The lonely moon hangs high, and the fog rises in the courtyard.
The black cat sat on the stone railing. The mist was high above the tips of its ears, obscuring the cat's figure. Only its eyes were bright in the night mist, shining towards the door of the main hall - a new play was being performed.
At first, only the shadow of the man in coir raincoat was reflected alone on the "curtain".
Then, a monster like sand and smoke spread on the "curtain", like a messy and open spider web, and slowly gathered into shape, like a spider lurking to prey.
The man in the coir raincoat is the unconscious prey, letting the spider's fangs slowly approach, close them bit by bit, quietly...
"Qiang!"
The scratching sound of steel crackled and exploded suddenly.
next moment.
The door popped open with a bang.
Black and gray smoke wrapped around a vague human figure shot out, hitting the deep fog in the courtyard, like dripping water dripping into hot oil, causing the thick white mist to suddenly boil.
The door flaps bounced back on both sides, the moment it closed.
The man in the coir raincoat shot out like a flying shuttle, splitting through the mist, and chased after him.
The heavy sword is like an arm in his hand.
Forehead, shoulders, chest, arms, waist.
Split, chop, wipe, stab, pick.
Fainted by the sword light, it was so cold and dazzling under the moonlight.
However……
"It hurts me, it hurts me!" A hoarse cry rang out from the black smoke, "Why don't you chop your neck? I woke up today and fell asleep, and I was looking for someone to touch it. But you didn't
Cut, what? Are you afraid that my body of copper skin and iron bones will knock over the broken piece of iron?"
The man in coir raincoat was silent, but the long sword stagnated slightly, and then fell, already covered with a layer of green light.
There was a "Hey" sound in the gray smoke, but there was still no movement, and he let the sword light fall, splitting himself in two.
died?
No.
The coir raincoat man knew very well that the sword he just struck was just like a bamboo branch cutting through the water, leaving nothing in sight.
The sword wind slowly rippled in the thick fog, and the Nightmare Messenger wrapped in the gray smoke was like floating water foam, breaking up with the ripples, and slowly dispersed into the fog and disappeared.
The man in coir raincoat fell down and stood silently in the court with his sword in hand.
The mist that had just stirred up slowly settled down.
The moon was shining brightly, and the mist barely covered the eyebrows.
The wind has slowed down and the sounds have become quieter.
The sound of dead leaves falling from branches and falling from green tiles also seems to be clearly audible.
Is it possible that he left?
The man in the coir raincoat suddenly twisted his waist and bent the sword sharply behind his waist.
next moment.
A hook blade suddenly popped out of the fog, hooking silently to the back of the waist, and was about to be blocked by the long sword.
Zhi~
A string of sparks slid out on the spine of the sword.
Immediately.
The man in coir raincoat holds the handle with both hands and changes the yin and yang, switching from defense to attack in an instant.
The change of moves was not unpleasant, but when the sword edge swept across, it still only lifted up a few wisps of mist.
The ghost had already escaped into the mist, letting out bursts of strange laughter.
"A mouse got into the chicken coop and killed the chickens and ducks. Tell me, will the owner let it go?"
The man in the coir raincoat was silent, and suddenly twisted his body and swung his sword back. Here, the ghost suddenly appeared, and he was making a move to chop down the hook blade, but before the weapons collided, the smoke disappeared.
"Actually, it doesn't matter. I think these mortals are noisy, but I shouldn't kill Luo Yong. Yes, yes, he's not dead yet, not yet, but he is going to die after all. His blood and essence are so full.
, it’s so fresh, you can’t just ask me to come here in vain…”
The ghost kept chattering while hiding in the fog, while occasionally sending sharp blades out of sight.
The man in the coir raincoat tried his best to listen to the sound and identify his location, but the ghost moved extremely fast and used the fog to escape, becoming more and more elusive.
Fortunately, the man in the coir raincoat has quick eyes and quick hands, so he can hold on with all his strength, and can even occasionally counterattack with his sword, but even if he hits, it can only cut down a shadow.
Slowly, the dense fog became like a cage, and the man in the coir raincoat became a mouse trapped inside, being teased wantonly by the evil messenger with his words, claws, and elusiveness.
"Why doesn't the little mouse make a sound? Could it be that he is mute? Or is he afraid that this envoy will hear where you are? Hehe! It's so rare that you dare to go against the Cave City, but your relatives and friends are not dead yet? It doesn't matter, I will wait for you.
You catch me, my colleagues have many ways to make you talk. Which one do you want to choose? Skinning and cramping? Boiling excrement and water? Or filling your stomach with iron juice?"
The words were chattering endlessly, but the man in the coir raincoat seemed completely unmoved. He held his sword calmly and silently followed the sound.
