Change Human Trilogy

During the post-production of the advertisement as usual, Zhong Yu rarely had a little leisure time.

When I came to the company in the morning, my colleagues were joking around pushing each other, Zhong Yu asked what was going on.

The team members said that Manager Hao distributed some tickets to the cultural relics exhibition and asked each department to select a few people to go.

Zhong Yu has always been interested in this.

Team member Xiaowei has always been venomous, and explained to him sharply: Manager Hao’s friend is the organizer of the exhibition, and the exhibition hall is newly opened, so he specially gave Manager Hao some tickets to let him gather the number of people.

Manager Hao couldn't save face, and forcibly sent it to these offices.In the end, this group was divided into 8 tickets, but there were 6 people in the group.Everyone can't push it away.

It was a rare opportunity to learn more, but no one cherished it, Zhong Yu shook his head secretly.

He took the remaining tickets and said: Give it to me.

Jianguo and Oona sat across from Zhong Yu, holding the tickets in a daze.

Jianguo said reluctantly: "It was hard to push the ticket that the female manager gave me. This weekend I want to date more beautiful women."

Oona took the ticket and looked at it again and again, glared at Jianguo and said: It would be better if you didn't go.Then she said to Zhong Yu expectantly: There is a movie theater near the exhibition hall, and you can go to the movies after the exhibition.

Apparently she's already thinking of this as a date with Bellfish.

The weather forecast says Saturday will be sunny with a light breeze.

Sure enough, these days, you can trust everything except the weather forecast!

Looking at the light rain outside the car window, Jianguo couldn't help complaining.

Zhong Yu in the car was also looking at the dark sky, it was clearly sunny when he went out in the morning.Oona pursed her lips, her well-matched skirt and sun hat were useless.

In the pavilion on a rainy day, there are few people, and there is a sense of desolation.

A young man who looked like a guard stood at the door, and distributed some plastic bags to everyone who came to the exhibition. Because the rain boots were wet, the people who came to the exhibition put plastic bags on their feet before entering.Zhong Yu took the plastic bag and said thank you.

Three people entered the museum. Zhong Yu had seen large and small cultural relics exhibitions before. No wonder this time he needed to recruit people to make up the number. Most of the cultural relics displayed in this exhibition were not very famous, nor were they like Liangzhu. Influential things like pottery culture.

Jianguo and Oona looked at this and that, purely curious, not too deeply interested.

Zhong Yu looked at the strangely shaped "cultural relics" in the glass counter, and they were all unfamiliar. The poster at the door said that most of these things were from the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, not far from now.

Jianguo pointed to a pile of strangely shaped stones and said: These are the same as the piles on the gravel road in my community!

Oona poked him with her arm: Don't talk nonsense, these are antiques that are hundreds or thousands of years old.

Jianguo looked disdainful: Putting it here might as well pave the way.

Indeed, many of these things are confusing, including strange stones, faded silks and satins, and some root carvings of porcelain that cannot be seen from the age.

Zhong Yu will read the text explanation next to each item. Just beside the pile of stones just now, a strange thing attracted his attention. It is a yellow-white jade-like stone with a round shape. I don't understand, but when he saw this thing, he was attracted by it. It wasn't clear or gorgeous, but it had a kind feeling, glowing with warm soft light, standing quietly in the middle of a pile of stones.Zhong Yu looked at the explanation on the sign next to it. It said that these jade stones were unearthed from the tomb of a high-ranking official in the Ming Dynasty, and they were probably used to ward off evil spirits.Zhong Yu looked at the warm glowing jade, it was very eye-catching among the pile of stones, but no one seemed to notice its brilliance.

Oona on the side also stared at the jade in a daze.Zhong Yu asked her: Do you feel it is glowing?

Oona shook her head and said in a low voice: I just think its shape is weird.

That piece of jade is extremely round, it should have been carved into some shapes, but it has been smoothed over time, so the original appearance cannot be seen.

Like an animal wrapped around an egg.Oona said.

Zhong Yu looked at what he said, and it really looked alike.

He was about to ask Jianguo to watch it together, only to realize that Jianguo was already standing far away from the two of them.

The two walked to where Jianguo was, and Qingkong was looking at a portrait in a daze.

Does this painting look like the 10 yuan stickers in your house?

Oona satirizes him half-jokingly.

