Taoist priests are merciless

On the outskirts of the capital, there is a dilapidated temple forty miles to the south. The handwriting on the stone tablet has been mottled and blurred. It is so high that it surrounds the old temple like a moon.

The offering statues in the temple have disappeared, and even the altar table has broken legs and stands unevenly in the corner of the room. The dust on it is enough to pretend to be a thick silk tablecloth.Banners with silk ribbons hang behind the dilapidated wooden door, which can more or less block the sunlight from entering.

The temple is dilapidated, but not messy. All the broken tables and broken porcelain are gathered in the corner of the room. On the contrary, the ground in the hall is spotless, and it is covered with plain soft velvet cushions.

Cen Shen sat on the cushion, and on the low table in front of him was a lyre, with strings made of silk and emblems made of shellfish.

At this moment, Rihui, who squeezed into the temple from the tassels of the banners, painted his brows and eyes with a layer of lazy and prepared for a rainy day, just like the indifference of a fisherman waiting for a mandarin fish to take the bait.

Cen Shen, courtesy name Shengyan, was originally the Star Official of Wenqu of Beidou Tiangong, in charge of Wenyun, in charge of Kejia fame, lived in Tianquan Palace, and had been the flower of Gaoling for thousands of years, but now he was taken by the old man of the Jade Emperor. Relegated to the mortal world, he becomes a ghost and spirit, and must successfully escape the recent catastrophe before he can return to the heaven.

And to avoid the catastrophe, in order to ascend to the heaven or resist the catastrophe and save one's life, both righteous and evil sects attach great importance to cultivation.The orthodox way focuses on refining one's own essence, the sect likes to use natural energy, and the evil school is popular to harvest and seize the essence to refine the soul.

At this moment, Cen Shen has lost his immortal body and turned into a ghost, so he can only resort to adopting the souls of mortals.

Originally, it was easy for him to coax a daughter into a house and make him fascinated by his gentle and elegant appearance.But he has a heart of pity and sympathy, and he is really embarrassed to start with the girl's family.After thinking about it, he turned his mind to the rough-skinned and thick-skinned men in the world.

A few days ago, Cen Shen, relying on the connections accumulated in the fairy world, opened the gate to the underworld, crossed the Wangchuan full of mandala flowers, passed the long queue of Naihe bridge, and descended to the underworld. .

Facing King Yan Luo, he explained the whole story. King Yan Luo saw that this "Flower of the Big Dipper" used to be an immortal king, and the flipping of his palm could determine the fortunes and disgraces of countless people. The level of the soul of a person.However, he still has a good heart and refuses to kill at will. He has to pick some "right" people to be able to speak.

Cen Shen stated two conditions to King Yan Luo: first, a person who is ruthless and ungrateful; second, a person who has a short lifespan.

King Yan Luo smiled, and Dou Da's beard trembled rarely in hundreds of years, and said: "Xing Jun is really picky eater, he is not like this official's hell, if there is no special order from the Jade Emperor, he will not refuse anyone who comes. !"

The judge brought up the book of life and death.Comparing the birthday and age, fate and fortune, like picking melons and jujubes in front of a stall, I carefully selected a niche, and after a rough review of the niche's life records, I said to Cen Shen: "Mr. Xing, there is a man named The niche of "Bai Jinzhi" suits your taste quite well. I remember that a few days ago, black and white impermanence went to Yangjian to search for the soul, and found that there was a scholar staying temporarily in the ruined temple where the soul was. When he fell asleep, Hei Wuchang sneaked into his dream, and found that there was actually a dancing female ghost in the dream. Hei Wuchang came back and told me about it, which left a deep impression on me. I saw his appearance through the yin and yang mirror With a pair of peach blossom eyes and two black eyebrows, he must be a romantic and unlucky person. Otherwise, Xing Jun will go to meet this life? "

As he said that, the judge flicked his sleeves, and the yin and yang mirror appeared in the air, glistening with dark water. Facing the mirror, he smiled suddenly, like a peach blossom blooming, infinite spring.

"In this life, when I go to Beijing to rush for the exam, I will pass by the Lanhuai Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. He was born in an ordinary farm family, and he is not rich. Excluding the transportation expenses, he will definitely stay at the temple. If Xingjun is interested, he will wait there. .”

