I opened Taoist temple in Liao Zhai

Song Tao replied quickly.

The three ghosts were all dealt with according to the law, and the prohibition against being reincarnated after eating water mangcao by mistake was lifted in Jinhua.This kind of unreasonable regulation of arresting substitutes has always existed for some reason.

The incense in the Taoist temple was as good as ever. After the beginning of autumn, the people at the foot of the mountain began to work on the farm, and the cold light had some free time, so they sat under the tree and read.

Suddenly, she saw a seagull passing by in the clear sky.

Did she get it wrong?Why are there seagulls here?

Han Guang continued to flip through the ancient books, and after a while, the seagull turned back as if it had gone the wrong way, and landed on the eaves of the Sanqing Hall, screaming.

It screamed like a chicken belching, and Mi Buyun ran out happily: "Do you want to stew chicken at noon?"

He looked left and right, but found no trace of the chicken.He looked at Han Guang suspiciously, and the other party lazily pointed at the air, saying: "Look, chicken, you are so beautiful."

Mi Buyun had never seen a seagull before, excitedly said: "Ah, it's so beautiful!"

Han Guang: "..."

Their movement caused Ming Su and the others to run out to watch the seagull, discuss how to catch it, and roast it.

Mi Buyun asked, "Aren't cats the best at catching birds?"

"But we don't have cats..."

"Doesn't the temple master keep cats?"

Han Guang was a little funny, that was the King of Montenegro, not a domesticated cat.She put down the scroll, stood up and said, "Let me do it."

The crystal chain on her wrist reflected the dazzling sunlight, making it so sparkly and beautiful.Ling Zhao quietly appeared behind her, and smiled dotingly: "I'll come."

Mi Buyun, Ming Su and others looked at him together, sighing secretly in their hearts, the cat raised by Guanzhu is really nice!Can fight, can be cute, the point is that it looks good!

I saw Ling Zhao looked at the 'chicken' on the eaves, whistled, and it flapped its wings and came down by itself...

Ling Zhao removed a letter from its foot, with strange and distorted words written on it.

Observing it at a close distance, Xiaoqian doubted: "You read it wrong, isn't this a gull?"

Mi Buyun said unwillingly: "That should be delicious..."

Before he finished speaking, the gull jumped up and pecked at him.When one person and one bird filled the Taoist temple, Ling Zhao had already finished reading the letter, and threw it away, and the letter was turned into ashes.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that there was nothing unusual on his face, Han Guang asked one more question.

"A friend invited me to live in the sea." He lowered his eyes and said, "Are you going?"

"Me?" Han Guang was taken aback: "What am I going to do?"

"My friend has lived in seclusion at sea for many years, and there are many ancient books at home." Ling Zhao glanced at the scrolls placed on the wicker chair, and said, "Aren't you looking for these recently?"

He observed very carefully, Han Guang felt a little sweet joy in his heart.She pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Okay."

The wooden boat rowed across the river, in the silent moonlight, like a fallen leaf, drifting down with the wind.

On both sides of the vast river, there is a quiet jungle, occasionally dotted with thousands of lights.Han Guang sat on the bow of the boat watching the night scene, the night wind was so strong that it made her hairband dance.

"What are you looking for?" he asked aimlessly.

Han Guang didn't know whether he should say it, and if he did, how to explain it.She smiled lightly: "It's always right to read more books. But you, why haven't you mentioned this friend?"

"I haven't contacted for many years." He saw that the boat was too small, and just about to lie down like a cat, he saw a cloud of blue flames emerging from the river.

"what is this?"

Han Guang subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword and looked forward, only to see countless clusters of blue flames on the Miaomiao River in this area.The flames are big or small, sinking or floating, emitting a little bit of light.

Their boat passed a pier, and they vaguely saw other ships, and the people on board uttered terrified cries.Under the blue flames, there was a ghost covered in black, who came out of the water from time to time and stood dripping on the surface of the river.

Han Guang said softly: "It's a water ghost! Why are there so many?"

"This should be an ancient battlefield," Ling Zhao said.

Although there are many water ghosts here, most of them avoid their boats.The ship continued to drift, and suddenly, Han Guang noticed the ship shaking.

A dark water ghost was holding the boat with his hands, his head floating on the water: "General!" He called out.

Ling Zhao ignored it, Han Guang asked strangely, "What's your name?"

"General!"

The water ghost stared at Ling Zhao, refused to give up, and continued to shout for the general.He followed them all the time, almost leaving the water, Ling Zhao sighed softly: "Go to reincarnation."

His fingertips sprinkled a little bit of golden light, which fell on the water ghost, illuminating him suddenly.The pitch-black appearance flowed down like a curtain of water. The water ghost turned out to be a childish young man, wearing the military uniform of an unknown dynasty, and his eyes were still watery.

"Will..." Before he finished speaking, he turned into a golden light and fled underground.

Behind them, several blue flames chased after them, each revealing their original appearance.They were all young and had been trapped here for many years. After being free, they all showed joyful smiles.

Finally, the boat left the waters, and the river was calm.

"Who are they?" Han Guang asked in shock after witnessing all this.

"It's just a ghost."

