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Opening the heavy "door curtain", He Wumei stepped into the belly of the Ghost King.
Buddha's light can block the poisonous gas, but it cannot block the odor. The stench of undigested matter, organs, and dirty blood hit her face, and He Wumei was in a trance.
She has always been timid, and she had to hold a cat to strengthen her courage even when walking at night. Of course, she did not dare to stroke the beards of ghosts, gods, and tigers based on just a few clues and speculations.
That was six years ago. A child was brought to the government office. The mother kept the door secret and De Hualiu died of illness. The father was probably a sailor, but no one came forward to acknowledge him. The child was eleven or twelve years old, tall and thin, like
The reeds by the river fall over when the wind blows, and the belly is always empty. What's worse, there is something wrong with the brain.
That year, the business of the Salesian Home was particularly difficult, and the neighbors urged He Wumei to refuse. But she still had the old habit of being soft-hearted, thinking that the worst she could do would be to do more work, eat less, and raise the child again.
At one or two years old, when he is half an adult, he can help a lot.
But within two months, He Wumei, who had been busy all day and was exhausted, was secretly informed by the little baby in the courtyard.
The boy was seriously ill. He only had blood when he pooped, and he was about to die.
Only after asking carefully did I know.
At first, the boy just had a stomachache, but he was afraid of being scolded by adults, so he not only hid it, but also threatened to beat other children who dared to tell anyone. But his condition quickly deteriorated, lying in the room babbling and unable to get up, and he no longer had the ability to beat anyone.
, the little kids "played by ear" and called in the adults. By this time, he had already developed a high fever and was talking nonsense. He lifted up the thin quilt and saw that his bulging belly was supported by his concave ribs and his veins were bulging, making him look like a human.
big watermelon.
He Wumei initially thought she was infected with "water poison" and used the prescription. However, the child's condition not only did not improve, she even stopped talking nonsense.
Doctor Lu then suggested that the child should be treated like a living horse and try to open the child's belly. As a result, he found that the child's abdomen was full of pus, blood and feces, and there was a hole in the intestines, and an iron nail was found inside.
There are many poor ghosts in Fuguifang, and there are also many drunkards. They can't afford food to drink, so they chew iron nails to drink. The child is so hungry that he thinks that the stuff is really edible... The child's appearance before death is so different from the ghost king's big belly.
resemblance.
only.
The ghost king is a ghost and god, so he is alive; the child is a mortal, so he is dead.
The endings are different, but the truth is always the same.
All you have to do is remove the sharp object and sew up the intestinal tear...
He Wumei cheered up, picked out the most conspicuous flaw, and leaned over to take a closer look.
The edges of the ulcer were fragmented and eroded, not like being punctured or scratched by a sharp weapon, but rather like something that had been torn apart repeatedly.
After cleaning away the erosion on the edge of the ulcer, He Wumei discovered a large group of black, slender, water-weed-like things in the yellow-green intestinal fluid floating with bloodshot eyes.
She fiddled with it carefully with the tip of the knife.
The thing slowly turned over in the intestinal juice, sank slightly, and then a half-rotten human face emerged.
The human face opened its eyes.
With turbid white eyes, He Wumei looked at each other intently.
Perhaps due to her habitual focus and calmness when practicing medicine, He Wumei forgot her fear for a short time.
She looked carefully.
His skin was gray and white, showing an eroded texture. The skin and flesh were rotten in many places, exposing the white bones, and there was nothing below the neck.
Is it just a head?
Did it bite the ghost king's intestines?
He Wumei continued to check with her hands.
The head seemed to have smelled the scent of a living person on her body, and it suddenly turned ferocious, opening its mouth to bite her fiercely.
Fortunately, before He Wumei could reach out, her head only bit the tip of the knife.
Squeak~ The sound is harsh.
Fight to death!
He Wumei finally woke up. She retreated in panic, tripped over her intestines, lost her footing, fell out of her abdominal cavity, and fell to the ground.
It was only then that she finally screamed in surprise.
"Head! Head!"
same time.
Countless ferocious human faces protrude from the outer wall of the intestines.
It's like—no! It's not like.
There are countless innocent souls hidden in the intestines of the Ghost King. They were awakened by He Wumei's exclamation. They struggled desperately and roared to break out of the intestines, but were blocked by the thin intestinal casings and were firmly locked in the intestines.
The intestines were stimulated and began to peristalticly, so that they arched out of the abdominal cavity, like a tangled python twisting wantonly in the air.
…………
"snort."
The ghost king was unhappy.
"It's so noisy."
He grabbed the flying intestines, gathered them into a ball, and pressed them back into the abdominal cavity.
His belly was so fat that he couldn't see what was inside. He groped for a long time with his hands and intestines, and finally grasped the overseas treasured sword.
A "pop" sound.
