After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

The ghost willow in the east of the city, Sanxiang sees the temple, the lover enters the painting, greets the relatives at midnight, and then sees the ghost of marriage.

Since you can't sit back and wait for the rabbit, then lead the snake out of the hole.

But this is a matter of love and sorrow, death or life...

He turned his head to look at Lu Yao, who was looking at him, and the two eyes met each other, looking into each other's eyes.

This guy is too clean, there is no trace of impurities, it is a rough jade that has just been squeezed out of the mountains, and it is completely natural, and it must not understand the deep meaning of "what is love for the world, and it teaches life and death to promise each other".

He retracted the hand hanging by the window, put the tip of his elbow on the window sill, dragged half of his face with his palm, and traced the auricle intentionally or unintentionally with his fingertips. on the jug.

The fragrance of Jinjiangchun gently drilled out along the mouth of the pot, blending naturally with the elegant bamboo smell, swaying at the tip of Lu Yao's nose, making his heart itch, and only the ebony seven-screen scroll book was left in his eyes. The person in the armchair——when he looked up, his light-colored thin lips met the narrow mouth of the blue glaze. After being soaked in the clear wine, it became a dewy spring apricot, exuding a lustrous luster.

It was clearly not him who was drinking, and his lips and cheeks smelled fragrant in a trance, as if he himself was drunk.

He rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, licked his dry mouth, and stared at him stupidly, motionless.

The man in the armchair put his idiot in his eyes, as if thinking of something, his thin lips with clear lines lifted upwards, and the bright white teeth like jade were faintly visible.

He handed over the jug in his hand, and asked him with a smile: "A Yao, are you hungry?"

Lu Yao's heart became softer than cotton. This "A Yao" seemed to make him soak in the wine jar, making him feel top-heavy and numb. On the thin fingers of the jug, he nodded in a daze like a nightmare, and then shook his head hastily: "I'm not greedy, I will show my original shape after drinking."

Lu Yao who said this was too serious, and the smile on Su Wan's mouth deepened, adding a sense of connivance and connivance: "Drink, I'm here, and I won't turn you into a big tiger drinking crazy everywhere."

Lu Yao took the jug ignorantly: "Master, what is drinking madness?"

"It's just that if you drink too much wine, you will become crazy."

"Then I don't want to be crazy."

"You are so stupid, you shouldn't go anywhere crazy."

Su Wan put away the paintings hanging under the candlelight, and tied the red ribbon tightly, remembering that before and after the bridegroom officials were taken away, their lovers disappeared, so he confessed to him: "Ah Yao, these few days Today you stay here with this appearance, maybe the red ghost will come to see you, if the comer is not kind, don't be merciful, just kill it; if it is not malicious, just go with it, don't forget always Be on guard, I will use the spirit deed to find you."

"Yes."

Lu Yao clenched his palms tightly, vaguely feeling that the spiritual bond in his palm was slightly hot.

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The east of the city was sparsely populated, and the end of the martial arts field was not yet completed. The place where the curtains and poles were originally placed was hung with new flags, floating in the air lifelessly.

Near the Dongqiao pond, there is a thick weeping willow growing, the wicker sticks to each other, playing and playing on the water like a child, without any abnormality.

A man walks in front of the willow tree, wearing a vine green and white plum gauze robe with a vertical collar, and a soft smoked wide-sleeved shirt. The dark clouds are half tied and half bunched, and the silver crown is inlaid with jade. A bit slutty, drunk and heroic.

His body was covered with the aroma of Jin Jiangchun's wine, and he was holding a scroll of paintings and three sticks of incense in his hand.

In the glamorous night, he took out a fire pocket and lit three sticks of incense. The light of the fire caressed his delicate outline, illuminating a pair of eyes full of emotion, drunk the jumping flame in it, and let it perish and perish.

The incense is burned, and the white smoke slowly draws away along the red light at the top, entangles the willow branches and leaves, and lingers for a long time.

Within a moment, the white smoke from the incense sticks mixed together, surrounding the willow tree and the people beside the tree, as if they had strayed into a maze.

