The fluffy moon hung over the treetops, and the night wind came from here. It was sifted into pieces by the messy treetops, and turned into thousands of cold knives, which were piled in front of the door of Xianyi Nunnery, making the ghosts grin.
All the ghosts had no choice but to surround the two little ghosts in the middle and form a group to endure.
Ahead is the nunnery gate. The wall is not high and the door is not thick, but the aura lingering above makes the ghosts dare not go any further.
Looking over the wall, you can see the bright lights in the courtyard built along the mountain in the temple, and bursts of laughter and joy - it seems that a night banquet is being held in the pure Buddhist grounds.
Separated by a wall.
One end is lively and warm, but the other end can only be torn apart by the cold wind.
The ghosts were initially hesitant about spending the night in the temple, but as the night was windy and cold, they couldn't care less, and instead kept urging Huang Wei.
Huang Wei muttered "Come on, come on" while hiding in the ghost pile, holding a long branch and scratching the door from a distance.
Everyone was getting impatient.
There was finally a response from the door:
"Dear devotees outside, our nunnery does not accept pilgrims at night, so please come back tomorrow morning."
The words were pretentious, but the voice was soft and waxy, clearly that of a little girl.
Huang Wei told everyone to be silent: "Is there a lost little master inside?"
"Alas~" Menli sighed arrogantly, "I was just wondering who would come to my door in the middle of the night, and it turned out to be you Huangwei."
"I didn't expect that as my little master's Dharma becomes more profound, he will be able to pinch it and forget about it! Why don't you think about it again, what kind of candy did I bring to my little master this time?"
"Yangmei candy!"
The little nun's voice at the door immediately became excited, but in an instant she became depressed again.
"I don't want your candy anymore. The master told me not to let you in again."
The ghosts' hearts suddenly trembled.
Huang Tail winked at everyone, and then pretended to call out.
"Ouch, ouch!"
"What's wrong?"
"The cold wind is like those bamboo strips. It hurts more than hitting the palm of my hand when it blows on my body!"
"But Master said..."
"The old ghost just wants to hide behind four walls all night and leave before dawn. If the young master doesn't tell me, and I won't tell either, how can the master know?"
"But tomorrow morning, Master will find that the Buddha statue in the forest has been blinded, and he will know that you have been here."
Huang Wei smiled happily: "If the little master doesn't let Huang Wei in, the mud on the Buddha's eyes will not fall off. Anyway, the master will find out that I have been here tonight, so what difference does it make if you let me in or not?"
"..."
There was no sound from the door immediately. It was obvious that the little girl was dizzy.
All the ghosts expressed their "contempt" towards Huang Tail: This guy actually lied to a child!
But when another gust of cold wind hit, the knife penetrated the flesh. The door also hesitated and said: "Okay... but no one is allowed to find out."
Ghosts: Well done!
…
With the little nun's promise, Huang Tail led everyone to the foot of a wall and dug up the grass - oh, it's another dog hole!
The passage of time is unfavorable.
Why did you do nothing else tonight and just run around?!
Helpless as the cold wind urged him, Li Changan put his hands on his hips, spat, and got down on the ground to drill the hole in one go.
Entered the yard.
I saw a chubby little nun about five or six years old, standing on tiptoes, raising her short hands, covering the eyes of a Buddha statue with her sleeves to prevent the Buddha's light from shining at the entrance of the cave.
"Are you okay?"
Huangwei: "Come on, come on."
However, the little nun's hands were weak, but Huang Wei still said "It's almost time".
Confused, I looked back.
ah?!
A row of ghosts crouched under the wall.
There are still ghosts appearing at the entrance of the cave.
The little nun's eyes were as round as her head, she turned around and was about to run away.
Huangwei was so frightened that he quickly shouted: "Ancestor, slow down! The little devil can't stand the sight of that Buddha!"
After hearing this, the little nun quickly covered her sleeves again and pouted:
"Bad Yellowtail, you lied!"
Huangwei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and started to lie again: "Little master, relax, we are all good ghosts."
But the little nun suddenly became "smart":
"If I let you alone, the master will hit me in the palm of my hand. Now, so many people are coming in..."
As he spoke, his lips became higher and higher, and tears gradually began to form in his eyes.
The aggrieved Baba counted the numbers for the ghosts and calculated how many times he would be slapped on the palm of his hand.
"One, two...eight, nine, ten." He couldn't count after ten, so he had to say, "one, two, three..."
My fingers were all broken and I couldn’t even count them.
The little girl was so anxious that her forehead was sweating, and she couldn't even care about the distress of having her palms slapped.
