Huangliang Inn

Qingshi

In an antique courtyard in the east of the city, the house is surrounded on three sides, with rockery in the courtyard and ancient trees forming umbrellas.The flowing water beside the stone road is pulled to the top of the mountain by bamboo tubes, and then flows straight down, falling into the artificially dug pool.

The sun was rising in the east, and the spring was bright and beautiful, but the courtyard was extremely gloomy and cold, filled with resentment, making one's spine chill.

Rows of birdcages are hung in the long and narrow corridor. Thrushes, larks, tits, etc. sing crisply, vibrate their wings, fly up and down in the cages, and keep crashing into the cage doors.

The cage door was broken, and the birdcage swayed from side to side. As long as you rushed out, you could escape.

Naihe's paws are wrapped with slender chains, restricting their movements.For the caged bird, freedom is close at hand, yet far away.

The two thrushes tried several times, but knowing that there was no hope of escape, they wailed and cried blood on the spot, and finally cuddled each other and died in the birdcage.After death, the body turns into green energy, which flows into the copper furnace under the eaves of the corridor.

There are three wrist-thick incense sticks burning in front of the stove. The strange thing is that although white smoke rises, the incense sticks never get shorter.Whenever a bird turns green, the incense stick will rise half an inch.Even if it rains heavily, the fire will not go out.

In less than half a moment, several birds fell, and with the continuous influx of green air, the incense stick rose again.

These birds are little demons with enlightened intelligence. Unfortunately, they were discovered by the owner of the house. They didn't die on the spot, but they were locked up like prisoners, and they were used to extract the demon energy and become the materials for refining magic weapons.

At the top of the sun, an old man in Tang suit came with his hands behind his back.

The old man was tall and thin, with a ruddy complexion, silver hair all over his head, and three long beards hanging down his chest.At first glance, he looks benevolent and kind, very amiable.When you meet his eyes, you will find that there is no warmth in those eyes, especially when you glance at the birds in the corridor, they are full of disgust and contempt.

"The evil spirits that have caused disasters to the world should have been wiped out long ago. It is your good fortune to allow you to linger on and refine magic weapons for my Ji family!"

The birds in the corridor chirped angrily, crying blood.There are even a few eyes glowing red, trying to explode their inner alchemy, and they also want to die with the old man.It's a pity that their skills are too shallow, the old man only sacrificed two yellow talismans, and the evil energy of the inner alchemy was completely absorbed, and all of them were thrown into the copper furnace.

"A demon is a demon, stupid."

The old man smiled contemptuously, walked through the corridor, every two steps, a bird was killed on the spot.

The green air kept gushing out from the corridor, flying into the copper furnace one after another.The three sticks of incense in front of the furnace continued to grow higher, and the misty white smoke rose for a certain distance, and soon fell vertically, wrapping around the copper furnace, passing through the gaps in the top of the furnace, and hidden in the copper furnace.

The copper stove began to glow red, and there were bursts of humming in it, like the mourning of birds.

The old man's eyes were shining, and he stroked his long beard with one hand, with a look of complacency on his face: "It's almost done."

The ritual vessel in the furnace was left by the ancestors, and it is a bronze sword from the Spring and Autumn Period.

According to what the old man's father said before his death, the magic weapon was damaged in order to kill a water ghost in his early years.After many years, he figured out the method of sacrificial refining with demonic energy, so that the bronze sword could be repaired.

"It's coming, it's coming soon."

Recalling the power of the magic weapon that his father had said, the old man became more and more excited, and decided to guard the copper furnace himself until the magic weapon was forged.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps coming from the corridor, and a strong man nearly two meters tall held a lotus lantern in his hand, walked quickly to the old man, handed the lamp to the old man, and said anxiously: "Patriarch, young master! The lights are wrong!"

The old man was startled and said sharply, "What did you say?!"

In the center of the lotus lantern, the orange-red flame is like a bean, swaying without wind, flickering on and off, and there is still a faint trace of black air.

The old man held the lamp holder in his hands, looked at the fire of life that was about to go out, his eyes were stern, and his face was gloomy like water.

"Who dares to hurt my grandson's life?!"

安市

The weather is fine, the wind is warm, the antique street is full of people, tourists are jostling shoulder to shoulder, all kinds of shouts are endless, and it is very lively.

Amidst the din, the Huangliang Inn seemed particularly deserted.

The wooden carved gate is tightly closed, and visitors often pass by in front of it, attracted by the cornices and stone beasts, stop and watch for a while, only to find that the gate is locked from the inside, and no one responds to their calls.Although I was curious about the layout of the store, but the owner did not open the door, I had to leave regretfully.

In the inn, Yan Jue put the newly made incense ball into the incense burner, and took the silk yarn to wipe his hands.Handed the little fox a few pieces of caramel, told him not to be naughty, and greeted the Yin soldiers, and took the female ghost to the second floor.

