The third edition of Monster Talk

In front of Lin Mu's grave, there was a man sitting cross-legged, touching the tombstone with one hand, and two bunches of bright red candied haws in the other.

"Your buddy Er Niu is a good man. He didn't bury you in a random grave, but buried you in such a good place surrounded by mountains and rivers." The man stared at the tombstone firmly, inserted the candied haws In front of the tombstone, he continued, "But that's what he should do, after all, you've cost his life."

"The gold and silver thief has been killed by me. I have avenged my parents and you. Are I good at martial arts? Speaking of which, why did you protect the gold and silver thief? He is obviously a heinous villain. More than enough to die, just because you think he's funny?

"I am no longer a catcher, but a watchman like you. Are you happy? I will go out with you at night, but it will take a month to start. It is not appropriate at this time, because It's all gone so fast, I feel like I need... I need...

"I need to be quiet."

In fact, it didn't take long, just looking closer, you will find that the two bunches of candied haws inserted into the soil in front of the grave are densely covered with ants, forming a thin line of ants from far and near. Long queues to go.

Looking from a distance, the warm slanting sunset elongates the reflection of the tombstone and the person, reflecting the unique scenery at dusk, which makes people look unreal.

As time passed, the two shadows moved slowly and gradually merged into one place.

In the middle of the night, today's moon is shining brightly in the sky, it is really a rare good moon night.

Zhao Yi was lying alone on the thick trunk of a big tree at the entrance of the alley, with his eyes closed.

——He didn't have to keep his eyes open and look around all the time.

But he fantasizes that there is a person who can stand under the tree and look up at him with a pair of bright eyes, and call him happily: "Brother Zhao!"

Thinking of this, all senses fell into a dream.

Indistinctly, someone yelled a long yell, one slow and two quick, from far to near, but gradually became clear: "Boom!——Boom! Boom! The sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of candles!"

Zhao Yi suddenly opened his eyes, straightened up, and looked into the distance subconsciously.

A person came bouncing in the distance, with a wooden stick in one hand and a gong in the other. His ghostly eyes were rolling around, and his steps were leisurely and brisk.

He caught sight of Zhao Yi on the tree at a glance, and immediately his eyes and mouth curled up.

He stood still under the tree, raised his head and shouted happily at Zhao Yi: "Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Yi stared at the man tightly with his dark eyes and smiled.

END

Spoiler: Mid-month Zhongyuan

July and a half of the lunar calendar, Hungry Ghost Festival.

When it was one watch, the sun was setting and the sky was a little gloomy.

Lin Mu flipped the hat on his head, and the black veil on the hat covered his face full of vitality. Coupled with the deliberately short brown black clothes, he looked like a black-clothed killer who was about to go out to assassinate.

Zhao Yi frowned and looked at Lin Mu: "We are just going to the street, what do you want to do with this outfit? You don't look like a good person."

"Hey, brother Zhao, you don't know, you have to behave like a human being, and you have to behave like a ghost if you are a ghost! Besides, today is an auspicious day, so I have to make some preparations!" Lin Mu smiled at Zhao Yi Shaking his head, the black gauze swayed accordingly. He didn't have the slightest sense of mystery of the man in black, but looked like an active yellow-mouthed child.

"What nonsense!" Zhao Yiming dismissed Lin Mu's words on the surface, but he kept staring at him secretly, with a faint smile in his eyes, as if he agreed somewhat. He paused for a while and said: "On the street It seems that there will be many Taoist priests doing it...Aren't you afraid?"

"Haha! If this is the case, I can just go to the underworld for a stroll, wash away the past and reincarnate!" Lin Mu laughed, but unfortunately he couldn't see his expression clearly under the cover of the black veil, "The Taoist priest in Jiepu clearly They’re all slick but useless things, and aren’t ghosts like us the ones doing the Zhongyuan Festival? If there’s any danger, please ask Brother Zhao to cover me up, and then I’ll have my own way to escape and ascend to heaven!”

After finishing speaking, Xiong Jiu walked towards the neighborhood swaggeringly.

