Fairy King's Handbook

Things change, stars change, scenes change, but in an instant.Meng Zhen was still a little dazed for a while.Just a moment ago he was still offering incense and bending down, but now he is no longer in the temple.

Meng Zhen's first reaction was that there was something wrong with the incense, but he couldn't smell it.If it is because of the fragrance, many fragrances have the effect of confusing and hallucinating.In this way, the scene in front of you may be an illusion.

Don't get emotional or fumble around in the illusion.Meng Zhen stayed where he was, motionless.But after standing for a long time, his legs felt a little numb.He was simply puzzled. Generally speaking, if you are not moved by anything in the illusion, these illusions will disappear automatically after a while. After all, creating illusions also requires spiritual power, and you can only go out but not in. There is always a time when you can't hold on.

But there was no sound around, and Meng Zhen could even hear his own breathing.He couldn't stand anymore, he moved quietly, and found that there was nothing wrong, then he squatted down/body slowly, and then sat down on the ground.

He rested for a while before he began to observe the surrounding environment. It was dark night before him, he knew it when he first arrived.Looking up into the distance, I saw a bright full moon rising from the treetops, and the Lingling Qinghui sprinkled all over the wilderness and hills.Surrounded by towering trees, covering the sky and the sun, illuminated by the moon, cast a cool shadow.

It was so quiet that no insects or birds could be heard, Meng Zhen sat on the ground for a while, really bored, and began to think of a way to leave.After thinking for a while to no avail, he decided to look around.If someone lured him here, there must be some kind of scheme. Why has nothing happened after so long.

He walked through a forest, crossed a river, looked at the pale mountain in the distance under the moonlight, and planned to climb up to have a look.

It took a lot of effort to get to the foot of the mountain, and Meng Zhen planned to climb up.Suddenly felt some movement under his feet, Meng Zhen hurriedly lowered his head to check, there were mountains, rocks and weeds under his feet, and there was nothing alive.He went on up, staggering as he raised his foot.This time he was right, either he didn't stand still, or something happened.He simply stopped and stood on the spot to observe carefully, but after a long time, there was no sound.Meng Zhen was a little confused, and looked up at his surroundings.

It didn't matter, the surrounding trees were moving at a speed visible to the naked eye, it wasn't that there was no movement, it was the mountain under his feet that was moving, like a huge monster walking forward step by step!

The scene in front of him is really strange and tense. If this mountain is alive and has attack power, Meng Zhen weighed himself. His spiritual power is suppressed. It would be difficult to confront him head-on, not to mention whether there are other unknown objects here. .Meng Zhen hurriedly stopped his feet and stopped going up, but returned along the original road.

As soon as he got back to the foot of the mountain, he felt the moving mountain speed up.The path in the forest twists and turns, and there are rustling sounds in the distance. If you don't listen carefully, there is almost no movement.

Standing under the tree and watching, Meng Zhen suddenly felt something crawling over his feet. The cold touch made goose bumps appear on his agitated arms.Meng Zhen didn't dare to move at all, looked down at the ground, and almost made a sound in surprise.The situation on the ground was creepy, a colorful long snake was slowly crawling across his feet, and then another row of spitting long snakes crawled over, one after another.Not only the backs of his feet, but also the ground around him were swarms of snakes. On such a quiet moonlit night, it seemed as if they were going to a grand party collectively.

Meng Zhen stood there dumbfounded. These snakes were very regular, but they were obviously highly poisonous. If they were disturbed, a few bites would be unavoidable. Although Meng Zhen was not worried about death, the severe pain was certain. There are other strange toxins that he really can't handle.

Standing like this is not a solution. The snakes in the distance are getting denser and denser. Meng Zhen checked the surrounding situation. There is a towering tree next to him. After thinking about it, he began to observe the snakes. They are Waves came, and each wave was led by a beautiful long snake.Meng Zhen waited for the wave of snakes on the instep to crawl past. When the colorful long snake crawled over, he breathed a sigh of relief, quickly lifted his feet, and climbed onto the tree.

The big tree he was hiding in was extraordinarily strong, with luxuriant branches and leaves. He climbed up again, and could almost see the top of the tree. Meng Zhen found a branch and sat down. The view here is wide, and he can see the mountain road and the distant mountains. The situation in the woods.

At this time, the mountain roads are densely populated with various animals, such as common tigers, apes, horses, monkeys... uncommon herons, water chestnuts, catfish, raindrops...all of them are walking in groups on the mountain roads in an orderly manner.

Under the tree, besides the dense group of snakes, there are actually all kinds of strange-looking living creatures walking around, there are walking houses, women with disheveled hair, hideous skeletons, erratic souls, and even pieces of white bones bouncing forward...

In such a deserted night, they do not interfere with each other and move out together, like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Hundred ghosts at night? ! !Meng Zhen reacted immediately.is not that right!It's still the night of the Obon Festival!He finally figured it out. It wasn't the incense in the temple that was the problem, but the monks who told the story.

According to folklore, one hundred candles are lit on the night of the Obon Festival. Several people sit together and tell ghost stories in turn. After telling a story, one candle is blown out. See the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

Naturally, those monks didn't have any plans for him, but the time when he entered was unlucky. When he offered incense, they finished telling the hundredth story.

Meng Zhen was a little speechless, he felt that his luck had never been as bad as it is today.Now it's all right, he's nestling in a tree watching the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts, and he doesn't even have a place to stay.He didn't know where this dark mountain forest was, and he didn't dare to move around indiscriminately. These ghosts looked regular and harmless, that's because no one disturbed them, otherwise, it would be really bad to attack them in groups.