Watching the backs of the two people disappear behind the stairs, the big Yinbing approached the company commander and said in a low voice: "Company commander, is this really possible?"

"The shopkeeper said yes." The company commander held a demon fish in his hand, biting the flesh and bones until it creaked.The bone of this kind of demon fish is extremely hard, after refining it is no less than a low-level magical weapon, but he chewed it very easily, swallowing it mouthful after mouthful.

"This is a change of fate, the other party is still a Taoist priest." The big man grabbed his military cap and said worriedly.

The company commander glanced at him, stuffed the small half of the fish tail into his mouth, and punched him on the head with his fist, scolding: "What kind of Taoist is not a Taoist, we have been ghosts for so many years, have we seen few monks and Taoists? Afraid of a ball! "

The big man was knocked down and sat on the ground, causing all the Yin soldiers to burst into laughter.

"The company commander is right, you are afraid of a ball!"

When the big man came to his senses, he also felt that he was dizzy and was worrying unfoundedly.He was just so annoyed by the laughter that he couldn't get off the stage, so he roared angrily, with black air gushing out from his body, and rushed towards the Yin soldiers who laughed the most.

"Pay attention to me, who dares to touch the stove, I will tear off his head!" The Yin soldiers punched and kicked, getting closer to the stove, and the company commander immediately issued a warning.

Sacrificial will-o'-the-wisps are a contract they reached with Yan Jue, if they accidentally overturn the stove to extinguish the will-o'-the-wisps, one counts as one, and he just waits to be dealt with by him!

Hearing the warning, the Yin soldiers naturally didn't dare to go too far, and stopped after a while. The guards who were supposed to guard the stove gathered at the window one after another, watching the people passing by on the long street. Reminiscing, there is a bit of nostalgia in his expression.

"When I was not in the army, I went to the county with my father and ate three meat buns. It was the first time I ate meat buns. Even a ghost will never forget the taste..."

On the second floor of the inn, Yan Xing held the incense burner in his hand, and walked into a room near the end of the corridor with the female ghost.

The room is very spacious, with blank picture scrolls hanging on three walls, two screens on the floor, and two wooden couches between the screens, one of which is lying a Taoist priest caught in a nightmare.

Beside the couch stands a round table with a copper stand on which a copper bell hangs.

Yan Jue put the incense burner beside the copper bell, looked sideways at the female ghost, and said, "You really think about it?"

"Yes." The female ghost's tone was firm, and she held the wooden slip with black background and red pattern in her hand, and handed it to Yan Jue respectfully, "The shopkeeper helped me achieve my wish, and I voluntarily sacrificed my soul and soul."

"it is good."

Yan Jue nodded, and the agreement was finalized.

The wooden slips flew into Yan Jue's hands, and the black background was completely covered with bright red.

"Rise the bell and fall into a dream, and return as soon as the sound dies, remember."

"Yes."

The woman gave Yan Jue a blessing, and then according to his instructions, she folded her clothes and lay down on the couch, side by side with the Taoist priest.

Yan Jue took the blood from the Taoist's fingertips, condensed it into a fingernail-sized bead, placed it between the woman's eyebrows, and attached a seal of spiritual energy to her palm.Then shake the copper bell, knead into a formula with one hand, and punch it into the screen.

The indoor fragrance is wafting, and the blank screens on both sides reveal the rushing river, the bustling county town, and the magnificent Shen mansion.

In the courtyard, a man in a suit with neatly combed hair and a gold mirror hanging on his face was swinging on a swing. A beautiful girl sat on it, her skirt fluttering in the wind, and cheerful laughter spread far away.

When the swing stopped, the woman turned around and threw herself into the man's arms, wanton and flamboyant.They didn't realize at all that the person who had passed away was standing under the eaves, looking at them coldly.

The man hugged the girl horizontally and walked towards the house.

The bed curtain fell, and the laughter came again.

A red light flashed in the female ghost's eyes, but she didn't stop there, and soon floated into the air.

The contract she reached with Yan Jue was not meant to be fulfilled at this time.If she wanted to find the Taoist priest who was indiscriminate, she would let her soul fly away. She would go back to the day when she was the happiest and most desperate. Resentment and despair.

"What will you do?" Yan Yan whispered in front of the screen watching the rapidly turning scene.

In the picture, the female ghost travels back in time and space, following the breath of the Taoist priest's blood, and finally finds the target.Seeing the familiar figure in a Taoist robe who was beheading a fox demon under the dagger, his tightly tied black hair suddenly spread out, and black lines covered his cheeks.

Flying down behind the Taoist priest, the female ghost squeezed the seal of the palm tightly, with a cold expression and sharp eyes.