On the contrary, Zhao Yi behind him flashed a gleam of light in his dark eyes, as if he was thinking, then he lowered his head and followed quickly.

Every household in the streets and alleys pasted red posters in front of the door and lit a long-burning lantern. It is estimated that it was left by the people when they sacrificed and gave food.

"Brother Zhao, look! There is an ear of rice on the door of that house, and five-color paper is tied on it!" Lin Mu raised his finger to the house and shouted excitedly.

"What's the fuss about this?" Zhao Yi looked in the direction he pointed, curled his lips and said, pointing at other people's doors indiscriminately, be careful not to be angered by his ancestors! "After speaking, he turned his hand into a palm, and slashed at Lin Shu's finger.

"Brother Zhao, you are superstitious!" Lin Mu slowly withdrew his finger and made a face at Zhao Yi under the black veil.

Zhao Yi didn't deny it, and looked at him as if aware of it, Lin Mu hurriedly raised his head to look at the sky.

The farther you went, the more people there were, so Zhao Yi took Lin Mu's hand and walked towards the government office.

"Brother Zhao, where are we going?" Lin Mu followed behind him and asked curiously.

"Go to the theater." Zhao Yi replied concisely, leading him to stride forward.

A high platform was set up in front of the government office, and actors with makeup on the high platform performed a big show on it. It was the story of Mu Lian rescuing her mother. On the edge of the high platform, there were musicians playing the erhu and playing the suona to accompany them, babbling, okay? lively.

"Brother Zhao, what is on stage?" Lin Mu raised his head and asked Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi glanced at him, and said politely: "There is a monk named Mulian who has great magic power. His mother fell into the realm of hungry ghosts, and the food turned into flames when he ate it. The hunger was too severe. Mulian couldn't save his mother, so he asked for advice from The Buddha, in order to preach the Ullambana Sutra, taught to make the Ullambana on the fifteenth day of the seventh month to save his mother."

Lin Mu nodded half-understanding, through the black veil, Zhao Yi couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could still imagine Lin Mu's ignorance.

"It's a pity I can't see clearly." Zhao Yiwu said.

"Brother Zhao, what did you just say?" Lin Mu didn't hear clearly, and raised his head in doubt.

"Nothing." Zhao Yi pursed his lips.

After the performance, many people threw sacrifices on the stage, burned incense and cuttings on the big tripods on both sides of the high stage, and worshiped their ancestors.

Lin Mu also prepared offerings and happily threw them on the stage.

"You're a ghost, what's the matter...can't you worship yourself?" Zhao Yi asked.

"Anyway, these things are reserved for beggars in the end, and ghosts don't need to eat, do they? What we eat is energy." As Lin Mu spoke, he approached Zhao Yi treacherously, and took a deep breath, as if he really wanted to share with him. Gorgeous ghosts generally attract people's spirits.

"..." Zhao Yi looked at him, and suddenly raised his hand to take off Lin Shu's bamboo hat.

"Hey!" Lin Mu hurriedly snatched back the bamboo hat from Zhao Yi, and hid it behind him, as if afraid that he would snatch it away again: "What are you doing!"

"Don't wear it, you can't see clearly." Zhao Yi said solemnly.

Lin Mu thought so, so he tossed the bamboo hat onto the stage.

On both sides of the high platform and the big tripod stand bamboo banners, and under the bamboo banners are filled with sacrifices from various households to worship ghosts and spirits. There are various kinds of offerings, which are dazzling. The ghost sacrifice songs that you understand are separated from the noise of the common people and form a school of their own.

Looking at the group of Taoist priests, Lin Mu suddenly remembered something. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Yi: "Brother Zhao...have you gone to the grave to worship your ancestors?"

Zhao Yi glanced at him without knowing it: "I did it, why?"

"Can you...sacrifice me?" Lin Mu hesitated and said, "I found that I can't sacrifice myself, but my parents can..."

Zhao Yi was overjoyed when he heard the words, and couldn't help but said: "...Actually, I have already made your memorial tablet."

"...?" Lin Mu looked at him suspiciously.

