After lazing around in Chengdu for a few days, Jia Cong was bored and wanted to find some excitement and fun. One day, by chance, he was listening to the comments in a teahouse, and an old man having tea mentioned a ghost house in the west of Chengdu.
It is said that three years ago, a foreign businessman bought a house in Chengdu. Since he did not come to stay often, he sent a servant to look after the house. Suddenly one day, all four members of the servant's family died! The merchant was not there, but the neighbors
The official reported it. Since the person who died was a foreigner and a slave, the people in the government paid little attention to the case, and there was no one to blame, so he abandoned it. The four people died in unknown circumstances, and the merchants did not dare to come and live in the house.
It had been empty for three years, and many idlers in the neighborhood spread a lot of gossip, saying that there was a ghost in the house, and they said they had noses and eyes.
Jia Cong then became interested. He changed into a Taoist robe, shamelessly asked the truth to draw a lot of evil talismans for him and put them in his sleeves, and went to explore the haunted house alone.
In broad daylight, this guy actually climbed over the wall and came in! After dusting off the dust on his body, he went to the living room, kitchen and study room with great interest. When he saw a complete and beautiful large Western-style glass mirror in the bedroom, it was covered with dust.
He couldn't help feeling regretful, shaking his head and saying: "The mirror is covered with dust." Hearing a "crack" sound, his feet were empty, and he fell down with a "plop". Jia Congren was still lying on his stomach, and he had already said "Ouch~~"
"It has nothing to do with me! I'm here to travel! The sky is moving and the earth is moving~~ Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law -" After shouting, he looked around and saw that it was pitch black, so he hurriedly walked out of his arms.
Take out the fire breakers and shake them out.
All he saw was a tunnel in front of him, going straight forward without knowing where he was going. Having already reached this point, there was no other way to go, so he took out a candle from his arms, lit it and held it high in his hand, slowly
Walking forward, he kept saying: "Don't mess around! I know Zhang Tianshi!"
After walking about seventy or eighty steps, the vision suddenly opened up. Jia Cong could not help but whistle: "What a project! This technology is great for building subway stations!"
There was a staircase going down under his feet, and at the bottom of the stairs there was an open space as big as five or six rooms. It was a bit like a sunken square in later generations with a roof. The open space was like a large underground hall, with cases in it, and cases in it.
There is a self-ringing bell in the east bottle and west mirror, and there are two imperial chairs with scrolls on the backs of the heads. There are two rows of armchairs with crescent armrests at the bottom, and they are densely packed with many teacups. Jia Cong said to himself: "It looks like a
Conference room. Why isn’t there even a plaque or a couplet? It’s hard to guess without words.”
But I heard someone say with a smile: "Mr. Jia is famous all over the world, how about asking Mr. Jia to draw up a couplet?"
Jia Cong said casually: "Okay!" Without looking back, he stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the place where the pair should be hung on the case. He thought for a moment and said, "What do you think of this pair? There is so much behind me that I forgot to shrink my hands, and there is nothing in front of me.
I want to turn back."
The man slowly walked down another staircase and praised: "Haolian. Does Mr. Jia want to look back?"
"Mr. Ding, don't you want to look back?" Jia Cong turned around with a smile, "There is no way out."
The visitor was Ding Wangji, who bowed to Jia Cong and said, "Mr. Jia is in a good mood."
Jia Cong looked around and said: "If Mr. Ding thinks this couplet is not good, there is a fictional writer who was reborn late in life." Then he read, "When falsehood is true, truth is also false, and there is nothing to do but nothing to do."
Ding Wangji high-fived: "Great connection!"
Jia Cong said with a smile: "Not bad. Do you want to show me some face?"
Ding Wangji chuckled: "It's not good to hang it here, but it's okay to hang it somewhere else."
Jia Cong shrugged: "Thank you!" He casually took a seat at the first guest seat, "So this is your territory. I should have guessed it a long time ago. People tend to forget things when they are lazy."
Ding Wangji asked curiously: "How did Mr. Jia guess it?" He also walked to the chief seat and sat down.
"When Wansheng was a child, his master Lin Hai was almost assassinated." Jia Cong said, "It was also because he was investigating a small case, which was about to be involved in a big case. Because it disturbed the late emperor, even though the late emperor didn't know what happened, he didn't allow it.
He checked again."
Ding Wangji said: "Isn't that right? Lin Hai is not a member of the late emperor."
"The person who committed the crime was the late emperor's man. The late emperor thought that the man committed a trivial matter, so he asked Mr. Lin to stop." Jia Cong's mouth twisted, "The case came to light many years later. It was the rebellion of Xu Hong, the governor of Jiangxi. How about it?
Mr. Ding, Mr. Wang, please think highly of you and compare yourself to Mr. Xu."
Ding Wangji frowned and said, "A mere reckless man who died at the hands of an assassin compares himself to me? I'm so contemptuous of you."
"May I ask Mr. Ding what his official rank is?"
Ding Wangji said with a smile: "As long as it can move the world, what's the point of a few grades?"
"Sure enough, you don't have to pay taxes for showing off." Jia Cong rolled his eyes, "May I ask Mr. Ding how to get out of here?"
