confused by Wen Yan.

Wen Yan looked at Yunshan and said, "So the place where you grew up looked like this."

"What do you think?" Daoyuan asked.

"Not great, not too bad."

"What you said doesn't mean you didn't say anything."

"Just like you." Wen Yan didn't forget to joke.

Daoyuan seemed to be used to it, and the two walked down the mountain side by side.Daoyuan always remembered how apprehensive he was when he first went down the mountain, but now that he had Wen Yan by his side, he felt much more at ease.Unknowingly, he was relying on Wen Yan.He doesn't know it yet.

"Will you go to the road where I met you that day?" Wen Yan asked.

Daoyuan nodded and said, "En."

"What were you doing there then?" Dao Yuan asked.

"I was going to abduct a lady from a great family and go back to the cottage to be the wife of the village. I didn't expect to save an old man, and she was a monk." Wen Yan complained, Daoyuan smiled, and didn't believe his words.

At this moment, a man in white followed behind them.

"Ayuan." He stopped Daoyuan.

Daoyuan looked back. "Uncle Master...".The man was wearing a white brocade gown, with a white cap on his head, and dressed in white, so elegant that he was different from usual.

"He's really going to die," he asked him.

"I'm not dead yet, but... I'm close to death...".Daoyuan didn't want to continue.

"In that case, I will go down the mountain with you to have a look."

"Uncle, you really..."

"I just want to see how he died." He said coldly, put on the hat on the cloak, and walked all the way down the mountain.

Wen Yan had no choice but to walk to Daoyuan's side and said, "You are really hard to mess with, uncle."

Daoyuan heard this, and replied: "So you'd better not mess with him."

Wen Yan rarely replied obediently: "Why should I provoke him." After saying this, he added: "If I want to provoke you, I will also provoke you."

Daoyuan was powerless to refute after hearing this, and followed his uncle's footsteps down the mountain.

Beijing.

Marquis Mansion.

The boy opened the door and asked, "Where have you been these few days? Lord Hou is looking for you?" Seeing a man in white clothes behind them, he asked, "Who is that man?"

"He is my uncle, who came to join Lord Hou."

"That's good too. Master Hou is hosting a banquet in the lobby, so go quickly."

"Go here."

After speaking, Daoyuan and his party hurried away.

The house was singing and dancing, and a group of dancers in red danced around in circles. When they separated, he walked through the group of people in white clothes and a silver mask on his head. He sat in front and saw him at a glance.Next to Xing Ye was a man, whose face was the same as before he was shaved.This also surprised Suiyuan.

"Who is here?" Seeing that Suiyuan suddenly appeared and interrupted his appreciation of singing and dancing, Xing Ye shouted impatiently.

"He is my uncle...he also came to seek refuge with Lord Hou...".Daoyuan didn't finish his sentence, because Suiyuan raised his hand to make Daoyuan stop.

Only his gaze could be seen from the silver mask, he looked at the man on the stage, slowly backed away, and said: "If you don't want to disturb Lord Hou Yaxing, I will leave."

"Did the king allow you to go?"

"Then what do you want from me?"

Just when the two were about to quarrel, the man beside Xing Ye spoke.He said: "My head is not feeling well today, probably the cold wind is blowing too much, I should go back and rest earlier."

Seeing this, Xing Ye hugged the man next to him, and whispered in his ear: "Okay, Ah Qing, you can do whatever you want."

The man under the stage saw the man with the same appearance as himself nestled in his arms, and didn't know how to feel.Perhaps, he had already recognized him?That look was just for him to see?It's been a long time since I saw him, and he couldn't figure out that person's heart.He only knew that the man was cruel and smart, and nothing could be hidden from his eyes.So when Daoyuan said that he was going to die, he didn't believe it.

The banquet dissipated, but the Lord Hou's mansion never turned off the lights, and the lights were brightly lit all night.

He leaned against the door, crossed his hands, and the hair on his head had fallen. In fact, he should have left the mundane world long ago, but he...

"It's late at night, why are you wearing a mask to scare people?"

He was speechless, never thought that he would come, but just looked at him with a pair of cold eyes.

Xing Ye blushed, holding the jug in his hand, after saying that, he touched Sui Yuan's mask with his fingers, but he didn't take it off, but just stroked back and forth on his chin.

Sui Yuan said coldly: "To each other, Master Hou also comes out at night to scare people."

"I'm just passing through here."

"Then I'm not delaying Lord Hou. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, why doesn't Lord Hou leave?"

"Yeah yeah……".Xing Ye patted his hands lightly, walked forward with an unknown smile.

Suiyuan still didn't enter the house, and soon, there was the sound of wandering in the room in front of him.

He looked at the room and thought: He still likes him as before, so much that he can find a man with the same appearance to replace him, but he doesn't understand what's the use of that?Even if they look the same, that person will not be him, doesn't he understand?Ah Qing, even his name is the same as before?Does that person really matter?Are you really willing to be your own substitute?Suiyuan didn't have time to think, and didn't want to think about it, maybe he shouldn't go down the mountain.He really thought he was going to die, that's why he came down the mountain to meet him, and he still had a little pity for him, or maybe he hated him.

He didn't want to see him again, that's why he was ordained and married. He didn't expect that after ten years, everything would still be the same.He still didn't let go of his hatred for him, and he still didn't let go of his love for himself.When is the liberation?

If one day he became a Buddha according to fate, he asked the Buddha why there is love that cannot be obtained in this world?Will there be death?Will there be pain?

How can he get the answer?

Suiyuan didn't want to go into the house anymore, the lingering sound in the room didn't stop all night, disturbing him so that he couldn't be at peace.

He seemed to have had a very long dream about what happened that year.

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