Zhao Yi took out a palm-sized wooden sign from his pocket and handed it to him: "Here."

"Why is it so small?" Lin Mu wrinkled his nose, took the wooden sign and read word by word: "Qidi... Lin Mu's spirit seat?"

Lin Mu was startled, and looked up at Zhao Yi blankly.

"Don't you understand?" Zhao Yi also looked at Lin Mu seriously, and said word by word, "I admire you and want to become a pair of brothers with you."

"Well, what," Lin Mu's ears turned red, his ghostly eyes flicked around, and he talked about him from left to right, "Why did you make my tablet so small?"

"It's easy to carry on your body, it's the size of a palm... isn't it small and exquisite?" Zhao Yi's tone was filled with a smile, and an inexplicable wave was brewing in his dark eyes.

Lin Mu stuffed the wooden sign back into Zhao Yi's hand as if nothing had happened: "Um... I just saw someone put a river lantern in the river, let's go over and have a look?" His words changed again, almost like he was running away ran to the river.

Zhao Yi pursed his lips and said nothing, put the wooden sign back into his arms, and followed closely behind.

There are people selling river lanterns by the river, using wooden boards as lamp holders and colored paper as lanterns, and then fixing candles in the center of the lamp holders, and then lighting a little fire on the wick, and a river lamp is ready.There are various shapes of river lanterns, but people often make lotus-shaped river lanterns, so river lanterns are also called lotus lanterns.

Lin Mu bought two lotus lanterns and wanted to rent a boat to release them in the river, but was stopped by Zhao Yi.

"I'll come, you wait on the shore." Zhao Yi said in a deep voice.

Lin Mu thought for a while, nodded and agreed, "Okay."

There is a reason for this, as the ancients said: man is yang, ghosts are yin; land is yang, water is yin.Shangyuan Festival is a festival for people and belongs to Yang; while Zhongyuan Festival is a festival for ghosts and belongs to Yin.Moreover, in the legend, there is such a ghost hell in the underworld, where ghosts perish, and the depth of the water is unpredictable, so it is easy for people to associate the two.Therefore, Shangyuan Zhangdeng is on land, and Zhongyuan Zhangdeng is in water.

Zhao Yi carried two lanterns and went to the center of the river in a small boat. Along the way, he looked up from time to time to see the trees on the bank waving desperately at him, and then looked down at the river lantern with a soft light in his hand. He raised a smile, but when he looked up again, the trees on the bank were gone.

Zhao Yi frowned. He turned his head and glanced around, but he still couldn't see Lin Mu. Zhao Yi began to panic in his heart. He let He Deng go methodically, but his hands were trembling slightly.He managed to regain his composure, got up and performed lightness kung fu and flew to the bank, ignoring the small boat in the middle of the river and the surprised exclamations of the people by the river.

But not long after he got ashore, he found that bluffing and jumping figure, staring at him with ghostly eyes, and holding something in his hand.

"Huh? Aren't you on the boat? How did you come back to the shore so soon?" Lin Mu looked at him puzzled, and handed him the dough sheep he bought: "I'll give you a sheep, good luck!"

"Why are you running around? You almost can't find anyone!" Zhao Yi took the sheep in his hand, but he couldn't vent his anger at all. He saw Lin Mu's other hand with sharp eyes. Huamo asked, "What is yours?"

"Hey, it's noodle fish, there is more than enough every year." Lin Mu rubbed his head and urged with a smile, "Hurry up and eat! This is a good meaning! After eating, let's go home and burn paper money. It's getting cold. I I have to burn some dark clothes for my parents, lest they freeze in the underworld!"

After Lin Mu finished talking, he ate the fish in one gulp, his cheeks suddenly became bulging, and he chewed up and down, which made people laugh.

Zhao Yi looked at him and thought it was funny, but he also imitated him and ate the noodles in one bite, but the difference was that he chewed and swallowed the steamed bun in two or three bites, and poked it with his fingers interestingly. Lin Mu's bulging cheeks were cheerful.

Lin Mu was furious, covering his face to prevent him from poking, and still chewing something, he said inarticulately, "Who made rice! Whose rice is spicy! (What are you doing! What are you poking!)"

