Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

"I still don't understand why this has become a demon. But since you left, this tea is not so bitter... I always want to know what you have added to this tea." Yinghuo Xingjun said Picking up the cold tea bowl, "But now, the scarlet jade ring is gone, and even the bitterness melted in this tea has disappeared."

Wang Wei in Jiang Bin's arms whimpered softly, and Jiang Bin was startled to feel that it hurt, and quickly let go of his curled fingers.

Yinghuo Xingjun clearly looked down at the teacup in his hand, but Jiang Bin felt that his gaze was like a dagger gliding over his body, and at some point it was about to pick at his flesh, revealing his white bones.

"Right now, Jiang is just an ordinary person, so why should Mr. Xing be persistent?" Jiang Bin took the teacup from Mr. Yinghuo Xing, "Mr. Xing, my tea will definitely not have the bitterness you said, even if it comes every day. This bowl will only drink until I die."

Yinghuo Xingjun stared blankly at Jiang Bin just leaving him and crossing the threshold, just like that day, he jumped into the reincarnation disk and never looked back at him.He clearly said that he would have the same quilt in life and the same acupuncture point in death, and he was willing to bear the infamy and suffer a thousand cuts to death for his peace and prosperity, but in the end, the unspoken "I will not accompany you" ended in this earth-shattering obsession Entangled.The vowed "never forgive me lightly" is just an excuse to deceive myself and others.It was he who obliterated everything because of his own selfish desires, but now, he is also the one who desperately hopes that the other party will remember the past.

This is karma, this is cause and effect, and this is the demon.

Ying Huo Xingjun flicked his sleeves, and drove the fire phoenix back to the majestic Huode Palace in an instant.

He ignored the servants who knelt down and saluted, and hurried to Fengbochi.When he saw the silver hair scattered in a pool like a spider web, Fang felt relieved.What seven seven and forty-nine days is just a rhetoric to make Jiang Bin give up his obsession. It is not easy to restore the soul, and Wen Qu can still live in the immortal body.

Walking slowly for a few steps, looking at Wen Qu's closed eyes, he couldn't help but recall all the things in the world he saw through the red jade ring.At the beginning, Wen Qu's aloofness caused him to have other thoughts, but who would have expected that it was just this thought, and several mistakes, that would lead to such an entangled ending.

Regret?

Why did he regret it?

It's just that even if he never tastes the heart-wrenching pain in life after life, he will never let others get involved in this withered relationship.

The next day, Hungry Ghost Festival.

The villagers burned and worshiped one after another to comfort the ancestors.Jiang Bin couldn't go back to his hometown, and was the only one wandering aimlessly in the mountains.But even walking in the midday sun, I still feel chilly, as if the coldness came from the soles of my feet, filling my empty heart like a shadow.

Since Yinghuo Xingjun's words yesterday, he has been in a daze all day long. He hates that they all came for his past life. It seems that this life is just a glimpse of the past. Both eyes are looking at him through him. The self he didn't know before.No one cares about the suffering and loneliness he has suffered in this life. This place in the mountains is just a shelter, not his destination.

With such a wry smile, he unknowingly walked into the depths of the forest, until a chill came from his palm, and Jiang Binfang stopped in shock.

Bowing his head, he saw a small pale hand tightly clutching his fingertips.On the small face carved with pink jade, a pair of peach blossom eyes are staring at him intently, the small body is naked and naked, and there is no shadow of a pair of transparent white feet under the head.

Jiang Bin was stunned for a long time before he remembered that today the gate of hell is wide open, and it should be the day when the dead return home or fulfill their wishes, but he doesn't know this little ghost, and for some reason he has entangled him.

"Are you...afraid you have identified the wrong person?"

The kid blinked, then shook his head.

"Then what is your unfulfilled wish?"

The kid tilted his head and thought for a while, but still shook his head.

Jiang Bin asked a few more questions, but the kid just kept shaking his head.

Jiang Bin only felt gusts of sinister wind hovering above his head, and when he looked up, the mottled sunlight had been covered by tangled branches and was impenetrable.This ghostly chill made Jiang Bin's hair stand on end.The kid didn't seem to like this very dark place either, so he couldn't help leaning towards Jiang Bin.

It was this moment of snuggling that made Jiang Bin hold his cold little hand tightly and said: "Follow me back first! When you remember, it's not too late."

The little Taoist priest saw Yinghuo Xingjun last time and lost his three souls to seven souls. It took him half a day to come back to his senses, but Jiang Bin and Yinghuo Xingjun had disappeared. The little Taoist walked back dejectedly while thinking, He became more and more worried about Jiang Bin's situation. If it wasn't for his strange fate, how could even the gods in the sky be alarmed?But that fairy seems to have something to do with Jiang Bin, so he may not be able to protect him well, and he has to be careful not to teach those spirits to get him.

In the next few days, as the Hungry Ghost Festival was approaching, the little Taoist priest was arrested by his master and accompanied him to a rich family to practice rituals. Finally, he was free, and it was half a day after the Hungry Ghost Festival.He rushed to the outside of Jiang Bin's house in a hurry, and heard a sharp dog barking, hurriedly took out the paper figurine, chanted a spell, became bigger and bent down to give him a foothold, and carefully climbed the high wall to look inside, but was shocked. Almost fell off.

