Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

According to legend, the divine bird Phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes every 500 years. The world only sees the beauty of its nirvana, but does not know the pain of burning itself.

Time flies like mountains and rivers, ten years after ten years suddenly, 20 years in a trance.

In 20 years, it is enough to turn a woman into a dead bone, enough to overturn the mountains and rivers.

After all, the people of Yu Dynasty could not enjoy the peaceful life for too long. The former virtuous monarch died of illness in Kyoto for no reason, and the new emperor who succeeded him became the reincarnation of the previous emperor.After the troubled times came the prosperous times, and after the prosperous times returned to the troubled times again.And the troubled times after the prosperous times are more desperate and painful than the previous troubled times.

After three o'clock at night, it was raining continuously, and the rain and fog confused the rotten trees and dead branches in the forest into ghost claws that penetrated people.In a place where the wind is unwilling to cross the border, a half-collapsed ruined temple gradually revealed its traces.

The flames flickered, casting two very different figures on the old yellow wall covered with mold and moss.

Next to a fire in front of the Buddha in the temple, three passers-by who could not find a place to live sat cross-legged.

In the wilderness, the rain is noisy, and the cold wind is blowing. Although people are in front of the fire, they still feel cold.

Such a long night, the three of them seemed to be unable to sleep.

"I can't sleep anyway. Let me tell you a strange story. It was something I personally experienced 20 years ago..."

The merchant who arrived at the temple first spoke suddenly. His slightly old face was illuminated by the fire, and every crease on his face was thicker than usual. The feeling suddenly came to life.There are two people sitting on the left and right respectively. The one sitting next to him is a handsome young man in white clothes. The young man has bigger and brighter eyes than ordinary people.And on the right of the merchant was a man in black with a bamboo hat who had never spoken and whose age and gender were unknown.

"I like hearing ghost stories the most. Tell me quickly." The boy in white seemed to be very interested in the merchant's story, and urged the merchant to continue the story.

The man in the bamboo hat also turned his head towards the merchant, and a hoarse and neutral voice came out from under the black cloth of the bamboo hat, just like the man in the bamboo hat, it was indistinguishable from gender.

"Desolate mountains and wild mountains, don't talk nonsense."

"Is there anything you can't say before the Buddha? Don't pay attention to him, tell your story quickly." The white-clothed boy immediately refuted the man in the bamboo hat, eager to hear the story, he stretched out his hand and pushed the merchant next to him impatiently.

"Young man, what are you anxious about?" The merchant didn't know where the boy's strange strength came from, and was almost pushed away by the boy's light push.Then he stared at the fire, his thoughts drifted away and he began to talk slowly.

"20 years ago, my old man opened a teahouse on the border to do a small business. I remember that it was a very hot afternoon, and there were no customers in my teahouse for a long time."

"I thought no one would come today, so I lay down on the table and took a nap, just when I fell asleep!"

"I heard a strange ringing of bells, the sound was particularly crisp, as if it was ringing in my ears. I was so frightened that I woke up immediately, and then I looked around and saw that there was no one in my teahouse."

"Where did the bell come from? I was muttering in my heart. I was thinking about it, and the sound of the bell rang again. This time, I felt strange when I heard it. The sound came from the door outside my teahouse." From the highway."

"Then I ran out to the main road to look, and guess what I saw?" The merchant deliberately cut off the story at the most critical moment, and turned to ask the boy who was startled as the story unfolded.

The boy asked him repeatedly, "What did you see? Tell me quickly."

"I saw a woman, a beautiful woman in red, that woman stepped on the hot ground with her bare feet..."

Although the person in the bamboo hat glanced at the merchant when he was telling the story, her attention was not on the merchant's story. She listened to the small voices in the old temple, and a cold smile gradually appeared on her lips.

Above the heads of the three, the Buddha, who was supposed to be benevolent, looked hideous because the copper paint on half of his face had peeled off. The huge Buddha looked down on the three people in front of the fire, and the firelight also cast shadows on it.In the obscurity, the eyeballs dotted by Mo moved strangely.In front of the old Buddha that no one cares about, on the incense table full of dust, the red candle with candle tears on the scorched wick, once again filled the face with red tears.