"Isn't it a matter of course for a brother to poke one's own brother?" Zhao Yi smiled and pinched Lin Mu's face.

Lin Mu heard the profound meaning in his words, his ears turned red with embarrassment, he finally swallowed the noodle fish in his mouth, and muttered: "I didn't agree..."

"Do you dare not agree!" Zhao Yi's face turned cold, he glared at Lin Mu, and pulled Lin Mu to the place where there were few people.

"Alas, Big Brother Zhao!" Seeing this, Lin Mu was startled, thinking in his heart that something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "I promise! I promise! I didn't say no!"

Zhao Yi looked pale, and led him to his home.

"Brother Zhao! What are you going to do again?" Lin Mu faintly felt that something was wrong.

"Go home and poke you!" Zhao Yi said with a serious face.

(Finish)

Spoiler: two or three things to poke

On stamping, it has existed since ancient times, how to stamp it, you can refer to the literature: Chun*gong*tu.

Lin Mu turned the picture book in his hand over and over, his face was red and his ears were red, he was dumbfounded, and finally threw the book in his hand on the ground, and said frantically: "Then how did the utensil draw... so big? Who are you fooling? That way... I, I can't stand it!"

"Who said that you should learn what Qidi is supposed to do?" Zhao Yi glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and said seriously, "You have to watch his movements and postures. Let's observe them, and of course we can send them in the future." Useful."

"You, how can you speak so frankly!" Lin Mu pointed at Zhao Yi with a finger, his face was full of indignation, "This kind of thing... I can't do this kind of thing!"

"I didn't ask you to do it, just to let you know." Zhao Yi leaned over and picked up the picture book, and the page he turned to happened to have a back *back* style drawn on it, "Start from this simple one, come on, Take off your clothes first."

"What are you doing!" Lin Mu backed away, three feet away from Zhao Yi, his eyes flicked left and right, "It's the second watch, don't you need to go out?"

"I asked for leave today." Zhao Yi stared at Lin Mu with dark eyes, "You promised to be my Qidi...doesn't it count?"

"No, no! It's just that I heard that doing this... makes people feel uncomfortable." Lin Mu lowered his head knowing that he was wrong, his ears were red, and he didn't dare to look directly at Zhao Yi.

When Zhao Yi heard the words, a light flashed in his eyes, and while the trees were not looking, he strode up to him and kissed him lightly on the head.

Lin Mugui Lingling's eyes were wide open, and he felt a big callused hand approaching, covering his eyes.

"Don't open your eyes." He heard Zhao Yi's words in a daze, and he was undressed in a daze. When he woke up, only his thin underwear was left on his body.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!" Lin Mu called him in a panic, but the next moment Zhao Yi was ripped off with his obscene pants, pushing and pulling him to bed.

"Call me Brother Yi," Zhao Yi gnawed and licked his ear gently, and whispered earnestly, "Don't resist me, you will be happy later."

"Ah... Brother Yi..." Lin Mu gave a quick slap, blushing slowly from his ears to his cheeks, and an ambiguous moan overflowed from his mouth unconsciously, "Um... what, what's going on ……Oh."

Hearing that Lin Mu called him, Zhao Yi was overjoyed, and drew his lips from the tips of his ears to Lin Mu's hair, from the center of his forehead to the bridge of his nose and licked *kissing*, starting from the corner of his mouth, licking* bit by bit* his lips* valve.

Lin Mu's eyes were blurred, and he opened his mouth under Zhao Yi's guidance. He felt the tip of the other party's tongue gliding across every part of the mouth, and the body fluid overflowed his mouth uncontrollably, making him Swallowing*swallowing unconsciously, lips*tongues dance and touch each other, mandarin and mandarin ducks play in the water, caressing each other.

Lin Mu's utensil was a bit swollen and painful, and he even felt the hugeness and hotness of the utensil between Zhao Yi's legs, but the other party stretched his hands into him as if he didn't notice it. Inside the plain long gown that has not been taken off, caress those two lonely milk pearls.

