Doe

Xie Cenguan didn't understand, and Pei Zhen didn't intend to explain, just said he was an old friend.

Everything that's happened so far has been weird.Pei Zhen lowered his eyes and thought, what's wrong with Xi Nanda, this is the holy land of the Masang tribe, how could there be such a heavy cloud?Did something happen?

The room was silent, and he suddenly realized that Baili Jueming hadn't moved for a long time.The two stood up and looked into the outer room.The lights in the outer room went out for some reason. They used candles very sparingly, so they didn't use them if they could.Xie Cenguan picked up the lamp in the back room and walked out, Pei Zhen followed him.He kicked something hard under his feet, Xie Cen turned off the light and took a look, it was the dead bone that was sitting on the rocking chair, someone got it off.Its clothes were gone, and it was lying on its back with its bare bones, its empty eye sockets staring blankly at the zenith.

Not right.

There was a strange sound in the dark corner, Xie Cenguan grabbed Pei Zhen's wrist behind him, and moved forward cautiously.The buttery halo of the light flowed out, illuminating the corner of a person's clothes.The two of them had a meal at the same time. In the corner, Wuhuada was tied up and lay tearful on the ground in the second grade of junior high school. Baili Jueming was crazily tearing off his clothes and putting the withered clothes on him.

Seeing Pei Zhen, the second day of junior high broke down in tears and twisted towards his feet, "Lang Jun, Lang Jun, senior Baili has gone crazy again!"

Baili Jueming stepped forward to hold him down, and said angrily, "You are the one who goes crazy! Just be patient."

"Senior, what are you doing?" Pei Zhen asked with a helpless smile.

Mu Zhishen outside and the others heard the noise and pushed the door open to come in.

Baili Jueming picked up a scripture from the table case, threw it to Pei Zhen, and said, "I just found it from the scripture cabinet, and there is a Masang secret technique written on it - 'psychic medium'. You have heard of it. Going out to help the ghost? The disciple who goes out on a horse wears a ghost mask, and the ghosts and gods will go on his body and use his body to prophesy good or bad luck. The technique of Marsang is similar to that of going out on a horse, but it is a little more complicated. If you put on the clothes of a dead person, that person will have the memory of the old owner of the clothes."

Pei Zhen flipped through the scriptures and said with a faint smile: "Senior, do you want to wear the clothes of this corpse in the second year of junior high school, so as to learn about Ma Sang's past?"

"That's right." Baili Jueming lifted the bones on the ground and put them back in the rocking chair. "Look at this man, all his clan members are lying in the coffin, and he is the only one sitting on the chair. The coffin in the back room is empty. He must have prepared it for himself. If I guess correctly, he should be the last person to die in Marsang. He helped other Marsangs collect the bones, and when it was his turn, everyone else died. No one helped him collect his remains. So he chose to sit in the rocking chair and die quietly alone." He picked up another black dress from the ground, "This corpse was wearing one, and it was placed on the knees. I bought one, and the second grader and I each wear one, and maybe we can know what happened to Marsang that year."

The skeleton sat on the rocking chair, his eyes were empty and silent, and the white dust was like frost and snow, covering his knees.

"This man should have a very high status in the Masang tribe." Xie Cenguan squatted in front of the bones and looked at it carefully. "His house is the largest, and only his house has scriptures. He is a knowledgeable person in the Masang tribe. Maybe Maybe he is a priest or patriarch. Senior Baili’s method is good. Since he is the last person in Marsang, he must have experienced many important events in Marsang. Looking into his memory, it must be very rewarding, maybe he can Know the path and method of listening to the voice of heaven."

"Then hurry up," Baili Jueming went to catch the second grader again, "Put on your clothes!"

On the second day of junior high school, wept bitterly, "Mr. help me!"

Pei Zhen shook his head and smiled wryly, "Don't be impatient, senior. This senior Ma Sang is a girl, and her clothes will definitely not fit in the second grade." He pointed to the pelvic bone of the corpse, "The pelvic bones of men and women are different. Women's pelvic bones are different. The opening angle of the pubic arch is larger, not as narrow as men."

The tattered clothes were too old and their color had faded, Baili Jueming didn't realize that it was a woman's clothes.At this moment, looking carefully at the candlelight, it really is a daughter's dress.

After Pei Zhen finished speaking, everyone's eyes silently turned to Yu Tingqiu.

"..." Yu Tingqiu raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you let my old uncle wear it? Doesn't he like wearing skirts the most?"

Xie Cenguan: "..."

