Cangzhou monster story

"Madam please don't drive this old slave away."

Li Wenqin, who looked like a teenager, hurried in from outside the courtyard, helped the kneeling old woman up, and said to the room: "Mother, why did you drive the nanny away?"

"Mother Zhao should go back to take care of her life." The eldest lady came out of the house, pointing to the tray in the hand of the maid behind her, "These money is enough for your retirement. If you go far away, you will never come back."

The old woman knelt at the feet of the eldest lady again, and said in tears: "My son is addicted to gambling, the money will become his if you take it out, please see that I have milked the two of the Li family..."

"Shut up!" Da Furen was furious, she raised her hand and threw the silver at the old woman's feet, "Hurry up and get out!"

"Mother!" Li Wenqin was still about to speak for the nanny, but the eldest lady sighed, "Mother Zhao's son has been here many times, and he said that he would pick her up to take care of her." After explaining a few words, it seemed that she suddenly remembered something, " Your uncle sent two horses, saying they are from the Western Regions, bloody horses, do you want to see them."

When Li Wenqin heard it, his eyes lit up, "Really, let me see."

"Okay, okay, it's in the backyard, mother will take you there." He winked at the girl beside him, and then led Li Wenqin to the backyard.

The memories are mixed and the dreams are intertwined.Suddenly, Ling made a sound like thunder.The nothingness dissipates, and the mist recedes.

Li Wenqin took a sip of the wine, "I heard that drinking this wine will give you sweet dreams, let me see what you can dream tonight."

Boss Meng returned to his senses with a smile, looked at Li Wenqin and said, "It must be the three great happy events in life." He poured wine for him after speaking, "Speaking of which, Meng and Young Master Li are also considered to be some kind of fate."

When Li Wenqin heard this, he asked excitedly, "Where do we start?"

"There is an Aunt Zhao in Meng's hometown. I heard that she was the nanny of the Li family in the past."

Li Wenqin was overjoyed and said, "So Boss Meng is from Jingning County?"

"Exactly, it's just that I haven't heard from Mrs. Zhao for a long time. I wonder if she is okay?"

Hearing this, Li Wenqin stretched out his hand a little ashamedly, "Nurse has returned to Wang Chuan's hometown in Jingning."

Boss Meng nodded and changed the subject.The two exchanged cups and cups, and they would only rest late at night.

When Li Wenqin's carriage and horses had gone far away, Boss Meng fell headfirst on the floppy bed and muttered, "This is interesting."

From Cangzhou to Jingning, Boss Lu Meng traveled thousands of miles for four days.It was late at night on the fourth day when we arrived at Wangchuan Village.

Who goes to the small village peacefully in the night, having all sorts of strange dreams.Boss Meng could see the strange colors of those dreams.Sweet dreams are pink, children's dreams are white, labor dreams are green, and bitter dreams are gray.Dreams of various colors are like neon lights, decorating the monotonous night of the small village.

Boss Meng couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's brewed, it must be fine wine."

There is a touch of black air mixed in these colors, as thin as gauze, but as thick as black ink.Boss Meng walked in the direction it came from, further and further away, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard on the edge of the village.

Like a floating cloud, he swept into the courtyard lightly.The tattered door of the room was crooked, and there were several traces of being kicked and smashed on the door. The room was furnished simply, with a bed covered by a coarse curtain, and black dreams continued to spread from it.

Boss Meng stepped forward lightly and stretched out his hand to lift the curtain.The person sleeping on the bed was Aunt Zhao in Li Wenqin's memory that day.It's just that she was wide and fat at that time, and she was full of richness.Right now, it is far from the appearance in Li Wenqin's memory, skinny, and the quilt covering his body is covered with countless patches.In the dream, it seemed that he was not at peace, his brows were tightly frowned, and he continued to babble.

Boss Meng took out the censer, placed it beside the bed, and made a formula with his hands. The censer ignited spontaneously without fire, and green smoke filled the air.Dreaming and recalling are different. Dreaming can only enter and exit when the dreamer is dreaming, but recalling requires him to voluntarily drip blood from his fingertips into the incense burner.

Aunt Zhao's dream has no past and no future.There is only the dark cave, and the sound of ticking water can be heard from time to time, which is very clear in the dead cave.Aunt Zhao curled up in the cave, her body shaking like chaff, "It's not me, it's not me." An echo came from the empty cave, like a ghost sighing softly.

Aunt Zhao became more and more frightened and shrank into a ball, "Let me go, let me go."

The sound of water waves suddenly rose, as if something heavy fell into the water suddenly, making a loud noise.Aunt Zhao let out a shrill cry, as if she heard the sound of some ferocious beast, the dream trembled violently, and it was about to fall apart.

Boss Meng immediately changed his hand gestures, and quickly said a few mantras in his mouth, barely stabilizing the collapsed dream.This dream was so lonely and weird that Boss Meng felt a three-point chill all over his body, so he didn't plan to stay for long, stepped forward and coughed, "Ms. Zhao."

In the dream, Aunt Zhao suddenly heard a voice calling her, she was dazed for a moment, she looked in the direction of Boss Meng, who was dressed in a white robe, with a golden crown on her head, emitting a faint golden light in the dark cave .Aunt Zhao said in a daze, "Who are you?"

"I'm the one who's here to ferry you." Boss Meng said slowly, his voice was low and filled with internal energy, and he penetrated the empty black hole.

"Are you a Bodhisattva?" Mrs. Zhao was taken aback, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "I pay homage to the Bodhisattva, I greet the Bodhisattva."

Boss Meng's face was calm, he didn't feel anything wrong, and said slowly: "You have committed a lot of crimes, and I'm here to rescue you today."

Aunt Zhao kept kowtowing, "I'm guilty, I'm guilty."

"Then don't tell your sins quickly."

If Mrs. Zhao hadn't heard of it, she just kowtowed, "I'm guilty, I'm guilty."

"Quickly tell the crime." Boss Meng interrupted her with a heavier tone.Aunt Zhao prostrated herself on the ground, crying bitterly

Said: "Bodhisattva, it's not me who wants to kill him, it's not me, it's Da Furen, Da Furen!"

"Who did Da Madam ask you to kill?"

"That child, that child. I have been feeding him since he was born. He is two years old. He is so smart that I don't want to kill him." Aunt Zhao's tone was sharp, as if she could finally vent her depression for many years, "Madam can't tolerate him, It's Da Furen who can't tolerate him!"

"Why can't the eldest lady tolerate him?" Boss Meng was persuasive.

"Because the eldest lady has her own child, and she has her own son, she can't tolerate that maid's son."

"You mean that Li Wenqin was born to the eldest lady?"

"Yes, the eldest lady has been infertile for many years but suddenly she has another son. She naturally doesn't want that maid's son to block her son's way." Aunt Zhao said in a panic, as if she was caught in a painful memory middle.

"Where did the child die?"

"He...he...is..." Zhao Auntie recalled dazedly, suddenly as if touched by thunder, she curled up in the shadows in fear, "Don't come to me, no Me, not me!"