At this time, a voice suddenly interrupted:
"eighteen."
The little nun nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! It's eighteen." She turned towards the voice and said, "Amitabha, thank you for your donation..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Then he was so frightened that he jumped back and didn't even bother to cover his eyes.
Li Changan quickly walked up and wrapped his sleeves around the Buddha's head - he was a serious Taoist monk and was not afraid of this little bit of Buddha's light - and then followed the timid eyes of the little nun and saw that there were a few more bodies there.
A man with a strong appearance, equipped with a sword and dressed as a martial artist.
They wandered closer.
"The little nun is not big, but she is very courageous. How dare she liaise with thieves and steal from others while guarding her!"
The little nun shook her head rapidly: "They are not thieves, they are not robbers, they are all guests."
"guest?"
The warriors laughed loudly, their bodies filled with evil spirits and the smell of alcohol.
One of them suddenly stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the top hair of the yellow tail, pulled it in front of him, and illuminated it with a lantern.
Blurred and drunken eyes, laughing "hehe".
"Oh, what an ugly thing. Huh? No shadow? It's still a ghost!"
Huangwei was in pain, but he still quietly waved his hands to tell everyone not to act rashly.
Then he smiled and bowed repeatedly: "General, please relax your hands. You must be a foreigner, right?"
"What? Can a local ghost become a thief?"
"Heroes are joking. If I'm not wrong, the host of the banquet above should be Master Wuchen, right? Who in Qiantang City knows this? Wuchen hosted a banquet, and no one refused to come. Even though I'm a ghost, I entered this place.
Xianyi'an, how can we not be guests?"
The drunkards looked at each other for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"This ugly thing does have a good tongue. If you were alive, I would have to cut it off and cut it into meat to serve with wine!"
"You want to be a guest? Okay, okay, come with Naigong!"
…………
Xianyi Temple is built on the mountain.
The highest point is the main hall, which is dedicated to the great god Avalokitesvara. There are curved corridors on both sides, with various Bodhisattvas and Arhats sitting opposite.
In the middle is a spacious courtyard. Opposite the entrance of the courtyard to the main hall, there is an archway. Outside the archway are the stone steps extending downward. From here, the Buddhas in the hall can overlook the lights of thousands of families in Qiantang.
However, tonight, all the Avalokitesvara turned their backs and sat facing the wall, letting the lanterns be lit in the court, the curtains were drawn, the banquet was laid out, and there were singing and dancing. During the banquet, guests including monks, Taoists, officials, and scribes
, there are even high-rollers.
At every table, there are women in monk robes accompanying them. They either still wear their hair and practice meditation, or they have cut off their troubles, but what they have in common is that they all have beautiful makeup. Although they accompany the wine, they are not attentive, and the guests behave rudely, and occasionally
She would also scold him softly, be distant and cold, and act like a monk who was indifferent and came out from the world.
only.
How could Jia La Bao Land be a place of entertainment? How could a monk accompany the wine?
Li Changan was mixed in with the ghosts and was driven into the courtyard. He was shocked when he saw something strange in front of him. He could only say that Qiantang was indeed a big city, but the tricks were different from other places.
The leader of the military men rushed straight to the banquet. In the courtyard, there was a violinist playing music and beauties singing and dancing. He was immediately frightened by him and scattered like birds. He didn't take it personally. He was drunk, laughing and crossing his hands at the banquet.
present.
An old man at the table laughed and cursed:
"You dandy! How can an eminent monk be so dissolute?!"
The soldier replied: "Don't be angry, my dear teacher. You don't know, but I caught some interesting stuff down there and brought it here specially for your amusement."
The "interesting things" he calls are, of course, ghosts.
Hearing what he said, some of the ghosts breathed a sigh of relief, such as the two salesmen. They were used to being poor and humble. The nobles did not ask for money or life, nor men nor women. They just wanted to act ugly for fun. It was really inviting the gods.
Fortunately.
There were those who were aggrieved, such as the three scholars, who whispered: "Although we are reduced to lonely ghosts, how can we do anything to be a arrogant person?!"
On the other hand, the yellow tail was strangely tight and kept sighing, muttering "lost" and "not worth it".
When the military man waved his hand, he straightened his clothes without urging, stepped out from the crowd, and asked the host at the table what he was doing with his hands clasped together:
"Does Wuchen recognize his old friend?"
…………
The host of the banquet, Wuchen, was a very beautiful young monk.
The nun accompanying him is already a rare beauty. She has a cold temperament and a graceful face, but compared to Wuchen, she is still a bit inferior.
