Sun Lizhai was walking on the dark Song Mountain, holding an insect net in her hand.
Lu Zhengkang sat on the couch with a chessboard in front of him.
The woods at dusk are quiet and cold. Through the branches, you can still see the thin red glow of the sun in the west. This weak and unknown light passes through the arms and hair of the trees and shines on the fallen leaves in bunches.
The chess pieces on the chessboard are placed one after another in a chaotic manner, and almost all of them are black stones.
The shadows of the woods were dark and deep, and the low thorns and weeds looked particularly scary. Sun Lizhai walked forward slowly, her eyes bright, like the evening stars in the sky. The dimmed colors were reflected on her mirror, clear
As for the elegance, although the outline has been blurred, it has a different kind of reserve. The night is like a veil of all things, giving the world a resting corner after the scorching sunlight dissipates.
The white stone fell on the chessboard and kept moving. Lu Zhengkang moved silently. A monk came and said that the little benefactor Sun was missing. Lu Zhengkang sighed and said, "Call Jue Guang."
Within a quarter of an hour, Jue Guang arrived in a hurry, frowning, looking at Lu Zhengkang but he hesitated to speak.
"Sit down." Fozi pointed at the chessboard.
Jue Guang slipped on the bed and sat cross-legged opposite Lu Zhengkang.
"Look carefully."
The monk lowered his head and looked at it. This could not be regarded as a chess game at all. There were only two white stones on the whole chessboard, and the rest were black stones.
The next second, a soft and white finger gently moved the white child.
The chess game changes, and all horizontal and vertical barriers disappear, turning into a calm and clean board like water, with black and white stones also melting into it.
"This is it!" Jueguang exclaimed in surprise.
The water ripples, and a blurry scene appears.
Sun Lizhai wandered among the tall and straight trees. Her delicate palms touched the bark of the tree, which was cracked, rough, hard, like skin covered with scars, gray and ugly.
At this time, the sun was almost setting and everything was silent except for the low chirping of insects.
All the commotion was suppressed, just because the insect king was born.
Sun Lizhai held up her simple insect catching net and listened patiently. She didn't look like a child, but like a seasoned hunter.
Jueguang exclaimed: "What Xu Xiucai said is right. This child has indeed received seven points of spiritual wisdom."
The old ladies and monks around them all looked puzzled. It was getting urgent. Why were they still having hysteria in front of a chessboard? But Lu Yuan Bodhisattva didn't speak, so how could they dare to disturb him?
After watching for a long time, Lu Zhengkang raised his head and said to a monk standing solemnly beside him: "Go and tell Wang Ruoping that her child is safe and don't worry," and then told Jue Guang, "Go find her, but don't disturb her."
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"Little monk, I obey."
"I understand." Jueguang stood up and went out.
Lu Zhengkang stared down at the square mirror plate, stretching and flexing his fingers gently, as if playing a piano or knitting thread.
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Darkness completely swallowed up the woods.
The golden light of dusk has also been diluted by the darkness of night, turning into a touch of lavender on the mountain tops.
The cold air and moisture began to seep into the body, and Sun Lizhai's face turned a little pale.
It seems to be foggy.
Sun Lizhai walked stubbornly through the chest-high shrubs. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, and she was determined to catch Xiu Zhi and offer it to Lu Zhengkang under the full moon tomorrow night.
The moon rises, and the light as white as water spreads over the mountains and rivers of the earth. In such blurred light, the fog in the forest also reveals a quiet elegance, like a white jade beauty like a cage.
Sun Lizhai stood dreamingly in an open space without trees. The moonlight could shine in directly and unhindered, shining on a patch of orchids. The wonderful fragrance seemed to be dissipated in the moonlight, and the cold mist penetrated into the bone marrow.
The jungle at night is mysterious. On top of the normal world, there is a layer of weirdness, like an invisible cover. In such a scene, those strange and strange whispers that were kneaded into the quilt by the mother are just like that.
They all popped up from the depths of my mind, one by one, in a string, those monsters that eat children, those elves of the mountains and rivers.
Mr. Xu's favorite piece of Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", with its beautiful and eccentric words and phrases, seems so vivid and appropriate when I think about it now.
"If a man comes to the mountains, he is brought to you by flowers and flowers. He looks at you with his eyes and smiles. He admires you and looks good and graceful..."
Just as I was thinking about it, the buzzing of insects around me slowly dissipated, and instead there were the sounds of chewing and rubbing, accompanied by faint chanting, like a confused ghost mirage.
What is flashing among the pines and cypresses where the black shadow stands tall?
The shape is weird, is it a mandrill?
As fast as a point, is it a ghost?
Sun Lizhai started to run away.
But the changes around her became more and more intense, until she bumped into a hard body and then knocked the other person to the ground.
"Squeak!" The other party shouted several times. Sun Lizhai took a look through the moonlight and saw that what was on the ground turned out to be a big cricket. However, this cricket looked like a human, with hands and feet, a round body, and a pair of insects.
His eyes were looking around blankly, and his mouth kept squeaking.
The little girl looked around, and she didn't know when she came to the weaving pile. These huge and anthropomorphic insects were jumping and playing in the grass and branches.
They are similar in size to Sun Lizhai, the larger ones are even a head or two taller than her, and the smaller ones are less than her waist.
I don't know why this group of weavers turned out to be like this. Although they look big, they still seem to be stupid. They have human form but are not human. They are stunned and stunned, purely based on nature.
Could it be a monster?
Sun Lizhai tried to help up the crocodile that was knocked down by her, but it jumped away in panic.
Seeing that it was fine, the little girl no longer paid attention to it, but turned her attention to the groups of monster bugs. Their insect-like characteristics were downplayed, and they did not look scary, but rather cute.
After Sun Lizhai observed for a while, she discovered many precious weavings. Captains who were rarely seen on ordinary days could be seen everywhere, and there were even guards everywhere. They were shouting loudly, and there seemed to be a faint colored light all over their bodies.
Sun Lizhai chased after those shiny and brightly colored ones, but the more beautiful they were, the faster they ran, and they were often far away before she even got close.
She chased it with all her might, and since she had promised to catch the most beautiful autumn insect, she would never give up.
It's getting farther and farther away from people.
The surroundings are getting darker and darker.
Those beautiful insects streaked across the sky like shooting stars, disappearing and could no longer be traced.
After all, Sun Lizhai didn't have the strength to move anymore.
At this moment, a blazing red light suddenly flashed in the bushes in front of her, so she used her remaining strength to pounce, the light dissipated, and an ugly crocodile was pressed to the ground by her.
Sun Lizhai was greatly disappointed.
This insect is so ugly!
The body is short, the mouth is crooked, the eyes are slanted, the limbs are dry, the belly is thin, the body surface is dull, the color is dull, the wings are thick and shriveled, and the cry is dry and hoarse.
As a cricket, it couldn't be any worse or a failure!
Sun Lizhai sat up and after checking that there was no injury on the animal, she waved her hand and pushed it away, and then planned to rest on the spot for a while.
Then she saw the insect's eyes.
Clean, stubborn, like a burning bonfire, warm and public.
There is such a thrilling soul under the ugly skin!
It lay on the ground, and its body swelled up to the sky. Although its cry was dry and hoarse, no insect dared to answer it.
"This insect is all corrupted, and none of them is really ridiculous. Don't give up on such an ugly creature. All of them are defeated, they are the king of insects."
The strange thing among insects, the king of promoting weaving, eight defeats!