Night Talk Hundred Stories

The Taoist suddenly heard someone else speak, and couldn't help but lose his mind, a talisman in his hand didn't fly out, he glared at Zhao Xiaozhu and roared: "What trouble are you making!"

Zhao Xiaozhu stepped in front of the Taoist priest and said eagerly: "Master Dao, the shopkeeper also said that all these years I have only heard ghosts crying, and nothing happened. Can the priest let the female ghost go?"

The Taoist pushed him away and said with a sneer, "Since it's a female ghost, I will kill her to avoid future disasters!"

Seeing that the Taoist priest didn't listen, Zhao Xiaozhu could only pull out the sword from his waist and said, "Don't force the Taoist priest!"

"You and that female ghost are actually in the same group?!" The Taoist said sharply, and another spell flew out, turning into a ray of yellow light and flying towards the female corpse.

The female corpse seemed to have gone mad, and she met the spell without avoiding it. For a while, the skeleton could only be heard creaking, which made people feel numb.

That spell had knocked down the skeleton of the female corpse's left arm, Qing He frowned, looked at Hei Yao, and asked, "Can you help her now?"

"Her left arm has fallen off, her skeleton is disintegrated, and she can't hold her grievances, nor can she cause harm..." Hei Yao stroked his hair and pondered, "How do you want to help her?"

"I don't want her to be reborn because of such a jade flute."

Qinghe blinked, stretched out his hand to make a handprint, and immediately an invisible barrier rose between the female corpse and the Taoist priest, separating the ghost from the human. The Taoist priest was startled, and looked at Qinghe with disbelief in his eyes.

Hei Yao raised his eyes to look at him, his dark and deep eyes gradually glowed with a green light, his slender body slowly lowered down, and after a puff of blue smoke, he turned into a prototype.

It was a huge black wolf. Its black fur was shiny under the moonlight. Standing in the courtyard, its dark eyes glowed green in the night, as if it possessed the power to penetrate people's hearts.

Seeing this, several people who were collapsed on the ground in the courtyard yelled and passed out. Hei Yao glanced at it disdainfully, raised his head towards the moon and let out a wolf howl. After that, the whole Linzhou City was plunged There was a strange dead silence: the originally noisy street fell silent, only a gust of wind could be heard; pedestrians walking on the street raised their right feet slightly in the air, but never took a second step; The waiter of the wine just tilted the jug, and the sake just slipped out of the cup and it solidified, and it never fell into the cup...

Seeing that the Taoist priest also stopped moving, Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, took the jade flute from the Taoist priest's hand, and handed it to the crumbling skeleton, "You take this and go."

The bony bones took over the emerald green jade flute, and the yellowish finger bones brushed against the place where the blood flowed. The female corpse opened her jaw and seemed to show a smile: "I thank the two adults for saving me..." She slowly Slowly bent his knees, and made a big salute to the two, which surprised Qinghe, and immediately turned around and walked to Hei Yao's side, Hei Yao flicked his tail, and circled him behind him.

"What else do you need?" Hei Yao asked.

The female corpse bowed deeply, looked at the two people in front of her with empty eyes, and said: "The concubine is like a princess, she was a former dancer, she was murdered and died here by an adulterer, and the concubine's soul has been lingering here for a hundred years, only Zhao The young master gave him a flute to comfort him, and I just wish I could not repay his love for the mountains and rivers, and tonight I have such a gesture..." She took a deep breath, as if she had made some cruel intentions, "Now I just ask Mr. Zhao to remember dancing on that moonlit night Dear Ruji, forget about this terrifying female ghost tonight."

Qing He couldn't bear to hear this, and couldn't help but comfort him: "But you saw it just now, then Mr. Zhao knows that you are a female ghost, and he doesn't have any intention of harming you, but wants to help you!"

Ru Ji nodded, "That's why I hope that he will only remember Ru Ji's kindness. I have stayed in this world long enough, and I don't have anything to worry about. I hope the two adults will make it happen!"

Hei Yao stared at her, his tone seemed impatient: "What do you want us to do?"

Seeing that his tone was loose, Ruji immediately said anxiously: "My lords, please burn Ruji's bones. Ruji can tamper with everyone's memories tonight with the last bit of spiritual power, and I will definitely not bother my lords."

"But like this..." Qing He said in a daze, "You...do you know what the consequences are?"