But if you look closely.
The way he holds the sword has quietly changed from holding it front and back to a two-hand grip.
At the moment when the ghost deliberately depicts all kinds of torture.
He lowered his body suddenly, turned half of the sword flower in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword to the right.
over there.
A gray shadow is separating from the fog and is about to solidify.
The Nightmare Messenger can change between reality and reality, but cannot become invisible out of thin air. Its elusiveness depends entirely on the thick fog in the courtyard.
Between several blocks, the man in the coir raincoat calmly used the wind of his sword to sweep away the three-foot mist around him. The ghost was so fast that for ordinary people, the time gained by the three-foot distance was just a blink of an eye. In fact,
Hard to counter.
But the man in coir raincoat was able to seize this momentary opportunity.
Without thinking, he raised his body and stabbed.
A sword penetrated deeply into the chest of the visitor.
The face of the visitor emerged from the fog, pale and lifeless. The man in the coir raincoat remembered that this face was that of one of the house guards, whose throat was cut from behind with a knife.
The wound on his neck was still there, the blood had dried up, and white flesh was revealed.
He is no ghost!
A weird laugh like an old bird sounded from the back of his head, and from the corner of the man's eye, a hook blade poked out of the mist.
…
The hook blade slashed hard into the back of the man in the raincoat, and he was thrown out like a rag doll.
The broken coir raincoat flew high, but what was splashed with it was not blood, but a few broken golden lights.
"Golden Light Curse? It turns out he is a Taoist priest."
The ghost was slightly surprised, but more excited.
Of course, the prey must be more lively, and it is more interesting to tease it. As for the golden light spell, it is a piece of junk on the street, even if it can protect the body, but it is not a linen shirt, how much weight can it wear?
The hook blade was raised high in the fog, and fell heavily again.
The long sword was still buried deep in the corpse, making it difficult for the man in the raincoat to retrieve it for a moment.
What's worse is that the corpse weighs heavily on him.
He couldn't dodge.
Didn't dodge either.
Seeing that the hook blade was about to reach the neck, the man in coir raincoat made a gesture with his fingers together and stood in front of his lips.
In the turbid mist, among the torn and thrown pieces of the coir raincoat were mixed half of a similarly cut robe. Some yellow paper floated out from it, glowing slightly with a red light.
The strange laughter stopped suddenly, and the ghostly figure dispersed.
Then you saw the flames exploding, burning the mist until it turned red.
Gray smoke sizzled in the fire, and the firelight penetrated and actually knocked the evil ghost back into reality.
It finally showed its true form.
Its body is thin and long, but it is rickety and looks shorter than an ordinary person. It wears a cloak made of crow feathers, and has two long hook blades sticking out.
His face was weird and ugly, with a huge and curved nose on his extremely long and narrow face. Under his sparse eyebrows, his slit-like eyes shone with a sinister light.
He stared ahead in panic.
next moment.
A figure split open the flames, the flying ragged raincoat dragged sparks flying, and the long sword enveloped the blue light, like a flying rainbow.
The ghost's expression became more and more frightened, and he wanted to retreat into the fog, but his movements were unable to stop.
Glancing down, a yellow talisman was attached to the hook blade, burning slowly.
That is a "Ghost Binding Talisman".
The roles of both parties have been transformed instantly.
The ghost opened his eyes as hard as he could, and his cheeks trembled and twisted as the sword approached, and finally... he grinned.
The long sword penetrated the smiling face.
The ghost figure broke apart piece by piece, turned into smoke, and dispersed into the fog again, leaving half of the "Ghost Binding Talisman" floating down in vain.
The fire went out, and the strange laughter returned again accompanied by the fog.
The man in coir raincoat stepped away and quickly retreated to the big tree in the courtyard.
He jumped out of the thick fog and stood on a high branch.
Underfoot, the thick fog accumulated in the courtyard like a pool of turbid water, and the shadows of ghosts and angels flickered in and out of it.
The harsh and strange laughter echoed around.
"It is said that the blind are the most ruthless and the mute are the most poisonous! It is true. Little mouse, I was kind enough to play with you, but you are so cruel. You clearly guessed what I was doing, but you pretended not to know, and you want to plot against me."
The words were full of teasing.
"That's right, I am indeed a 'Death Nightmare Ghost'."
…………
Volume 15 of "The Story of the Stone Mirror": Zheng Yi, a native of Guangling, was the magistrate of Nanchuan at that time. One day, while lying in his official residence, he dreamed of a man in a black robe and a high crown, who looked very ugly.
