Qingguan Nightmare Shadow

In winter, it dawns late, at the end of Yinshi, and you can't even see a little bit of purple above your head.Everyone in the Anfu was sleeping soundly, even the handyman, servants, housekeepers, etc. would not get up so early.An Tong walked through the gate with peace of mind. On the road, he would occasionally meet hawkers who got up early and went to the market to compete for stalls. If they were unfamiliar, they would pass by. If they were familiar, they would turn their heads to avoid them.At this time, the idlers were still in a dreamland, and those who were not idle had their own things to do, and no one noticed that Mr. An was walking on the dark road.

Turning south into the mountain road, there is no sign of people at all.The woods are overcast, winding paths lead to secluded places, gradually there is the ethereal sound of flowing water, An Tong thought, Baiyin Temple is coming soon.

Ever since he was born as the eldest son of the An family, he has never been to Baiyin Temple; An Cao only brought his servants with him when he prayed for blessings. safely.If there are festivals such as New Year's Eve, Double Ninth Festival, and Zhongyuan that require sacrifices, Anfu can handle them internally, and there is no need to go to Baiyin Temple.Also because he was afraid that he would fall in love with the scene, An Tong refused Xiao Xin's invitation many times.

However, when he heard Xiao Xin mentioning the plague yesterday, a strange emotion arose in his heart, and he wanted to go back to his old place by chance.Perhaps it was because he had a deep connection with the "plague", so his emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were hit.

The mountain road of Baiyin Temple is still the mountain road more than 20 years ago, the trees are still those trees, and the temple is still the red temple with strong incense.Nothing has changed, it seems that he is only 20 days apart, not 20 years.

Xiao Xin arrived earlier and stood at the foot of the hundred-step stone staircase waiting for him.

An Tong said: "Da Ya."

Xiao Xin: "Brother Su Rong."

Although the two were classmates when they were teenagers and had a good friendship when they were young, due to various reasons, they have maintained a respect for strangers for many years. Standing in front of the temple at this time, perhaps infected by the serious atmosphere, they are more polite to each other thoughtful.

An Tong walked a step faster, one more stone steps than Xiao Xin, Xiao Xin did not catch up, but followed behind him.An Tong couldn't say it clearly, he couldn't say "it doesn't matter if you fail the rankings repeatedly, it doesn't matter if your father and my father fell out, it doesn't matter if you come from a bad background, come, walk side by side with Brother Su Rong and me", it's just asking for a fight.It's not good to stop deliberately, Xiao Xin will definitely go back again, after thinking about it again and again, An Tong pretended to feel it, paused, supported Xiao Xin's shoulder and said: "This Baiyin Temple has elegant scenery, steep halls, It has the aura of fairyland, I have never visited it, it is really a regret. Visit today, I hope it is not too late."

Sure enough, Xiao Xin didn't have time to stop, and made up the level that was behind An Tong.Just subconsciously backed away, was held down by a force from the opponent's hand, and understood An Tong's meaning, moved in his heart, smiled and said: "It's not too late." Then he looked around and said: "Don't dare to speak loudly, I'm afraid Shocking the master. It is just right for this scene."

An Tong said: "I just came to 'Shocking Master' today."

Before he could explain, the hundreds of stone steps came to the end, and there was a continuous rhythmic sound of chanting incantations from the temple, which must be the wizard's practice.

"Look at where they are going." An Tong said.

The two walked into the gate of the temple softly, nodded to the young monk sweeping the floor at the gate, and stood aside to watch the ceremony.The people present were all surrounded in a circle, there were more than 30 people inside and outside, An Tong and Xiao Xin approached silently without being noticed.Among the crowd were three wizards in strange clothes, chanting words around the brazier, dancing with hands and feet, making a big show of it, their eyes closed and their faces twitching, as if they were really talking to something invisible.

With just one glance, Xiao Xin said in a low voice: "Hurry up, it will end in less than half an hour."

"Su Rong, what are you going to do now?"

"Wait until they're done."

"Don't you need to interrupt?"

"What these wizards do is like feeding a patient a dose of health-preserving soup that can neither cure the disease nor kill the person. However, this health-preserving soup is a psychological comfort, and it doesn't matter if you take another dose. If I go to bring someone else to drink the medicine now Let's not talk about whether these people are in a hurry, but if the three wizards don't get paid today, the blame should be on you and me."