The people in the smoke turned around unhurriedly, quietly looking at a duplex-style temple that appeared out of nowhere behind them. On the erected blood-red plaque, the words "marriage temple" were written.

Holding the painting, he stepped into the temple gate without hesitation, and saw the statue of the red ghost standing in the middle at a glance. It grinned and smiled evilly, as if it could come alive in the next moment and swallow people into its belly.

The temple house is very small, and after putting down the huge stone statue, nothing can be put down. There is a white marble engraved stone basin in front of the statue, and the length is just the size of a scroll.

The visitor placed the painting scroll in the middle, and as soon as he let go of the painting, a faint green flame burst out from the stone basin, and the tongue of fire licked the scroll, and within a short time, the scroll in the basin was completely swallowed up.

At this moment, the temple house and the scroll were engulfed in fire, the young master in the house remained calm, his soft smoke robe was burned into a dark green color, he turned around in the firelight, his whole body was as handsome as a row of pearls and jade on rice paper, With a shocking demeanor, people immediately think that he is the god enshrined in this temple.

After the dark fire engulfed the temple house, the young man was unscathed, standing peacefully in the martial field, and everything around him was as usual.

The three sticks of incense beside the willow tree had already been burned out, and there was not even ash left.

Someone was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe hidden in the deeper dew. The chaotic patterns of fine jade and broken jade on his robe matched the faint fire on the edge of the eaves. He stood quietly and had a panoramic view of the scene beside the willow tree.

Two white lanterns were hung in front of the city lord's mansion in the distance, and their halos fell on the ground, looking very bleak.

The news of the death of the city lord has not been released from the mansion, perhaps because of the recent unrest in the city, there will be another disaster, and the people will feel uneasy.

Only a Taoist priest in a brocade gray robe held a dust whisk in his hand, and with a group of disciples behind him, he set up a simple altar and chanted sutras for the souls of the dead.

The fly whisk swayed on the altar, and the recited scriptures hovered over the mansion, hoping to extradite the lonely soul.

Su Wan's gaze stayed on the altar for two seconds, and when he retracted, the shadow of the mastiff flashed at the end of his eyes, extremely fast.

After noticing himself, he remained vigilant, but still saluted him from afar on the roof tiles.

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The fire was burning in the darkness, and a scroll of painting slowly appeared in the fire. The red ghost picked up the scroll in the fire, tore off the red ribbon, glanced at the person in the painting, and then showed the painting to the hidden place The person said: "Pavilion Master, the young master in this painting does not seem to be the person you wish."

"It doesn't matter, when the time comes, you can take this painting and look for him, and he will definitely come." The voice of the person called "Pavilion Master" was low and sometimes sharp, and he was neither male nor female, and he couldn't distinguish between male and female.

"Are you so sure?" Yin Gui asked worriedly, "Those two Taoists are extremely powerful, I don't dare to face them head-on..."

As soon as I said this, the ghost fire suddenly went out, and several bat-shaped blood darts shot out from the dark place, and fell into the red ghost's body, causing it to scream, and the impact force drove it back, and its thin body was directly crushed. Nailed to the trunk.

"It's up to you if you play chess here! What they want is in my hands, so I'm naturally willing to take the bait."

The person in the dark gave a smirk, and glanced at the scrolls that fell on the ground, "If you can't lure them to the ghost nest, you'd better destroy them yourself and apologize before I do it myself!"

The red ghost didn't dare to move, desperately trying to suppress the pain in his body and the fear in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "The pavilion master is right, I will do it now."

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The business of Buxianxianfang, which makes a living by organizing in-laws’ weddings, has been bleak for several days. I wanted to take advantage of the spring breeze of the Zhuming Lantern Festival to make a living, but I didn’t expect to encounter such a bad thing. sold.

It was a rare business day, the little girl didn't want many things, only a wedding dress, a wedding party arranged by them and a sedan chair.

The old house in the south of the city that has not been lived for a long time has recently added lights, adding a bit of fireworks to the inside.

"Fifth Master Uncle, tell me, will the red ghost come?"