The knife and head were pulled out!
Then take the head off the tip of the knife and hold it up for a closer look.
As soon as the man saw the Ghost King, he suddenly became furious. His eyebrows were raised and his eyebrows were raised. Two lines of blood and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. His mouth was wide open and he seemed to be cursing. Unfortunately, his tongue had long been rotted away and he could only utter some "wuwu" screams of anger.
howl.
If a mortal were to see this face and hear this sound, they would be scared to death on the spot.
But for the ghost king, it is not as good as the breeze blowing on the face.
He even came closer and looked at it carefully.
After a long time, it suddenly dawned on me.
"Eh?! Isn't this Xu Yuanzi?"
Xu Yuanzi? This name is really unfamiliar.
When the dinner was filled with confusion, the old wizard spoke slowly and calmly: "But the evil way that offended the Dharma King a hundred years ago?"
After he mentioned this, the ghosts and gods on the stage first thought of:
"It turns out that this old bastard has only one head left, and for a while, he didn't even think about it!"
"All my disciples are dead, but I am still alive, so I am not ashamed."
"Ha, ha, isn't it better to let the Taoist live like this than to let him die?"
A lot of words were spoken.
This person, no, this head is still alive?!
Lived for a hundred years in the belly of the Ghost King? Still survives to this day amid the corrosion of gastric and intestinal juices?
The guests at the banquet were all miserable, and some who were familiar with Qian Tang's story had already remembered who "Xu Yuanzi" was.
More than a hundred years ago, there was a small Taoist sect that fled to the south of the Yangtze River. They belonged to the branch of Lingbao, and their leader was Xu Yuanzi.
After they entered the Qian Tang Dynasty, they used talismans to cure diseases among the poor, and asked evil spirits to exorcise ghosts. After becoming famous, they intended to build temples and religions, but they were blocked by temples in the city.
It is said that the sixty-four furniture in the city were built by eminent monks and trainers who followed the Heavenly Master to suppress evil dragons and save the common people. Therefore, they received money from hundreds of thousands of families to support them and receive incense. What merits do you have for this unknown person who just arrived? How about having the audacity to join the sixty-four temples?
Xu Yuanzi was a proud man, so he swore an oath to eradicate evil and violence from all living beings in Qiantang.
He is very capable and ambitious, so he first targets the Ghost King.
Also on the birthday of the Ghost King in a certain year, in the middle of the night filled with yellow mist, he led his disciples and broke into the Cave City.
Later...then it was just like what I saw before me.
"Old friend, how charming you were when we first met, I really miss you all the time." The Ghost King sighed at the roaring head, "If I let you go, I will be reluctant to let you go. I will swallow you back. But it will inevitably bite my intestines again."
The Ghost King looked troubled, as if he was really in a dilemma. A messenger next to him immediately suggested: "Why don't you chew some?"
The Ghost King's eyes lit up.
"Great kindness!"
He picked up the head and brought it to his mouth, taking small bites to eat.
For a moment, rotten blood dripped down and pus splashed.
The "crunching" sound of chewing was accompanied by the Ghost King talking to himself.
While eating, the howling of the head turned into bursts of screams, echoing in the hall.
When it enters the ears of ghosts and gods, it is like a beautiful piece of music, which makes one feel mesmerized and makes one want to shake his head. But when it enters the ears of a living person, it is full of horror and joy, and one's expression is bleak and uneasy.
The rabbit dies and the fox grieves, and everything harms its own kind. Even Luo Zhenguang, the iron man of the Ghost King during the dinner, looked quite unnatural.
This is the beginning.
The corner under the stage that everyone has forgotten.
"Huh?" The Ghost King threw the head into his mouth and asked curiously: "Who is calling?"
The guests gathered in that corner were all the guests who had not yet given gifts and were seated at the table. They were already worried about being angered by ghosts and gods, but now they scattered in all directions like frightened birds.
One man was left standing there with his legs trembling, gritting his teeth, but he didn't know if his legs were weak or not, and he fell to the ground with a "thud".
His voice was sharp with fear.
"This little guy is so shocked by the Dharma King's power that he can't help himself."
He buried his head very low and raised his butt very high.
"In ancient times, Guan Gong was able to scrape bones to cure poison and drink alcohol freely. Nowadays, there is a Dharma King who opens the belly of his enemy and eats his enemy's head to see the disease! Isn't it better to see the bones than to see the intestines? From this, we can see that Dharma King's power is far superior to Guan Gong!"
Fan Liang's eyes widened when he heard this from a distance, and his heart was full of annoyance. The Ghost King had just clearly gotten better, and it was a good opportunity to flatter him and get out of this dangerous and embarrassing situation, but he was actually a step too late!
really.
"Smart words really sound nice." The Ghost King laughed so hard that his intestines trembled.
The man immediately hit the snake with a stick.