The two looked at it for a while, and felt a little sleepy, so An Tong proposed to go outside for a walk.

Along the way, Xiao Xin introduced the history of the various buildings of Baiyin Temple to An Tong, and he didn't know if An Tong had listened to it, but he seemed to know where he was going, and went straight up the slope from a path covered by vegetation. Go, come to a dilapidated log cabin.

To An Tong's surprise, he thought that the door of the abandoned wooden house was open, and there was still someone inside, and it was the person he subconsciously wanted to find.

Abbot Zhuyuan.

The abbot's appearance has hardly changed, but the long eyebrows hanging down have become completely white.He should have been more than 60 years old.

Hearing the rustling of grass and trees, the old abbot, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating after closing the curtain, opened his eyes, stood up, rolled up his sleeves and bowed to An Tong and Xiao Xin.

"Abbot." Xiao Xin said respectfully.

Zhuyuan looked at An Tong who was silent, his eyes flashed strangely, but soon he sat on the futon and meditated again.

As if waking up from a dream, An Tong speeded up and followed the way he came.

Finally, Xiao Xin couldn't bear his curiosity, and asked him why he insisted on taking care of Suishui Town's affairs, and finally asked: "Also, I always feel as if you have been here before."

An Tong said casually: "Maybe I have been here in my previous life."

The two were discussing and walking around again, but suddenly they heard screams of panic from the monastery where the ritual was being performed.Xiao Xin was still hesitating, while An Tong ran down without thinking.In the world, there are often unskilled wizards who cannot get rid of demonic obstacles, but instead attract some miscellaneous things.Those three singing and dancing wizards might have done something that backfired, attracting ghosts and ghosts, etc., and frightened everyone.

Sure enough, except for the three wizards, each of them was wrapped around a ghost girl with disheveled hair and a flexible body. Hook is extremely intimidating.For a moment, the monastery was filled with miserable howls.

Xiao Xin was surprised: "What happened to them?" He could only see the pale-faced and ugly-looking person, but he couldn't see the ghost girl, and he didn't understand what happened.

An Tong said: "The wizard summoned the tear-picking girl."

Xiao Xin opened his eyes wide: "What girl who picks tears?"

An Tong said: "The little female ghost who brings soup ingredients to Po Meng usually uses a hook to scare people around when the sky is dark, making them cry. Tears are the main ingredient of Po Meng's soup, which must be collected by the female ghost. Tears boil." He looked at the three wizards who were still chanting, and couldn't laugh or cry.It is said that they are capable, but this pretentious ceremony is definitely not compatible with expelling the plague; it is also impossible to say that they are not capable, after all, it is not so easy for Meng Po's men to be summoned.

Xiao Xin asked: "How do you know?"

"Guess. This kind of female ghost is best at scaring people. You can see that these people are evasive, most of them are avoiding the hook of the tear-picking girl."

The three wizards repeatedly comforted those who could not move, saying that the evil spirits that caused the plague came out, it's okay, it's okay, we'll wipe them out right away.After all, you poked me with a stick-shaped magic weapon, and it really drove the tear-picking girl away.The tear-picking girl only scares people and does not hurt others, this is the rule of Meng Po; facing the aggressive-looking wizard, the tear-picking girl yelled a few times at the person she was pestering, forced out a few tears and She hid herself, unwilling to be entangled with the magic weapon of the wizard.

These three wizards were recommended by Suishui Town to cure the plague. They must have used this kind of tricks to fool people.

Five gentle children squeezed out from the crowd, about eleven or twelve years old, although they were terribly frightened just now, they tried to calm down and walked to the side of the wizard, one of them said: "Will this female ghost come back again?" Running to Suishui Town to do harm?"

The wizard said: "When we drove them away, we also purified the suffocation of these things. Now they should rush to reincarnate and start a new life."

A voice of gratitude.

An Tong said in his heart, as stubborn as a tearful girl, even if she goes to reincarnate, she will become a lunatic, so be careful of being bitten.

The elegant demeanor of the five children is very characteristic of Xiao Xin, which reminds An Tong of Xiao Xin's appearance as a serious scholar when he was a child. comprehensive.

No, Xiao Xin is still a serious scholar after he grows up, it hasn't changed.