Changshu touched the embroidered pattern of Ruyi Phoenix wearing peony on the big red wedding dress.

"Dare to accept my painting, if you don't come, I'll tear down its ghost temple." Su Wan stood in front of the hall, half-opened his thin lips unhurriedly, his eyes swept across like a knife's edge.

Speaking of the painting, Changshu asked him excitedly, "Uncle Fifth, who is that in your painting?"

"What do you ask for this?"

"When a lover enters a painting, the person on the painting must be the one you love, and the person who can remind Fifth Master, even if it's not your sweetheart, is probably a very important person." Her bright brown eyes rolled around, thinking for a moment Said, "Could it be my master?"

"Do I look crazy to you?"

His eyes were covered with gray shadows, and he seemed to be smiling, but when he looked closely, he showed no expression at all.

Realizing that her guess was unreliable, but she was really curious, so she asked, "Could it be me?"

After saying that, she shook her head, "What's more wrong, I'm not a man...Could it be Junior Brother Erwa?"

She frowned in confusion, "Senior Brother Erwa is too young... Uncle Fifth, who is it?"

"You'll see him."

The appearance of that person emerged in his head, Su Wan's face was soft, and he smiled softly.

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The door of the Xuanzi Pavilion in the Changying courtyard is closed, and the red sandalwood and grass-patterned Luohan couch is covered by a Zhuhuiling screen. A jade-like figure sits in front of the couch, holding a book in his hand, and his eyes fall on the pages. His eyes are a little empty, presumably because his mind has wandered away and he doesn't know where to go.

The ghostly aura turned into red smoke and squeezed in through the crack of the door, and it became a short red ghost in front of the screen, holding a painting in its paws, with a smile on its face, you can see the sharp and blunt mouth teeth.

Feeling the ghost aura, Xu Qingyi suddenly became vigilant, and the chill froze the candle flames placed on the rosewood heart incense table with the ebony border, and almost condensed into a sharp knife out of its sheath, stabbing at the red ghost.

The ghost behind the screen reacted quickly, and with the help of the life-saving rune given by the person behind it, it quickly moved to Xiangji's side.

Frost covered the inner wall of Xuanzi Pavilion, tightly sealed the windows and doors, and even cut off the outside air.

The owner of the room full of frost has a cold appearance, with sharp ice accumulation in his eyes, layers of oppression are like mountains falling down, as if he wants to crush the living beings into ashes.

The red ghost was already cold all over, but now he only knew that he was completely cold inside and out: as expected, he shouldn't have provoked such a ruthless character.

Seeing the frost-made blade come again, it hastily raised its hand to resist, and couldn't help thinking of running away.

The cold wind brushed against him, and the red ghost wanted to use the Heaven and Earth Upside-Down Talisman to escape, but at first he saw the frost blade stop in front of it.

When it was puzzled, it found that the man in white robe was obviously attracted by the scroll in his hand.

The red ribbon that fastened the scroll was eye-catching, as if it had been stained red by blood.

Xu Qingyi thought of what he saw under the willow tree, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the scroll automatically escaped from the ghost body and fell into his hand.

He tore off the red ribbon and opened the scroll. The boy in the painting was only about sixteen or seventeen years old. His hair was disheveled like wild weeds. His nose bridge was straight and his eyes were deep and energetic. A tame wildness, but he was pursing his lips and smiling, and he looked extremely docile.

Where did you see this person?

A sense of familiarity emerged from his heart one after another, as if he was close at hand, but when he wanted to reach out and grab it, he couldn't grab anything in the end.

Xu Qingyi frowned habitually, and her slender fingers unconsciously pinched the scroll.

Seeing that things were going to turn around, the red ghost was bold enough to go up to him and said with a flattering smile: "The little one is a marriage ghost, to help those who are suffering and have love to get married. It should be practice. It's not evil. Dare to ask?" This Taoist priest, have you ever seen the person in the painting?"

Xu Qingyi frowned coldly at its high-sounding nonsense, cast a blinding spell in his hand calmly, and then exhibited the painting with his backhand, saying coldly: "It's me."