The ghost king wants to walk the road of flowers

Yingcheng Mountain Taoist Temple has always been very popular, and there is an endless stream of tourists.If you want to choose a time when there are few people, you have to wait until the sun sets and the Taoist temple is closed.

Jian Liu deliberately chose to come here in the evening, and deliberately dressed airtightly—masks, peaked caps, hoodies, and sunglasses were all equipped, and there were still sharp-eyed tourists who looked at him twice, covered their mouths and shouted: "Jianliu! Jianliu!" His eyes seemed to have the ability to see through walls.

"I heard that he often comes here to climb mountains, so it's true!"

Fortunately, these people are sane, shouting and taking pictures with their mobile phones, but they are measured and will not follow.

In the twilight, the structure of the Taoist temple seems to spread its wings, like a giant white eagle floating on the top of the mountain.The tourists have already left, and only the staff are left to clean up.

Jian Liu didn't have time to greet the acquaintances inside, bypassed the Taoist temple, and walked in from a weedy path behind.A small mud house with a fence slowly appeared behind two rows of trees with loose branches and leaves.

In the small courtyard, an old man with gray and white hair, wearing a faded and tattered Taoist robe, was lying on a rocking chair with a cattail fan in his hand.There is a high stool in front of the chair, and a mini retro TV is placed on the stool, and the wires lead all the way to the back room.

Jian Liu pushed open the fence door and walked in: "Teacher."

Zhong Qiyun, who closed his eyes and hummed an out-of-tune version of "Peach Cherry", opened his wrinkled and drooping eyelids, and the taupe eyes under the eyelids glanced at Jian Liu: "The big star has come to the humble house again."

Jian Liu took off the "defense" on his face that made him angry, and asked Zhong Qiyun: "It's getting dark, why don't you go in and sit inside?"

Zhong Qiyun swayed on the rocking chair, and closed his eyes again: "It is needless to say if you want to ask for warmth. Are you here to play chess with me, or do you have something to look for me? If you come to play chess with me, you can go , I don’t have time to play with you today. If you need anything, just talk to me directly.”

Zhong Qiyun is almost [-] years old now. From a distance, he looks like a pile of skinny old bones, but when he looks up close, he still looks energetic.I don't know what secret recipe I have eaten in the past two years, but I have become more and more energetic.

"That's good." Jian Liu got straight to the point and said the matter directly, "You traveled around when you were young and recorded a lot of unusual things. I remember... probably from 1890 to 1950. Are those materials still there? ?”

"What are you looking for?"

"Check someone."

"I don't mention normal people in my miscellaneous diary, can you find it?"

"That person may have had something to do with a ghost in his previous life." Jian Liu said.

"Then you may have to find out that the sky is dark and the sky is dark. Those miscellaneous notes, remembering ghosts, demons, immortals, gods, mountains, and heaven, I wrote all the weird things in it. Some of them I have seen, and some of them have heard of them. People say that. Those are all the achievements of being a teacher!" Zhong Qiyun took the cattail fan as a brush, as if feeling that the miscellaneous notes he wrote were masterpieces, and he was a little proud when he said, "A few years ago, I I went to the publishing house, if it wasn’t for the publishing house saying that now is a scientific society, you can’t engage in such feudal and superstitious things, as a teacher, you might have become the current Pu Songling.”

"Perhaps you can change the protagonist's species, change the background to a fictional dynasty, change demons and monsters into scientific experiments, robots, add some science fiction elements, delete descriptions below the neck, remove bloody violence, delete and modify love stories of the same gender, all men Please help me, the girls are all sisters. Although I can't be Pu Songling, it still conforms to the core values ​​of socialism, and at the same time catches up with the trend. If the trend is well caught up, it may become the next "summer limited"." Jian Liu seriously Give an opinion.

"Can you just burn my miscellaneous notes?" Zhong Qiyun said.

Jian Liu: "Don't dare."

Zhong Qiyun patted his cattail fan on his chest: "But later, because of some things, I never wrote down miscellaneous notes."

"I asked you before, but you refused to tell me why." Jian Liu asked again immediately, "What is it because of?"

Zhong Qiyun's eyes dimmed: "Because of a ghost with no conscience."

Jian Liu: "How heartless?"

Zhong Qiyun: "Destroy humanity."

Jian Liu: "It's strange that ghosts have human nature."

Zhong Qiyun: "That dead ghost."

Jian Liu: "Huh?"

"He's not human after all, so he can't say, that dead bastard, that dead boy. It's more accurate to call him a dead ghost. This 'dead ghost' is used in a different context from that 'dead ghost', so please be considerate."

"Okay, I understand."

"I still remember that the first time I saw that dead ghost was in the winter of 1908." Zhong Qiyun recalled the past, his eyes, which were not big at first, became narrower and narrower, as thin as cracks in the cracked wall paint .

"Does that ghost have braids?" Jian Liu always asked the irrelevant Fengyue in a serious tone.

"It's almost the Beiyang era, let's leave a braid." Zhong Qiyun said, "He is probably dressed as a knight in the Ming Dynasty."

"..." Jian Liu was silent for a while, "It seems that in that era, the Heaven and Earth Society was still active."

