The seventieth bowl of soup (eight)
Who is the so-called "big ghost" inside, if not her master
It's just very different from usual. On weekdays, the master wears a plain-colored monk robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, which makes people feel good. But the master in front of him is wearing a black robe. The color of the robe is frighteningly black, like ink, and it gets deeper and deeper as it goes down. , because the hem of the robe was too big, so she couldn't see Master's legs and feet clearly, but Qing Huan knew that ghosts don't need to walk by themselves, she looked at Master curiously, she didn't feel that she missed her so much that she wanted to pounce on him to say hello coquettishly, and she didn't think it was so strange that she wanted to shout .
She was just quietly observing.
Master's expression was different from before, it was obvious that he was dead, but how could a dead person be so different from a living person
She blinked her eyes a few times, but countless thoughts flashed through her mind. Finally, she stooped quietly and left, saying to the two golden scale guards: "Follow her, whatever she did, I want to do it too." Know."
Wei Jinling's investigation activities in the study naturally ended in failure, because there was nothing in the study. Wei Changan was always by her side when he was working at home. The study was just a decoration. He would read books here in his spare time. , I really want to say what secrets are hidden in it... If Wei Jinling finds out, Qing Huan would also like to know.
In the end, Wei Jinling took out a few books and saw Qing Huan squatting at the door of the study, blinking her big eyes and staring at him, feeling embarrassed for a moment: "...what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Qing Huan propped her chin, looked Wei Jinling up and down, and made sure that she had never seen this person before, but what happened to Master, could there be something she didn't know? "What book are you reading?"
"It's just a few notebooks." Wei Jinling took it all together. She had searched the entire study room under the guise of looking for books, but in the end she found nothing, so she had to use a few books to make a pretense, and stayed in the commander's mansion every day. There are things to do, she must keep herself from being bored to death. So when she answered Qing Huan, she was confident and confident, without any guilt. "If you want to read it too, I can give you a few copies."
"No need." Qing Huan is not interested in those stories about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies. The scholars in them are all sour, and none of them are as good as her Chang'an. Besides, she is not the lady in the storybook. "See for yourself."
Wei Jinling felt that the girl was strange, so he glanced at her and left. Qing Huan stood up behind her, sharp-eyed and saw a string of familiar beads on the slender wrist exposed from the swing of her sleeve when she was holding the book. "etc!"
"What's the matter?" Wei Jinling frowned, feeling that this weird girl was as annoying as Wei Changan, if she dared to pester her like this again, or if she had any bad ideas about her, she would not be polite.
"Your Buddhist beads are very special, can you show me?" Qing Huan asked with her small face up, her eyes were very clean, as if she just wanted to take a look.
"Oh, this one." Wei Jinling wiped his sleeves, took off the beads and handed them to Qing Huan, "You like it? If you like it, I can give it to you." It's worthless anyway.
Qing Huan froze for a moment: "Give it to me?"
"Yes." Wei Jinling was extremely generous. In fact, she didn't want this broken Buddhist bead for a long time, and she didn't believe in Buddhism. Wearing a Buddhist bead doesn't look good at all, and this bead has been around for many years, so it's not a good thing. , Wearing it on her wrist, she really thinks it's cheap. Because it was given by someone else, she never knew how to make it disappear, and now it's all right. It can be explained that Wei Chang'an's woman wanted it, and in order to maintain her image, she had to reluctantly give up.
She threw the Buddha beads over without hesitation, Qing Huan hurriedly caught them, then Wei Jinling raised his eyebrows and swaggered to leave, but Qing Huan stopped him. She was very puzzled: "What are you doing? What else do you want?" She didn't have anything valuable with her, and she wouldn't give anything.
Wei Changan can't be so stingy, he doesn't even care about his own woman, doesn't buy rouge and gouache, doesn't give away silk, satin, gold and silver jewelry, let her love the string of broken Buddhist beads so much
"This is for you." Qing Huan felt that she couldn't take Wei Jinling's things for nothing, so she handed Wei Jinling a jade pendant around her waist to him.
Hey, this is a good thing, Wei Jinling's eyes lit up immediately, he couldn't believe that the string of broken Buddhist beads could be exchanged for such a treasure, this is really "throwing a brick to attract jade"! She quickly took the jade pendant and put it in her arms, as fast as she was afraid that Qing Huan would go back on her word.
Qing Huan took the beads and went back to the room. Without the glare of the sun, a figure in a black robe gradually appeared in front of her. She was not afraid, so she just watched, until the old nun asked her: "What did Master tell you? Revenge for Master! Look at you, what have you done?!"
Qing Huan stared at the old nun, feeling that the person in front of her was both familiar and unfamiliar, and she dared not recognize it. It was clearly the face and the voice of the master, but it was miraculous that it was like a completely different person.
