【Shuangxuan】Break the cauldron

In the early morning of the ghost market, the all-night carnival had just come to an end.

Because it is accompanied by the river, the night wind comes from the river, and the morning light seems to be able to wring out water.Naturally, there is no night watchman in this place, only a few tired alchemists wandering in the street.They sneaked in to do small business and inquire about news, but they didn't dare to sleep here, so they had to rush to the other side of the river to settle down in the early morning.

Not far away came a young man in a sackcloth jacket, with a blade of grass in his mouth, walking and kicking stones on the side of the road.He caught a glimpse of a peddler sleeping with his chin propped on the side of the road. He reached out and slapped the bamboo hat on the man's head, and said with a smile, "I can't get rid of today's goods!"

The salesman woke up in a dream, and was so frightened that he fell down. After seeing the person clearly, he opened his mouth and cursed: "Young child with a yellow mouth, don't come to beat me!"

The boy had already escaped a few steps away, but he was as happy as eating candy after being scolded. He turned his head and made a grimace and said, "It's not a yellow mouth, it's a vernacular." Enter an alley.

The alley was blocked, and at the end stood a stone wall covered with moss.

He wrinkled his nose and raised his hand to touch it, but the stone wall fell like a waterfall.The water curtain dissipated, he saw the person in the curtain, and the person in the curtain also saw him, showing some surprise: "You are so early..."

The boy snatched the conversation away: "If you open the door so early, there won't be any business anyway!"

The woman dressed as a pharmacist at the door was unmoved, and said: "Then I happen to be at leisure." She blocked half of the red door with stone bricks, turned and went back to the courtyard, "Tell me, what are you here for, he wants to repair the fan ?”

The young man followed in resentfully, muttering: "What are you repairing, I just came to see Brother Fan."

The female pharmacist went back to the house to pick up the medicine, and watched through the window that the young man walked to the pond and sat down, took off the wine gourd around his waist, and poured it on the bluestone tomb in the corner of the courtyard—it was a tomb where she was buried. Repaired fans.The first time it was brought by Huacheng, and he took it away after repairing it. In the end, she didn't see the rightful owner. When she saw the rightful owner later, the person said that there was no need to repair it.

"No one knows how to use it anymore." It was raining bitterly that day, and the black-robed man standing outside the Zhumen's gate had gloomy eyes, his cuffs tightly tucked around his wrists, like a sword soaked by the rain, and he didn't know what would happen to him in his life Things got out of the way.That was the first time she saw the black water sinking boat in the Four Ghost Kings.

Later, Huacheng said that Heishui came to the medicine house to bury the fan because he told him that the medicine house was the most clean place in the ghost city.Later, Huacheng said: "It should be thrown at your place, and it will be repaired when it is saved." She felt that the latter words were probably true.These two people sometimes seem to have a bad relationship, and sometimes they seem to have a good relationship.

If you want to bury it, you can bury it.Putting it in the clothes tomb or on her window sill, as long as no one comes to pick it up, there is no difference.

She withdrew her wandering thoughts in the cool breeze and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to come?"

"I'm free, can't I come?" The young man sat cross-legged on the ground with his back to her, fell silent for a moment, and then said vaguely, "...Your place is too clean, some people say that Brother Fan likes to be lively."

"Who said that? Black water?"

"He?" The boy rolled his eyes to the sky, who dares to mention the fan mound in front of that person?Every time he slipped over, he would look like a thief. If the man found out, he would shoot knives out of his eyes and say something like, "That buried only a fan!" No, he was already dead.The young man took a sip of the wine gourd and said, "Uncle Uncle said it." He didn't know who to thank for his pity, so he yelled along with all the ghosts in the ghost city.

The pharmacist fiddled with the pestle in his hand, thinking that the nobleman had come again.

The little tail of the black water in front of him is also a strange guy.Most of the people in the ghost city knew that this little guy was pestering Heishui because he had a grudge against him, and they kept clamoring all day long that they wanted to take his head when they grew up, and they were not afraid that Heishui would turn his head off if he turned around.But the ability is not long-term.Huacheng is somewhat cloudy and uncertain, and his wrist is hard. He dare not post it, but the nobleman in Huacheng has a gentle temper. Every time he visits the ghost city, the little guy will ask this and that, especially Heishui's real name. .

"Did you ask this time?"

"No!" The boy angrily threw the empty gourd into the pond.

Strange to say, he always felt that he had heard Heishui's real name before, but his memory seemed to be missing a corner, and he couldn't remember it.Every time he racked his brains to think about it, he would first see a red tent with flickering lights in his mind, followed by blushing for no reason, and he didn't dare to think about it any more.

