no signs of spirituality

One night, the snow flakes were as big as goose feathers, and the muddy road was covered with silver clothes, but the ghosts in front of the singing stage used Tang Woxue, lit lamps and candles, and babbled and sang opera.

The dancers and singers on the stage changed round after round, and the guests off the stage also came and went one after another.

A few dozen meters away from the getai, a girl selling flowers with a flower in her arm, except her shoes, climbed up the fence and sat astride, shaking and watching the bright lights on the stage.

Someone next to her made a snowman, sitting on a chair in the pavilion, with hidden facial features, as if listening to music, looking far away, at first glance it looks lifelike.

"This round has been sung all over." The girl jumped down from the fence and stepped into her flower shoes with her little feet. "This year is no better than last year, and last year is no better than the year before. The song of Hongzhangxiang is far less beautiful than before."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly heard a chuckle from inside the pavilion: "Little girl, how old are you, why do you seem to have heard all the songs?"

The girl was startled, and looked around, but there was no one, only a snowman sitting in the pavilion.

"Just now...you were the one talking just now?" She was surprised and delighted, "I only thought you were a snowman, but I didn't expect you to be a snowman who has become a ghost!"

The snowman smiled and said, "It's me, but I don't know if I have become a ghostly snowman. I wake up from a dream and I am here, but I don't know if I am a human or a snow, a demon or a fairy."

"You are so strange." The girl giggled, "Why do you ask?"

"If I were a human, why would the white snow accumulate on my body and not melt?" The snowman replied, "If I were a demon, why would there be a fairy fate in my heart?"

"What fairy fate?" The girl sat down beside him, "Tell me about it."

"I don't really remember." Xueren said, "I only know that I was a poor and downcast villager, maybe a mortal, maybe a monster, and I would step into the immortal way by chance, but I would end up with a mortal heart and no destiny for the fairy gate, so I returned to the fairyland. This mud is coming down the road. It was a big dream that I woke up after dozens of years. I wanted to give up my life and come to this red tent to listen to an old friend. I was told that the old man had passed away. I don’t believe it. I sit here withered. One night, I heard several rounds of singing and dancing, but I didn't expect to see her in the end."

"Who is your old friend?" the girl asked.

The snowman paused for a while, as if he was in deep thought, and said after a while: "My old friend's name is Liu Yaoyao, have you ever heard of it?"

"Ah!" the girl exclaimed, covering her lips, "it's her! The girl with a waist and waist is famous all over the world, but it's a pity that she died a hundred years ago. My mother said that she is the last wild goose in the world. , this world will never listen to Changfeng Tune again."

"That's true." Snowman smiled wryly, and said in a low voice, "Yiren passed away suddenly, leaving me alone."

"Are you sad?" the girl asked cautiously.

"I don't know." Snowman replied in a daze, "It's only a moment for me to have a pillow, but this world turns around again and again, and all the old friends and acquaintances in the past are gone. Lei Shu, I don’t know what to do.”

"You shouldn't be sad." The girl said, "My mother said that the friends of a girl with a waist and waist are all romantics and chic, and they are not bound by the world of mortals. Even if she dies, they can still drink wine and sing to see her off. "

The snowman laughed: "You're right, I'm confused, how can my waist be willing to listen to other people's complaints."

"You're smiling!" the girl laughed too, "you don't feel sad when you smile. I'll give you a flower to put on your temples to make you look better."

As she spoke, she took out a bright pink flower bud from the bamboo basket, pinned it in the snow on the side of the snowman's face, and chanted a mantra lightly, forcing the petal to bloom, stretching the stamen, and the delicate fragrance on the face, attracting the snowman again. There was a chuckle.

"It's destiny to meet by chance, so I'm not polite anymore," Snowman said, "Thank you, miss."

The girl waved her hand indifferently, carried the flower basket, hummed a melodious tune, and walked away lightly.

The snowman sat there for a long time, until the number of people coming and going gradually decreased, and the singing and dancing on the stage gradually stopped.

The snow accumulated on his body was even thicker, at the moment he couldn't even see his facial features clearly, and when he moved slightly, a lot of snow fell down.

He stretched his body a little, stood up slowly, moved to the wine shop behind the stage, plucked the flowers blooming on his sideburns, handed them to the drinker, and said that he wanted to change a pot of wine, and he could do anything, as long as it could make people intoxicated.

The wine man does not care about flowers, but after wandering between the snowman, flowers, and wine for a while, he inadvertently thought of an old friend, nodded and took the flowers, took out the old vintage wine in the store, scooped up a whole bowl, Bring to a boil.

The snowman said with a smile: "The boss is ironing the post, but I don't know if I drink this hot wine, will it melt?"

"If you melt, I'll cast a spell to freeze you again." The drinker smiled, "Young man, I've never seen you before. Where did you come from? Where are you going?"

The snowman did not hide anything, and told the wine man again what he had just said to the flower girl.

The wine man was stunned for a long time, then suddenly laughed, patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and shouted: "It's good to be back! It's good to be back."

The snowman also laughed: "The old man also knows me?"

"You used to come here to sell wine, but because of the fairy fate, it's hard to stay for a long time." The wine man said, "I wanted to chat with you about wine and listen to good songs together, but I saw you coming and going in a hurry, and I didn't want to stay for a long time." Wherever you go, there is very little time to keep you."