It was rare for Jianguo to ignore her, and his eyes staring at the painting slowly returned to his senses.

Is there anything strange?Zhong Yu asked while looking at the painting.

This is painted on something similar to silk and satin, which is very worn out, and the artist is not good. The content is that a monk holding a Zen staff pours water from a vessel and pours it on a woman. It is probably because the artist is too sloppy. The woman's facial features are almost painted. They are all deformed and look hideous.You can only tell it's a woman from the long hair and figure.The background of the picture has stones and mountains.

I know!

Oona had a flash of inspiration: This is Bai Suzhen, who was drawn by Fahai.

Zhong Yu also thought of the classic passage of flooding Jinshan Temple, but this painting seems to be different from Bai Suzhen's legend.

There are words in the corner of the screen, which are very similar to the current words, but they are too scribbled, and you can roughly recognize them: "Ancient Banshee", "Water", "Death by rocks" and other incoherent words.

It's a bit like the stories in Shan Hai Jing, a story with an illustration.

Zhong Yu said.

He turned to look at Jianguo, Jianguo was still staring at the portrait in a daze, Zhong Yu felt that he was different from usual, and asked him what was wrong.

Jianguo came back to his senses, his voice was a little hoarse: The monk above looks like the master who adopted me

Oona tapped the text on the side to remind him: This painting is from the Ming Dynasty!Did your master travel from the Ming Dynasty?And the face of the monk in this painting is blurred.

Jianguo was splashed with cold water and turned his head to ignore Oona.Zhong Yu couldn't help laughing.

At this time, a middle-aged man came from the side, adjusted his thick glasses, and asked the three of them: Do you have any questions about this painting?

The three felt rude and apologized quickly.

The middle-aged man waved his hands cheerfully and said: If you have any questions about this painting, you can ask me.

Thank you, there is an introduction on this.

Oona said in a sweet voice.

The middle-aged man smiled embarrassedly: The introduction is not comprehensive, if you want to know the details, I can tell you.

All three were startled.The middle-aged man said shyly with pride: I am the staff member of this exhibition, and also the donor of this painting --- it is handed down from my family.

You are... so selfless.

Oona found words to flatter him.

The expression of the middle-aged man is already filled with the look of wanting to talk.

Oona said with great interest: Then tell me.

Bell fish and nuts also bit the bullet and expressed their expectations.

The face of the middle-aged man has already brewed: "This matter is a long story" expression.

In fact, he has been waiting for someone to pay attention to this painting, but most people have not shown much interest in this painting. Now there are 3 young people who care about this painting, and he is finally relieved.

He said: This painting was handed down by his ancestors.It is a genuine antique, but it has no special historical significance because it is not a masterpiece.Few people pay attention to it. Along with this painting, a bizarre story has also been passed down...

My surname is Ye.

The middle-aged man introduced himself: This painting is one of the family heirlooms of our Ye family.It was painted around the end of Ming Dynasty, the middle-aged man said slowly.

In the war at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Li Zicheng's breakthrough and the rebellion of the Jin clan's tyrant Ha Chi led to the precariousness of the Ming Dynasty.

War has left most people displaced and precarious.The Ye family was a wealthy family at that time, relying on the money and food accumulated by their ancestors, the days are still passing. In addition, the Ye family is willing to do good deeds. Although it is in troubled times, they are rarely harassed by robbers and refugees.

One night when it was raining heavily, there was a knock on the door of Ye's house. Originally, the servants did not dare to open the door at night, but the knock on the door was intermittent.Unexpectedly, there was a Taoist priest at the door, also middle-aged, with shabby clothes and a haggard face.Ask the Ye family for a bite of food.

The master of the Ye family saw his kind face and sympathy, so he asked someone to prepare meals for him, and brought him a change of clothes.

The Taoist wolfed down his meal.

Seeing that he was injured, the master of the Ye family acted in a hurry.

Why did the Daoist make it like this?The owner of the Ye family asked.

Something big happened!Taoist said.

What?Are officers and soldiers or rebels here?Master Ye asked anxiously.

The Taoist shook his head: Not them.It's a monster!

The master of the Ye family was relieved to hear that they were not officers, soldiers or rebels.

Seeing that he was unmoved by the "monster", the Taoist also sighed: Most people in the world don't believe that there are monsters in the world, and now the wars and chaos of officers and soldiers are more worrying than monsters.

