horror confession

When Sheng Shizhao opened his eyes again, he found that he seemed to be in a dark and chaotic world, there was no light around him, and he couldn't see his fingers.

His memory still stays at the moment when Chris stabbed him in the chest with a dagger.

Could it be that he is already dead?

"Shi Zhao, Shi Zhao, Shi Zhao..."

Suddenly a familiar voice lingered in my ears, hoarse but kind, it was Grandpa's voice!

He looked in the direction of the source of the sound, and the figure of grandpa gradually became clear in the darkness, with a faint white halo still lingering around him.

"grandfather!"

Sheng Shizhao excitedly wanted to step forward, but found that he couldn't even move, as if the soles of his feet were stuck.

He looked down at himself and saw that his body was almost transparent.

This is the form of the soul.

"Grandpa, am I dead?" He couldn't help being suspicious: "Are you here to pick me up?"

Grandpa smiled lightly, did not answer his question directly, and stopped one meter away from him. "This is your fate."

"But why didn't I count it myself?" Sheng Shizhao was puzzled.He resolutely said: "I don't believe that a person's fate cannot be changed. I don't want to die yet. What will Lu Jinghong do if I die?"

"I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but because I live in this mountain." Grandpa smiled kindly: "Although fate is doomed, it is only a sign of heaven. People who are doomed to a good life will plummet because of loss of virtue. People with bad luck will also be unlucky because of their good deeds. Every moment has countless possibilities. Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement, and the reason why a person is restricted by fate is because he cannot break through his own limitations."

Sheng Shizhao heard these words very clearly, but he still didn't understand why grandpa said these things.What should he do next?

All he wanted now was to get back into his body again.

"I can't take everything with me, except my karma. All dharmas in the world are born and circulated according to my karma. Let's go!"

As he said that, Sheng Shizhao was shoved by his grandfather and pushed into the endless darkness.When his vision was bright again, he found himself in a noisy market, surrounded by men and women with long hair, wearing patched sackcloth and cloth shoes, the air filled with catkins mixed with wormwood and cannons The smell of soot after burning bamboo.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly a slightly immature male voice attracted his attention.

"It's still short of blindly moxibusting ephedra. There is a cooked medicine shop in front of it. Now that the epidemic is raging, let's not stop on the street."

As he spoke, the boy picked up the medicine bags in his left and right hands.He was just as tall as Sheng Shizhao's shoulders, with black hair hanging down to his waist, wearing a black robe with a gold four-eyed animal head pattern, and a mahogany sword pinned to his waist. His name was Bi Jie.

It's familiar, but I don't know where I've seen it before.

Sheng Shizhao intuited that the synaesthesia produced this time was different from the previous ones. Although he was wearing the clothes of the ancients, he felt very familiar, and even had the feeling of being lodged in his own body.

The two walked forward together, and when they passed a stone well, Sheng Shizhao happened to lean down and smell the smell in the mouth of the well, and he saw himself clearly through the water.

Different from Bi Jie beside him, he was wearing a vermilion coat over the black robe, his long black hair was tied up behind his head, and a bunch of bangs drooped in front of his forehead. His appearance was exactly the same as his current appearance!

He was startled immediately, and recalling what his grandfather said just now, he had a conclusion in his mind that this was his own previous life.

"Master, is there something wrong with the water?" Bi Jie asked in a low voice.

Sheng Shizhao nodded: "I have always wondered where the source of the epidemic is. Well water is undoubtedly the biggest source of transmission, but this well should be fine."

He straightened his back and looked at the passers-by on the side of the road. He saw them all with yellow and thin faces and ragged clothes, carrying incense sticks, eggs and other tributes in their hands, rushing towards the Fox Fairy Temple outside the city, and lamented: "The epidemic is dead, The common people will go to the doctor in a hurry and worship all kinds of ghosts, gods and fox fairies indiscriminately."

"Yeah, they can't even eat enough for themselves, and they have to spend money to buy tributes for the fox fairy. That fox fairy is a scam!"

Bi Jie also stomped his feet anxiously, and said: "But tomorrow is the 'Bichun Nuo Festival', which should be able to stabilize the hearts of the people. After the Nuo Festival ceremony, let the national teacher distribute the Nuo medicine we developed to people."

Sheng Shizhao sighed: "The epidemic is spreading too fast, and the medicine is still under development. I don't know when it will be cured."

While the two were talking, there was a sudden quarrel not far away.

Looking around, he saw a young man in ragged clothes lying in the middle of the street, surrounded by three youths, holding in his arms the medicine he had just begged from the Fox Fairy Temple.

Bi Jie sighed, and said in a low voice, "It's not uncommon to see such things recently. The medicine in the Fox Fairy Temple is hard to find. In order to survive, bad-tempered people will grab it. Everyone is also driven crazy."