After some discussion, it was finally decided that Yu Tingqiu would be the psychic medium.Among the crowd, Baili Jueming is the most powerful, and Xie Cenguan is among the seniors due to his age.After all, the spells related to the horse supporter are quite risky. If something goes wrong when performing the spell, it will be up to Baili Jueming and Xie Cenguan to pull Yu Tingqiu out.

Spread out another piece of clothing to see that it was worn by a man.Baili Jueming asked: "Which one of you would like to wear this one?"

To become a psychic, you will definitely experience everything about the old owner of the clothes in the memory of the old owner.If the old master was a high-ranking and powerful adult, it would be easier to say that he is popular and spicy.If you are a slave, you are asking for trouble if you are beaten and scolded.Seeing that no one volunteered, Baili Jueming said, "That's it, I'll do it."

Mu Zhishen said, "No need, I'll come."

The plan was agreed that on the first and second day of junior high school, they would protect the Dharma outside the door and beware of ghosts under the trees.The others closed their doors and closed their doors and sat on the ground in the middle of the room.Mu Zhishen and Yu Tingqiu sat in the middle wearing old Masang clothes, and each of them had red threads wrapped around their wrists to connect with the psychic.The red thread can bind the soul, and it can also link the soul together. Baili Jueming, Xie Cenguan and Pei Zhen can spy on the memories obtained by Mu Zhishen and Yu Tingqiu through the red thread.

"Master, I'm starting." Baili Jueming said.

Mu Zhishen and Yu Tingqiu closed their eyes.

Baili Jueming pinched out the hand formula, a red light flashed between his fingers, and his consciousness was immediately sucked into the red thread.

The world was spinning, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had completely changed.Just as Baili Jueming gained a firm foothold, Pei Zhen and Xie Cenguan also appeared beside him.The three of them raised their heads together, under the bright sky, the tall village stood in front of them, and the walls were covered with lush and lush creepers, showing its vitality.

There is the smell of burning firewood in the air, and the birds fly in the sky, leaving behind cuckoo calls.Rows of windows were wide open, and bamboo poles protruded from inside, with red and green wet clothes hanging from them.Below the stockade, people and horses came and went in and out of the wide doorway, and there was a lot of people everywhere.

Baili Jueming turned his head to look, the glazed pagoda was in the distance, the bottom of it was covered by trees and thickets, and its half body went straight into the sky.This was the first time he was so close to this tower. There was a small window at the top of the tower, and Baili Jueming subconsciously felt that there should be a figure behind it.

They went back to the time when Marsang hadn't moved westward, or even when the goddess hadn't moved eastward.

The disaster has not yet begun, and everything is full of vitality.

Pei Zhen knelt down and touched the blades of grass, crystal dew rolled down his fingertips.He smiled slightly, "This technique is very miraculous. It restores the virtual image of memory, and even our consciousness has become a virtual image."

"We have probably entered an illusion." Xie Cen closed his hands and set up an arbor, "Where are Mu Zhishen and Qiu girl?"

After a long while without seeing anyone, the three of them walked inside.People and horses come and go, and Masang’s costumes are very different from those in the Central Plains. They all have tattoos with broken hair, complicated tassels or huge silver collars on their bodies, and some men have bare chests and right arms. Black as charred charcoal.The strange thing is that many people have no faces, and their faces are covered with a layer of fog.Pei Zhen guessed that the illusion was established according to the memory of the old owner of the clothes, and things that the old owner did not remember would not appear in the illusion.

Under the courtyard, there were people racing horses and competing with arrows, among them was only a man with a tall and straight back who seemed to have a face.The man hit the bull's-eye with every arrow, and the people watching around gave out grand applause every time.It's too far away to see what he looks like.Baili Jueming's attention was quickly attracted by the scripture hall upstairs, where the most people were, and the door was full of black heads.

Baili Jueming dragged Pei Zhen in and squeezed them in. These people didn't respond to them at all.Yuemo's illusion is full of virtual images, and the virtual images will only act according to the original memory of the old master, so they will not respond to them.The crowd crowded only at the door, no one crossed the threshold.The layout of the scripture hall is similar to the one in Yinmu Village. A few thick red melon columns support the beams, and colorful prayer flags hang from the beams.But here everything is new, and people are alive.

There was a man and a woman sitting in the hall. The man was old and the woman was very young. Both of them were wearing gold ornaments, which shone brightly under the direct sunlight, which made people dare not pay attention.Pei Zhen said that in the Masang Black Cult, gold belongs to the sky and silver belongs to the earth. These two people may be the patriarch and the patriarch's wife of Masang.There are two rows of red lacquered tables at the bottom, and behind each table there are people sitting, probably noble lords from Masangli, all of them have big bellies, and their fat is wrapped around their waists, like a fat python coiled around their waists.