Although she is so beautiful, Wuchen is definitely not feminine at all, it's like... like what, Li Changan can't explain clearly, after all, he is not interested in male sex either.
Wuchen was dressed in white clothes, spotless, holding a folding fan in his hand. He was leaning on the couch, looking at everything on the table with a slightly drunken smile.
Wait until Huang Tail comes forward.
He stood up slightly, frowned and stared over. After a long time, he finally raised his eyebrows.
"Shanjun? Huang Shanjun?! Are you Senior Brother Shanjun?"
The redness on that handsome face was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He sobered up.
…………
"How many years have we not seen each other, senior brother?"
"It's been five or six years."
"Are you still okay in the Netherworld?"
"Thank you for your thoughts. All is well."
After hearing these few words, the soldier was in a state of confusion.
Who would have thought that a ghost with a hairy face and a deer head and rat eyes was actually an old friend of the famous monk Wuchen, and he was quite friendly to him when he spoke.
Only then did he secretly say, "It's bitter."
"Senior brother came to visit in the middle of the night. What do you mean?"
"I was called here by the general just to entertain the guests."
Wuchen's eyes turned to him.
"Jie Shuai, is it true?"
Although there was no hint of sullenness in his words, it still made the military man known as the Commander-in-Chief feel like a thorn in his back.
But although he looks rough, he is somewhat quick-witted.
"So that the master will know that this is the custom in my hometown. Anyone who enters the table after the banquet is opened must perform a show to entertain the guests as an apology."
He then said harshly to Huang Wei: "I have been in the army for a long time, and I have no scruples in my words. If there is any offense, I will make amends."
Huang Wei just said "I dare not" and kept silent.
When Wuchen saw this, he looked confused and asked the old man at the table:
"A poor monk who is ignorant and ignorant dares to ask Mr. Xiang, is this really a custom?"
The old man opened his eyes and said:
"It's all country vulgarity."
After hearing this, Wuchen shook his head and laughed, waving the folding fan in his hand, looking very interested.
"My husband's words are wrong. The poor monk thinks this custom is very wonderful and can add a lot of fun to the banquet."
"only."
The conversation changed to Najieshuai:
"Senior Brother Shanjun is of course the last one to sit down, but isn't the commander in chief also the last one? According to the order, it should be the commander in chief who performs first."
Jieshuai's pale skin immediately turned red again, but he did not dare to get angry. He asked the old man at the table with his eyes, and the old man shook his head slightly at him.
He then hid one hand behind his back, tightening it again and again: "Yes, a certain person is good at sword dancing."
"Sword dance?"
Dust-free folding fan with a few clicks.
"In the early years, the poor monk had the honor to watch Master Xue dance with swords, and his performance was as powerful as a dragon. But now that I think about it, the sword dance is wonderful, but it has something to do with the fact that I am a girl. It is best to perform masculine dances with a weak body.
What a wonderful thing. If it were a man dancing the sword, it wouldn't be that interesting."
"Yes!"
He put his palms together and smiled:
"Jeshuai is a warrior, how about dancing? I heard that the dancer in your husband's family is particularly good at the zhezhi dance. I regret that I don't have the opportunity to watch it. If not, why don't you ask jieshuai to dance a zhezhi dance?!"
Na Jie Shuai’s fist was almost bleeding, and finally:
"The master has something to say, but I dare not obey it."
"Excellent. Sir, why don't you dress up the dancers?"
A group of dancing girls gathered around with a charming smile, and then dispersed again, leaving the handsome girl with a completely different look: powdered face, rouge, affixed with flowers, inserted into the steps, and hung a
There was a small bell, and someone gave him a small round fan.
"It's wonderful, it's wonderful!"
Wuchen held back his laughter, blinked at Huangwei, and then said to the old man:
"If there is a Zhezhi Dance, how can there be no Zhezhi Song? Why don't you invite your husband..."
The old man didn't hesitate at all and said straightforwardly: "I have my wish, but I don't dare to ask my ears."
Then a tambourine will be played, music will be played on the spot, and the commander of the festival should also dance to the beat.
Jie Shuai is so big and thick, but Zhe Zhiwu's movements are extremely graceful. The two collide, which really makes people laugh. However, because they are worried about their faces, the guests at the table have to endure it.
Until that section when Shuai danced to a certain "looking back and smiling" dance, the flaring beard, pink face, and red lips were handed from behind the round fan to the front of the person, which immediately broke people's guard.
For a moment, everyone in the house was laughing.
Amidst the laughter, the old man had a calm demeanor, and his handsome face was ashen, while others were worried.