"The concubine's body is naturally clear, even if it is wiped out, I will not change my mind!"

The night wind suddenly picked up, and the clothes of the people in the courtyard were rattling. Hei Yao and Qing He looked at each other, then nodded almost invisible, "Okay."

Suddenly, a flaming flame rose from the courtyard and shot straight into the sky. It looked like the flames were blazing, but nothing was burned—except for the broken skeleton in the middle of the flame.

Qinghe turned his head away, buried his face in the thick fur of the black wolf, and trembled slightly involuntarily.

When he was in the mountains, he also heard Hei Yao and Shu Er talk to him about life, old age, sickness, death, burning, killing and looting in the mortal world, but after all, he only heard it vaguely. When did he really see such a scene?

Knowing that he was uneasy, Hei Yao stroked his back with his tail.After such a short time, Qinghe slowly calmed down, and then looked at the place of the fire, and in the shadow of the fire, the white bone gradually lowered its body, turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.

Hei Yao recited a formula to turn off the flames, Qinghe slowly stood up, walked towards the remaining ashes, a green jade flute was buried in the gray ashes, there was originally a bamboo leaf engraved on it, now there is more A small and delicate sweet-scented osmanthus flower is embossed in gold beside the bamboo leaves, and the gold and jade complement each other, making the whole jade flute look generous and beautiful.

Qinghe reached out to pick up the jade flute. It had just been burned by the demon fire, but the jade flute was still cool to the touch. Qinghe turned his head to look at Hei Yao, and under the gentle gaze of the other party, he put the jade flute on Zhao Xiaozhu feet.

He thought that the female ghost probably wanted him to do this.

"Hei Yao..." After putting down the jade flute, Qing He whispered, "Let's go into the house."

Hei Yao let out another wolf howl, then turned into a human form, walked into the room with his arms around Qing He's shoulders.

The person behind moved his eyelids, and slowly opened his eyes. The person lying in the yard touched his head, and seemed to be a little confused. Several people standing with swords looked at each other, wondering why they seemed to be so attitude……

Suddenly, when everyone saw the pile of ashes under the osmanthus tree, they all showed a look of enlightenment, and said to the Taoist priest who was still shaking: "The Taoist master is a good method!"

"That's right! The Taoist priest really has profound mana!"

The Taoist priest moved his wrist and said with a smile: "Everyone, please respect me..."

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"Senior brother, your jade flute!" Chu Chen picked up the jade flute from the ground and handed it to Zhao Xiaozhu, and said with a smile, "Well, senior brother sometimes loses things like this."

"Thank you, little brother." Zhao Xiaoyang took the jade flute, feeling a little empty in his heart, didn't he give this jade flute to the girl who danced under the moon...

It turned out that he was the one who was sleeping on the yellow beams and couldn't tell who he was.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank quickly, and his slightly trembling fingers gently stroked the delicate sweet-scented osmanthus flower on the jade flute. Zhao Xiaoyang pursed his lips.

"Senior brother?" Chu Chen shook his hand in front of him with some anxiety, and said with a mournful face: "Senior brother, don't be angry, I just said it casually, you don't have to reflect on yourself so seriously..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao Xiaozhu patted his head, a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I'm just thinking about something."

"Senior brother often thinks about things when he lives in the store." Li Shu came up suddenly and raised his eyebrows at him, "If senior brother is in a trance, I can ask the Taoist priest to look at it for you."

"Ah, Li Shu, you are so poisonous, you actually directly said that senior brother is bewitched?"

Li Shu slapped Chu Chen on the head: "I want to call you brother!"

"Why did you hit me too..."

"Who told you that you don't understand seniority?"

……

Beside him were the noisy voices of the crowd, but Zhao Xiaozhu didn't care to listen, he inadvertently raised his head to look at the osmanthus tree in the yard, a tree in full bloom, golden, like a woman's dancing dress.He smiled slightly towards the osmanthus tree, and suddenly felt his heart slowly calm down.

The author has something to say: ——Little Theater——

Qinghe: Mr. Manuscript Box said that the first story is over~

Hei Yao: It's finally over.

Qinghe (laughs): Hei Yao don't say that, anyway, we have a vacation after the first story is over.

Hei Yao (serious): That's right, the first story is over, and we have nothing to do for the time being.Rest for four days and resume daily changes again.

Manuscript Boxer: Ah, I should say the last sentence...