After finally avoiding the lingering lovers, Xiaolan finally found a secluded rock and sat down. She looked left and right to make sure no one was there before taking out her mobile phone and dialing: "Hello?"
"Hey, I'm Xiaolan, Zhang Jianfeng, where have you been?"
"Go to Shaolin."
"Where is Xiaoqing? Are you okay?"
"She is in the west wing. She is probably still alive."
"What are you doing? Is Shaolin Temple fun?"
Zhang Jianfeng held his cell phone over there and said dumbfounded: "I'm lying on the bed. Do you want to be a Shaolin disciple? Ask so clearly?" Xiaolan said in a voice that was almost like a mosquito's snort: "No, I have found out clearly. It’s about class.” “Really?” Zhang Jianfeng jumped up from the bed with joy: “Speak quickly!”
At this moment, the voices of a pair of lovers came from the side. The woman said, "Hey, didn't you say that no one can get on the bridge? Why is there an extra loop of rope on the old locust tree?" Xiaolan Just as he was about to talk about the "Mourning Hall Classroom", when he heard this, his whole body was shocked and he shouted out loud: "Ring rope?!" Zhang Jianfeng, who was writing down the legend, was confused when he heard it and said: "What Quan Sheng?" ?”
Before Xiaolan had time to explain, there were already screams and running sounds beside East Lake. In the chaos, someone could be heard saying "island". Xiaolan hurriedly looked back and saw that the moon happened to completely shine out of the clouds again, in the bright sky. Under the moonlight, on the old locust tree in the center of the island, there was a figure swaying gently in the wind. The original white school uniform was now dyed red, as if a bucket of red paint had been poured over the head. Half of his weak tongue rested on his chin, his eyes were bulging and wide open, staring at Xiaolan...
_"Hey! What happened?" Zhang Jianfeng only listened to the screams coming one after another from the microphone. He thought he saw the funeral procession again, so he shouted loudly, but there was no sound on the other end. "Pa", Xiaolan let go of her hand, and the phone fell from mid-air to the grass.
Slowly opening her eyes, Xiaolan found that the surrounding area was white, except that Zhang Jianfeng, who was sitting next to her, was staring at her with a pair of bloodshot eyes. Xiaolan hurriedly sat up with a "yeah" and said: "I... you..." Zhang Jianfeng said: "What are you and me? I heard something was wrong and rushed back on the plane all night. Some people said that you fainted by the East Lake. This is a hospital now. You idiot, you have seen such a terrifying corpse like Wang Xinjun. Is it possible? Are you afraid of a dead person? I thought you saw the funeral, so I didn't sleep all night! Tell me! What's going on in class one?" Zhang Jianfeng felt a little more relaxed after he said this. He just wanted to pinch him with one hand. Kill this guy who asked him to come back in vain.
Xiaolan was at a loss for a while, then suddenly grabbed Zhang Jianfeng's hand and said with tears: "Gu... Gudao Hongyi and the mourning hall classroom are resurrected..." Zhang Jianfeng saw that she had been silent for a while and did not jump out of bed to hit him as usual, and was thinking about it. Did he say it too harshly? Seeing Xiaolan suddenly getting very excited and speaking incoherently, knowing that something had changed, he hurriedly laid her down and said, "Don't be in a hurry. Speak slowly." Xiaolan then told everything that happened. , although the narrative was extremely bland, the plot still sounded thrilling. Zhang Jianfeng gradually believed that it was him who was at the East Lake that day, and he might also faint. He really blamed her wrongly just now.
After Xiaolan finished speaking, she saw that Zhang Jianfeng's face was even paler than hers, and she couldn't help but wonder: "Did I say something wrong?" Xiaolan didn't know that the person who was hanged on the island was a coincidence or not. It happened to be Zhang Jianfeng who wanted to find out. The senior brother who went to visit Wang Hongbin. If what Xiaolan said is true, then the loss of the yellow talisman may have a great relationship with the legend of Gudao Red Clothes. However, according to the subsequent development of the legend, both of them should have been imprisoned by the master. Why were they together in an instant? resurrection? Zhang Jianfeng had so many questions in his mind, but how could he tell these to Xiaolan, who had just woken up from a shock? So he just smiled and said: "It's nothing, I feel quite scary." Xiaolan looked around: "Why can't I see Xiaoqing?" Zhang Jianfeng said: "She is very sleepy, I sent her to sleep. You should also have a good rest. , Don’t think about the red and blue clothes for now, everything in the world can overcome everything, there will always be a way."