"It's not too late now." The snowman came to the spirit, took the wine cup, the snow melted away due to the heat, revealing a dark nick on the wrist, he raised the wine glass to his lips, but felt that his wrist was sore and weak, unable to do what he wanted , After taking a sip, he put the cup back on the table, and sighed, "I haven't moved for a long time, and I don't have the strength in my body."

The wine man shook his head secretly, and didn't touch his wound, but clinked glasses with him, from the battle between immortals and ghosts a long time ago, to the rule of Lord Bohu a hundred years ago, and then to Bai Luocha, who is now rampant in the mud.

The Snowman smiled and asked: "He is clearly a god, why do you call him Rakshasa?"

"Hey, it doesn't matter if it's a god or not. He killed countless people and became evil, so he is a Rakshasa. Besides..."

"And what?"

"Your fate is over, but his fate is not yet over." The old man sighed, "After the things here are over, he should return to the sky. At that time, he will still be a sharp sword in the heaven. I will muddy the ghosts, but He is the bait under the sword."

"Love can grow after a long time." Snowman asked in a daze, "Will he not waver?"

The old man shook his head violently, but seemed to think of something again, stopped his movements, and said blankly: "Maybe it will?"

The two were silent for a moment, the snowman seemed to think the scene before him was a bit funny, he patted the old man's shoulder lightly, brought the full wine cup to his lips, drank the hot liquid of the wine in one gulp, and said: "I drank it. This wine, the heart is hot, but the body has not warmed up, and even the snow has not melted, it is like a walking corpse, not knowing whether to live or die, so there is no need to be afraid of that white Luocha. I just heard what you said, and I really want to make friends with him .”

The wine man was surprised: "Don't be drunk and crazy, what are you doing with that Rakshasa ghost! The wine is still here, so I won't drink it for you."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to snatch it, but the snowman was barely able to avoid it. Because of his wrist injury, he avoided it in a panic. Half his life was spilled on the table, and he cried out that his heart ached.

The wine man hurriedly stopped, and apologized: "I made a fuss, okay, if I don't fight with you, you don't want to think about that Bai Luocha."

"According to what you said, he has lived in the mud for a hundred years and has not harmed any ghosts. On the contrary, he has frightened the world, so that there has been no chaos in the ghost world since Bo Hugong left." I hate demons, but I am stable and evil. What I do and what I think are so different, I think there must be a period of obsession, maybe I will fall in love with me."

The wine man became anxious: "It's all my fault!"

The snowman was about to ask again, but suddenly he heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, screams and exclamations everywhere, he looked back, and saw big ghosts and little demons on and off the singing stage throwing away their utensils, screaming away, turning around. In an instant, there was no one in the world, and he was the only one who drank with the wine man.

He pondered for a while, then smiled and said: "Isn't this the scene of 'Raksha crossing the street' you mentioned just now? I can see it as soon as I hear it. Fortunately, fortunately!"

The wine man also wanted to close the store and run away, but he saw that the snow-accumulated guest didn't want to move, it was obvious that his friendship had not stopped, and he felt the frost, cold snow and snow blowing on his face, and the evil fairy was close at hand, so he complied immediately. Scalp, lifted a rag in front of the stage, and covered the snowman's exposed right hand.

Bai Luocha's footsteps were approaching, and the snowman looked up, and saw a beautiful fairy walking quickly, wearing a white crane cloak, with snow hair untied, dancing in the wind and snow messily, his face was as white as jade, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows was like blood. The red shackles that condense the grievances of thousands of demons crying and ghosts are like a scar on a bright moon, with a sharp edge still remaining, which is painful to the soul.

He hurriedly turned around and didn't dare to look at it again, the right hand holding the cup trembled again, at this moment he believed that he had a ghost body, seeing the heavenly beings, he feared them like snakes and scorpions.

Xiao Wuyin didn't look down at him, Yingtai Xianjun couldn't let anyone go, he just asked the wine man sitting opposite him in a cold voice: "Have you seen Xie Lingzheng?"

The wine man shivered a bit, and wiped his fingers on his clothes: "If you talk about him in person, maybe you have never seen him before. If there are people with similar stature, one of them has gone to Feilongchuan."

Xiao Wuyin didn't respond, Bai Ying immediately went to Feilongchuan.

Snowman waited until his remaining breath dissipated, then Fang smiled and said, "Your ability to deceive people is really average, so you can only deceive him that gods don't understand commonplaces, and you can't see that you are talking nonsense with your eyes open."

The wine man smiled wryly and didn't answer, his thighs were still trembling.

The snowman said again: "But the evil spirit between his eyebrows is really strong, it makes me breathless, no wonder all the ghosts are so afraid. Just now I wanted to toast him a glass of wine and exchange names with him, but I was too scared to move. My feet were throbbing again, and I couldn't even stand up."

The wine man shook his head: "His name is Xiao Wuyin, now you know."

The snowman raised his lips, and a handful of snow fell on his face, revealing half of his handsome face: "But he doesn't know my name. It's funny to say, but when I think about it, I don't even know my name."

"How could you not know?" The wine man took the cattail leaf fan from the side and slapped it on him, knocking off most of the snow, revealing the young man's slender body, handsome face, and eyes as bright as stars and peach blossoms .

Seeing this familiar face, he was quite excited and joyful, even his voice trembled slightly:

"You are Xie Lingzheng."