"Hmm... um..." There seemed to be something strange flowing in Lin Mu's body, and his cold body seemed to have a little heat. He unconsciously grabbed Zhao Yi's back, and couldn't help but kissed him. the corners of his lips.

Zhao Yi's dark eyes became deeper and deeper, and his fiery utensils rubbed against Lin Shu's legs continuously, and he became more and more rigid.

Suddenly, something went down the buttocks of the tree, and burrowed into the light-colored nipple, carrying the wet liquid, moving in persistently bit by bit.

"Ah... what, what... um... thing!" Lin Mu exclaimed, feeling a little strange feeling in his small nipple, and vaguely guessed what it was, but he was so ashamed that he buried his face in the quilt. Refuse to look up.

"Lubricious plaster, this is for you to probe the acupoint, first poke it with your finger." Zhao Yi said in a deep voice, swallowed unconsciously, and added another finger.

"Hmm..." Lin Mu groaned under the quilt, which made Zhao Yi not satisfied. His finger accidentally passed a certain place in the acupoint, and Lin Mu suddenly let out a strange cry, and Zhao Yi's eyes flickered After a gleam of light, he added another finger, and rubbed it lightly over and over again. The firm instrument rubbed against Lin Mu's calf unwilling to be lonely. Zhao Yi wrapped his arms around his waist, licking him. back, so obsessed with it.

"Ah... don't, don't do it... umm!" Lin Mu was pinned down on the bed by Zhao Yi, so paralyzed that even the strength to prop up his arms disappeared completely, an indescribable refreshing feeling Like a flood that wiped out the top of the tree, the only thing left was the thought of escaping as it washed over the forest with its head covered and face covered, making a strange and seductive sound hazy and uncontrollable.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yi's finger* pulled out, and the remaining refreshing feeling made Lin Mu open his eyes blankly, wanting to turn around to see what happened, but Zhao Yi pressed* him on the bed and couldn't move. The hottest thing pressed against the small hole of the tree, which made him faintly feel that something was wrong, but before he could think about it, the huge*big*thick*long thing rushed in, with that unique breath, a little The pain was a bit weird, but it made Lin Mu's heart tremble violently, and it gradually became turbulent.

Zhao Yi straightened up and picked up Lin Mu, like holding a child. His chest was pressed against Lin Mu's back. When he pushed up so far, Lin Mu couldn't help crying out, and hurriedly covered his mouth with one hand. , and the other hand wrapped around Zhao Yi's arm to stabilize his figure.

Zhao Yi was not satisfied, he sat down on the bed with Lin Mu in his arms, played with his utensils with one hand, kneaded * kneaded love * stroked the fleshy beads at both ends of the utensils, and held Lin Mu with his other hand to cover his mouth hands, forcefully put his fingers into his mouth, and played with the wet*slippery*soft*soft lips*tongue.

"Aha... um... um... ah..." Lin Mu's voice kept overflowing, but it was like an aphrodisiac that confused Zhao Yi's mind, making him vibrate the waist of a dog like a piling Constantly moving, the fleshy balls next to the instrument violently slammed into the buttocks without hesitation, completely lacking the skill of nine * shallow and one deep.

"... Are you happy?" Zhao Yi panted, biting Lin Mu's neck carefully.

"... Hurry, be happy... ah..." Lin Mugui Lingling's eyes became abnormally blurred at this moment, with a little tear in the corner of his eyes.

"What do you call me?" Zhao Yi asked again.

"...Zhao, Zhao Da...um ha..." Lin Mu had been pushed so hard that he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"Huh? What do you call me?"

"Yi, Brother Yi!... Ha... Ha... Yi... Brother... Ah... Over there... Naha..."

…………

This affair lasted for a long time, and it didn't come to a halt until the moon hung on the branches in the middle of the night, only to hear such a conversation in the room:

"Brother Mu, are you satisfied with what Brother Yi has done?"

"Full, satisfied...Brother Yi, don't kiss randomly!"

"You are my Qidi brother, I don't want to kiss you who will I kiss?"

"Brother Yi!... Mmm..."

(Finish)