Although he said this, Zhang Jianfeng was even more unsure than Xiao Lan. He originally wanted to find out the origin of the soul lantern first, but now an isolated island red man appeared halfway. The clues were so complicated that he didn't know where to start. After returning to the dormitory, he was not sleepy at all and wandered around the room. At this time, Chen Zhongxin knocked on the door and came in: "Zhang Jianfeng, there is an old monk looking for you." "Old monk?" Zhang Jianfeng looked at Chen Zhongxin inexplicably, and at the same time, he quickly searched in his mind for several old monks he knew. Who would come to find those people who are too old to leave the mountain
Chen Zhongxin saw him standing still and said, "Aren't you so poor that you can't even give alms money?" Zhang Jianfeng kicked him over and said with a smile, "Don't talk nonsense! Invite him to come up!"
"Amitabha Buddha", when the visitor saw Zhang Jianfeng, he clasped his hands and proclaimed the Buddha's name. Zhang Jianfeng saw that he was quite old and didn't know his age, so he didn't dare to scream and said with a smile: "Master is..." The old monk smiled and said: "The Holy Ancestor opened the sky and was established in Jiuhua. The name of the old monk is Wu Zhen, the donor. , I am destined." Zhang Jianfeng couldn't help but trembled when he heard this name. He had heard Master tell it many times about the story of Xu Chuanshi, a lay disciple in Jiuhua Mountain who obeyed the Buddhist teachings and became enlightened. Their peers also often talked about this unusual story. A legendary figure who loves to be an abbot and only loves to travel around. I heard that his magic power was extremely powerful, and he killed countless demons along the way. Who would have thought that this master who had never seen the dragon before his tail was standing in front of him alive? Zhang Jianfeng was so excited that he took a step forward, and was about to kneel down and pay homage, but was caught by surprise. Master Zhen was the first to support him.
Master Wu Zhen smiled and said: "You and I are not masters and disciples. Besides, how do ordinary people here know the etiquette of the magic world? It's not like they are worshiping the dead. This big ceremony can be avoided." Zhang Jianfeng stood up and said respectfully: " "Yes, I don't know if the master has anything to ask for help from his disciples, so he came in person..." Master Wu Zhen interrupted impatiently: "Don't be so formal with the old monk, and don't imitate your master's serious behavior. It's really intolerable. I heard that The two great legends here came back to the world together, and I came over to watch the excitement. How about it? Is your old immortal master alive and well?" When he saw the master, Zhang Jianfeng knelt down and said: "The body and bones are fine, but he is weak. Some." He got up again and replied: "I'm afraid not many people know about these two legends now, but the campus is already in chaos. The disciple is at a loss, so I beg the master to give me some advice."
Master Wu Zhen had not seen Gu Xinghan for decades. Hearing his condition and knowing that he still had a knot in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and said: "I don't want to talk to you anymore. Let's just say it. Yesterday I Observing the sky at night and using the compass secretly, I have determined that there is a lot of resentment here. If I am not wrong, there will be another life on the island tonight." Zhang Jianfeng was surprised when he heard this: "Master, please be merciful and lend a helping hand. "Master Wu Zhen said with a smile: "You don't need to flatter me. The reason I came here this time is to invite you to go to the island to see what ghosts are like and how to kill people. If it is worth playing, I will stay, otherwise, no matter you If you say anything nice, I will leave." Seeing the way he kept saying "I", Zhang Jianfeng was really dumbfounded and could only say: "Yes, it all depends on the master's orders."
At 12:30 that night, Master Wu Zhen was outside the boys' dormitory on time. After a few minutes, he saw a figure climbing down from the wall with difficulty. Master Wu Zhen stepped forward and whispered impatiently: "Why are you so skilled?" Bad? Didn't your master teach you Qing Kung? Hurry up, the time is coming!" Zhang Jianfeng rolled his eyes at what he said. When he was about to defend himself, he was pulled away by Master Wu Zhen.
When he arrived at the East Lake, Zhang Jianfeng remembered a very serious problem and asked hurriedly: "How do we get to the island?" Master Wu Zhen glared and said: "Of course we can swim there! Do you think our light power is like that of Bodhidharma?" Are you going to cross the river?" "Swimming?!" Zhang Jianfeng was stunned. Master Wu Zhen had already jumped into the water, and Zhang Jianfeng had no choice but to smile bitterly and follow suit.
The water in winter was bone-chillingly cold. Even though Zhang Jianfeng was well versed in the properties of water, he drank two mouthfuls of water because his hands and feet were numb from the cold. When he struggled to climb up to the island, he saw Master Wu Zhen proudly shaking out a bag of oil and laughing in a low voice: "Fortunately, I brought a change of clothes, otherwise I would have been freezing to death." When Zhang Jianfeng heard this, he really wanted to get together. The stone was thrown at him, and now he could only tremble and recite the inner strength formula silently.
