The three of them are all there in the mirror, but Zhao Wenhe is the only one missing.
Knowing the origin of this mirror, the old man suddenly thumped, his chest seemed to be pressed by an invisible boulder, and his mind suddenly buzzed.
Fortunately, a bad old man is a bad old man after all.
His eyes only stayed on the mirror for a few milliseconds, then he suddenly withdrew his gaze, and at the same time turned sideways, just blocking his body in front of the mirror.
Hiding that touch of horror deep in my heart, my face became even more relaxed for a moment.
Surrounded by Zhao Wenhe, they visited as if nothing had happened. While visiting, they chatted more enthusiastically with Zhao Wenhe.
After the four of them walked to the roof and sat down on the comfortable soft sofa.
As soon as I saw the big head, I crawled up with more than ten flexible tentacles, served tea and water, beat my legs and shoulders, and served several people on the big head.
"Is this a big-headed barbarian??"
Zhao Wenhe looked at Big Tou Man in surprise. Although Big Tou Man was good at illusions, he was also famous for being stupid and timid.
Some even have no intelligence at all.
But the big-headed man in front of her was completely different from what she had remembered.
He can't help but be very skillful in serving tea and pouring water, and his ability to beat his legs, squeeze his shoulders and massage is also remarkable.
If you look closely, you will see that Datou's body is covered with a layer of very fine scales, and his body is very clean, with no odor at all.
And there is actually a gem growing on his head.
Zhao Wenhe recognized the origin of the gem at a glance, and suddenly understood.
This [Confucian Pearl] was born from a strange beast called Ghost Confucianism deep in the underworld. It can help all things and birds, understand human nature, and know ingenuity.
(Note: The introduction and origin of this bead are given by the author at the end of the article.)
This thing grows on the big-headed man's head, maybe that's why the big-headed man is so smart.
Zhao Wenhe did not know that even before Datou got the bead, he had already shown extraordinary intelligence, which made the old man want to pull Datou to breed with him several times.
The four of them sat down. Except for Bai Chuanpang who was sitting on pins and needles, the other three looked relaxed and natural, especially the old man with his legs crossed and chatting happily with Zhao Wenhe.
Just chatting... It seems that the topic of empress is about to be discussed.
On the sidelines, Pangpang Bai stumbled, almost kneeling on the ground, and winked wildly at the old man.
However, I don't know whether it was intentional or not, no matter how much Bai Pangpang blinked, the old man didn't seem to see it.
"Hey, there are two poor people in this underworld, Xiao Zhao, do you know who they are?"
The bad old man smiled mysteriously, leaned into Zhao Wenhe's face and asked.
Zhao Wenhe raised his eyebrows: "Poor creature? Is it because black and white are impermanent?"
Black and White Wuchang's job is hard work. The two of them are responsible for hunting down the evil ghosts and maintaining the safety of ordinary ghosts. Sometimes they have to travel between yin and yang to personally capture some unjust souls who are unwilling to go to the underworld.
Behind this hard work is not only hard work, but also a heart of stone.
Only then can we get used to seeing joys and sorrows in the world, wives and children separated, and sometimes, we can see bullies running amok and bullying the relatives of the deceased.
At this time, they did not dare to, nor could they bend the law for personal gain in the face of the evil ghost's pleading.
If I didn't have a heart of stone, I probably wouldn't be able to bear it long ago.
But now, the work of black and white and impermanence has been replaced, especially after the black moon appeared last time, causing a rift between the Yin and Yang Dao and reality.
Black and white impermanence is equal to the state of retirement.
To be pitiful, the two of them definitely count as a couple.
After Zhao Wenhe finished speaking, the old man raised his eyebrows and made Zhao Wenhe a cup of tea.
He nodded, then shook his head: "No, you only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals. What you did before was hard work, but now you are enjoying peace and happiness, how can you be pitiful?"
Seeing the old man's objection, Zhao Wenhe picked up the tea in his hand, and after thinking for a while, he put it down again.
"But Po Meng, Zhong Kui."
Po Meng is in charge of the Wangchuan River, which is the only way to reincarnation. It is said that Po Meng was once an infatuated woman. She guarded the Wangchuan River from black hair to white hair.
Just to see that man again.
But we have never seen each other again.
Another one, Zhong Kui, was born ugly and hated evil as much as he hated evil.
Nowadays, he has been forgotten by the world for a long time. He is drunk and dreaming every day, and there is no trace of him. It is pitiful to say that.
After Zhao Wenhe said that, he looked at Old Man Chao again, picked up the tea and took a sip from his lips.
However, this answer made the old man laugh: "Hahaha, no, no, brother Zhao, you are really a confused person."
As he spoke, the old man said: "Meng Po and Zhong Kui have different personalities, but what they do is their own choice. No one forces them. It's pitiful. What's so pitiful about them? It's not worth mentioning.
It’s not enough for the Dao…”
After saying that, Bai Pangpang already sensed a bad premonition and quickly spoke, trying to change the topic.
"I heard that Po Meng recently found a young apprentice, what's his name... Chai Rong? It is said that it is also an eternal fate. There will be a Qingming Festival in Youshan soon. I don't know if I can see it. I also heard..."
However, before he finished speaking, he was suppressed by the sudden raised voice of the old man, without any intention of giving him a chance to interrupt.
"In short, it doesn't matter whether Meng Po clings to the green lantern, or whether Zhong Kui lives in a drunken dream and dies, they can all take care of themselves, there is nothing to be pitiful about."