With a sound of a tick, rainwater fell from the blue tiles at the corner of the eaves, leaving a puddle of water stains in front of the water stains in front of the steps.

Cold rain, cold wind, I don't know if it was rain or the wind, the yellow flag was pulled down in front of the ruined temple and swayed alone.

The man in the bamboo hat remained calm, and the merchant who was telling the story cut off the story, crossed his arms and complained, "It's so cold all of a sudden?"

"Where is it cold?" The boy in white didn't seem to notice. After turning the fire up, he smiled at the merchants and said, "You see the fire is so hot, it won't be cold after a while. Tell me quickly, that nun is really capable." Have you taken the silver bell girl?"

"That's not true, he is a serious disciple of Shushan." The merchant immediately said, but at this moment he suddenly heard a low laugh, and the voice came from the direction of the bamboo hat man.

"What are you laughing at?" the merchant asked the bamboo hat man who suddenly spoke, and the boy in white also looked at her.

"I'm laughing... Hmph, where is the evildoer who doesn't know that his death is approaching!" The man in the bamboo hat snorted, and pulled out a soft long sword that was as bright as light from nowhere.The long sword of the man in bamboo hat broke and passed by the merchant's ear. In the panic, the merchant only heard a sharp whine in his ear after the sound of the wind. Turning around, there was a long-tailed rat girl lying on the ground, with a scar on the neck of a human-faced beast. A fresh cut, dying in the blood flow.And the figure of the man in the bamboo hat moved again, and the merchants saw afterimages and wailing, and heavy objects fell to the ground from nowhere in between.

While the man in the bamboo hat was constantly hunting and killing the rat man, the towering Buddha above the merchant's head uttered an angry voice, "You arrogant Taoist, are you sure to drive us all to death?"

"Heh, as a demon extermination person, I want to wipe out all the monsters in the world. You are just the next one."

The bamboo hat was humane, and after speaking, he jumped up and slashed at the Buddha with his sword.The Buddha stretched out his hand to stop the blow, and at the same time, a long snake made of water flew into it from the rain curtain outside the temple.The bronze Buddha broke into pieces in an instant from the hand, and the sword light flashed, and the water snake burst into tiny water droplets. The rain outside the temple suddenly stopped in the dark wind, and the originally noisy night suddenly There was a dead silence.

The man in the bamboo hat retracted his sword and landed on the ground, looked at the stunned businessman, and then took off the bamboo hat on his head.

The merchant opened his mouth because of the thrill just now, and couldn't close it anymore. He pointed at the exposed face of the man in the bamboo hat and exclaimed, "It's you, the fairy elder! I'm talking about you!"

"Coincidentally." The man in the bamboo hat was Duanwei who had subdued Yinling girl for the merchants. After 20 years, she had changed a lot.

The young man in white, who had been watching with great interest, took three steps back when he saw Duanwei's face, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are Shushan Duanwei!"

"What do you think?" Duan Wei's eyes turned to the white-clothed boy, danger revealed in Lingling's light.

Hearing the words, the young man in white ran straight away, and Duanwei watched him run out of the ruined temple indifferently holding the light water long sword. In less than five seconds, a white voice ran back.The boy in white who ran back turned pale with shock at the familiar scene, looked at Duanwei, turned around with wide eyes and ran out again.

"Why bother." Duan Wei said two words coldly.

"This...he?" The businessman who witnessed all this hesitated and pointed to the place where the boy disappeared.

Duan Wei sat down, gently put the soft sword by his hand, and poked the fire.

"Let me tell you a story too."

The merchants also sat back by the fire, and the previous ratmen turned into dead rats, and a gavel that was broken in two lay among the shattered Buddha.

"On a mountain not far from here, villagers often see a strange white-clothed boy in the forest. When the white-clothed boy sees the villagers, he will come forward to chat, and sometimes help the lost people trapped in the mountain. Village The Chinese call him a mountain god because of his good looks and strange behavior. However, the so-called mountain god is nothing more than a white bird becoming a spirit. The villagers don’t know the truth, so they set up a temple in that mountain for the boy.”

"But those villagers don't know that no matter how many times they worship Bai Niao Jing as a mountain god, it can't change the fact that the demon is still a demon."