After Master Wu Zhen changed his clothes, he took out another compass. Zhang Jianfeng hurriedly approached and asked: "What is that?" Master Wu Zhen said: "The demon compass is used to indicate where the evil spirit comes from. Maybe it can know the evil spirit. Where is his grave?" The two of them were talking in low voices when the demon compass suddenly reacted. The pointer on it was spinning around, spinning faster and faster. Zhang Jianfeng was about to ask what this meant when he looked up and saw Master Wu Zhen. Looking straight behind him, he hurriedly turned around and looked around. With the faint moonlight, he could see a flash of bright red suddenly drifting between the thick tree trunks deep in the bush. Zhang Jianfeng became energetic and hurriedly observed with Master Wu Zhen.
Suddenly there was a strange sound under the old locust tree. Not long after, something seemed to emerge from the soil. Then, very quickly, a rope broke out of the soil, ran to the branch and automatically tied a knot. Then it began to sway gently and rhythmically. At the same time, a faint groan came from deep in the shadow of the tree: "This year's white snow is more holy than ever, and this year's holiness is more red than ever..." After a while, a bright red ribbon came from Master Wu Zhen and Slowly drifting not far away from Zhang Jianfeng's eyes, the soil under the locust tree moved again, and a dark object slowly rose from the turned soil. Zhang Jianfeng looked left and right and couldn't see clearly. He was about to lean forward when suddenly a pair of white eyes lit up. Zhang Jianfeng suddenly gasped. It turned out that the black object was a human head, and the white dots were the whites of his eyes... The corpse was pulled by the red ribbon and slowly put its head into the rope loop. When the rope loop completely tightened the neck, the red ribbon suddenly went around the top of the corpse and flicked it, and the top of the corpse suddenly surged. A steady stream of blood spread all over the body. Finally, a bright red corpse began to swing leisurely on the branches... Zhang Jianfeng began to feel a little nauseous.
At this time, the red ribbon floated deep into the trees and disappeared as if it had come. The branches covering the body also automatically parted to both sides, so that the bright red body was completely exposed. Master Wu Zhen tugged on Zhang Jianfeng's clothes, and the two of them dived back to the other side of the lake.
After the two climbed ashore, they hid in the woods beside the school road. Screams began to appear near the East Lake, thinking that someone had discovered the body. Master Wu Zhen even brought a third set of clothes, which made Zhang Jianfeng almost faint. After he changed his clothes, the two of them quickly fled from East Lake. After arriving at a safe and private corner, Zhang Jianfeng asked, "Why did you go back without seeing Master Ghost?" Master Wu Zhen said, "That's the red ribbon. It's so big. Who said you didn't see it?" ?" Zhang Jianfeng asked strangely: "But ghosts all have bodies, how come there is only one ribbon?" Master Wu Zhen nodded approvingly and said: "Yes, all ghosts have a body. As for why this exception, find some time You might as well ask about that ribbon." Zhang Jianfeng had been listening respectfully before, but when he heard the next sentence, he immediately couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to ask again: "What's the matter with the master's compass spinning around?" Master Wu Zhen Su Rong He replied: "Didn't you see it? There is an air of resentment floating on this island. It collides with the resentment of the ribbon and rubs violently. My compass will malfunction and I don't know which way to point." Zhang Jianfeng asked hurriedly: "Where did that anger come from?" "Over there in the mourning hall classroom!" Zhang Jianfeng was shocked: "Could it be that... there is a connection between the two legends? Impossible, the legend..." Master Wu Zhen scolded: "The legend is completely feasible Do you believe it? Sometimes it is nonsense and completely inconsistent with the truth. Think of me when I was trying to put an end to an injustice..." At this point, he suddenly shut up. Zhang Jianfeng listened with interest and hurriedly asked: "What is the injustice?" Master Wu Zhen waved his hand and said: "Think for yourself! I have made everything clear. What else do you juniors have to practice? Work hard and don't fail. Your master's reputation, when he was as old as you, was known as the 'No. 1 Disciple of Taoism'!" Zhang Jianfeng had heard of the resounding name of the master, and hurriedly smiled and said: "Yes, how can a disciple compare to the master? So the master is the 'first disciple of Buddhism'?" Master Wu Zhen was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "Okay! Sure enough, he is still a formidable person! Good! Good!" After saying that, he jumped up and walked away. Zhang Jianfeng asked anxiously: "It's such a fun master, why don't you stay?" Master Wu Zhen's voice came from the distance: "It's too troublesome. I don't have that much time to play with you, so you can take care of yourself!"