Upon seeing this, Zhao Wenhe became very curious and guessed a few names one after another.
Bull head, horse face, four great judges, etc., even the Tenth Palace of Hell King guessed it, but no one could get the answer.
At the end of the guess, Zhao Wenhe really couldn't guess it, so he spread his hands and said, "I can't guess it anymore."
When the old man saw this, he smiled and gave Zhao Wenhe another cup of tea.
"In fact, it's not difficult to guess, these two poor people, the first one..."
Having said this, the old man paused for a moment, as if he was considering his words, and then he sighed and said: "The first one is none other than the one from Youshan."
Suddenly, the atmosphere on the table froze.
Tutu almost spit out the tea she just drank in her mouth, her eyes widened with an expression like "Don't hold me back if you want to die."
Even Bai Pangpang almost couldn't swallow his breath, and thought to himself: "It's over, it's over, it's almost over if you offend one person. Now if you offend the other one, you're still messing around!"
Even Zhao Wenhe was stunned for a while.
Looking at the old man with some surprise, he suspected that he had not heard clearly, so he confirmed to him again: "Are you sure you are talking about the one on Youshan Mountain?"
Faced with the surprised expressions of the three people, Old Man Hao seemed to downplay it.
He waved his hands to signal everyone not to make such a fuss.
"Don't be so excited. Anyway, he can't hear you if you say it here."
"Haha, you can't hear me, how dare you say that??" Zhao Wenhe sneered.
Even Tutu was a little anxious this time. Although her expression could not be seen clearly under the mask, her voice became stern: "Stop talking, the Lord on Youshan is not something you and I can comment on. You
If you continue to talk, I won’t dare to listen.”
Tutu said as she stood up and left.
I'm afraid this matter will have anything to do with her.
However, at this time, the bad old man grabbed her wrist and said with a cold face: "Even if you leave now, you will have nothing to do with what happened here."
Seeing that the atmosphere was about to tense up, Bai Pangpang could only forcefully smooth things over.
"Why are you upset? Isn't this just chatting? It's just chatting. No one will admit it when you leave the house."
After saying that, Tutu sat down again and carefully glanced at Zhao Wenhe who remained calm from the corner of his eye.
The old man let go of Tu Tu's hand and lay down on the chair carelessly: "Yes, after I left the house, I said the same thing to anyone who asked me about it today, and I never said it!"
Tutu felt annoyed and could only suppress it and not get angry when she saw this.
At this time, Old Man Zao looked at Zhao Wenhe: "What I said is not unreasonable, nor did I make it up rashly. He said it himself."
The old man said, reciting a dialogue as if reciting: "The cold mountains are covered with silver snow, but the green pines are not facing the rising sun."
[Although the days on the mountain are very good, there is not even a single bird shadow. After a long time, I feel like a sculpture standing there, pretending every day.]
If Ding Xiaoyi were here and heard this paragraph, he would be shocked to find that the content here is actually the original words from his own diary.
After the old man finished speaking, he sneered: "Are you really not aware, or are you pretending not to know, where do you think this land came from?
Selflessly under the secluded mountains.
Even if it is a patch of turf as big as a palm, not everyone can claim it as their own.
He didn't nod, so there was just an extra piece of private land here??
Look at that kid below...
Not his illegitimate son...
They don’t look alike, so why?
Ask Po Meng what she saw on the Wangchuan River on July 13 last year.
I guess she might not dare to say it.
I'm afraid I might scare you if I tell you.
She saw two figures standing there in front of the Samsara Mirror behind the Wangchuan River, drinking and talking.
That is the mirror of reincarnation, who dares to be so presumptuous.
But her eyes widened, and she was so frightened that she only dared to lower her head and step back until the figure personally sent the other person into reincarnation.
A man sat on a rock and cried for half the night.
Hahaha, Po Meng was kneeling outside, covering her ears, not even knowing when the person left.
It was extremely cold at the peak. Sitting alone in that cold place, he felt like he was going crazy.
I even sneaked out a few times and had a lot of fun playing with an ordinary person.
But in front of us, he has to turn into that clay statue, maintaining his aloof and inviolable sanctity.
He is naturally aloof, controlling the fate of thousands of ghosts in the underworld, maintaining the balance between the blood river and the underworld. He has unlimited power and is unattainable. But in the end, he can't even be himself.
It can only be offered there like a clay sculpture. What's so good about it? It's not pitiful. There's nothing more worthy of pity."
After saying this, everyone immediately looked at each other, but they were speechless.
The bad old man's words were shocking, and the information inside was even more frightening. They needed time to digest it.
"The cold mountains are covered with green pines covered with silver snow, but there are no green pines facing the rising sun."
Zhao Wenhe lowered his head and pondered over this sentence over and over again. Confusion flashed in his eyes. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Youshan. For a moment, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
It seems like from here, one glances through the white mist and gazes at the great hall covered with silver snow on the top of the secluded mountain.
After a moment, he looked back and nodded: "Maybe... you are right!"
Bai Pangpang beside him was almost going crazy, fearing that the master next to him would get angry and reveal his true identity, and then start to settle accounts with them.
When he suddenly heard this sentence, his face was startled, and he looked at Zhao Wenhe with some surprise.
"This is not what I said. Many of the words in it were said by him himself."
The bad old man hurriedly waved his hand and firmly distanced himself from the relationship.
At this time, when Zhao Wenhe was about to ask another poor guy, he saw the old man suddenly raised his nose: "Hiss~~~ It smells so good!"