Cen Shen's heart was a little fluttered by the smile of those peach blossoms. Of course, it was not the turbulence of his heart, but the turbulence of wanting to find out, wanting to find out what kind of heart is under these eyes-whether it is intended. The luck of the peach blossoms is still the focus of the long flowing water in the sparkling spring waves.He thanked Yan Luowang and the judge, and returned to Yangjie from Wangchuan by boat.

On the River of Forgetfulness, the ghost ferryman couldn't help but glanced at Cen Shen, but he didn't dare to look at it openly, he could only glance at it for a moment from the corner of his eye, and then quickly retreated, pretending to be meticulous in holding the pole, seeing that Cen Shen didn't notice anything, and then Take a furtive glance.

Cen Shen saw his every move, but remained calm, watching the mandala flowers on the riverside from the stern of the boat, red like blood, covering the wilderness.He knew that his appearance was very eye-catching, with clear and opaque eyes, thin but not stiff lips, and even a slender body with well-proportioned lines, hidden in a blue robe.People in the world love beauty, not to mention being used to seeing crooked melons, cracked dates, missing arms and broken legs in the nether world. After seeing him, I couldn't take my eyes off me. I wish I could imprint his appearance in my mind and see him again. When crooked melons crack dates, turn them out and wash your eyes.

You are like this, what are ghosts?

According to the judge's suggestion, Cen Shen came to Lanhuai Temple that night. Although he was mentally prepared, he was caught off guard by the damage of the temple.I am used to living in the heavenly palace where the mist is flying. When I first entered this barren mountain and old temple, I felt like I was thrown into a ghost prison.

However, Cen Shen has always had the mentality of "not to be happy with things, not to be sad with oneself". Sigh, with a wave of his long sleeves, he fell from the clouds, without the slightest urge to cry.He flicked the dust on his sleeves, and looked up at the sky—the ink was empty, and the stars were shining brightly. It turns out that looking up at the sky from the ground, you will get such a beautiful view!

The next day when the dawn came, Cen Shen calculated the time correctly, reckoning that Xiaosheng should arrive, so he lazily sat on the cushion, raised his hand and played a piece of "Moshang Sang", the tune was melodious and full of emotion. , There is also a tone of conflicts, which immediately adds some vitality and interest to the dilapidated Buddhist temple.

He played it so fascinated that he even forgot the purpose of this time, his hands interlaced together, interpreting the tune vividly, while playing and singing, his clear and harmonious voice circulated in the temple.

The door opened suddenly, and a "squeak" sounded out the length and charm of the old opera bone's babbling voice, which overwhelmed Cen Shen's melodious singing voice in an instant, and the temple suddenly fell silent.

The sun poured into the room like a waterfall, scrambling to illuminate the outlines of things that were originally hidden in the darkness. Cen Shen, who was sitting in the center, was naturally the first to bear the brunt. The bright sunlight enveloped him in his arms, greedily licking him every inch of clothing.

He covered his face with his sleeves, which at least blocked the invasion of the sun. Although he still had immortal energy to protect his body, he was already in the body of a ghost at this moment, and he could not help repelling the sun, like a patient who is afraid of light.

The scholar stood by the door, staring blankly at the person in front of him who was still holding a pipa and half covering his face, and remained silent for a while.

"Can you close this door? It's sunny today, and the sun is a bit glaring."

Only then did the scholar come to his senses, he hurriedly turned around and closed the door again, and carefully adjusted the flags to drive out the sunshine that had entered the room a moment ago.

Cen Shen slowly lowered his sleeves, the dim environment made his eyes much more comfortable.He raised his eyes and saw a white and clean scholar, wearing a coarse cloth gown, with a flat bundle hanging in his arms, he expected that there were very few bundles in it, but he carried it like a treasure and hung it on his chest For fear of losing it.

The scholar was not afraid of strangers, so he sat down in front of Cen Shen casually. Before the two parties greeted and got to know each other, he grinned at him with a full smile, revealing a row of teeth like peeled almonds. The peach blossom eyes sparkled again, rippling endlessly, and the pitch-black pupils swayed in the waves like small boats.

For the sake of being polite, Cen Shen smiled just right with his lips, not too much, not too little.Seeing the scholar smiling with a peachy face, he sneered inwardly: You are a young boy with a happy smile. If I suck your soul and eat your yuan in the future, I'll see if you can still laugh!

The author has something to say:

I want to be a quiet and beautiful man, not restless, not lazy, and finish writing this article quietly