The man in the upper seat coughed lightly, which meant that he was about to speak, and the hall fell silent immediately.Baili Jueming found a place to sit, Pei Zhen was reading scriptures in the scripture cabinet, Xie Cenguan panicked and squatted in front of the patriarch making faces.

The man covered in gold ornaments toasted, his voice was like a bell, "There are two happy events today. The first one is that the eldest daughter of our Marsang has come of age. From the rising of the sun to the rising of the moon, men compete with arrows and women sing and dance. Let's drink wine and share meat, and celebrate the coming of age of our Punjali!"

After the patriarch finished speaking, everyone cheered loudly.The screen on one side of the scripture hall slowly moved away.Baili Jueming and Xie Cenguan were both shocked when the bright woman knelt behind him. It was Yu Tingqiu, but she was not like her at all.Her dress was extremely gorgeous, as if she was wearing Hongxia on her body.Only then did they realize that women of high status in the Masang tribe seem to wear red, and the higher the status, the fuller the red.

There were shouts outside the hall. If transliterated in Chinese, they shouted: "Ban Zhali!"

Yu Tingqiu, or Ban Zheli looked out of the hall, her smile was more dazzling than Xiaguang.There is a kind of majesty between her brows, which lets others know that she is not a fragile woman like a vase, but a princess with life and death in her hands.It turned out that the old owner of the clothes was the daughter of the Masang patriarch, and her original appearance is no longer known. If Yu Tingqiu becomes her incarnation, she will appear in Yu Tingqiu's appearance.Baili Jueming never thought that Yu girl could be so beautiful, she seldom dressed herself up meticulously, and ever since she was hanging out with Pei Zhen, either going into the ghost castle or into the jungle, she was always disheartened.

The princess pointed to the outside of the hall, raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "After dusk, go to the door of Gu's bedroom and line up. Gu must choose a good boy, and drink with Gu until dawn!"

The outside of the hall suddenly boiled over, and many boys ran up and down the single-plank stairs, and more boys behind grabbed the clothes and pants of the people in front, and all of them turned on their backs and rolled into a pile.Banjali laughed and toasted, and everyone toasted together to celebrate the princess becoming an adult.

Baili Jueming: "..."

This princess is probably not a serious princess.

The patriarch put down the silver cup, cleared his throat again, and said, "The second happy event is to welcome guests from all over the Central Plains!"

As soon as the words fell, the person at the door stepped aside, and two men stepped into the threshold.One was in green clothes, the other was in black clothes. The skylight enveloped their faces, and they couldn't see clearly.They gradually approached, and their faces gradually became clear.Unlike Ma Sang Erlang, who had broken hair and tattoos, and had a dark complexion, the two of them had clear eyebrows, and their cheeks were as white as porcelain.One is gentle, the other is indifferent, and both are young men in their prime.

The moment he saw their faces, Baili Jueming froze on the spot.

The gentleman in Tsing Yi smiled politely and said: "Bailidu and his younger brother Baili Jueming have met the patriarch. It is a great fortune for me and my brother to be treated so warmly by Masang during this trip to the world."

The young man in black clothes also saluted silently.

They stopped in front of Baili Jueming, very close at hand.The familiar face of the young man in Xuanyi was expressionless and cold as ice.Is this him from before?Baili Jueming looked at this face and suddenly became uncertain.Unexplainably, sad emotions welled up in his heart, his chest swelled up, and he couldn't speak.

Why is he sad?Why did the former him appear in Marsang?Baili Jueming felt that there were many things deep in his mind that wanted to jump out. The memory was like a taut string that was about to break in the next moment, and he had a splitting headache.

Someone in the seat laughed and said: "What a pair of handsome men. I heard that the two of you were born in Jiang Zuo's high school and inherited Baili's innate fire method. Seeing is worse than hearing a hundred things. You are indeed young and handsome. It just so happens that I, Princess Marsang Adult, Mr. Erlang, if your elder brother wants to inherit the family business, you can’t escape, why don’t you stay in Marsang and be the wife of the queen, don’t go back to the Central Plains!”

Banjali smiled, shaking the wine glass in her palm.

The young man glanced at Ban Zheli, expressionless, and said, "Not interested."

"Oh?" The man deliberately provoked, "Is the princess of Marsang still not in your eyes?"

The young man smiled coldly, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a broken sleeve. I think you look good, and I like you more than Princess Banzhaili. Why don't you marry me?"