Thanks to Huangwei, Wuchen allowed all the ghosts and little nuns to enter the banquet and sit together at the bottom of the banquet, near the archway.
The worried person, or ghost, is the most sophisticated of the scholars, his surname is Lu.
Everyone at the table was laughing, but Lu Xiucai was the only one who was unhappy.
"Master Wuchen called these two husbands, Jieshuai. Xianggong is the respectful title of prime minister, and Jieshuai is the honorific title of Jiedushi. They have been so humiliated today, and they will definitely be angry with us in the future. What should we do in the future?
"
Next to: "Maybe it's just a presumptuous title." It means calling Diaomao a handsome boy.
"otherwise."
He pointed at the two people in the field.
"Look at the jade belt around the waist of the commander-in-chief, it is clearly the shape of a general in the army. Look at the belt around the waist of the husband, it is a goldfish bag! Even if the two of them are not prime ministers, Jiedu, they must be high-ranking officials."
Heartbroken.
"Brother Huang, you are in trouble!"
Huang Wei sat down and kept bowing to his neighbors, acting like a philistine and being humble, but at this moment he replied:
"We are all ghosts, why should we care so much about the government of a living person? Even the emperor's imperial edict cannot compare to the Taoist priest's yellow talisman. Besides, if I dampen Wuchen's interest in order not to be angered by that Jiedu,
Isn't it just because of a weak person who insulted me, that I would offend a strong person who helped me?"
Lu Xiucai was speechless.
While talking, the dance music ended.
The old man said calmly to show his shame.
That section handsome found an excuse and left the table with a cold face.
When passing the archway, Huang Wei and the ghosts didn't even look at them.
Come to think of it, he doesn't hate Li Changan and the others, just like a person wouldn't hate an object, even if he was accidentally hurt by the object.
…………
"It's your turn to show off your shame."
No need to call, after the commander left, Huang Wei consciously bent down and trotted up to the center of the courtyard, bowing to the spectators around him one by one. His appearance was funny, and there was no need to pretend to be ugly, which made the whole house chuckle again.
.
Wuchen knocked down the noise with a folding fan, pointing at Huangwei.
"You distinguished guests may not know that my senior brother Shanjun was one of the best in the south of the Yangtze River in terms of his piano skills."
Huangwei: "Master's praise."
Wuchen pointed to the nun next to him.
"At that time, Master Jingxiu's singing was also the best in the studio."
"It's rare to have a good night tonight and a beautiful view. Why don't you two collaborate on a song?"
In the court, Huang Wei nodded and bowed in agreement without mentioning it. The beautiful master who was called Jing Xiu said nothing, with a cold face, left the table, came to the court, and glared at the little nun hiding among the ghosts from a distance.
The little baby said "Yeah", shrunk its neck and got behind Li Changan.
He sobbed softly and muttered: "Damn Huangwei, bad Huangwei, master is going to hit my palm again."
The Taoist priest heard it funny and handed over a plate of cakes. The little nun took it and stuffed it into her mouth.
Huang Wei defended the little nun on the court: "It's not the little master's fault, it's really..."
Jingxiu ignored him at all, as if he was some kind of bastard, and stayed away from him, refusing to even take a glance at him.
Huangwei was bored, but still smiled playfully.
The first one.
Wuchen said again: "Senior brother's piano skills cannot be used with ordinary pianos. Master He, can I borrow your Wutong Qin?"
The He family he mentioned was the piano player who played before, and she was also a beauty with exquisite makeup. Li Changan looked familiar to her, but he could never figure out where he had seen her before.
Huangwei had already taken the Wutong Qin, sat cross-legged on the spot, put the Qin across his knees, and played with it casually. The sound of the Qin was as joyful as jumping bamboo branches. At a quick glance, he looked a bit like a hermit in the bamboo forest, free and uninhibited.
But then, he put on his habitual flattery smile to break this wrong impression.
"I don't know which piece of music the master would like to hear."
"How about white-headed chanting?"
Huangwei's smile seemed to stop for a brief moment, and then became even brighter.
"Of course!"
He pressed the piano with both hands, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then plucked the strings, and the notes came out like a clear spring in the mountains. At first, there were still whispers at the table, but after a few palace merchants gathered, everyone became quiet. Come down.
Li Chang'an didn't understand music theory, so he felt the sound of Huangwei's piano was like someone whispering in his ear, sometimes sighing, sometimes resolutely.
The meditation master Tai timely sang in harmony with the sound of the piano:
“It is as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds.
I heard that you have two opinions, so I came to resolve it."