Sheng Shizhao picked up three gravels from the ground and threw them forward between his fingers. The three gravels hit the necks of the three teenagers respectively, causing them to stop their movements immediately.

"Who the hell is meddling in his own business!" One of them patrolled their assailant angrily.

"It seems to be... Nuo Shifu." The other person looked at Sheng Shizhao and Bi Jie and stammered, "Look at their clothes."

"Hurry up and go."

Those three youths seemed to be very afraid of Nuo Shifu, and they didn't even care about grabbing the medicine from the young man's hand, they scrambled and disappeared at the end of the street.

The young man who was robbed of the medicine also seemed to have heard Sheng Shizhao's identity, and hurriedly got up with the medicine bag in his arms, and knelt down on the ground, not even daring to lift his head.

"Are you okay?" Sheng Shizhao strode up to the boy and asked in a loud voice.

The young man didn't dare to make a sound, his long hair hung down on his forehead to cover his facial features, but his shoulders were trembling, as if he was very scared in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I don't eat people." Sheng Shizhao said with a smile, he reached out to support the young man's shoulder, but the young man sideways avoided him.

"Please don't touch me, my lord." The young man raised his head slightly and said in a low voice, "My father has the epidemic...it will be contagious."

The moment his facial features were revealed, Sheng Shizhao's heart seemed to be hit hard.

The boy's face was covered with dust, but it couldn't cover his finely crafted facial features, his nose was straight and beautiful, and his lips were slightly blush.Although she looked only twelve or thirteen years old and her body was very weak, there was a firm and sharp light in Danfeng's slender eyes.

It's Lu Jinghong!

Although they are still very young, their facial features are exactly the same!

This is what Lu Jinghong looked like in his previous life!

Time seemed to be frozen, and the noise on the street dissipated in the wind, leaving only catkins falling in the eyes of the two of them.

The first acquaintance with you is like returning from an old friend.

Very familiar, yet very strange.

At this moment, Sheng Shizhao wanted to shout, to step forward to hug the young Lu Jinghong into his arms, to kiss his face, but he couldn't control his body from his previous life at all.

Sheng Shizhao stared at the boy's face, and said slowly, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Lu, and my name is Jinghong." The young man said with a choked voice.

"Master, why are your eye sockets so red?" Bi Jie tugged at the corner of Sheng Shizhao's clothes and hissed.

Sheng Shizhao shook his head, chewing on the word "Jinghong", he still helped Lu Jinghong up, "Take me to see how your father is doing."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Jinghong's eyes flashed with hope.

People in the world say that Sheng Daren is the reincarnation of the gods and the most powerful national Nuo in all dynasties. He can not only pray for blessings and exorcise evil spirits, but also bring people back to life.

Lu Jinghong hurriedly wanted to kowtow to thank him, but Sheng Shi summoned him to stop him in time with the excuse of not being too public.

On the way to Lu's house, Lu Jinghong begged Sheng Shizhao: "Please don't tell my father, sir, I begged for this medicine from the Fox Immortal Temple."

Seeing his sincerity, Sheng Shizhao asked curiously, "Why?"

It turned out that Lu Jinghong's father was originally a Taoist priest of the Lushan sect, and he was most taboo against monsters like fox fairies.

However, after his father and his mother got acquainted, they gave up the road of cultivating Taoism, and the two lived a life of traveling around the world, hunting demons and driving ghosts everywhere.

"I promise you to help you conceal this matter." Sheng Shizhao smiled, "But your parents are romantic. There is a poem that says, 'A glance is a surprise, and youth is in chaos'. No wonder your parents will give you the favor." It's called Jinghong."

After saying that, a faint blush appeared on Lu Jinghong's face, but his lips were still tightly pressed, "Later, my mother died of dystocia when giving birth to my younger brother."

Sheng Shizhao's heart twitched, he raised his hand and patted Lu Jinghong's shoulder lightly, and said solemnly: "We don't need the fox fairy medicine anymore. Don't worry, I will definitely cure your father's epidemic."

The three chatted while walking, and soon arrived at Lu Jinghong's house.

The house is very simple, made of rice stalks, reeds and mud. The rice stalks on the roof have obvious signs of decay, which shows that the family is not rich.

"Father, we have a distinguished guest at home." Lu Jinghong politely welcomed Sheng Shizhao into the door and shouted to the room.

His words and deeds are decent and generous, but it is not difficult to hear the excitement in them.

But what responded to him in the room was his brother's crying.

Sheng Shizhao hastily followed Lu Jinghong into the back room, and saw his younger brother kneeling under the bed weeping, and the man lying on the bed had died at some point.

The fox fairy medicine in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and Lu Jinghong rushed to his father's bed in three steps at the same time, tears fell on the quilt uncontrollably, but the cry was choked in his throat: "My lord, please, look at me Father, is there any help?"

Sheng Shizhao sniffed Father Lu's breath, and shook his head in a low voice.