The pharmacist looked at the young man and didn't know what was going on in his heart. He ruthlessly tore at the knots hanging from the locust trees by the pond, and said with a headache, "If you don't leave, he should know that you are coming again."

The boy threw the knot in his hand into the air: "Impossible, he went to the temple again!"

Xuan Gui never came to the medicine hut, but he often went to the temple. There was also a clothes tomb behind the temple, he knew it - he always felt that this person was partial, why was the bowl of water uneven?

Going downstream on the other side of the ghost market is the temple.Because it has been around for a long time, everyone knows whether it is a ghost on this side of the river or a person on the other side of the river.But it was just a ruined temple two years ago, and the villagers suspected that its only blessing was to rest the detainees in the storm, but now it has become a real temple of the earth master.A side hall was built next to the main hall, and the roof was completely covered with new tiles, and almost every mortise and tenon in the pillars was no longer the original old thing.

Flooding in the human river is notoriously difficult to cure for a hundred years, and bridges are difficult to build.

But since the statue of the Earth Master in the temple was rebuilt the year before last, the river of people began to calm down day by day, and the bridge fortification was counted, so the incense in the temple resumed.In addition, for some reason, other temples in other places gradually failed, and only this one became famous, so people from all over the world flocked to seek it, and the threshold of the main hall was about to be broken.

Someone has to take care of the temple when it grows big, and the lame Ayan who made the statue of the god made the temple blessing.

"Ayan." The old man in charge of the village had a ruddy complexion, "The water conservancy will be completed tomorrow, and everyone can come back. You find someone to guard the temple for you, and come with us to meet the wind."

The lame young man didn't show such joy, he just lowered his head to arrange the incense table, and agreed lightly.He thought to himself that the Zhao family's son would come back at last, he was the one who grew up with him rolling in the mud, but it's a pity that the Zhao family's mother-in-law had forgotten things so much in the past two years, and now she couldn't recognize anyone.

Thinking of this, an empty wine jar rolled over out of nowhere and touched his boots by his feet.He quietly picked up the jar and put it behind the curtain under the incense table.

The temple is often a little weird, and he has become used to it. Even the clothes tomb under the tree in the backyard suddenly appeared one night before the statue was fully restored.He didn't know what was buried in it, and he didn't know why it was buried here, but every day when there was no one in the temple, he went to clean it up.He is a person who really knows that the gods are above him, and he knows that there are some things that he can't control, so there is no need to ask.

People worshiping the temple in the hall come and go, and two people drinking are sitting on the high hanging beam.

The man in red was half lying down, wearing a black eyepatch, unable to stop the wildness between his brows, and carrying a jar of Luofuchun wine; the man in black was sitting sideways, with sharp eyebrows like frost, holding a teacup in his hand .

"This kid is a sensible person, why don't you ask him to reshape your image in a dream?" the man in red asked with his pillow on the beam.

The man in black replied indifferently: "That's not necessary."

"You are generous, and you don't mind wasting money."

"Is it too wasteful for the red-clothed ghost to burn down the 33 temples?"

The man in red just smiled and said nothing, straightening the cuffs of his arrow sleeves, he was too lazy to chat with this man again.

The man in red was the city lord of Ghost City who burned down the Temple 33, and the man in black was naturally He Xuan, the mysterious ghost.

In the battle of Heishui Island a few years ago, the water and wind in the five divisions of the Heavenly Court were completely broken.The second master of Fengshui used to be brothers before his ascension, and the people usually worship in the same temple. After the death of the second master, many temples of Fengshui masters stopped worshiping heaven officials and worshiped ghosts. They worshiped the ghosts in white robes. Then there is only one seedling left.But the master of the earth had passed away long ago, and the prayers in the temple depended entirely on He Xuan. He neither pushed the statue nor changed the plaque, so naturally he couldn't eat the incense offering to the original owner.

Huacheng knew that this person was repaying a bad debt, after all, he had also seen those two sticks of incense in the past.This debt is different from the real money owed to him. When it will be paid off, only this person has the final say.He once joked that if those guys in his ghost city knew that all the merits of this day were accumulated in the empty grave with a broken shovel in the backyard, they would have come to turn this temple upside down.

In fact, although the ghosts don't know that there are merits hidden in this tomb, there have long been rumors that Xuangui buried treasures in it.Even today, no one really dares to dig it, naturally because of someone's deterrence.Some bold and mean-spirited ones arranged for He Xuan every day, saying that this Xuan ghost might not be crazy, and he has never seen anyone who has good things not to use, but to bury them.Later, some unlucky people were bumped into by He Xuan, and their tongues were tied. Only the little vernacular fairy who didn't know how to live or die dared to say this.

