I'm afraid you'll be widowed

The ghost walks forward faintly, appearing and disappearing in the night.

Pei Gong led Jinyiwei's banner officer and Fang Cenxi, and followed them calmly.

The crowd followed all the way, but they were not even noticed by the "impermanence" and little ghosts in front.

It wasn't until about two miles away that the ghost messenger in front finally entered a shrine-like room, and there was a muffled sound of a coffin falling to the ground.

Pei Gongyou waited for less than half an hour, calculating that those pretending to be ghosts inside should have gone far away, then lit a fire and led people into the ancestral hall ahead.

The night was quiet and windy.

The ancestral hall in front of me is not big, there are two people entering the courtyard, but at this time it is already empty.

Pei Gong led the others and was the first to enter the main hall of the temple.

The coffin was parked behind the abutment where the god statue was enshrined in the temple, and the outside was still stained with soil. Obviously, it was lifted out of the tomb by the group of "ghost messengers" just now.

Pei Gong frowned, turned his head and raised the fire——

He really wanted to see that group of pretenders dared to do such immoral things under the eyes of some great god.

But at the moment when the firelight illuminated the statue, Pei Gong couldn't help but subconsciously took a deep breath.

This place is neither dedicated to eminent monks, nor gods and saints. Instead, it enshrines the statues of impermanence and ghosts.

Bai Wuchang has a three-inch tongue and wears the top hat of making money at first sight, while Hei Wuchang has a ferocious face and wears the top hat of peace in the world.

The two statues are at the height of a human being, and they are very similar to the two impermanences I saw in the grave just now.

At the same time, a hand rested quietly on Pei Gong's shoulder.

The corner of Pei Gong's eyes twitched, and he subconsciously clasped the hand on his shoulder, planning to throw him to the ground almost without reacting.

"Third Master, it's me." Fang Cenxi seemed to have noticed Pei Gong's actions, so he hurriedly explained.

Pei Gong was slightly stunned, and then froze in place without any follow-up.

He nodded and stared at his clasped hand, only to realize later that the owner who held his hand seemed to have no malicious intentions.

That hand was even more different from the Pei family's hand holding a knife.This hand is fair and slender, with distinct knuckles. It looks like a hand that often holds a pen, and it looks tight.

At this moment, this hand was only lightly hanging on Pei Gong's shoulder, it was friendly and gentle, obviously there was no intention of plotting or attacking.

Pei Gong glanced sideways, and then saw Fang Cenxi's half-smiling eyes behind him, and felt that those phoenix eyes seemed to be full of ridicule, as if mocking his surprise.

He wasn't afraid, but for some reason now, even a little bit of recklessness in front of Fang Cenxi would make him feel extremely embarrassed.

Pei Gong only felt a little pain in his head.

He immediately let go of his hand, and let Fang Cenxi's hand slowly slide down from his shoulder.

Just now he followed the group of "ghost messengers" to this ancestral hall, he thought that Fang Cenxi, a gentleman who read books, was not as nimble as Lian Jiazi, and would have great difficulty following him.

Unexpectedly, Fang Cenxi was able to do everything with ease all the way, without making any movement, it seems that he is proficient in this kind of thing.

There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of Pei Gong's mouth: "Master Xiao Fang learned how to walk from Bai Langhua? He is always so silent."

"No one can find out. I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

"I'm not a ghost messenger, why is there no movement? I think it's because the third master was engrossed in watching it just now, so he didn't notice it." Fang Cenxi explained casually, and then looked at the ancestral hall in the light of the fire that Pei Gong held up, "What is enshrined in this ancestral hall is black and white impermanence."

"If you think about it, there are not a few people around these villages who believe in impermanent ghost messengers."

"Why do you see that?" Pei Gong couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Why wasn't this ancestral hall built earlier? How can you tell that there are no fewer people who believe in it?"

"Look at the fruits on the altar." Fang Cenxi pointed lightly, "The melons and fruits are still fresh, but the snacks and citrus are already shriveled. Obviously, they were put on the altar earlier than the melons and fruits."

Now that the winter is getting colder, most ordinary villagers have white song, radish and potatoes as spares at most, but melons, fruits and citrus are rare things. so much.

"The jujube cakes are from Daohe Village, the milk sticks are from Yi Liji, and the cakes are from Linhualou."

What's more, things are placed in piles and piles, obviously they should be offerings from many families.

What's more, these two statues of impermanence are brand new, without any dust, and the altar is covered with green bricks, which must be because they are often taken care of.

Fang Cenxi said firmly: "It can be seen that although this ancestral hall is small, the incense is very prosperous."

Pei Gong frowned.

"That's weird." It's reasonable to believe in the impermanence of black and white, but what's the reason for putting the coffin from the grave in this temple?This kind of offering is unheard of, "Aren't you afraid of collision?"

Fang Cenxi thought for a moment, then walked slowly to the coffin.

"This coffin was only buried two days ago, and the wreaths in front of the grave are still new."

Since ancient times, people have been paying attention to burrowing into the ground for safety. It is unnatural to unearth someone who has just been buried.

He asked calmly, "Who is buried in this coffin?"

The flag officer under Pei Gong opened the coffin and looked it over carefully.

"Look at a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl."

"It's been cold for the past few days, and the body is no different from when he just died. His complexion is sallow and emaciated. It looks like he died of illness."