Master Ye replied helplessly: In today's troubled times, people are more terrifying than monsters.

The Taoist said: I will tell you what I experienced the day before yesterday, and you have the right to take it as a story.

A few days ago, I met an eminent monk who had attained the Tao. As the saying goes, monks and Buddhas belong to the same family. Leave quickly, because a monster came out of the mountain recently. This monster is powerful and cruel by nature, and it is beyond ordinary people's ability to deal with it.A Taoist priest has practiced for many years but is only half a bucket of water. He has some methods to deal with Yin and Yang ghosts, but he doesn't know that there is such a monster here.I think Monk is exaggerating.The old monk said that this time was more than good, and asked him to take away his young apprentice.He wants to fight the monster to the death.The Taoist saw that the old monk was very old, and behind him was a thin young boy with a very good face.He agreed to him first.

The Taoist learned through understanding that the old monk learned that the monster came out of the mountain, and traveled thousands of miles to collect the monster. When he came here, he found that the whole mountain was full of monsters. He knew that this monster was not an ordinary character, and it might be the ancient demon "魃".Just happened to meet a Taoist priest, and the old monk entrusted his young apprentice to him, which was regarded as arranging the funeral.

The Taoist didn't believe it at first, and promised the monk that he would leave quickly. He placed the young monk at the foot of the mountain halfway, and sneaked back by himself.

This time he left, he saw the monk in cassocks from afar, standing up with his Zen staff talking to a woman in plain clothes.The woman is relatively thin, and she can't see her face, only her black hair hangs very smoothly.The Taoist thought that he was an undisciplined monk, so he made up lies to send him away from a tryst with a woman. He was about to get angry when he saw the monk take up his Zen stick and hit the woman. Intensive surges, the skin of the woman's hand that caught the Zen stick split open, and dark brown scales were exposed under the skin, breaking the monk's Zen stick from the middle, the monk's arm was torn off, and blood was thrown far away.The old monk poured a jar of water he brought on the woman, and saw that the woman's skin was burned, and the scales all over her body were exposed with black blood. The originally black hair grew rapidly, spreading to the ground like eyes. , The grass and trees where the hair swept were as dry as if they had been sucked dry.The Taoist priest was almost frightened, only then did he realize that what the old monk said was not an exaggeration.At this time, he didn't care about embarrassment, so he ran away.He still remembered the last time he turned his head, he saw the monster smash the old monk with a pile of rocks into pieces...

The Taoist was terrified, he felt that the monster might have seen him, because he seemed to see the monster turned its face in the direction where he was locked, and there were still a few pieces of human skin on the monster's face, which mixed with the original black facial features was very scary .When we reached the foot of the mountain, the little monk had disappeared, and the Taoist priest called out his name a few times. It was over, he must have been eaten.The dark clouds on the mountain descended heavily, and the Taoist priest felt uncomfortable, no longer caring about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and ran down the mountain road.

It wasn't until he ran to this town and saw a living person that he calmed down a bit. He told people about the murder of monsters on the mountain, and everyone regarded him as crazy.After a few days, the Taoist was tired and hungry and had nowhere to live, so he knocked on the door of Ye's house.

After hearing his story, Master Ye fell silent for a while.

The Taoist said: That monster is called "魃", and it lives by sucking human blood on weekdays, and it will cause chaos every time the dynasty changes.

The Taoist borrowed a piece of silk from him and drew what he saw.And write a description next to the picture.

"The ancient banshee sucked human blood, and an eminent monk collected hundreds of waters to get rid of it, and was defeated under the chaotic rocks"

The Taoist's tone was filled with guilt: I have mediocre qualifications, and I am ashamed of my entrustment to the monk.It is fate to tell you these things. Please keep this painting and tell future generations that such a thing happened here.I hope that in the future, some experts will subdue it and eliminate harm for the people.

After the Taoist finished speaking, he left in a hurry and never appeared again.

Later, people in Zhuangzhen always died strangely. The owner of the Ye family remembered what the Taoist said that night, and moved his family to the south.

He kept his promise to the Taoist priests, passed down the painting, and let each generation tell such a story to his descendants.

After listening to it, the three of them thought about each other.