Huacheng played with the beads on the tip of his hair, and said: "You go to fight the water, if you never return, I will have someone dig this temple."

He Xuan didn't accept his offer, and said: "You don't owe anyone, just dig it if you like."

After that night, Shi Wudu returned to Shi Qingxuan's Feisheng place to encircle the territory, and built a huge ghost barrier in Bogu Town. He behaved as tyrannically as before, but for some reason, he didn't come to He Xuan for trouble, which made He Xuan... Xuan was able to solve the water conservancy issue of Renhe River.Now that the fortifications have been completed, Master He Xuanyue has no day to cross the cold dew to make a break.Naturally, Shi Wudu would not avoid the battle, and quickly responded to the challenge.

Tomorrow will be Hanlu, and today he made an appointment with Huacheng, and it was obvious that he wanted to lay down the burden.But this person pretended to be confused, knowing that between him and Huacheng, he still owed the other party, so he had no position to say this, so he just invited him to drink and let him sit on the beam and watch the pious people at his feet. The god-seekers came and went, playing charades back and forth.

"Okay." Huacheng put down the wine jar in his hand, "Your Highness is still in the city, I don't have so much time to spend with you, I can promise to clean up this stall for you. But if you don't come back, then the temple will still be this temple , the god is probably not this god, so don't blame me."

He Xuan joked softly: "It's nothing more than changing to Prince Xianle."

Huacheng got up and took out two exquisite sieves in his lapel, and said: "Let me promise you, because I am afraid that you will have scruples and you will not be able to clean up the water." As soon as these words came out, they were very familiar, and he could almost imagine what He Xuan was doing. Pulling up the corners of his mouth and sneering, he said those unsavory things that people do their best.

However, He Xuan took another sip from the teacup in his hand, but didn't say anything.

Huacheng pondered for a moment, thinking that this person has really changed a lot in recent years.

All ghosts are born because of obsession. This is the root, so it is difficult to break the attachment. Over the years, the flesh and bones are often removed. If this obsession is empty, nothing else is left.This is a common way in the world, and it is also why Xuanji lost her soul in the dark prison as soon as her obsession disappeared.The guy in front of him who has dealt with him for hundreds of years has done the opposite. He has been a ghost for more than a hundred years, but he picked up everything from those people.It feels like he has experienced it before, but the mystery cannot be explained.

But the most important thing right now is to count, he has been away from that person in the city for an hour.

Thinking of this, Huacheng immediately hit the dice in the palm of his hand, and the silver chain under his feet slammed, and moved back to his Bliss Square.Since he got a promise from this person, He Xuan didn't intend to stay here forever, and he turned around and disappeared.

It was night, when the lanterns of the ghost market were first lit up, Huacheng brought Xie Lian to play in the street fair, wherever they went, demons danced wildly.But living in the medicine hut is a human life, and it has already rested early, and the light of fireflies is reflected in the pond.

Unknowingly, there was an extra jug of wine on the fan mound by the pond, not the Luo Fuchun that is often sold in the ghost market, but the Qiulubai that is popular in the imperial city.On the eaves, He Xuan slept with his pillow on the moon, thinking that the night before the cold dew, this wine was just in time.

Day and night alternate, and the river wind blows again.

The wind master's godhead has fallen, and the wind of no master has passed over his browbones and rubbed his ears.

This belated end is finally coming, he should have been happy, but now this happiness is not so pure, not so thorough.Think about it, the days when you are still obsessed are the easiest, you only need to hand over everything to hatred, you will not be confused, and you will not lose yourself in conflicts.Right now he sees mountains as mountains and water as water, although he still hates Shi Wudu, but he doesn't just live for this hatred.He can clearly see his own figure in the vast sky and earth, counting the three poles tied to him by this body.One is that the lingering hatred has not yet been exhausted, and it is drawn far away to Bogu Town in the ghost barrier;

He buried almost all of Mingyi's relics in the Clothes Tomb, but he couldn't help but keep one thing.At first he couldn't resist using it, but after repeated failed attempts, he used it less, until today, he almost only wears it next to his body.

Flipping his five fingers, he took out the old soul borrowing banner from his sleeve.

He doesn't come to this medicine shed often, he doesn't use this thing often, it's just that the battle is imminent, and he suddenly wants to have a drink with his friends.

Huacheng has a lot of friends, but his friend, after all the calculations, is just that one.

He Xuan slowly poured mana into the Borrowing Soul Banner, but unfortunately the sky was empty and the prayer flag was still silent.