Ding Wangji burst into laughter: "Mr. Jia still wants to go out?"
Jia Cong crossed his legs, took out two talismans from his sleeves and waved them: "Even Qiu Liang knows that I came here to explore the haunted house. If you dare not let me out, he can hollow out this house."
Ding Wangji smiled and said, "It's worth exchanging a mere house for Mr. Jia."
Before Jia Cong could talk, a piece of iron fell from the sky and covered him whole! Jia Cong shouted: "Hey! Do you want to sail the boat without any disagreement?"
Two men appeared out of nowhere, with ropes wrapped around their arms. They twisted Jia Cong's arms through the iron and tied him tightly. Pulling the iron apart, Ding Wangji ordered his men to carefully search his belongings.
, the weapons were only a sword on his waist and a short dagger in his boots. Ding Wangji asked curiously: "Mr. Jia didn't bring any firearms?"
Jia Cong said: "This is a haunted house! What's the point of using firearms to deal with ghosts? I carry many talismans."
Ding Wangji frowned, looked at the thick stack of twenty or thirty talismans, and then asked another pile of messy ones: "What are these?"
Jia Cong raised his chin: "Here, black donkey's hooves are specially designed to defeat rice dumplings."
"Zongzi?"
"It's an immortal zombie." Jia Cong said, "It bites people. If you encounter one, put this into the zombie's mouth. The zombie will not be able to move." He shook his head again, "That cross is the holy cross of Western Christianity.
Things, vampires are most afraid of this. The peach wood sword, there is no need to explain this. The golden talisman, made from the claws of a pangolin, is the best at warding off evil spirits."
Ding Wangji was dumbfounded: "You actually carry a lot of these things with you."
Jia Cong innocently said: "What would you bring if you don't bring this when you come to the haunted house? By the way," he bared his teeth and said, "Mr. Ding, are you a human or a ghost?"
Ding Wangji smiled slightly: "What do you think?"
"Ghost Doom Lord!"
"What the hell." Ding Wangji motioned with his eyes to the people below to take him away.
While Jia Cong took the initiative to follow the man leading the way, he shook his head and sang a song: "My dear, when you are not with me, a day is like a year..." As he walked up the stairs, he saw that Ding Wangji was about to disappear.
In the sight of the back of his head, he suddenly shouted, "For the tribe - blood and thunder - power and glory -" Ding Wangji just thought he was crazy and did not move at all. Jia Cong had people escort him a long way away.
I don't know where I'm going.
There is an important scholar's gathering today, and Ding Wangji must go. Originally, he was still paying homage to his mother, but people outside thought that Ding was just his adoptive mother, and the old lady died in disgrace, so they didn't.
He dared to hold a big funeral, but no one else knew about it. Theoretically, if others didn't know, he always knew it, so he just refused to go. But this time, there were more than a dozen rare talents from Shu gathered together, so he couldn't bear to go.
It took some time to deal with Jia Cong for trespassing into a house. When Ding Wangji arrived at the flower house where the party was held, people had already drunk for the second time. They all grabbed him and demanded a fine. He did not refuse and drank three large glasses of wine.
The banquet began to recite poems and execute orders again, which was very lively.
An elegant monk who was good at writing was present. He mentioned that their temple had been recently renovated and asked for couplets from the great talents. While Ding Wangji was thinking about it, three or four gentlemen had already casually recited some Buddhist couplets with a Zen meaning.
They all praised in unison. Ding Wangji was originally a talented man, but he drank a few more drinks today, and the pretty pinkhead next to him kept urging him to drink, which made his head a little dizzy. Seeing that everyone around him had a good match, Ding Wangji
I couldn't think of anything, so I kept silent.
But at this moment, an old scholar smiled and pointed at Ding Wangji and said: "Mr. Ding has not spoken yet, and the real good relationship has not yet been heard." Everyone started to make a fuss, urging Ding Wangji to hurry up, and nudged his finger with a pink-headed finger.
On the back, Monk Naya also personally bowed to Ding Wangji with his hands together and asked for a couplet.
It was impossible without a couplet. Ding Wangji had no choice but to recite the couplet that Jia Cong just said: "When falsehood is true, truth is also false, and there is nothing but nothing."
Everyone was silent for a moment, and the old Confucian took the lead in stroking his palm: "Brilliant! Where did Mr. Ding come up with this!"
The elegant monk praised the Buddha: "Good couplet! Thank you so much, poor monk, Mr. Ding."
Someone else shouted loudly: "Mr. Ding is a genius in this world! Wan Sheng is convinced!"
Everyone praised him and recommended this couplet as the leader of the day. Ding Wangji felt a little guilty and immediately thought that after all, Jia Cong would not live long and no one knew, so he was safe.
That day he came home drunk after eating. When his wife saw her, she couldn't help but feel chilled: "My mother-in-law has only been away for a few days, but the master actually went out to drink!"
Ding Wangji said: "Don't worry! I have captured my enemy today, and when my mother turns seventy-seven, I will sacrifice the thief's head and heart to her old man."
