Chapter 32: Clean the house, search the mind, purify the mind, purify the body and purify oneself
"Is the magistrate of Fei a woman?"
This emotion was not coming from the three people present. They looked at the door at the same time and found Han Chang looking at them in surprise. Does this guy walk without making any sound? Or is it that they were talking too seriously?
After finishing speaking, Han Zhang walked straight in and knelt down next to Xie Zhe. He looked at them first and then at Ruan Xiang.
"Girl, do you mean this?" He confirmed again.
"I won't lie to you." She nodded lightly.
So the three of them looked at each other. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case. The voice of Zhixian County is inherently neutral. If a woman has practiced her voice or has some natural advantages, she can achieve this without lowering her voice too deliberately.
The effect. His body shape is also relatively petite, which makes people think that he is a southern man. Especially with such a height, compared with men, it is indeed a bit short, but if she is a woman, it would be much more reasonable.
She didn't even need to do much to cover up, she had already deceived them all.
"Why did she do this?" Ling Huan didn't understand. "What's the benefit of a woman pretending to be a man?"
Xie Zhe analyzed it quickly and said seriously: "First of all, many places do not allow women to be officials, right? I don't understand the rules of this place. Although there are many places where women can be officials, they are limited after all... and let
Women's involvement in politics has only been allowed in the past 100 years. Furthermore, the identity of a man is safer than that of a woman in all aspects, and can reduce unnecessary troubles and rumors. If this aspect is really considered, we have to
Admit it, she is a smart person."
"Although she is smart, she is stingy and extremely greedy." These harsh descriptions came out of the mouth of the well-behaved Ruan Xiang, which seemed more convincing. "All the precious things in the world, if she knew them, would be useless."
If you are interested, you have to do everything possible to get it. This house is more valuable than you think. Don’t look at it.
There are only three floors here, and the classic ancient books and bottles and jars stored on a single floor are only a drop in the bucket. Although I can't move around arbitrarily, I can sense that there are more treasures buried under this house through the disturbance of my spiritual power. Underground
The space is larger and more complicated. There must have been some kind of cellar and darkroom before this."
"Do you know the specific structure and collection of items in the basement?" Xie Zhe asked.
Ruan Xiang sighed softly. She said that unless she could go there in person, the things she could feel were still too limited.
Han Chang shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face: "There is a problem now - I can't even get out of this house, let alone find the basement. As soon as I went down to the first floor, I was jumped out of nowhere.
The clothes man stopped me. They brought the food, and I had already carried it to the room, but found that no one was there, so I followed the movement and came to the third floor to look for you."
"Are you talking about those people wearing tattered cloaks and covering their faces?" Ruan Fang asked.
"Ah, yes. It feels very much, and..."
Han Chang touched his chin, and the other two looked at him. Ling Huan asked: "And what? Did you notice anything?"
"Ah, when I took the dinner plate from that person's hand, I felt something strange. It seemed a bit like what Lao Xie said... a feeling of inhumanity? I can't tell what it was."
Xie Zhe frowned: "I didn't feel that. I just looked at them as they were too stiff and strange."
"Those are dummies."
"Ah...is that true?"
Ruan Xiang adjusted Ruan in her arms again, changing its long handle to the other side of her arm to lean on. She continued:
"It's a kind of witchcraft, made of straw soaked in potion. If a stranger touches their skin directly, it will return to its original form. This is probably a self-made shikigami like a paper man."
"She really knows how to spread the word and make an army." Xie Zhe shrugged, showing a special emotion.
Hanshang added: "Let me tell you, after I went downstairs, I saw pedestrians walking by on the street - no umbrellas at all! But the rain kept falling, but he didn't look this way. I guess this is also the case.
It is a spell that can control wind and rain, but the range is not large, and it also uses a blinding method to the outside world."
"What you said makes sense. Then it is not a wise choice to directly confront her." Xie Zhe turned to look at the xun in Ling Huan's hand, "Well, we want to keep Miss Ye's things, and we have to leave as soon as possible to avoid being ignored.
The magistrate and her shikigami discovered..."
As he spoke, he looked at Ruan Xiang and said to her sincerely:
"Miss Ruan, are you willing to help us?"
When he said this, he was 90% sure. Fusangshen was born because of people's use and affection. Being alone in a dark room is probably not Ruan Xian's real wish. Otherwise, how could she find ways to do it?
Attracting the attention of outsiders? He knew that she must want to leave here.
"Miss Ruan, it's boring to stay here alone." Han Sheng followed, "Let's go, go out and have a look, you will always meet someone who really loves musical instruments."
"...Really?" Her eyes suddenly dimmed.
This reaction was obvious, making the three of them a little at a loss. Shouldn't she be happy? Xie Zhe raised his head with concern, wanting to say something else. Ruan Xian hesitated, and everyone did not rush her. They just let her know.
She said it herself.
"Don't you like humans?" Ling Huan tried to ask, "Have you... been bullied?"