It lasted for several days. He knew it was a strange thing and invited monks and monks all over the place. All the dharma could not be forbidden, and the humiliation became even worse. Yi couldn't bear the pain, so he sent his servant to visit the master secretly, and found a local witch, who said: "This strange thing is called Nightmare."
Dead ghosts are transformed into people who were frightened to death in dreams, and their remaining energy is half in the human world and half in dreams, so they can resist all things in the world, except that they are afraid of light."
Another day, the monster came again to cause trouble. He saw black air coming through the house like pillars and hitting his mouth and nose. He shouted loudly, so the servants came out and opened fire candles to light up the monster and reveal its shape. The local shaman then went up to the building.
, shoot it with a peach-curved thorn arrow, and you will see that the black air has withered on the ground, and it will no longer cause trouble.
…………
Standing on the tree, I was surprised to realize that the fog had unknowingly risen to a strange level.
It's like a river tide pouring in, and the turbid water submerged Qiantang. Looking around, there are only high and low roofs floating on the water.
The moonlight cannot illuminate clearly and there is danger under the "water".
The man in the coir raincoat could only rely on the non-stop noise of the ghost to try to find its location.
"The cunning of the little mouse is unfortunately half-measured. He only knows about the 'Death Nightmare Ghost', but he doesn't know that when a 'Death Nightmare Ghost' enters the Tao, he will not avoid the light of fire for three hundred years, the moonlight for another three hundred years, and the sunlight for another three hundred years. We will wait.
Ghosts all practice the method of Taiyin refining, swallowing and swallowing moon essence, and regenerate flesh and blood for five hundred years. After another five hundred years, they will train their bodies to be like fine iron and be invulnerable to swords, water and fire."
"When you saw my envoy dressed in copper skin and iron bones earlier, you should have known that I have been enlightened for thousands of years and am invulnerable to anything in the world."
The words echoed around, and the man in raincoat stared closely at the thick fog around him.
suddenly.
A black shadow suddenly appeared under his feet, suddenly enlarging in front of his eyes.
Ghosts are like crocodiles hunting for prey, rushing out of the "water" in an instant.
The man in the coir raincoat hurriedly swung his sword, and the ghost's body was immediately split into two, but he continued to rush forward. The split face was still laughing wildly, almost touching the face of the man in the coir raincoat.
"Your sword and your talisman are both useless to me!"
The man in the coir raincoat retreated in horror, and then climbed up the branch to stay away from the "water". At the same time, he threw a few yellow talismans, decorated with diving ghosts, and shot them into the thick fog, exploding under the "water".
The fog was really weird.
It is as thick as oil and as heavy as sand. The talisman fire is tightly wrapped in it, and only a little light and sound escape. The flame cannot burn through, and the moonlight cannot penetrate.
The man in coir raincoat stared at this scene, as if he was deep in thought.
But in this short period of time, the billowing fog unexpectedly rose again, forcing the man in the raincoat to move upwards.
He was about to reach the top of the tree, with nowhere to hide.
The man in coir raincoat suddenly followed the voice of the ghost and threw several yellow talismans again.
The fire exploded, and the ghost's location was faintly revealed.
He immediately flew away in the opposite direction.
Over there, the long branches of the big tree stretched out, and opposite the tips was the roof ridge of the wing half-immersed in the fog.
But when he jumped up to the top of the tree, he didn't have time to jump up.
"little mouse."
The ghost rode the fog waves into the sky, crossing the tree trunks and the roof ridges.
"The game is not over yet, where do you want to go... Huh?"
However, the man in the coir raincoat quickly turned around, took a few steps, flew out diagonally, and crashed into the main hall.
The ghost was startled for a moment, and his laughter became more harsh.
Is there anything more exciting than a prey that doesn't choose the right path?
It vibrated its cloak, incited the mist to swirl, and then leaned down and rushed into the main hall.
All the doors and windows were opened for a while, and the fire in the pond was extinguished immediately.
in the dark.
The man in coir raincoat raised his long sword at an angle, ready to make a desperate fight.
The ghost comes running rampant and laughing, trying to end tonight's cat and mouse game.
The two sides are getting closer and closer.
Getting closer!
The long sword of the man in coir raincoat glowed with green light.
A long hook blade solidified under the ghost's cloak.
Suddenly.
It stopped the body.
…………
The pond fire slowly reignited.
The weak firelight and thick darkness combined the interior of the room into an orange color. It blurred the outlines of the ghost angel and the man in the raincoat, but strangely highlighted the eyes of both parties.
One's ferocity hides wandering.
One is calm with inquiry.
In addition to this, there is also a ray of light, a slender and clear moonlight in the darkness, and a moonlight hanging between the two sides.
Neither of them moved.
until.
Snapped.