The upright scholar was full of doubts: "The wizard said that the evil spirits have been exorcised, so should we stay?"

An Tong said: "You can't trust the wizard's words, it's better to trust me."

"How do you know this?"

"Father's eyes are forbidden | If you read too many books, you will naturally understand." An Tonghu edited.

Anyway, Xiao Xin had come to Baiyin Temple with An Tong in a daze, so he wasn't afraid to continue in a daze: "What can I help you with?"

"Advise them to follow me to the Xiuzhu River."

The three wizards took the money bag and jewellery, and swaggered out of the temple gate, followed by everyone.Xiao Xin hesitated for a while, and stopped one of his students.Before he could speak, the student exclaimed, "Mr. Xiao."

Hearing the sound, the other four students turned their heads one after another, saw Xiao Xin, and said in unison: "Mr. Xiao."

The students' parents, uncles, and sisters-in-law all surrounded him, and came to greet Xiao Xin respectfully: "Mr. Xiao, we didn't even know you were here, why did you come here?"

Xiao Xin got straight to the point: "A friend of mine heard about the Suishui town and wanted to come over and help."

A student's father said: "Thank you Mr. Xiao and Mr. Xiao's friends, but you have also seen that the evil spirits have been exorcised and purified by the wizard."

Xiao Xin made a rare nonsense: "That friend is an expert, on the basis of being a wizard, he can add a seal to exorcise ghosts for everyone, so as to ensure everyone's safety."

Someone said: "That would be the best, I wonder who is Mr. Xiao's friend?"

Xiao Xin said in the direction of An Tong: "Brother Su Rong."

Everyone felt that the name was very familiar, and they were recalling it when a young man with an extraordinary majesty and celestial spirit walked out from behind the crowd, with a smile on his face, a hint of unrestrained arrogance faintly lingering on his lips, and a coercive heroism exuded in his gentleness.

An Tong cupped his hands: "I'm not An Tong."

"Oh, isn't this the eldest son of the An family?"

"How fortunate, I have admired Mr. An's name for a long time."

"Young Master Ansu Rongan, the reincarnation of Prime Minister Su."

"..."

Xiao Xin looked at An Tong who was submerged in the sound of praise and compliments, and silently withdrew.

The parents of the five students sent their children to An Tong's side, and told them to meet Mr. An as soon as possible, so as to get a taste of the talent of Prime Minister Su.Some frank parents directly held their children's hands and asked them to touch Mr. An's clothes.The five students had all been taught by Xiao Xin, and they blushed with shame from being rude to their parents, and quickly backed away, apologizing to An Tong with their eyes.

An Tong didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "Everyone is ridiculous."

"No way, Mr. An can't bear any praise!"

An Tong said: "As Xiao Daya said, I'm here to get involved in Suishui Town. If you are willing to give An some trust, please follow me to the Xiuzhu River."

After a ritual performed by the wizard, everyone's hearts were relieved. At this time, they were very excited to see the eldest son of the An family again. They didn't think much about it, and only wanted to let their children get along with An Tong more.Everyone also forgot the purpose of this trip and the reason why An Tong came here for a while, they did what An Tong said, and surrounded An Tong with you and me, and moved to the Xiuzhu River without knowing it.

An Tong also breathed a sigh of relief.

He won't bump into his mother and Song Chan.

The riverside is open, and the open space is covered with deep and shallow weeds. A few evergreen trees in the south are all set back far away. There is nothing to obstruct the view. At a glance, there is only a wide and stable river.

An Tong said: "Please spread out, everyone."

Everyone dispersed as they said.

Xiao Xin stepped forward and said: "Didn't the book you read say that you need any utensils?"

"Stones and branches are fine. If you can't find these two, it doesn't matter. You have a good memory and a good sense of direction." Immediately, An Tong raised his voice to guide: "Everyone stand a little further. Now, everyone is on the ground Carve your own birthday horoscope, remember, each character should be at least as big as your own head. After writing, walk along the track of your own engraving and writing."

Xiao Xin silently gestured at the size of his head.

Everyone squatted down and carved their birthdays on the ground, and they didn't care whether Mr. An's so-called seal was reliable or not.

Although Xiao Xin's five students are far apart, their movements are almost the same. They can even make a "li" character while squatting, and the standard posture of holding a "pen" for writing is exemplary.

People finished writing words one after another and started walking.

