I am a fairy

Chapter 57: Yin and Yang split the dawn and the gods and humans intertwined
early morning.

The shaman walked along a thorny path from the back and came to the cliff with cascading hot springs, and put the incense burner in his hand aside.

Afterwards, he took off the phoenix-headed harp from his back and placed it in front of his knees, then sat alone on the edge of the cliff.

After her status changed from a candidate for the spiritual concubine of Taiyi God to the unique divine witch of Yunzhongjun, her zither was hidden away and she was no longer allowed to play it.

As the divine witch of Yun Zhongjun, she must be Yun Zhongjun in all aspects.

But since the last time she truthfully conveyed Yun Zhongjun's decree, she also said something.

"Yun Zhongjun likes the zither."

Thus, she regained the opportunity to play the harp freely.

Hot spring water flowed by the side, and the smoke and mist merged together, making it difficult to tell the difference between the two. It also half-obscured her figure, and she looked like a god with a mask on her head.

The fingertips hooked the strings of the zither, and the sun and moon pendants under the temples swayed gently.

After testing the sound of the piano, the wizard officially began to play.

The musical instrument Qin can be traced back to ancient times. It is said that it was improved and passed down by successive ancient sage emperors.

The shaman played "Shenren Chang", which is said to have been composed by the ancient God Emperor.

At the beginning, a long section of overtones that penetrate the sky come from far away, followed by a section of scattered sounds with rising and falling rhythms, and the pressed notes seem to bring people into a mysterious and pious sacrificial ceremony.

The three sounds of heaven, earth and man are in harmony, and man and God are in fusion.

The whole piece uses only five strings, Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu, revealing the flavor of the zither from ancient times.

Thousands of years have passed, and perhaps only the witches from the ancient Chu land still retain this tradition, and only these divine witches can play such a divine song as "Shenren Chang".

suddenly.

The wizard felt the sensation of being watched again, but at the same time he felt a chill all over his body.

While playing the piano, she was also looking around carefully.

Every time Yun Zhongjun appears, he is always accompanied by clouds and fog. There was no fog this morning, but the mountain was shrouded in mist created by hot springs, like a fairyland.

She couldn't tell whether the gods would appear or not in such weather.

As the sound of the piano gradually became louder and louder, pouring down like a stream from a mountain stream, the shadow in the dark was getting closer and closer.

The wizard was a little nervous and suddenly played a wrong note.

"Den!"

The note was so long that the shaman became a little flustered, and the music came to an abrupt end.

The witch no longer quietly looked around with her peripheral vision, but immediately turned her head, the sun and moon jade pendant swinging with her hair at her temples, and she looked behind her.

The shadow in the dark seemed to be frightened and quickly hid and disappeared into the darkness.

But she felt movement, coming from deep within the cave.

In the evening.

She came again, but this time she brought a pot of wine.

She sat at the exit of the cave, the spring water gurgling under her feet, still playing the song "Shenren Chang".

The sound of the piano traveled deep into the cave, and the melody echoed among the twists and turns, becoming more and more mysterious.

And the figure walking in the depths of the cave was also following the sound of the piano, gradually approaching the place where the sound came from.

"Clap!"

"Clap!"

The footsteps were very light, but they would inevitably make noises when passing by water.

When the footsteps finally approached, she looked deep into the cave and a tall, dark shadow appeared before her.

Finally, she saw the being she had spied on many times before, and she finally understood why she had felt the chill before.

It's not because of the presence of gods.

It was a ferocious creature like a ghost.

But to her, this thing is a real ghost.

That chill is a person's instinctive reaction to this ferocious creature.

The wizard was a little panicked.

She stood up at once. However, the beast was even more panicked than she was when it saw her standing up.

"Squeak squeak!"

The ferocious creature crawled on the ground, and its cry was filled with fear, as if it was begging for mercy.

She thought it was Yun Zhongjun, but she never imagined it was such a ghost god.

The evil creature bowed down and seemed to have mistaken her for someone else.

The shaman held the zither and asked the ghost.

"who are you?"

The wizard just asked the question and answered it himself.

"You must be the ghost that roams on this sacred peak. Someone saw your shadow before. I think you are protecting this mountain and the cloud wall."

"In that case, you can be considered the guardian god of this mountain."

At this moment, the monkey has undergone a radical change from before.
The yellow and reddish hair, originally due to malnutrition and pregnancy, has turned into shiny black, not to mention the helmet on her head that covers her eyes, nose and ears.

Even if this monkey appeared in front of Liu Hu during the day, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize that they were the same monkey.

The shaman had never seen the monkey up close, and of course he did not recognize it as the former Hanba.

The monkey did not speak, nor did he answer the witch's question. The witch stepped forward and wanted to take a closer look at the appearance of this "ghost", but the "ghost" kept backing away, not daring to get close to her at all.

The wizard looked at the cloud-patterned robe on his body and seemed to understand something.

"You think I'm Yun Zhongjun."

The witch asked again: "Do I look a lot like the Lord God?"

The last time she had taken a look at "Yun Zhongjun", she didn't dare to look closely. Now when she thinks back on it, it feels like a dream.

If it was the ghost that haunted the worlds of humans and gods, perhaps it should be able to answer her question!

As soon as she said this, the "ghost" bowed again.

Although it may seem like there is no answer, it is more powerful than a direct answer.

Divine Witch: "It really looks like it."

She took off her mask again, revealing her face underneath.

Question: “Does it still look like that now?”

The "ghost" knelt on the ground and raised his head. The eyes under the helmet stared straight at her face. He looked left and right, seeming a little confused.

Divine wizard: "It seems there is still some difference. Yes, after all, I am just a wizard who plays the role of God."

It was the first time for the shaman to have direct communication with this "ghost". He forgot the time while talking. Standing in the cave, he did not notice that the sun was setting behind him.

The sky darkened, the sun had almost sunk into the earth, leaving only a thin line. The wizard suddenly looked back.

"Oh no, it's getting dark."

The wizard saw that it was getting dark and the moment of the union between gods and humans was about to come.

She immediately picked up her zither, lifted the incense burner, and hurriedly prepared to go down the mountain.

But after looking around, he couldn't find the pot of wine.

"what?"

"Why is the wine jug gone?"

The wizard was a little anxious. He looked up and saw that it was completely dark. He could no longer see clearly what was around him, so he gave up looking for the pot of wine.

however.

Wait until the wizard ran out of the cave.

His hurried steps suddenly stopped, and he stared blankly at the cliff where she had been sitting in the morning.

She saw someone outside, a figure sitting under a peach tree beside the hot spring pool, with one hand behind his head, leaning leisurely against the tree. But it was dark and she could only see the outline of the person but not who he was.

But unlike before, she already had a sense of who it was.

Even though, there is only one outline.

(End of this chapter)