The bleak light of the knife flashed, and the night seemed to be torn apart, only to hear the screeching of the bone-cutting knife, slamming into the iron coffin. In an instant, the coffin was torn apart, and a colorful mist gushed out from inside, churning like waves and water. Qi'er was stunned, and quickly covered his mouth and nose, saying, "Beware of Immortal Master, this must be the legendary corpse qi!"
The colorful mist overflowed from the coffin, but it did not spread out like ordinary mist, but gathered together and formed a dense cloud. Everyone could hear the whisper, as if there were countless men and women hiding in the eerie colorful fog, mumbling non-stop. Cai Wu took a turn in the air, and seemed to have spotted them. Immediately, it rolled into a tidal wave, rushing in overwhelmingly.
Qi Yin finally saw clearly, it wasn't some fog, it was a large group of demon moths.
"Niang Niang, the demon moth has turned into an essence!" Qi Yin shouted.
Qi Er screamed and fled, Qi Yin grabbed his collar and lay down on his head. The moth swarms flew over the top of the head, and the ears were full of thumping noises. The bone-cutting knife flew back, and Fu Lan held the knife in both hands, making a horizontal slash. The three-foot-long sword light was like a thin moon arc, cutting through the cold night wind and flying straight out. The moth group was smashed by the front, and the shrill hissing came one after another, as if countless people were strangled by the neck. The moth group retreated, Qi Yin quickly drew a flame talisman and threw it out, a moth caught fire, and the entire moth group was immediately implicated, a flame burned in the air, and the broken moth wings flew around like gold foil.
Qi Yin picked up a charred moth corpse, only a corner of its colorful wings remained.
"It's this demon moth again," he said. "It seems that Meng Huaishan and his son were killed by this demon moth. But how can this demon moth talk?"
The black cat lowered his head and sniffed the moth wing, "This is a demon, but the Taoism is not deep, and the intellect is still shallow. Besides, they are locked in the coffin, and there is no other demon to teach them to talk, so they only murmur. All at once."
There are thousands of living creatures in the world, and it is strange to live beyond their original age. For example, if a dog survives for fifteen or sixteen years, it would be strange to live for forty or fifty years. Monsters continue to practice, condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and they can become monsters. When you become a demon, you can give birth to wisdom, become smart, and think like a human being. The sign of intelligence is language. If you can speak, it means that this thing has some brains. It's just that mortals don't distinguish between them, and they are all called monsters.
Over there, Fu Lan put away the knife and said, "Xiao Yin, your neck is crooked."
"No," Qi Yin stroked her neck suspiciously.
Looking across the night, he found that Fu Lan didn't speak to him, this guy was calling "Xiao Yin" at a tree with a crooked neck.
Qi Yin: "..."
Fu Lan held the crooked-neck tree with both hands, and broke it with force, the trunk cracked a gap the size of a bowl. Fu Lan straightened the trunk and said, "That's right." After speaking, he pressed his forehead against the trunk and closed his eyes. Close your eyes, fall asleep.
Next time I can't let him drink, Qi Yin's neck is cold.
Qi Yin went down to the earth pit to look at the coffin. There were dense moth eggs on the walls of the coffin. The water in this coffin is not as much as Meng Huaishan's, and it is half as good. Meng Huaishan's son's body was gone, not even the bones were left. It was presumably eaten up by the monster moth. The black water of the coffin blinked brightly, and there were still many broken moth corpses and blackened wings floating. These moths lay eggs in the coffin, and when they come out, they eat the corpse of Meng Huaishan's son.
The beggars said that Meng Huaishan's son's head was empty, and it was estimated that the monster moth had eaten up his brain.
Qi Yin and Qi'er buried the soil and Yu Jian returned to the city. He gave the beggar a few silver coins, and the beggar went away happily. The cold moon is a group, hanging in the heart of the sky, the night is late, and a long street is deserted. They found an inn to stay, and Fu Lan took off his robes and closed his eyes while leaning on the pillow. The black cat also got into the flannel and rested. Qi Yin turned off the light and put down the silk yarn. The moonlight shone in front of the bed, like autumn frost.
The room was quiet, Qi Yin couldn't sleep, and turned to look at his brother. Looking at Fu Lan in the moonlight, Bai Shengsheng's face, with a slight blush, is very clear and meaningful, like a prince drawn by an ink pen. So beautiful, Qi Yin thought, I really want to kiss him, from the forehead to the feet. Looking at him, Fu Lan suddenly opened his eyes, those big black eyes were fixed on him, and Qi Yin blushed as if he had been seen through.
"Can't sleep?" Qi Yin asked him.
"Because Xiaoyin always looks at me." Fu Lan said.
"I didn't look at you," Qi Yin lied without changing her face, "I just can't sleep."
"Xiao Yin can't lie," Fu Lan whispered, "He's clearly looking at me."
It's bad, this kid got smart after drinking, Qi Yin coughed dryly.
"Xiaoyin is a villain, always lying to me." Fu Lan said dully. He looked unhappy, and his face was overwhelmed by alcohol, and his eyes were hazy, like a puddle of water trapped in fog.