The vocals are clear and thorough, complementing the sound of the piano. Unexpectedly, even though Jingxiu Shitai dislikes seeing Huang Wei, the two of them collaborated on "White Head Yin", which gave people the feeling of being a match made in heaven.
Especially when singing:
"I wish to have the person of my heart, and we will never be apart until we grow old together."
The sound of the piano gradually became louder and more intense, while the singing slowly became softer and deeper. This staggered difference allowed the emotion contained in the music to be deeply immersed in the hearts of the listeners.
While people are amazed, they can't help but look forward to the last line of this song.
However.
"Yellow Tail! Watch out!"
Suddenly, a loud shout interrupted the music, and immediately a strong wind blew up.
Blowing dishes into chaos, picking off lamps and candles.
But the wind comes and goes even faster.
During the banquet, everyone recovered from their brief surprise.
See you soon.
In the courtyard, Huang Wei sat on the ground with his eyes wide open and was at a loss. However, in his original position, a long arrow penetrated the stone slab, and his tail feathers were still trembling.
Everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on Li Changan, who had gotten up at some unknown time, and then followed Li Changan's gaze to the uninvited guest standing under the archway holding a bow and arrow, bowing his head.
But it was that time when the handsome guy left and came back again.
…
The old man at the table changed his color for the first time. He slammed the table and shouted:
"You bastard! You're so drunk here that you're crazy and why don't you get out of here!"
Na Jieshuai didn't respond, just remained silent and shook his body slightly.
Li Changan noticed something strange.
When he got closer, he could see that the man looked frightened and his complexion was ashen. This gray was not an expression of resentment, but his complexion was really green and black.
Li Changan kicked the butts of the ghosts around him and told them to be smarter - these poor ghosts were still holding on to the good wine and food at the table and refused to let go.
There were many monks and Taoists at the table, as well as real practitioners. They all noticed that the situation was strange and were secretly wary.
Monk Wuchen even directly told the old man who openly scolded and actually excused himself to shut up.
He took off the rosary beads from his wrist.
"evil creature."
His brows suddenly furrowed.
"How dare you cause trouble!"
The rosary beads suddenly turned into streams of light and flew out, landing around Jieshuai and making a loud noise.
Li Chang'an quickly kicked off a few cases and asked everyone to run into the yard and grab the little nun. Unexpectedly, the little girl was very smart and jumped out long ago and jumped straight into his master's lap.
The other guests nearby also reacted and followed suit.
Not long after, a group of people gathered in front of the main hall, looking back in panic.
But under the archway, Najieshuai was already frozen on the ground, but large areas of thick smoke were rising around him.
The curtain had collapsed, and the night wind took the opportunity to break in and scatter the shadows of the candles.
But the thick smoke remained unmoved like an iron curtain and the stone wall could not help but spread and block the exit of the compound.
Wuchen's voice sounded loudly:
"Why are you so sneaky? How dare you trespass into the pure place of Buddhism?"
After a brief silence.
"Hahahaha~"
Low and rough laughter echoed in the courtyard, and a voice came from the smoke screen.
"A monk is a monk, a nun is a nun, Buddhism is not necessarily Buddhism, purity? Haha, where can there be purity?!"
Following the words, a figure emerged from the fog. Its appearance was not clear, and its outline was constantly distorted in the thick smoke. However, it was extremely tall, even higher than the head of the archway.
It bent down, grabbed the lower edge of the archway, and tried to get into the courtyard.
However, before the giant shadow showed its shape, something dark green and almost ink came out of the thick smoke. It condensed into a mist-like shape, and then melted and flowed into the courtyard.
The texture of this stuff is very weird, heavier than smoke and thicker than fog.
Li Changan stared at the dust mist flowing close to the ground. Suddenly, he seemed to see an extremely distorted human figure crying, but he disappeared in an instant. If he took a closer look, the dust mist had already wrapped around his toes.
Suddenly.
The Taoist priest felt an indescribable evil energy wrapping his soul.
It was as if my throat was suddenly strangled and my heart was clenched.
He heard a "cluck, cluck, cluck" sound.
Look sideways.
Huang Tail stood motionless, his two rows of teeth trembling and clashing.
Ever since Li Chang'an met this yellow-haired ghost, he has always looked like he was not stingy.
Li Changan even suspected that even if one day he met Yama Luo, he would be able to call him brother and exchange a few words.
But now, it seems like a toad being stared at by a poisonous snake.
"What is this?" the Taoist asked.
Huangwei's eyes moved with difficulty.
He said:
"魙."
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"Lu Ming Lu": When people die, they become ghosts, and when ghosts die, they become ghosts. Ghosts are afraid of ghosts, just like people are afraid of ghosts.