Fang Cenxi glanced two or three times into the coffin, stroked his fingertips a few times, and finally looked at Pei Gong.

"Third Master, we don't know why this coffin is parked in the ancestral hall, it's better not to stay here for a long time."

"Everyone is tossing around in the middle of the night, and it's very cold. It's better to go to the village ahead to find a family, and make plans after tonight."

The ancestral hall is close to the tomb, and there are five villages around it, large and small, all relying on this tomb as the last residence of the dead.

Pei Gong nodded in agreement, and took advantage of the darkness to lead the four banner officers to the nearest Heqiao Village with Fang Cenxi.

They had been waiting in the tomb for a long time, and they stayed in this ancestral hall in a blink of an eye. Now the time has already passed the second watch.

Even if you enter the village on foot, you can only see that the doors and houses of every house are closed, and there are no lights or stars.

Pei Gong looked for a house at the head of the village and knocked hard on the door.

After a long while, a man opened the door cursing, seeing the knife in Pei Gong's hand, suddenly fell silent again, trembling and not daring to move.

Pei Gong looked amused, but still explained: "We are the government servants of the Beijing Central Army Masili."

"The trip was delayed for some reason on the way, and I couldn't enter the city. I would like to ask you to accommodate me for a night."

The head of the household is obviously still afraid of a group of Lian family members, and he is still reluctant to allow Pei Gong and his party to enter the door: "Several military lords, our house is small, and we really can't keep so many of you here."

"Please ask the military men to change to another household and ask again."

Seeing that there seemed to be some clues to this matter, Pei Gong immediately rolled his eyes, and a half-smirk appeared on the corner of his lips.

He clasped his fists together, called "Big Brother" familiarly, and then confided in his heart: "To tell the truth, we are actually fine, it's just that there is a civil servant who is on a business trip with us."

"Then Mr. Lang can't carry it on his shoulders, and he can't help with work at all, but it was sent by our superiors."

As he spoke, he glanced at Fang Cenxi, but it was as if a dragonfly touched water.

Pei Gongyun had a bitter look on his face, and deliberately lowered his voice: "This civil servant tossing us all the way will only slow us down. If it wasn't for him, we would have already returned to the capital."

"Now that he really can't walk, we can only let him go, and we really dare not let him have any good or bad."

"Otherwise, if they go back and carry the pen, and file a few complaints, we brothers and sisters will have to finish playing."

The farmer raised his head, and saw a frail and personable gentleman among a group of people who looked like family members. He looked like a real scholar.

Fang Cenxi, who was standing at the back, didn't look aside at first, but at this moment, he seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly met the farmer's scrutinizing gaze.

He bent his lips to show a chuckle, and then rubbed his forehead with special cooperation and sighed softly.

I saw him staggering two steps and leaning against Pei Gong, coughing sickly and saying: "Master Pei, don't force me, I can still go."

"Brother, if you have difficulties and can't accommodate, didn't you just save the silver ingot that you said you would thank the farmer?"

After saying that, he pointedly pointed at the money bag on Pei Gong's waist.

That line of sight led the farmer to look at the past together.

One singing and one harmonizing, the fake show is really done.

Pei Gong gritted his teeth with a smile, but he couldn't directly veto it.

He was puzzled, he had lowered his voice just now, how could Fang Cenxi know that he was talking bad things behind his back?

Pei Gong could only ask for trouble, and took out the silver ingot and handed it to the farmer: "Brother, please help me."

Although the silver ingot in Pei Gong's hand was small, it was worth five taels.

Enough to make a living for an ordinary peasant family for more than half a year.

The eyes of the man who opened the door suddenly lit up, he opened the door completely, and led the group of people into the yard like welcoming ancestors: "Guy, please come in quickly."

"Today is the fifteenth day, and every household shouldn't open the door. I just saw this gentleman tired. It's really pitiful..."

Fang Cenxi also smiled lightly: "Thank you for your kindness, big brother."

The man turned around and led the group of people into the door neatly.

Fang Cenxi stood up straight in an instant, and he lost even half of his frail look just now, only watching Pei Gong raise his eyebrows provocatively, and smile at the corners of his eyes with triumphant arcs.

Pei Gong curled his lips in embarrassment, but he didn't want to make a fuss, he could only laugh at himself, and followed the farmer into the door.

The small courtyard in the countryside is no better than that in the capital city, the courtyard is full of dust, and there are almost no furnishings around.

Pei Gong used to dislike even the inns in Xianghai County, but now he is naturally frowning even more.

However, after receiving the baptism of the county government prison and family accidents, he has already learned to "forbear".So even though he was disgusted in his heart, he just lowered his head and walked into the courtyard silently.

The group hadn't taken a few steps when a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl suddenly walked out of the room, opened the door and asked, "Father, who is it in the middle of the night..."

After finishing speaking, the little girl raised her eyes and saw Pei Gong and Fang Cenxi who was beside Pei Gong.

Fang Cenxi met this slightly evasive gaze, then bent his eyebrows as usual, and smiled softly at the little girl.

It was not very bright in the yard, but Pei Gong still saw the little girl's face, which seemed to be blushing for a moment.

……

For some reason, Pei Gong felt a sudden emotional ups and downs in his heart.

He was probably a little unhappy.

The author has something to say:

Pei Gou: He actually flirts with flowers in front of me! ! !

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I'm sorry, there's been a lot of things lately, and I suddenly fell asleep last night