"One day, a widow in the village at the foot of the mountain was seriously ill. The only son of the widow felt sorry for his mother's illness and decided to go up the mountain alone to collect medicine for his mother. The only son was only nine years old and soon got lost in the forest. While hesitating in the forest, a boy in white appeared in front of him. The boy thought that the boy in white was really a mountain god, so he went up to ask him for directions, but the boy in white was angry because the elk in the mountain stole his tribute. He actually vented his anger on this innocent nine-year-old child, and pointed in the direction of the cliff."

When the merchant heard this, he immediately asked, "Isn't that a bad thing for that child?"

"The child fell from the cliff, and when he was found by the hunters in the mountains the next day, he had already been gnawed into bones by wild beasts in the mountains." Duan Wei said coolly, turning his head to look at the boy in white who rushed back to the ruined temple again.

The boy in white knelt down on the ground with a plop, knowing that he couldn't escape, so he begged Duanwei.

"I was unintentional. I didn't expect that he would really die... I thought he would turn around after seeing the cliff. I didn't expect him to be so stupid that he would climb down after seeing the cliff..."

"I really didn't mean it, Xianchang, please forgive me! It's because I have been doing good things for the villagers for so many years."

"Please, don't kill me... I don't mean it."

Duan Wei looked at him coldly, picked up the soft sword, stood up and walked in front of the boy in white.

"Let me go... I have only harmed him. I have done many good things."

"One person is enough." Duan Wei looked down at the boy in white and raised his long sword.

"No...no!" The white-clothed boy desperately shook his head and grabbed the hem of Duanwei's clothes.

Everything was silent in the light of the sword, but as Duanwei's long sword slashed, the splashes were not blood but golden runes.From the long sword, a layer of dazzling golden light enveloped the white-clothed boy, and the voice of the white-clothed boy kept shrinking in the golden light.

The merchant shivered, and subconsciously moved his upper body away from the golden light.

After the golden light dissipated, the merchant leaned forward again, pointed at the white bird lying on the ground and asked Duanwei: "Prince Xian, do you consider this monster dead?"

"Not dead, I just shattered his morality and stopped giving him the chance to hurt others."

"That's it..." The merchant nodded and praised: "The Immortal Elder is really kind."

"Benevolence...hehe, fuck the mercy." Duanwei said something that the merchant couldn't understand, looked at the merchant, and when he saw the merchant's heart, he said slowly: "When are you going to To reincarnate?"

"What?" The expression on the merchant's face froze for a moment.

Duan tilted his head slightly, and said again: "Your body is under the stone tablet outside the temple, it seems that it has been a year or two."

The fire next to the two of them was still glowing and glowing dutifully, the shadow of the fire was shaking, and there was only one person's shadow on the mottled wall.

"My corpse...one or two years...under the stele..."

"I remembered! We escaped here, it was the rebels! They stole my money, and my wife! Then...then they killed me and buried me under the stele."

"So I'm dead... I'm a ghost?"

"Am I a ghost?" The merchant asked Duanwei in fear.

Duan Wei nodded indifferently.

"I'm already dead..." The merchant sat down in a slumped position, and began to sob while covering his face.

Duan Wei looked at his own soft sword, and said ruthlessly: "Since you already know, then choose yourself. Should you go by yourself, or should I help you?"

"Let the old man go by myself... I remembered that my wife died later, and she was hanged on this beam." The merchant pointed to a beam outside the temple with a sad look on his face.

Then he wiped his face, and after finishing his expression, bowed his hands to Duanwei and said: "Thank you for reminding me, otherwise the old man will become a lonely ghost... The old man will go down by himself, and don't bother the fairy. gone."

"Wait a minute." Duan Wei suddenly said at this moment.

The merchant looked at Duanwei suspiciously, Duanwei didn't know why his affection suddenly loosened, and became gentle.She clenched the light water sword tightly in her hand, and said to the merchant: "After you go down, if you can see a beautiful girl holding half a piece of jade. If her name is Jin Niang, you can tell her a word for me. "

"Sir, please tell me."

"I've been waiting for a long time, I'll be here soon." Duanwei said softly, and the half piece of jade hanging on Qingshuijian shook gently.

"The old man must bring it for the elder fairy."

The merchant said seriously, and then it turned into green smoke and dissipated.