Drunk, like a child, Qi Yin liked it and teased him, "Where did I lie to you?"
Fu Lan's mind turned slowly now, tilted her head to think hard, and broke her fingers to count, "As a child, he tricked me into being my child bride, tricked me into being my bride at the tomb of the gods, and now tricks me again."
"Then what should I do?" Qi Yin held his raised fingers, "I always lie to you, do you hate me?"
"I don't hate it." Fu Lan said in a low voice, "My elder brother will never hate my younger brother."
When he lowered his voice, there was a soft taste, like a light wind and light rain. Qi Yin approached him a little, the smell of the mountains after the rain mixed with the faint smell of alcohol lingered on Qi Yin, as if it was an intoxicating fragrance, Qi Yin lay in the middle, saying no. Out of peace and joy. With my brother, every moment is an infinite joy.
"Brother, you're drunk." Qi Yin covered the back of his hand.
"Yeah." Fu Lan closed her eyes.
"I'll ask you a few questions." Qi Yin said.
"Well." Fu Lan murmured like a dream.
"When we mortals wake up every morning, the big baby will stand up, will you?"
"… "
"We mortals can still blaspheme," Qi Yin continued, "Have you ever blasphemed? Wait, don't you understand what it means to blaspheme? It's just to make yourself feel good, like this," Qi Yin held Fu Lan's hand. The fingers made an ABC gesture, "You understand?"
"… "
"We are brothers, take a bath together and sleep together, what's not good to say?" Qi Yin pushed him, "They say they tell the truth after drinking, brother, don't sleep, answer me quickly. I'm curious about this After a long time, you don't eat or drink, you don't poop, you don't urinate, you're like a fairy, it's so curious."
Fu Lan turned his back without saying a word, and silently pulled the quilt up over his head, ignoring him.
Why is this person like this, Qi Yin shook him a few times, he didn't respond, Qi Yin gave up, crossed Erlang's legs, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the dark top of the bed.
He remembered what Bailu said about the Fulan flowers, which scattered as soon as the wind blew, and flew everywhere like snow. Qi Yin whispered: "Brother, you may really be a flower fairy. If you are a flower fairy, I will be your little bee, surrounded by you every day, buzzing, can you say it?"
His brother fell asleep, and no one answered in the dark. Qi Yin said silently in his heart: "Okay."
Changzhou Mansion was not far from Wutang, Yujian only needed an hour's work, Qi Yin thought about it and went back to Wutang. The sun is not big, it hangs on top of people's heads, and it shines brightly on the bluestone road. The tallow tree has sprouts, and the green leaves are so green that you can pinch water. There is a tortuous water corridor on the edge of the canal, Wu Peng boats pass under the culvert, the salesman drills under the corridor, and the crisp shouts fly straight to the bridge.
Holding the white marble railing, Qi Yin recalled the days when he was chased and beaten while walking behind Yao Xiaoshan. He didn't dare to go back to Yao's house, Yao Xiaoshan was dead, and he didn't know how to tell Mrs. Yao. She is so old, maybe it's good to let her have some thoughts. Qi Yin asked someone to send a bag of silver notes in Yao Xiaoshan's name and left.
They went to Nuwa Temple, set up tablets to enshrine his parents, burned a few incense sticks and paper money, and wished them a safe life and a good birth. The temple of Nuwa is in the mountains in the suburbs. His mother and aunt brought him here in the past. His name "Qi Yin" was obtained by his mother kneeling under the statue of Nuwa and throwing a thousand-character cylinder. The majestic temple, the mottled golden-colored caisson is high above the head, and the statue of Nuwa with low eyebrows stands behind the heavy red silk curtain.
Fu Lan stood under the statue and looked at the god silently. Their eyes met in the void, as if looking at each other.
"Xiao Yin," Fu Lan asked, "Has Afu been here before?"
"Well," Qi Yin put the tablet on the shrine, "Our mother asked for a tablet of longevity and put it there." Qi Yin pointed back, there was a wall of tablets of longevity behind the doorway, and the lights of the candlesticks illuminated it. Overlapping dark red curtains and black lacquered sandalwood plaques.
Fu Lan went there with the black cat, Qi Yin's eyes wandered up and down, looking for the tablet his mother had asked for. His eyes froze suddenly, and fell in the corner of that square inch. A quiet halo fell on the top, and Fulan Baijie's fingertips gently stroked the fine dust, and several names written in gold lacquer came into view.
"Meng Furiang, Meng Fulan, Qi Yin, Meng Yusang."
It turned out that Afu asked for a family tablet to pray for their family.
"Can I take it away?" Fu Lan asked in a low voice.
"Okay." Qi Yin put the longevity position in his arms, "Let's take it away."
When it rained at noon, they stayed in the temple to eat fast food. The iron horse is lingding under the eaves of the raised feet, the mountains stretch in the distance, and Fu Lan stands under the corridor to watch the long rain. Qi Yin hugged the black cat and leaned against the red pillar not far away to see his silent black back.