There was an imp sitting on Jiang Bin's lap!

The little ghost wore Jiang Bin's much larger straight skirt, and his clothes drooped, making him look like an actor in a play, but the little Taoist couldn't laugh.He thought to himself, Jiang Bin must have been bewitched by this kid and brought him back. Although he didn't know what this kid was up to, he must be kept!

Wangwei, who was tied aside, was still barking with excitement.

The little Taoist thought for a while, and rushed in rashly for fear of breaking the little ghost's insanity and hurting Jiang Bin's soul, so he ran back to the Taoist temple to tinker with a bunch of magic weapons, and then came back and squatted in the corner to wait for the night.

It was getting dark, and flames had been set up in the market to give food to wild ghosts who had no one to worship.If that little ghost is really greedy, it's time to grab the Dharma food at this time.However, the kid just nestled quietly in Jiang Bin's arms, staring intently at his strokes under the lamp.Jiang Bin tugged the collar of the kid's shirt from time to time so that most of his thin shoulders would not be exposed.

Looking back, Wang Wei was finally tired and fell asleep on his stomach.

"Who is your last name? Where is your family name?"

The kid still shook his head.

"Can you write? If you think of something, or have something you want, you can write it to me." Jiang Bin handed over the pen.

After tonight, this little ghost who seems unable to speak should go back, if he can fulfill his wish, it can be regarded as a good deed.

The kid hesitated to take the pen, stared at the spotless white paper for a while, then leaned out suddenly, and wrote the pen in one go.

"Mei?" Jiang Bin was stunned. He didn't expect such a young child to be able to write such an upright running script. He must have been a child of a scholarly family or a family of officials.

"Do you want to see plum blossoms? Unfortunately, there are none now." Jiang Bin combed the little ghost's soft hair with his fingertips, feeling pity in his heart, "If you can stay until after the heavy snow, I will take you to see plum blossoms. On this mountain Although it is deserted, there is no shortage of rare and rare plants, and any plum blossoms you want..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a drop of tear fall on the paper, blurring out the two distinct dots in the word "Mei".It's close at hand, but I can't see it in the end, only tearful eyes.

Jiang Bin suddenly felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't know why: "What did you think of?"

The kid didn't shake his head this time, but turned around and hugged Jiang Bin's neck so tightly that he had to lower his head to touch his face.

The kid's face is not as cold as his hands, but it has no warmth.

But his tears were hot, flowing down Jiang Bin's cheeks, burning a mortal heart soaked in loneliness.

Suddenly, he understood why he brought this little ghost of unknown origin back to the house.The same is abandoned in this world alone, with no one to rely on, no worries, no worries, so to speak, the state of being pure and ascetic, but only oneself understands that the passing years in the mountains have worn away a heart. The dying person is getting old, suffering from numb pain day after day, but he doesn't know what it means.

Until a cold little hand took his hand, his heart, his revived thoughts.

That night, Jiang Bin slept with the little ghost in his arms. He secretly swore that if the little ghost was still there when he woke up the next day, he would love him as his own heir and take root in this world where there were no worries, and accompany him day and night. .

But what Jiang Bin didn't know was that the little Taoist priest was opening an altar outside the wall to worship the gods.He has already decided to drive this little ghost back to the gate of hell early, so as to get rid of this ghost's obsession.

Looking up at the moonlight, I chose a high ground where I could see the yard, but the stick of incense I took out couldn't be lit no matter what.

The little Taoist became anxious, lowered his voice and said: "Where is the monster preventing me from opening the altar, why don't you show up quickly?"

The sounds of insects around fell silent in an instant, and a man dressed in moonlight and stars landed in front of the little Taoist priest: "I am the master of Kaiyang Palace, Wuqu Xingjun, Taoist priest, what an offense."

The little Taoist stared blankly at that face, and the incense in his hand fell into the grass without making a sound.

"The little ghost and the scholar are both old friends of you and me, and please ask the Taoist priest to raise your hand high." The square face lingering in the fairy air came up to him, and with a flip of his palm, he shrunk the little Taoist priest down to the size of a fist and hid it in his sleeve .

That Wuqu Xingjun looked back, smiled slightly, and flew up.

When Jiang Bin woke up, he felt cold and thought he was holding a lump, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of clear eyes.The kid woke up early and was looking at Jiang Bin intently. His long eyelashes swept across Jiang Bin's face from time to time, but he didn't breathe.

"Why haven't you gone back yet?" The voice was hoarse when he woke up, "Aren't you afraid that I am Song Dingbo and sold you?"

The little ghost didn't speak, but buried his head in Jiang Bin's arms and hugged his waist tightly.It's a pity that the hand is not long enough, and it can barely wrap around half of it.

Jiang Bin held the little hand tightly around his waist: "That's all! If you want to follow, just follow! But in the future, you must have a name, I will call you 'Zitong', who do you want to call me?" ?”

Hearing the words, the little ghost raised his eyes to look at Jiang Bin, and called softly:

"uncle."