Living in the Commander's Mansion for so long, Qing Huan has seen many ghosts, she will tell Wei Chang'an what she saw and heard, and then he will tell her what those people were like before. Some are the same during life and after death, while others are the complete opposite.
After death, ghosts cannot restrain their nature to show hypocrisy, that is to say, they are the real masters now.
That gentle and loving master is fake. In fact, since Qing Huan felt that she had become smarter, she missed her master less and less, not to mention the words that master always whispered in her ears.
However, in order to show her respect for the teacher, she still asked humbly: "Master, what does this mean? How can I avenge you?"
"Wei Chang'an! It was Wei Chang'an who killed Wei Shi! Wei Shi raised you up since childhood, don't you want to avenge Wei Shi?!"
Qing Huan blinked and said naturally: "I don't want to."
The old nun almost spurted blood like a ghost: "What did you say?!"
"Chang'an is very kind to me, I don't want to kill him." Qing Huan smiled slightly, taking it for granted. "I am much happier with him than when I was in the nunnery."
When she was in the nunnery, she lived like a puppet, but now she is really alive, with joy, anger, sorrow, joy, everything, she will not be bewitched by the master.
Qing Huan felt that her decision was not wrong. She looked at the old nun and said, "Master looks very different from when he was alive. There must be something I don't know? And that Wei Jinling... do you know him?" Her?" It's just a string of Buddhist beads, how could a woman like Wei Jinling who loves gold and silver treasures wear them honestly, someone must have given them to her, since Master can become such a big ghost after death, he must have done a lot of evil things.
That pervert is already a heinous crime, and he still fears Master, and it is conceivable that Master was not a good person when he was alive.
The old nun didn't expect the young disciple who always listened to her to be so rebellious, she was furious, and couldn't figure out how Wei Changan could change Qing Huan into this in just such a short time. Her face became distorted and ugly due to anger, Qing Huan only felt that the room was suddenly extremely cold, her lips were so cold that it seemed that her lips were covered with a layer of frost, and then Master was about to pounce on him, but unfortunately she was already prepared.
The old nun died at the hands of Wei Chang'an, and she was even more afraid of him after her death. It was because of this that she didn't dare to take revenge. Even though Wei Chang'an is not around now, Qing Huan still feels fear in her bones as his dagger is in Qing Huan's hands. Becoming a ghost is different from a human being. When a human dies, he still has a soul, but when a ghost dies, he is truly dead.
The coldness in the room gradually faded away, Qing Huan grabbed the Buddhist beads that fell on the ground, and put them together with the dagger, the old nun had a fierce look just now, but she wilted in an instant.
It was only now that Qing Huan had a little understanding of Wei Changan's title of "Yan Luo with Jade Face".
When Wei Changan returned home, she first threw herself into his arms happily, and the two were intimate for a while, Wei Changan carried her back to the room, and when she was walking on the road, she lay on his back, rubbing his ears and following him. He said what happened today.
The frightening Commander of the Golden Scale Guard is docile in front of her like a tamed beast, letting her rub his ears, the corners of his eyes and brows are gentle. Hearing that the old nun wanted Qing Huan to kill him, Wei Chang'an laughed: "If you and I didn't have a good time in the nunnery that day, which caused you to go to bed late, then you just happened to catch up with me to kill her." when."
At that time, Qing Huan was not as smart and clever as she is now. She was raised in the nunnery for a long time. Although she was not contaminated with filth, she was also strangled by her shrewdness. Qing Huan, who obeyed the old nun at that time, would definitely kill her He avenged his so-called master.
Coincidentally, she took a bath that day and was seen by him. She overslept because the two were messing around in the bathtub, so she naturally didn't know that the old nun was killed by him.
"It's all predestined." Qing Huan hooked her little feet on his back and smiled, "Master and her old man are planning to lose after all."
The so-called man's calculation can't keep up with the sky's calculation, that's the truth.
"Hmph." Wei Changan sneered, pinching the soft flesh on her buttocks, "She was not a good thing when she was alive."
Wei Chang'an killed a lot of people, but he never killed a good person. Those who died in his hands were all beasts that should be hacked into pieces. It's just that his reputation spread far and wide, and the world only knew that he was ruthless and ruthless, but no one noticed how many unjust, false and wrongly convicted cases were lost during the years he served as a commander, and how many people were wronged. degree.
There is a Buddha who regards killing as compassion.
Qing Huan put her arms around his neck: "I think so too, otherwise she wouldn't look so ugly after death." Not to mention the blood stains all over her body, her face alone was quite different from the kind-hearted and kind-hearted eyes she had in life.
Ghosts are different from humans, and ghosts cannot wear human skin.