"The King of Dharma has a keen eye! I don't have any other merits as a villain, except for some intelligence and energy. If you don't give up, I am willing to serve as a slave and clean the heads of enemies for the King of Dharma."
The Ghost King was still laughing after hearing this and asked the judge who was standing by.
"Who is this?"
The man couldn't help but look happy, and Fan Liang also muttered about how to attach a tail. He could wash dead people's heads, and he could also carry a basin.
"I didn't give any gifts, so I'm not a guest."
What?
Fan Liang looked up in shock and saw the cold face of the judge's messenger.
Then a long scream was heard, and the man flew up from the ground, waving his hands and feet in panic in the air, and fell straight onto the banquet, where he was grabbed by the ghost king.
"You are not a guest, how dare you speak nonsense?"
The ghost king's face slowly approached the man. He was still smiling, and there were still black and purple rotten blood and pus-yellow brain matter on his grinning teeth.
"Cleaning? Are you saying that there is dirt in my Dharmakaya?!"
The ghost king was so powerful that he squeezed the man's bones so much that they rattled.
He was in terrible pain, and even more afraid to death.
He begged at the top of his lungs: "The villain has been wronged, Dharma King, I never meant this! How dare you...ah! I have prepared birthday gifts, heavy gifts, and I am also a guest! Dharma King, spare your life! Spare your life! Save..."
He screamed suddenly, and his head and neck snapped.
The remaining frightened head rolled a few times between the Ghost King's teeth, then was chewed to pieces and swallowed, leaving a headless corpse with blood gushing out.
Later.
The ghost king lay half-ly on the couch comfortably, pulled out his intestines, dug out the ulcer, and put the broken neck of the corpse close to it. The human heads that had exploded in the intestines suddenly looked like koi that had been fed, and they swarmed towards the ulcer to eat people.
Bloody, even biting each other.
The ghost king's laughter rumbled and echoed in the palace.
Until the Ghost King's abdominal cavity was almost flooded with blood, and his intestines were half soaked in blood.
The headless corpse was squeezed repeatedly, but not a drop of blood came out.
The Ghost King clicked his tongue and threw the body away.
His eyes turned to He Wumei.
"Why do you give up, ma'am? Please quickly heal me."
He Wumei said nothing and did not move. It was not that she was braver, but that she was completely frightened. Her soul flew to the sky. Only tears took their own course, jumping out and washing away her makeup.
Fortunately.
"Amitabha", the dust-free Buddha chant rang in my ears.
He Wumei finally regained her sense, but was unable to answer the Ghost King because all her words were replaced by trembling teeth and short breaths.
She wiped away her tears, her face turned pale, but she stepped into the "blood pool" without hesitation.
…………
Even with the Buddha's light protecting her body, when the ghost king took out the human head from his intestines, the bite of the human head still caused unbearable pain to He Wumei.
But instead of flinching, she took the initiative to reach out her hand as a bait and hook the head hidden in the intestines, just to complete the operation as soon as possible.
Time passes by.
The heads beside the couch have formed a small mountain.
They are all like Xu Yuanzi, still alive.
Wailing, roaring, glaring, biting, using all means to vent his pain and anger.
Unfortunately, the effort is in vain.
The Ghost King picked them here and there, laughing, cursing, or lamenting about their identities and origins.
This is a mage from Shu.
That one is a barbarian priest from overseas.
This is a hero from the Central Plains.
That's a Japanese samurai.
Then he threw them into his mouth one by one like jelly beans.
Chew it with gusto.
It added a lot of new troubles to He Wumei's work.
She didn't dare to get angry, let alone speak out, so she had to endure it silently.
Not long after.
As the intestines gradually emptied, He Wumei found another human head. Different from the other heads, it was more complete, with half a shoulder attached and some beautiful feathers.
Although the familiar face showed pain, there was no ferociousness that wanted to devour others.
"Xiaoqi?!"
He Wumei almost screamed out in surprise.
But her temporary abnormality was still captured by the Ghost King, who lowered his gaze with a half-smile.
"This little thief just fell into my heart today. He is very cunning. If he hadn't broken into my palace, I really wouldn't have been able to catch him."
He Wumei quietly buried him at the bottom of Rentou Mountain.
…………
Clean up foreign matter.
But I encountered a new problem when stitching.
The blood and intestinal fluid of the Ghost King are highly corrosive. Even if the overseas treasured sword is inserted into the intestines for a few rounds, the blade will become pitted and broken.
Ordinary silk thread is even more difficult to use.
"How about using Yunhuan yarn?"
Li Changan suggested.
Others thought that Yunhuan yarn was a rare treasure, but Li Changan didn't know that it was actually made of mountain spider silk. It must be a bit magical to be drawn on a yellow-shell book.
Sure enough, spider silk can resist ghost poison.