Oona feels sorry for the old monk who was stoned to death and the young monk who was eaten.Jianguo didn't respond much, and seemed to take it completely as a story.

Zhong Yu felt that this "魃" might be an earlier vampire.However, the cruel methods are indeed hateful.

The middle-aged Mr. Ye expressed emotion after the speech. Although the Taoist priest is not of high character, he is considered kind, but he does not know how he will end up.

The three of them watched some things next, but Zhong Yu was still affected by this story, and thought: If this is not a legend, but 100% true, it means that there is a vampire-like monster living in the mountains, who has already lived. After many years, it is not only powerful, but also appears in a human form.

Oona asked: Do you believe the story just now?

It's hard for Zhong Yu to say that he doesn't believe it. He feels that most of the legends are not groundless, but they are exaggerated parts that people may add later. At least in this story, a monk went to subdue a female ghost. It should have happened.But the specific process and scenes are exaggerated to a great extent.Zhong Yu asked Jianguo what he thought, Jianguo was still absent-minded, and said ridiculously to the two imaginative people: How do you know that he didn't buy this painting cheaply, and then made up a ridiculous story to sensationalize the public?

After leaving the exhibition hall, the sky was still gloomy, and the light rain did not stop all day.

Shall we go to the movies?Oona said.

On a rainy day, you'd better go home early.

Zhong Yu persuaded her.

The three of them were talking, when Jianguo suddenly realized: Where is my car?

When he came, the three of them were brought by him in his second-hand car.

Jianguo is the deputy manager of the company, and his salary is not low, but the money is probably eaten into his stomach. He drives a dilapidated second-hand car and idles around all day. The strange thing is that there are many girls who just like him. Kind of glib.

The place where they parked was empty, and Jianguo looked anxious: This kind of car can also be stolen?No way. . . .

A sanitation uncle who worked in the rain asked him: Are you looking for a car, gray, license plate 519?

Jianguo nodded hurriedly.

The uncle said sympathetically: I parked in the wrong place, I couldn’t contact the owner and was towed away.

Jianguo took out his cell phone, only to realize that the cell phone had run out of battery and was turned off.

Let's break up here today, I'll get the car out in a few days.

Jianguo said to the two helplessly.

Oona gloated, she deserved it for the messy parking.

The three people's homes were in different directions, so they had to take taxis separately.

Zhong Yu hails a taxi for Oona and takes her to the car.Oona said reluctantly: Today is a date, let's blow a parting kiss.

Zhong Yu closed the car door with a bang, and said politely: Be careful on the road.

As soon as he raised his hand, he found that Jianguo's office key was still in his hand, so he hurried back to find him, hoping that he hadn't left, otherwise he would not be able to enter his office tomorrow.

He ran up the bridge, and saw Jianguo standing on the bridge alone, in a daze.

Zhong Yu didn't know what he was looking at, but looked down the direction, it was Jianguo's female manager.

She dressed up very beautifully today and got into the car talking and laughing with a man.

Zhong Yu felt embarrassed for a moment. Although Jianguo has always emphasized that he would not find a girlfriend in the company, his relationship with the female manager is indeed not simple.

Jianguo stared at them blankly.

Didn't notice the bell fish turning back.

Zhong Yu retreated carefully to the steps, he didn't want Jianguo to know that he saw this embarrassing scene.It's about a man's dignity.

Zhong Yu thought, wait in the corner for a few minutes, and then give him the key as if he just came back.This avoids embarrassment.

He probed to look at the eye bridge, and the scene in front of him surprised him.

In the rain, Jianguo slowly squatted down, squatting on the overpass, not at all as free and easy as usual.The fist was clenched and he punched the railing.It rained heavily, and the rain soaked his clothes and hair.

Everyone who walked on the overpass saw a strange man crying like a beggar in the corner of the overpass.

Zhong Yu didn't expect him to have such a big reaction.I have known Jianguo for many years, and I have never seen him like this. In his impression, Jianguo has always been foolish and heartless.

Zhong Yu wanted to go up to comfort him, but didn't know how to speak.

It took about ten minutes before Jianguo stood up slowly, shaking off the rain on his body, took a deep breath, and walked down from the other side of the bridge.Zhong Yu looked at his back, he could see that Jianguo was very tired.

Thinking about Jianguo, thinking about himself, Zhong Yu discovered that behind everyone, there is a self invisible to others.