"I still remember, that year, the winter was very cold. I finally bought a bottle of wine on the street. Suddenly, an old landlord ran to the street and said that his house was haunted, the porcelain was smashed, and his wife's face was crooked. , the chicken legs in the kitchen were flying. As soon as I heard it, I knew there was a mischievous and disobedient kid messing around, so I chased after the old landlord's house to see. Sure enough, a boy in black with a snow-white face bent his legs and slanted Lying on the table, propping his head in one hand, and chewing on a chicken leg in the other." Zhong Qiyun opened his eyes, then narrowed them again, "That damn ghost, hmph, he looks very good-looking, but his behavior is too indiscreet. I definitely have to clean him up. Who knew he "greeted" me and ran away. I chased him out, he ate up the chicken legs and threw the bone in my face. He also snatched my wine and drank it in one gulp Clean. Fuck, I have to kill him for being so disrespectful to the old and love the young!" Having said that, Zhong Qiyun felt something was wrong, "No, he is already dead. I can't kill him, even if I can't He also wants to drag him to the underworld, and ask Lord Ghost King to reincarnate him as a pig. Then I chased him, from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, from winter to spring, and I chased him like this for several years, until four Mr. Sun after the next year..."

"Okay, teacher, I can't talk about the following things, you can just talk about the main points." Jian Liu said.

"Anyway, that time, I let him run away, and I was so angry that I didn't eat for months." Zhong Qiyun said, "The second time I saw him was when I was 19... forget it, I won't say the year, Anyway, as a poor old Taoist priest, I also went to the battlefield as a hero and killed many enemies. Then on the third day after the victory, I ran into that dead ghost again. This time, the dead ghost finally dressed up with the times, just dressed It's a bit rustic. I really don't understand why he wears clothes that don't match the season every time. This time I don't want to greet him too much, I want to give him a sneak attack. As a result...you have watched "East and West" In it, is there the part where Tony Leung wants to plot against Jacky Cheung?"

Jian Liu: "You also turned into a sausage mouth in the end?"

Zhong Qiyun recalled the pain in the past, and closed his eyes bitterly: "Anyway, I plotted against him, and in the end he hid them all, and they bounced back on me. This handsome little face of my teacher is also lost. The style of the past. Then I was like... like Wang Lang who was so angry that Zhuge Liang vomited blood, spewing out more than ten centimeters of... saliva."

Jian Liu: "Why do you spit indiscriminately?"

Zhong Qiyun: "I really can't squirt blood. But at that time, I always felt that I had to spray something to relieve my emotions. If I drink saliva to squirt temporarily, time will be wasted. I can only congest the blood with phlegm."

"Okay. Then what?" Jian Liu asked.

"Then the dead ghost ran away, and I never saw him again. Since the second meeting, I kept miscellaneous notes for several years. I always felt that I couldn't write down the vigor of my youth, so I simply abandoned it in 1950. It's a trap." Zhong Qiyun looked at the sun hanging from the mountains in the distance, and the sunset light sprinkled his whole body red, "In this world, the only ghost I can't catch is that dead ghost. I don't know what he looks like." I remember, I just remember that he is very good-looking. But I can feel his breath, if I meet him again, I will definitely recognize him. This hate, I don’t hate it that much. I just don’t know that in my lifetime, Shengxian and heard him A 'sorry', whichever comes first."

Hearing this, Jian Liu seemed to hear a little sadness of the sunset.

"By the way," Zhong Qiyun fumbled in the pocket of his Taoist robe with skinny hands like a rake, and took out a dark yellow old piece of paper, "This is the note that the dead ghost left at the old landlord's house. I always carry it with me." Let it go, let it go now."

"It can be regarded as an antique." Jian Liu took it carefully, and opened the paper, which was extremely fragile to the touch.

The writing on the note was very ugly, very crooked, and very arrogant.

-Lao Tzu Shifang, seeing that your family is rich, but you do not do good deeds and treat your servants harshly, I will give you a big gift, and give you a chicken leg to taste.

Jian Liu stared at this line of words, silently, his eyebrows twitching faintly.

Zhong Qiyun turned to look at him, and suddenly asked out of breath, "Xiaoliu, have you ever moved your heart over the years?"

Jian Liu folded the note in his hand and handed it back to Zhong Qiyun: "I didn't think about it that much."

"You have." Zhong Qiyun looked into his eyes and said, "Maybe there will be soon."

Jian Liu didn't speak, but looked away.

Zhong Qiyun said: "I asked you this question before, and you would say no decisively. Today, you hesitated for [-] seconds."

"People will change, and the time of hesitation will change. There is nothing wrong with it. You used to refuse to wear glasses, saying that it would affect your appearance." He pointed to a pair of black-rimmed glasses that ran out of Zhong Qiyun's pocket, " Isn’t it also a match for a pair now?”

"It used to be the past." Zhong Qiyun said, "It's different now, and now I have a reason to wear glasses."

"What reason?"

"Well..." Zhong Qiyun hesitated whether to tell him or not.

At this time, the small TV on the high stool that had been showing advertisements played a music program, and on the stage, there was a shining girl group.

Zhong Qiyun, who was lazily lying on the rocking chair, suddenly felt as if he had a chicken blood, stood up, put on his glasses, waved his hands and shouted: "Ahhh Blackpink! Blackpink! It's our Blackpink ahhh !!"

Jian Liu was taken aback.A few crows in the forest were frightened and flew around.

"teacher--"

Zhong Qiyun seemed to have regarded Jian Liu as air, and just yelled at the TV: "Sister! Sister! Sister, look at me, sister!"

Jian Liu felt a little tired, pressed the space between her eyebrows, and said, "Teacher, I'll go now."

Zhong Qiyun still ignored him, singing with the girl group with a non-standard accent.

Jian Liu shook his head, pushed open the fence door, and had already stepped outside the fence door.

Zhong Qiyun's sudden and serious voice came from behind him: "My miscellaneous notes are all in my old home in Zhouzhi County. I haven't been back for many years. I don't know if they are still there. You can find them yourself."