Her daughter-in-law was so frightened that she shuddered: "Master, please don't do this nonsense!" Fang wanted to ask again, but Ding Wangji had fallen asleep on the imperial concubine's couch.
On the other side, Jia Cong was lost, and Chen Siniang walked around the haunted house and left again without seeing anyone. No one told King Shu and Qiu Liang about such a big event, only people from Jia's horse shop filled the street and looked around. Ding Wangji
He thought that the people who followed him were frightened and did not dare to tell the officials that they knew about it. A few days ago, someone from Tongchui Mountain came over and told him that Jia Cong and others were rescued by a Taoist priest with strong martial arts skills.
Jia Cong told Qiu Liang that it was his own tongue that coaxed the bandits away. Although Ding Wangji found out that Jia Cong had recently followed an old Taoist priest, because he had disappeared and no Taoist priest with strong martial arts came out to inquire.
, so I don’t know which one to believe.
After seeing Ding's four-seven, Ding Wangji went to see Jia Cong on a whim after worshiping in front of his mother's soul. Outside the door, he heard "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight; two, two, three, four".
The cry of "5678" made him feel strange. He ordered the guard to open the door and go in. He saw Jia Cong stretching his arms and legs and stretching his muscles. He said funnyly: "What are you doing, Mr. Jia?"
Jia Cong said: "You don't understand, this is called radio gymnastics. People should not lose their enthusiasm for life under any circumstances." He stopped and asked, "Has your house been hollowed out?"
"No." Ding Wangji said, "The King of Shu doesn't know yet."
Jia Cong frowned: "What are you doing!"
Ding Wangji laughed and said, "Even if you dig around, you can't find Mr. Jia, just don't worry."
Jia Cong hummed, "It's hard to say." He scratched his head and said, "By the way, there's something I can't understand. That old Taoist priest from Zhenyuan has great martial arts skills and is Wen Yong's relative. Why did you kill him?" "
Ding Wangji glanced at him: "This person is not of the same mind as us."
"Then you can coax him to help~~ What a waste of talent if you die."
Ding Wangji said: "I'm not as good as Mr. Jia in cherishing your talents. If you don't use them, don't keep them."
"Tch!" Jia Cong muttered, "It's boring. I don't know how to make flexible use of the existing conditions. No wonder I'm not as good as your father and not as good as your younger brother! Both of your younger brothers are smarter than you."
Ding Wangji saw that he was not only jumping around and talking nonsense in jail, but he felt an unreasonable displeasure in his heart and said with a smile: "I see that Chen Siniang is still a virgin."
Jia Cong's eyes turned cold: "Don't seek death."
Ding Wangji clicked his tongue and said, "I saw it when she came in with a tea tray. I didn't expect that she went to that house to look for you a few days ago, but she was still a virgin. Mr. Jia, can't you do it?"
Jia Cong hummed: "Can't I know the fifth girl? What do you know! The more you like her, the more valuable she is. It's not like a fan can sleep with as many as she wants."
Ding Wangji put his hands behind his back and came out, ordered the door to be locked, and turned around and said, "After all, this woman will be my fan sooner or later."
Before he finished speaking, he felt pain in front of his eyes. He had received two punches on his face. The guard guarding the door could not stop him, so he looked at Jia Cong and punched Ding Wangji twice through their arms, and hurriedly worked together to knock him out. He blocked it in. Jia Cong bumped into it a few times but couldn't get out. He said solemnly: "Anyway, you thief will die in my hands sooner or later."
Ding Wangji ignored the pain and laughed loudly, saying: "Don't you want to know why I want to kill Zhenyuan? I told him that it is very easy to subdue a woman. Depending on which family she was a spy in the past, since she is a virgin, whoever sleeps with her first After passing her, she will naturally become someone else's. Zhenyuan is not even willing to listen to me on such a trivial matter, and is still dictating. Keeping him here will definitely lead to bad things!"
At this moment, two guards had pushed Jia Cong into the house with a plop and locked the door with a click.
Jia Cong said loudly inside: "More than that. At that time, Mr. Ding didn't know that Zhenyuan's gold medal was fake and thought he was a court spy. Zhenyuan knew that you were the son of Guo Shu and not the son of the King of Shu. From the Kingdom of Shu. There are not many people who know the truth, so you can silence everyone else, but the Zhenyuan Kung Fu is too high to kill him. As long as he is alive, your plan of occupying the magpie's nest will never succeed." He paused and sneered, "Wan Sheng guessed it right. Mr. Ding's plan is to kill the whole family of the King of Shu first, and then pretend that Ding is the son of a foreign wife born to the King of Shu, so as to take over the Kingdom of Shu."
As if someone had cast a restraining spell on him, Ding Wangji froze in front of the door for half a cup of tea. He suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Jia is really talented! I can't bear to kill you." He stayed stunned for another half a day. , laughed loudly, "Sure enough, when the fake is true, the true is also false, and the inaction is everywhere and nothing! When the false is true, the true is also false, and the inaction is everywhere and nothing! Mr. Jia deserves to be the lower realm of heaven and man." Dust off your clothes and drift away.(..)