Ruan Xiang denied it quickly: "No - at least not for humans. I don't like a person, but I'm also afraid of being deceived. Many people always mean one thing and do another.
.Pei is such a person, and so was my last owner. When he took over these instruments, he said he would take good care of everyone, but he never came to see them once after they were placed.
But... only some knowledgeable people came, and she would bring them up to take a look, as if they were trophies. The same was true for the previous owner - he said he liked us and would treat us well, but he always made us feel sad. He was obviously so pious.
, it’s definitely not fake, but when things happened as he wished, he suddenly changed his face. I know there are good people among you, but I always don’t understand you.”
She spoke softly, her tone a little aggrieved. After hearing these words, the three of them felt inexplicably guilty, even though they had done nothing wrong. Han Chang took a deep breath, comforted her and said:
"Humans, like monsters, are very complicated. You can definitely see that I am also a monster, and I can understand how you feel. My friend is also a good guy among humans, so... can you tell us
, what exactly did you say about the former master? Did he deceive you? "
"It's not really a lie..."
Ruan Xiang didn't hesitate much, just thought about it briefly, and then told her story. She was no longer as nervous as before. When she mentioned the name of her last master, Han Sheng actually heard it. Although it was not
Familiar, but more than seventy years ago, he was a famous musician in a certain area. He had a wife in his early years
, had a daughter, and the family was harmonious, but he was not famous at that time, and his income was meager and he could barely make ends meet. Unfortunately, his wife became seriously ill and passed away at a young age, leaving behind a babbled child.
.What is even more unfortunate is that his daughter also died in a sudden accident when she was a teenager.
At his daughter's desolate funeral, he played the Ruan Xian that he had made for his daughter. He had played it with his own hands before his daughter was born, and her daughter also played it well during her lifetime. It was just that God did not fulfill his wishes, and he ended up like this.
Holding the piano and crying, feeling sad and angry
His music lasted for three days, seeming to condemn the injustice of God. Anyone who heard the music he played in front of the grave would burst into sorrow and cry together. Later, dignitaries passed by here and listened to this music.
His appreciation for music increased. From then on, he rose to prominence.
He no longer married a wife and devoted the rest of his life to music theory. In his opinion, he walked all the way on the bones of his wife and daughter, and every step was as painful as stepping on thorns, but he was even more unwilling to live up to it.
He knows many musical instruments and can play each one with some skill, and has become a well-known master. But his enthusiasm for music has indeed reached the point of madness. Many people say that he is a weirdo and want to invite him to play at the banquet.
A song is worth a thousand pieces of gold, it must be
You need to exchange musical instruments with him. He has his own special set of measurement values. The place you invite him to should match the value of the gift you offer. Looking at his rare collection, you should know what occasions he has attended.
However, he never plays those instruments that are expensive and made of very luxurious materials. Instead, he likes to use the most ordinary instruments to play the sounds of nature. He believes that only instruments that have been played with for many years and poured with hard work can resonate with the human soul.
But some people also heard that a child from a poor family sang and danced for him in exchange for him playing a song on his parents' birthday. He didn't seem to refuse. From what he heard, he was considered a kind person - a weird kind person.
He also firmly believed that as long as he was sincere enough, these musical instruments would one day come to life. He believed that he would eventually be able to impress the "spirits" in these musical instruments, let them connect with his own mind, and guide him to take his skills to the next level. It seemed that he would be able to move the "spirits" in these musical instruments.
Immersed in the world of music, those sad pasts can disappear...even if it is temporary.
At this point, everyone can guess what happened next...it was just a farce about Ye Gong's love for dragons.
"Is he afraid of you?" Ling Huan was very surprised. "You are obviously so... so well-behaved, and you are not like other scary-looking monsters. Why should he be afraid of you? Besides, if his wish comes true, there is nothing to complain about.
What about?"
"Some objects have to be forgotten for more than a hundred years before they can accumulate grudges and become spirits; or they can be placed in a good place and bathed in the essence of the sun and the moon, and they can also turn into monsters. I am just a Ruan Xian with cheap materials and ordinary workmanship.
That's all, but I have been with him all year round and understood his strong obsession. I appeared in front of him when he was nearly sixty years old."
"But what's so scary about this?" Han Chang was also a little confused. "Although most humans spend their whole lives, they may never come face to face with monsters. And your appearance is just like that of ordinary people, so what reason does he have to be afraid of you."
"I am so similar to his deceased daughter...he said so."
Xie Zhe lowered his eyes and sighed: "There is nothing we can do about it."
"I am too much like him, who has been escaping from the past haze in his life, but has nothing to do. When he saw me for the first time, he was dumbfounded, but he was not speechless. But when I played music, he went crazy."
Ling Huan asked: "Does the player look like his daughter?"
"...No, maybe it's much better. Even far beyond the level that this cheap creation can perform. He just went crazy, laughed loudly and ran out, clapped his hands, stamped his feet, jumped up and disappeared into the night again.
He didn’t come back. To this day, I still don’t know why.”
