Chapter 6 Laughing about Fox Ghosts and Passionate Kinds
The waning moon has reached the zenith, but the moonlight is dim and blurry. Combined with the dim sky, it looks green and pale. From a distance, it does not look like a jade plate, but more like a wisp of ghost fire.
"Boom——"
A dull bell rang, echoing in the dark night.
The sound of this bell is very strange. It sounds like the muffled cough of a critically ill old man, with a strong smell of death. It also sounds like a rusty and cracked ancient bell. Without the original rich and loud sound, it looks hoarse.
Logically speaking, such a sound cannot travel very far.
But after the bell rang, under the dark night, the entire jungle made a rustling sound, and then pairs of eyes emitting a faint green light lit up, and illusory figures walked out of the forest one by one.
At the same time, broken lanterns floated out one after another from nowhere and hung on the treetops, illuminating the surroundings in a dim light.
"Hee hee hee……"
"Someone is here again..."
"Hahaha……"
"I don't know who is coming this time. The old guy last time was not delicious at all..."
"Girl, you still want to eat delicious food? It would be good to eat some..."
Along with the ghostly sounds, the woods under the lanterns began to change. The thick trees turned into walls and pillars, the huge crowns turned into roofs, and some small branches or vines turned into various colorful shapes.
Yarn, hanging down.
In the blink of an eye, the dim woods turned into a mansion.
The house was brightly lit, and under the cover of many veils, beautiful women walked out one after another. Most of them were covered with gauze to cover their faces, but their clothes were half-covered. They were walking in and out of the house, playing with things.
Various delicacies.
When the caravan on the way saw such a scene, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and drool uncontrollably from the corners of their mouths.
But the captain of the caravan still had some knowledge. He glanced at the accompanying demon hunter and saw that he took out a Bagua mirror and took a look at the mansion. No problems were found, so he led everyone closer.
However, at this time, the order of the caravan is also very particular.
Walking in the front was an old blind man with a bell. Every time he took a step, the bell on his body would make a little sound.
Behind him were two middle-aged guards and a somewhat confused young scholar carrying a bamboo book.
When the scholar approached, many of the women couldn't help but take a second look.
The captain of the caravan who followed did not enter, but asked: "There are pavilions built in the wilderness, do you know if you are going east or north?"
This is one of the lingo of merchants. It is used to ask a store whose origin is unclear whether it is a business of clean skin and flesh lodging, or a business of life-threatening skin and flesh.
As soon as these words came out, an elderly woman dressed as a lady walked out of the second floor. She stretched out her hand and touched her lips, pretending to be coquettish and said: "If I go to the east, right here, do you have the guts to come in? But so do we.
I understand the rules and want to do long-term business, so I also take some jobs from Xiangdong, but I don't know if you can control it, sir."
Hearing this, the captain of the caravan breathed a sigh of relief. After secretly giving a few instructions to the people in the team, he led everyone inside.
The scholar who entered first was pushed to the back by the crowds of people coming and going. His eyes gradually became clearer, and his pupils were reflected in the moonlight as the crowd in front of him was wolfing down a pile of dead branches, leaves, and mud insects.
This young man was naturally Milo. He sensed the surrounding environment and his own magic power, and couldn't help but sigh at the specialness of this Fang Taixu illusion.
It was actually able to briefly blind his consciousness, allowing him to take on the scholar's identity and integrate into the caravan.
However, the identity assigned to Milo in this illusory realm did not fully work. At least the scholar's memory was absorbed by the treasure mirror and recorded on the treasure scroll.
Speaking of which, this fragment of the entrance to the Taixu Illusion Realm has been in Milo's hands for many years, and he often reflects it with a precious mirror to observe its essence.
This fragment serves as the interface between Taixu Illusion Realm and the land of Hanxia. It can be preserved for such a long time, and its stability is naturally much higher than the two Taixu Illusion Realm he has experienced before.
In addition, the energy level of the Taixu illusion connected to the fragment is not low, instinctively blocking outside prying eyes.
In order not to stimulate the illusory world, Milo was unable to conduct in-depth exploration. Although he had carried out hundreds of reflections in ten years, he did not get much information.
Apart from some scattered and unsystematic legal principles, the biggest gain is a short poem.
He joked about the sentimental nature of foxes and ghosts, and joked about the emptiness of Confucianism, Immortals, and Buddhism. He didn’t know the true and false intentions of people’s hearts, and he was dyed with ink in the city without ever writing.
The last word Guancheng in the poem refers to the writing brush.
Looking at the whole poem, the superficial meaning is that it talks and laughs about the fox girl and the ghost girl who are obsessed with love. It uses a joking tone to say that Confucianism, immortality, and Buddhism are all illusions. But it never understands what people are thinking.
, even though the brush has long been filled with ink, it has not been recorded or written.
When he first saw this poem, Milo's first reaction was to think of a book he had read in the past, "Liao Zhai".
And the scene in front of him can be considered to be consistent with his original guess from the side.
"Master, why don't you come up and have something to eat together?"
A woman with clothes casually draped around her body strolled up to Milo. As she walked, the clothes on her body fell down a little from time to time. After a while, she was left with only a pair of underwear that in this era was equivalent to nothing.
She lowered her head and gently approached Milo, but when she was about to touch him, she jumped away.
Milo turned away, pretending to be embarrassed and said: "I just went with the caravan. If I don't have... no money, I won't go with them."
With that said, Milo avoided the woman's affection and walked towards the door.
Instead, a red-faced guard stepped forward and wanted to hold Milo. He held a beautiful woman in his arms and loudly mocked Milo, who was just a silver-headed wax gun with only a face.
Milo didn't want to come into contact with the other person at all. In his eyes, what the guard was holding in his arms was clearly a broken skeleton. And it was not a human skeleton. From the looks of the bones and remaining fur, it should be
It is the bones left behind by a certain fox, with some human bones added to it.
And that beautiful face, in Milo's eyes, was also a fox's head full of rot and maggots.
Therefore, one can imagine the state of the guard holding it.
He pretended to be frightened and fell to the ground. He avoided the guard's hands and hid in the corner outside the door. He took out some dry food from the book behind his back and ate it carefully.
The moment Milo walked out of the mansion, all the women couldn't help but look at him. It could be seen that after seeing him hiding by the door eating, they were teasing each other with the men next to them.
On the other hand, the old woman stared at Milo for a long time, then walked downstairs, said a few words to the caravan captain, and greeted a woman with a smile on her lips: "The visitor is a guest, how can we let the guests stay outside.
Xiaoqing, why don't you go and welcome the young man in quickly, and prepare a bowl of water for him. Looking at the dry food he eats, I even choked on his behalf."
As soon as he finished speaking, a girl with a slightly green face walked out from behind. Many of the guards holding women in their arms lit up, which made the women around them angry.
The girl carefully walked up to Milo with a bowl of water, and tremblingly wanted to hand the water to Milo, but she seemed hesitant.
ps: The jargon used by the caravan captain and the “lady boss” in the article is self-made by Yiqi and has no source.