Not long after.
The "thin" ghost king caressed the fine stitches on his belly.
"The lady who is the ghost doctor is truly amazing. Everyone knows that kindness must be repaid, but they don't know what does the lady want?"
Wu Niang bowed Yingying.
"Daughters of the common people, I have nothing to ask for. I only hope that His Holiness can forgive us for our offense tonight."
The Ghost King laughed and said, "Is it possible that there is some misunderstanding, Madam? I hit it off with Taoist Li. Although we have only known each other for a short time, we have treated each other as old friends, so why should we offend?"
He raised his body and pressed down his huge body.
"Mother, why don't you ask for it elsewhere?"
He Wumei gritted her teeth and remained silent.
The Ghost King was also staring at her, his eyes becoming crooked as he smiled, leaving only two slits of dim light hanging coldly above them.
"Don't worry, everyone."
But Wuchen spoke again.
"Everyone knows that His Holiness will repay his kindness, and he always says so. If His Holiness says there is no offense, then he definitely did not offend. If he says he will not pursue it, then he will definitely not pursue it."
He was smiling and extremely cheerful.
"May I ask Dharmaraja, is the poor monk right?"
The ghost king's smile condensed on his face, and he stared at Wuchen for a long time before finally melting away.
He replied heavily: "That's right!"
Then he lay back on the couch, laughed loudly, and shouted into the palace: "Everything is over tonight! Children, do you hear it clearly?"
As soon as these words came out.
There were gasps and sighs behind the Taoist priest. Everyone knew what was going on, and silently thanked He Wumei, feeling a little relieved.
Suddenly a beautiful woman appeared among the musicians and bowed delicately to the stage:
"I will obey the king's decree."
This beauty had a gorgeous appearance and a striking posture, which made her stand out even among the ghost concubines. However, when she emerged from the crowd, everyone realized belatedly that no one recognized her.
The beauty smiled charmingly at Li Changan, then flew up to the altar, and merged with a ghost and god on the stage.
Immediately afterwards.
The winged messenger next to him sighed softly: "His Majesty has given orders, how dare I disobey him?"
After saying this, some of the musicians in the audience suddenly exclaimed. Originally, someone used cinnabar to make tear makeup, but now the cinnabar has turned into blood. Looking at each other, their faces are full of blood and tears.
Another messenger responded in a muffled voice on the stage.
"got it."
Several ghost girls immediately discovered that their shadows had come to life and waddled away, causing them to exclaim for a while, followed by panic.
They huddled together in panic, and their shadows had already rushed into the corner and disappeared.
Accompanied by the messenger, he responded one by one.
The crowd around the Taoist priest showed various strange images.
Or the birds embroidered on the clothes turn into entities and fly into the skirts of ghosts and gods.
Or a centipede quietly crawls out of the mouth and nose.
Or say goodbye to yourself with tears while talking to yourself.
…
Dead people and living people were all in chaos.
Li Changan was surprised. He had already thought that the other party had hidden tricks, but he didn't expect that there were so many tricks.
But he didn't act rashly, he just said goodbye again.
The Ghost King did not stop him.
…………
When everyone escapes from the netherworld and returns to the human world.
It's past midnight.
The yellow mist has dispersed, and the white mist is gradually growing.
The moon hangs high, floating between clouds and mist, spreading clear brilliance.
The night wind is like a knife, the knife cuts into the seam of the bones, sore, painful and cold!
Li Changan felt very uncomfortable, but other people and ghosts seemed to get some wonderful feelings from it, crying and laughing endlessly. He didn't know what strange stories the people around him would tell tomorrow after listening to it.
Wuchen came over to say goodbye.
The Taoist priests were left alone, Huang Wei and He Wumei scratched their heads in front of a group of crying ghost girls.
"Let's go back first?" He Wumei had been frightened all day, and now her mind was blank.
"No."
Li Changan pointed at Xiao Qi's head in He Wumei's arms - his face was distorted with pain, but he was still alive.
After all, He Wumei couldn't bear to leave him, so at the last moment, she had the courage to ask for him.
"Go to Feilai Mountain first."
…………
Climb Feilai Mountain.
There is no need to mention the fuss.
Li Changan entrusted the ghost concubines to Wan Nianjun, and left He Wumei and Huang Wei to tell tonight's story, while he asked Tonghu for a quiet room.
Tonghu led him to the only intact main hall of Po Tao Temple.
Enshrined in the hall is an immortal holding a dust and a sword, probably the Master Xu Tian.
Li Changan bowed, then sat down with his back leaning on the altar.
There is no one or ghost around.
The mountains and forests outside the door are quiet and the moonlight is lovely, which makes Li Changan miss his moonlight very much.
such a pity……
The last ray of lightning in the Taoist priest's eyes completely dissipated, and his head dropped.