A piece of tile fell at the feet of the ghost. Above his head, there was a thin meow of a cat, a flash of green, and another beam of moonlight fell.
The ghost unconsciously took a step back.
Immediately the ugly face became distorted.
Yes, it dodged.
Thousands of years of cultivation is just a lie. If it has this ability, it should not be the messenger of nightmare, but the king of nightmare.
The so-called copper skin and iron bones are not some form of Taiyin refining, but a Dharmakaya made with a lot of incense and blood food.
He no longer avoids the light of fire, but he is still afraid of the light of the moon, and the moon is shining brightly tonight.
…
"Niubi! If you think you can borrow some moonlight, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it!"
He was so frightened and angry that the feathers on his cloak stood up like a frightened pheasant.
His body shook rapidly, and large clouds of black dust shook out from among the crow feathers, merged into the mist, and billowed into the house.
across.
The man in coir raincoat made a gesture with his fingers together, making an empty stroke.
Phew~~
All of a sudden.
Suddenly a strong wind roared down, crushing the roof, flying tiles like rain, and sweeping away the incoming fog.
The bright moon illuminated the house brightly.
However, the ghost had already exited the house, constantly blowing up the fog and uttering bursts of hoarse and harsh curses.
The man in coir raincoat ignored it and found a bronze mirror in the corner of the lobby.
It is more than two feet long. The back of the mirror is painted and engraved with twelve birthdays and dragon and phoenix patterns. The craftsmanship is exquisite. It is considered a favorite treasure of the owner and is kept in the main hall for decoration.
Although things have changed and people have changed, and the house is occupied by urban foxes and social rats, the mirror can still reflect people's light.
The man in the coir raincoat took it and a small knife, and went to the dying Luo Yong. Since all the pen and ink were lost in the courtyard, he used materials on the spot, peeled off Luo Yong's chest, and painted on the mirror with his heart's blood.
runes.
Then he jumped up to the roof through the gap and leaned down to look down.
The sea of fog rises higher and higher, and the ghosts hidden beneath it keep shouting. The dense fog is driven by it, just like the rolling waves on the Qiantang River on August 15th.
The man in the coir raincoat didn't delay any longer, he muttered something and turned the mirror to the moon.
For a while.
The moonlight in the sky seems to be condensed, like extremely transparent ice crystals, and the bunches are extremely clear.
He turned the mirror over again, twisted the moonlight into a single beam and threw it into the sea of mist, making every detail visible wherever it shined.
After a while, the ghost was found and his disembodied figure was brought back to reality.
It raised its head in astonishment. There was no trace of ferocity on that ugly face, only shock and fear.
He yelled.
"Taoist, I have exhausted all my interest tonight. I will come back to you to argue with me the next day!"
Escape quickly to the gate.
Just arrived at the door.
Suddenly, I saw a yellow talisman quietly burning on the door.
"when……"
A ray of clear light opened up and bounced his fright and figure back into the courtyard.
On the eaves, the man in coir raincoat took out the remaining half of the bag, breathed into it a few times, and then whistled softly, and saw birds made of paper jump out of the bag and flutter down the courtyard.
Knowing that something was wrong, the ghost immediately ran away, but Yueguang was chasing after him. He was soon caught up by a bird, which clung to his body and turned into a ghost-binding talisman, which slowed his movements.
Then, more birds "fluttered" and surrounded them.
One.
Two.
three……
Within a moment, the yellow talisman wrapped around his body, making it difficult for him to move, and he could only slowly cocoon on the ground.
Not far away, footsteps landed.
The ghost reluctantly raised his ugly face and forced out a funny smile.
"Taoist Master, Taoist Master! Everything we did before was just a joke. Don't misunderstand me."
The steps don't stop.
"I'm just a messenger in Cave City. Have I ever done any evil? If you seek revenge, just find someone else. Don't hurt innocent people."
A blue light reflected in his eyes.
"Niubi! I am the messenger of the ghosts and gods in Cave City, the King of Dharma. If you dare to kill me, you will definitely..."
The long sword fell, and the words came to a sudden halt.
Blood spattered for more than ten feet, and his head rolled to the ground.
The man in coir raincoat or Li Changan spat, and finally uttered his first words tonight:
"What a sin! How much blood food did you eat to make your belly grow so noisy?"
…
The thick fog gradually disappeared under the moonlight, and the subtle but noisy noises in the streets at night suddenly came alive, and the gentle breeze blew away the blood.
Everything tonight finally comes to an end.
The man in the coir raincoat raised his head, went back into the house, found the volume of "The Ghost King's Sutra", tore off a page of "The Messenger of Evil", and nailed the page and the ugly head to the high lintel of the main hall.
Then he dipped it in blood and wrote it on the door.