Zhang Jianfeng was in a daze when a gust of wind blew by and his whole body couldn't help but shiver, so he quickly crawled back to the dormitory and changed into dry clothes. Dongfang was already turning white. He guessed that he couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply sat on the bed and thought carefully about tonight's experience.
"This year's white snow is holier than ever, and this year's holiness is more red than ever." - If he heard correctly, it should be these two sentences. According to the theory of the instant scene, it is not difficult to explain that these were her words before she died, but further logical deductions will raise doubts. These two sentences are obviously talking about a situation of death. If she really committed suicide, the scene of the murder should not be repeated. If she committed the murder first and then committed suicide, she should not only repeat the murder scene. In short, why Dudu missed it? The part where she committed suicide? Is there something hidden in it? Or did she not commit suicide at all
The Lingtang Classroom and Gudao Hongyi respectively belong to two generations of horror legends. There is a certain gap in age groups, and one is in the east and the other is in the west. There should be no connection. Why are the two grievances so hostile but not different? What about open warfare? The mourning hall classroom has a long history, and its grievances are greater than those of Gudao Hongyi, but they are unwilling to fight with Gudao Hongyi. Could it be that they want to join forces with Gudao Hongyi to devour the campus and then divide the territory
Thinking of this, Zhang Jianfeng burst into laughter. He had watched too much "Warring States Strategy" some time ago, and Lian Hezong also thought of the many strategies coming from the ghost world. At this time, he remembered the words of Master Wu Zhen again: "Is the legend credible?" Since the legend cannot be fully believed, there is information left in the mourning hall classroom after all, and the engineer is not an unknown person, so it is easy to investigate; what is difficult is the isolated island. Hongyi’s unofficial stories and the files compiled by those who helped the students in the student union probably confuse right and wrong even more. But - the doubts are almost all concentrated on Gudao Hongyi!
"Have you entered samadhi?" Zhang Jianfeng was startled, and saw a pretty face flashing at the door. Zhang Jianfeng rolled his eyes and said, "Miss Xiaoqing, you can scare people to death if you scare them." Xiaoqing walked in with a smile and said: " They said you were meditating to prepare for immortality, and asked me to use a beauty trick to persuade you to return to the mortal world! - I just went to see Xiaolan, and she looked better. Why don't you go see her?" Zhang Jianfeng said feebly: "Death No, there's no need to go see her every day, she's not a peerless beauty... hmm? Beauty trap?" Zhang Jianfeng suddenly fell silent, and then stared at Xiao Qing's face with a wicked smile. Xiao Qing shuddered and stammered: "You... what do you want to do?"
"I heard that the president of the student union has had a crush on you for half a year, right?" Seeing Zhang Jianfeng ask this question unexpectedly, Xiaoqing suddenly realized, stepped back and said: "Come on! I, Xiaoqing, am a heroine and will never be a hero." Modern Diao Chan!" Zhang Jianfeng chuckled: "So, I will also selflessly expose the fact that so-and-so classmate has a crush on you?" Xiao Qing asked in surprise: "Who is so-and-so?" "You know it yourself. "How do you know?" "Because I'm not a fool." "..."
"What? Xiaoqing came to see me?" Ren Wei was stunned on the spot. He had been secretly in love with Xiaoqing for some time, and most of the campus knew about it. It would not be an exaggeration to call him Minglian. He thought that with his famous name as student union president, he would win her favor, but Xiaoqing didn't even give him a serious look. Why would Xiao Qing take the initiative to look for him now? The person next to him gave him a push: "Chairman, this is such a blessing from heaven. Why don't you go and welcome me in and serve me some tea and water?"
A word reminded Ren Wei, and he hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face like a flower. Xiao Qing was standing in the corridor, gnashing his teeth and cursing secretly: "Damn it Zhang Jianfeng, I will have to take revenge today!" Suddenly he saw Yiwu Dalang coming out with a smile on his face and saying: "Xiao Qing, come in quickly, it's windy in the corridor, be careful I caught a cold. Come on, in the room..." Xiao Qing interrupted: "I want to check the student union files." Ren Wei said blankly: "When are the files?" "All of them."
Xiaoqing was sweating profusely as he flipped through the yellowed files, muttering anxiously: "How could it not be there? It's impossible..." Ren Wei couldn't bear to watch on the side, so he came up and said softly: "What are you looking for? I'll help you." Xiaoqing said without raising her eyes: "Didn't the school hang a girl who was all red before? Why is there no record?" Ren Wei's face changed and he said alertly: " How did you know about this? The school is very secretive about this. Anyone who talks about it publicly will not only be warned, but also..." Xiaoqing got angry and yelled: "Why is there no record!!" Ren Wei was frightened and said tremblingly: " At that time... there was a record in the student union, but for some reason, all of them were forcibly confiscated by the police station."