He looked around the surrounding environment, except for the necessities of life, there was no extra decoration.Almost empty.Besides, Lu Jinghong's younger brother looked only three or four years old, so he said to Bi Jie who was beside him, "In a while, you go to the mansion to find some disciples, and together we can help Jinghong bury his father."

Lu Jinghong's body went limp all of a sudden, and finally he lay in his father's arms and began to sob.

Sheng Shizhao didn't seem to know how to comfort him, so he stretched out his hand to smooth Lu Jinghong's back, and said in a low voice, "Death cannot be brought back to life. We still have to make plans for the future. What are you going to do in the future?"

Lu Jinghong sniffed, straightened up, stared at Sheng Shizhao tearfully and shook his head.

The tears seemed to flow into Sheng Shizhao's heart, sore and painful.

He sighed and said, "If you want, you can worship me as your teacher."

Lu Jinghong was stunned for a moment, a little shock flashed in his red eyes: "Yes, is it possible?"

Bi Jie beside him frowned suddenly, and lowered his voice to remind Sheng Shizhao: "Master, our Nuo master has a clear rule that we never accept apprentices from outsiders. Even if you are recruited as a musician, you have to pass the assessment, and the number of disciples has always been kept at a minimum. 12 people, we have not accepted apprentices for three years."

Sensitive Lu Jinghong saw that Sheng Shizhao didn't respond, so he lowered his head silently, and said in a low voice, "My lord, don't be embarrassed. It is a great favor to help me bury my father. I will go to work outside. After I save enough money, I will definitely It will be returned to you."

"No need." Sheng Shizhao waved his hand, and Jier said to Bi Jie in a firm tone: "The rules are made by people. From today on, the two brothers Lu Jinghong will be your juniors."

"But," Bi Jie said anxiously, "to be a Nuo teacher, you have to look at the horoscope, and the Lu family brothers are not the same in terms of looks alone!"

"Numerical horoscopes are just the blessings of the heavens. Don't you understand the truth that a gentleman in heaven should strive for self-improvement?" Sheng Shizhao reprimanded sharply: "I value a person's character more than talent!"

Bi Jie wanted to refute again, but when he saw the sharp light in Sheng Shizhao's eyes, he chose to keep his mouth shut.

Seeing this, Sheng Shizhao at this moment finally understands the phrase "All dharmas circulate according to karma". The reason why he was lucky enough to be accepted as an apprentice by Lu Jinghong in this life turned out to be the karma planted in his previous life.

In this way, the two brothers Lu Jinghong were led into Nuo Shifu.

Those who can enter the Nuo master's residence are either the children of the Sheng family or come from a high-ranking family, and even the musicians are mostly offshoots of rich families.Lu Jinghong and his three-year-old brother are just two rootless duckweeds in front of them, so they will inevitably be despised by the people in the house.

But the young Lu Jinghong is mature beyond his age. Not only is he more diligent and hardworking than others in his studies, he tries not to cause trouble for Sheng Shizhao, and he also takes the initiative to share the errands done by the servants in the mansion.

This night, when Sheng Shizhao came out of the medicine room, it was almost early morning.When passing the ancestral hall, he unexpectedly found that Lu Jinghong was sitting on the steps outside the ancestral hall, reading by the weak candlelight.

He looked at it very seriously, holding the scroll in one hand and hiding the other hand under his armpit from the cold, his little face was flushed red from the cold, even Sheng Shizhao didn't notice when he walked towards him.

Sheng Shizhao's heart ached, he made a good guess about Lu Jinghong's predicament.

All the disciples of the Nuo Master in the house slept in one room, presumably Lu Jinghong was not liked by the other disciples, so he didn't dare to light the lamps at night, so he could only come to borrow candles from the ancestral hall where the lamps were lit all night. fire reading.

Sheng Shizhao simply took off his fox fur collar, wrapped it around his neck, and asked softly, "Isn't it cold?"

Lu Jinghong was taken aback, the scroll in his hand almost fell to the ground, he faltered and said: "Master, I, I am not cold."

Sheng Shizhao sighed almost inaudibly, held his cold hand, the pain in his heart was even worse, so he said in a firm tone: "If you want to read, go to my room to read."

Lu Jinghong opened his mouth, his eyes flashed with emotion, and then he still lowered his head and refused: "Master, please go back and rest early, I have finished my homework today, so I won't bother you."

Sheng Shizhao frowned slightly, and said in a non-negotiable tone: "Tomorrow you pack your luggage and move to my side room."

Lu Jinghong raised his head in surprise, his dark eyes sparkled under the reflection of the candlelight.

It turned out that Lu Jinghong in his previous life was a person who seemed to be silent, but in fact always silently put others first in his heart.

Sheng Shizhao thought to himself, if he could return to this life, he would hold Lu Jinghong in the palm of his hand, put it in his heart, and love him dearly.