An Tong said: "Whatever I say, everyone will follow suit, loudly."

Everyone should be well.

An Tong said: "Dear Siming Xiaoxian."

"Dear Siming Xiaoxian."

An Tong said: "Thanks to your care, I am safe in this world."

"Thanks to your care, I am safe in this world."

An Tong: "If you don't write well in the notebook, it's because you are incompetent. If you dare to touch me again, be careful and I will sue you. Ask me who I want to sue. There are clouds in the sky."

"..."

The crowd was silent.

A string of doggerel-rhythm words uttered by Mr. An stunned the people. After slowly recovering their senses, some people couldn't breathe while holding back their laughter, some whispered in a daze, and some simply stood still.Xiao Xin's students stopped at the same time, turned to look at him with the same posture and expression, and even used their thoughts to force back the goosebumps.

Xiao Xin brushed the black line on his head and said, "Brother Su Rong, what are you doing?"

"Teach everyone to worship Xiaoxian Siming."

To be precise, it is to teach everyone to intimidate Siming Xiaoxian.

Suishui town hasn't heard anything outrageous and unreasonable recently, but it has been attacked by the plague. It must be the little fairy Siming from above who is putting on a show, so as to win the attention of all the naughty little fairies and improve his reputation.If you want to see enough of the gods who have watched the tragic dramas in the world, Xiaoxian Siming will stop, but at that time, I am afraid that there will not be many people left in Suishui Town.The town of Suishui is not big, and the resentment of the ghosts is not enough to spread to the higher-level gods. The best way to suppress the plague is to call on Lord Siming to take care of the violations of these little immortals.

The new Si Mingjun is "Yunli" in An Tong's mouth.

An Tong wants everyone to tell Xiaoxian Siming that we are people who understand you and give you a chance to stop yourself, otherwise we will ask Mr. Siming to cut you.

An Tong said: "Read it loudly."

Everyone cleared their throats, and read the unusual words with expressive expressions.

An Tong said: "Repeat it several times, the louder the better."

More than 30 people chant loudly near the quiet Baiyin Temple, which will naturally attract monks in the Baiyin Temple.There were a few monks walking over from afar, An Tong saw them, he said to himself a few times, and told everyone to stop.Just as he was about to say a few more words, there was a stabbing pain in his peripheral vision, and when he looked over, he saw Song Chan walking towards this side with Mrs. An Cao supported.

An Tong said to Xiao: "Da Ya, I want to avoid it."

"Avoid it?" Xiao Xin followed his gaze and saw Mrs. An.

"After you tell everyone to go back, gather those who are not sick and do the same as before. If you are sick, you must ask a doctor to treat them. You can't let those three wizards make trouble again."

"Brother Su Rong..."

"Da Ya, don't say I've been here."

An Tong walked in a bit of a hurry, but in the eyes of Xiao Xin's students and family members, Mr. An's back is still detached and refined.

Everyone said: "Mr. Xiao, where is Mr. An going?"

Xiao Dao said, "I offer incense to everyone."

An Tong took a detour from the path that was not counted as a road, and did not slow down until he confirmed that his mother and Song Chan could not see him.Before going down the mountain, he looked back at the main temple of Baiyin Temple; at this time, there were already few other pilgrims.

It suddenly occurred to him that if those people with the water were asked, they would not guarantee that he had been there, which would cause some headaches.

While holding his forehead, a voice came from his ear: "Su Tong?"

Turning around subconsciously, an old man came towards him, who was the old abbot Zhuyuan who was meditating cross-legged just now.

An Tong said: "Abbot Zhuyuan."

Zhuyuan called out "Su Tong" again.

An Tong smiled and said, "Does the abbot praise An like the people in the secular world? But others just call me 'Prime Minister Su is reborn', but the abbot directly calls me by the name of Prime Minister Su."

Abbot Zhuyuan said: "When Mr. An came to the wooden house, I felt that Mr. An and Su Tong were very similar."

An Tong said: "I was taught by my father since I was a child, and I was infiltrated by Prime Minister Su's deeds. It is inevitable that I imitated him in some aspects."

"How did Mr. An know about Si Ming Xiaoxian?"

"There are records of this in the anecdotes of unofficial history, but others don't believe it, and An Mou believes it."

The abbot said: "I would like to treat Mr. An to a cup of tea."