He turned his face away and slowly stared at the river behind him.The crescent crescent is reflected on the water, like a sharp blade piercing the enemy's chest on an ancient battlefield.

No matter who it is, it is just a pawn in the way of heaven.

The sea was foggy, and when they reached the shore, Han Guang realized that they had reached the island.

Seeing them coming, flocks of gulls flew up into the sky, but otherwise, everything on the island was silent.

Ling Zhao moored the boat on the shore, stretched out his hand and pulled Han Guang down.The island is lined with green trees and towering ancient trees.Moving forward through the woods, they saw a house hidden in a sea of ​​flowers and pine and bamboo forests.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of beautiful place is a fairy island.

Han Guang sniffed the fragrance of flowers and plants in the air, and felt that the whole person was much refreshed.After walking a few more steps, a handsome young man came out from the bushes. Seeing them, his eyes lit up: "Cat! You are here!"

Ling Zhao: "..."

Han Guang: "..."

Looking at his gloomy and displeased face, the young man scratched his head, then looked at the beautiful and charming woman beside him, and suddenly realized.He suppressed his smile, and said solemnly: "Lingxianmao, I haven't seen you for many years, are you okay?"

Finally, Ling Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out his paw to scratch his dog's head angrily...

……

The original name of Ling Zhao's friend has been discarded, and his name is now Yan Sheng.

He and his wife Shiniang live in seclusion on this island known as the Immortal Island, and there are several maids at home, living a happy life.

Ling Zhao came today, and they treated each other warmly, asking the maid to bring out tea and pastries.There was a delicate fragrance of flowers and plants in the tea, and the maid who served the tea was wearing a pink dress and looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Ten Niang ordered: "Fandie, take my qin here."

Fen Die led away, and Han Guang couldn't help but glance at her more.Yan Sheng laughed and said, "I still don't know what to call this girl?"

"This is Master Chu of the Montenegro Taoist Temple," Ling Zhao said.

"Oh! Good morning, Guanzhu Chu."

Han Guang got up to greet Yan Sheng and his wife, unable to figure out their origins at all.Yan Sheng laughed again: "I heard people mention that you have become some kind of old monster a few years ago! How did you know each other?"

There was a raging fire of gossip in his eyes, and he looked at them maliciously.Ling Zhao became a little impatient, and said, "Why did you ask me to come?!"

"It really happened." Yan Sheng sighed a little: "It's just that it doesn't seem necessary now..."

He exchanged a look with Shi Niang, and they both shut their mouths and did not speak.It just so happened that Fen Die came holding the piano, and Shi Niang played a piece for them herself.

The sound of the piano is melodious, like a mountain stream flowing slowly, or like the bright moonlight, rushing for thousands of miles.Although Han Guang doesn't know how to play the piano, he still feels that this song is like the sound of nature.

Suddenly, Fan Die was outside and exclaimed.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.Yan Sheng frowned, got up apologetically and said, "I'll go and have a look."

Not long after he left, he brought in a somewhat cramped scholar. Shi Niang wanted to avoid her, but Yan Sheng hurriedly stopped her.He smiled and said, "You have been away from home for so many years, no wonder you don't know him. This is your own nephew!"

Ten Niang was confused: "Who is he?"

The scholar hurriedly bowed and saluted, and said: "Younger Yang Yuedan, I have met my aunt and uncle. I just don't know which room my aunt is in? This junior really can't remember."

Yan Sheng talked about Yang Yuedan's family in detail, and Shi Niang finally understood, and said with a smile, "So it's you. I'll let you know when you go home!"

Ten Niang recognized her nephew and was very happy, but she felt that Han Guang and Ling Zhao were neglected, so she asked her maid Fen Die to take Yang Yuedan to wash up first.She smiled and said: "We are guests from afar, Mr. Ling and Guanzhu Chu, please stay for a few more days."

"No need, you can't stay longer here." Ling Zhao glanced at Yan Sheng and said, "Don't you have a lot of books here? She wants to take a look."

Yan Sheng said: "The Heavenly Book, can Guanzhu Chu understand it?"

Han Guang shook his head as he remembered the crooked characters they used to communicate.It seems to be an ancient and lost script, which looks older than oracle bone inscriptions.

"I don't know what kind of books Chu Guan is looking for?" Yan Sheng asked again.

"Related to the curse."

Yan Sheng glanced at Ling Zhao, saw that his face was expressionless, and smiled slightly: "Okay, Guanzhu Chu, come with me. If you have any words that you don't understand, you can ask me. As for the cat..." He stopped He looked at Ling Zhao and said with a smile, "My collection of books can't withstand your harm."

Ling Zhao: "..."

……

To Han Guang's surprise, Yan Sheng's collection of books is not on paper.

He walked down with a cold light, and came to a cellar, the surrounding stone walls were densely carved with words and patterns.Yan Sheng handed her a torch and asked her to see it for herself.

Han Guang glanced at several stone carvings, depicting ancient fierce beasts and scenes of gathering on the island to listen to lectures.She pondered for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "What is your origin?"

"Didn't the cat tell you?" Yan Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "We are just displaced souls."

The author has something to say: This chapter is from "Liao Zhai · Jiangzhong Ghost" and "Liao Zhai · Pink Butterfly"