He just half-lyed on the tree branch, thinking idly, why not just stay here for one night, maybe these ghosts should go back at dawn.

Meng Zhen sat until midnight. Occasionally, when the mountain wind blew, the leaves would rustle. In the quiet night, he could still hear the orderly rustling under the tree. He lay on the branch and squinted for a while, feeling really uncomfortable.The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the forest was completely cold, and even the big tree where Meng Zhen was hiding was pale and gloomy under the moonlight.It was really a long night. There were snakes under the tree. After staying in the tree for a long time, his legs were sore. Meng Zhen planned to change to a flatter branch and continue to lie down for a while. It feels cool to the touch and a little hard.Meng Zhen looked down carefully under the moonlight.

what--

Meng Zhen lost his voice in shock, retracted his hands, his legs and feet were numb, and fell from the branch he was leaning on just now. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed another extended branch in mid-air, and barely stabilized his figure.

A tree branch lying in the middle of the night!It turned out to be a piece of white leg bone! !Not to mention how creepy it is!

Meng Zhen felt goosebumps all over his body, wishing he could leave this damn place and go back to take a shower.But at this moment, he couldn't move half a step, there were snakes under the tree, and there were many bones on the tree.He barely stood on this thin branch, holding on to a few leaves for strength.

"Shh - don't make noise, I'll get up and continue telling you stories after I sleep again..."

An old and tired voice came, ringing in my ears like raving.

Meng Zhen forced himself to stabilize his mind, and planted his feet on the branch as if rooted, and the few leaves he picked up in his hand revealed his surprise when he heard the voice suddenly.

After the voice finished speaking, the surroundings became quiet again, and there was no more sound.Meng Zhen stood for a while, carefully inspecting the big tree he was living in.The trunk above the head is almost full of white bones, except for the obvious leg bones and arm bones, there are also some finely divided skulls.Someone had obviously died here for a long time.And the one that made the sound just now should be the tree itself.

Looking at the current situation, combined with what the voice said just now, I woke up and continued to tell the story, the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts on the night of the Obon Festival.Then this tree is most likely a storyteller.

Storyteller was a storyteller during his lifetime, but no one likes to listen to his stories.After he dies, he will turn into a spirit of resentment, arrest people everywhere, and let people listen to it. If the person listens fascinatedly and persists for ten days, the storyteller will let him go.But if he didn't listen, he would strangle the man, hold the corpse in his arms, and tell the story until all he had left was a pile of bones.

These strange stories of ghosts and ghosts were something Meng Zhen saw occasionally when he was idle and bored when he was helping Xuanyin with official duties at Emperor Lintai.He should really be thankful at this moment that the tree is a storyteller and not some other grumpy ghost.But even the nagging point is not something ordinary people can bear. Talking about the endless stories may be very boring.Right now, he can only make do with the tree first, and then find a way to get out.

After standing for a while, Meng Zhen vaguely felt a low voice coming from, blown by the night wind, he couldn't hear it intermittently, at first Meng Zhen thought it was a storyteller's babbling in Lingmeng.But the voice didn't stop, could it be that the storyteller woke up?Ready to start?Telling stories like this in a dream, wouldn't it make people fall asleep?

Meng Zhen had no choice but to listen patiently and put on a show no matter what.But after listening carefully for a while, he felt that the voice seemed to be calling his name.

"..."

And such supernatural powers!Can anyone even know their last name?Meng Zhen was simply puzzled.

"Meng Zhen... Meng... Zhen... are you... there..."

This time I heard it a little more clearly, it was his name being called.It's just that the voice is a little familiar, it doesn't seem to be a storyteller.Meng Zhen was still waiting to listen carefully when he suddenly felt a movement in his waist. He looked down and saw that the storage bag on his waist was moving from time to time, making his waist itch. The sound was still going on, but it seemed to be close at hand. Came out of the storage bag.

Meng Zhen was a little surprised, and quickly took off the storage bag and put it by his ear.

"Meng Zhen! Meng Zhen! Are you there? Can you hear me?"

Now I can hear very clearly, one sound, anxious tone, it is Yan Chongming.

"Yan Tiger, it's me, I'm here!" Meng Zhen hurriedly said to the storage bag.Then he untied the storage bag and rummaged carefully for something that could make a sound. After searching for a long time, he didn't find anything unusual.

"Meng Zhen! Quickly take out that peony flower..." Yan Chongming seemed very happy when he heard the reply.

Meng Zhen searched in the storage bag. In addition to the peony lantern Yan Chongming gave him yesterday, there was also a gardenia given to him by Yan Chongming before throwing away Nan Dai, and a peony flower that Yan Chongming returned to him later.

Meng Zhen took out the peony flower and hung the storage bag back to his waist. The peony was still fresh and tender, blooming as if it had just been plucked. Meng Zhen was holding the peony flower, and heard Yan Chongming's rush again. voice came.

"Meng Zhen, where are you? But what danger are you encountering? Don't worry, I will find you right away..."

Meng Zhen was about to answer, when suddenly the big tree he was living in trembled, and the whole trunk, branches and leaves roared as if stretching, like a person stretching after waking up.

"Okay, let's start telling the story." An old voice sounded, but the previous exhaustion had disappeared, as if full of vitality.

Meng Zhen held the branch to support his body with one hand, held the peony flower with the other and hurriedly put it to his lips, whispering quickly: "Hundred ghosts travel at night!"

The author has something to say:

The story of "Hundred Ghosts at Night" comes from Japanese folklore.

The function of Xiaoyu is not limited to this, it is countless, it can do anything...

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