The sound of the rain was faint, and the black cat talked about the distant past in this boundless rain. The days in Wujiang are long, Afu always goes out to wash clothes during the day, and goes home at sunset in the evening. Twelve-year-old Fu Lan took the dog at home, picked up the cow dung on his back, and went to the hillside to play with the village children. When he was about to go home, the puppy would say goodbye to everyone, say goodbye to Erya from the neighbor's house, see him to Erlang, the eldest son of the village head, and also say goodbye to the big yellow dog of the Li family, and to the younger brother of the Liu family. Said the catching cricket. Every time he passed something, he would say goodbye, "See you tomorrow for the little tree, see you tomorrow for the big stone, see you tomorrow for the little donkey..." When crossing the river, he also shouted to the toad in Hexin crouching on the lotus leaf : "Little Frog, see you tomorrow!"
"I won't see you tomorrow," Frog replied, "Silly cub!"
"The frog has spoken! The frog has spoken!" The dog stumbled after Fu Lan.
"That's a monster, puppy," said the black cat.
They go to the ridge to pick up Afu every day, and the family walks through the ridge back to the cabin together. Later, a young daughter from Li Village next door married to their village and joined the ranks of women wearing clothes. The young woman was beautiful, and she smiled softly when she saw the person, which was very different from the gentleness that Afu pretended to be. When Afu returned home, she waved the fan with her legs crossed, and sighed while holding the mirror: "Since I gave birth to Meng Xishi, why give birth to her, Li Diaochan?"
Fu Lan didn't understand women's competitiveness in appearance, he only knew that Afu wanted to be beautiful. The neighbor Erya told Fulan that rouge can make people beautiful. One day, when Afu went out to work, Fulan took the black cat and puppy to the entrance of the village and walked for a mile. , they sat in the straw pile and entered Wujiang Town, looking for a rouge shop. Fu Lan held up the puppy, let him reach the counter, and picked out a box of rouge. They walked back, and this time they were not so lucky to meet the ox cart. At that time, Fu Lan couldn't wield the sword, so they could only walk back. Facing the bright white sun, the path was lined with green paddy fields, Fu Lan was carrying a puppy on his back, the black cat was at his feet, and the three guys rushed home. Along the way, the puppy took out two urinals, and they walked home before sunset and put the powder box in Afu's hand.
A Fu was surprised where Fu Lan got the money, the copper she gave him was only enough to buy vegetables every day. Fu Lan took off her cap, revealing her ear-length short hair. It turns out that this stupid child, who somehow came up with the idea, sold his hair.
"Parents of body and skin," Afu touched his hair distressedly, "How could you cut your hair?"
Fu Lan opened her big black pupils and said ignorantly, "I have no parents, only Afu."
Afu froze for a moment, covered her mouth, and Shui Yanyan's big eyes were immediately wet. It was the second time that Fu Lan saw Afu cry. He didn't quite understand that he could become beautiful, why did he cry? With tears in her eyes, Afu said, "Master Cat always calls you melon, and the villagers also call you stupid. Hmph, that's not it," she laughed again, her tear-drenched eyes curved into two crescent moons, "Our Lan Cubs , is the smartest and cutest doll in the world."
Later, the southern border was in chaos, and Fu Lan and Hei Mao received the demon summoning order. The evening glow of that day was as red as blood, and the sun hung on the end of the sky as if it was on fire. The demons from the south and the north all rushed to the south, and the group of demons flew across the border in a mighty manner, and dark clouds generally covered half of the sky. Everyone came out to see, leaning on their hoes and smacking their tongues. Fu Lan had to go too, even if the demons didn't like to see him, Nanjiang was his hometown after all, and it was also the hometown of Cat Master.
The black cat sighed deeply and said to Qi Yin, "That day, Afu hugged us and told us over and over again: No matter how far we go, we must go home." The black cat hugged both paws together. , the figure of the man in the eyes is all over the place, like an orphaned bitter bamboo, "This guy, Dummy, seems to be born with a hole in his heart. He doesn't know love or hate, and he doesn't know whether he is happy or angry. When I first met him, I would Son, he can stay silent for a whole month, but the old man thinks he is dumb. If you talk to him, he will not pay attention to you. He treats others as air and himself as air. It was the days of Wujiang, let me He's got a human face."
Qi Yin looked at Fu Lan's back for a while and walked to his side. The rain was pouring on the bluestone floor, he looked at Fu Lan, the man's profile was quiet and quiet, cold and clear, his big black eyes reflected the wind and rain, like the boundless boundless autumn water.
A tear fell down Fu Lan's cheek, Qi Yin was stunned for a moment, and said softly, "Brother, you're crying."
Fu Lan stretched out her hand blankly, and touched the tears on her face that were blown cold by the wind, "Xiao Yin, am I sad?"
"Well," Qi Yin wiped his face and hugged his thin shoulders, "you miss our mother."
"Will we meet my mother again?" Fu Lan asked in a low voice.
His voice was very lonely, like fluttering frost and snow, scattered into the wind.
"Yes," Qi Yin stroked the top of his soft hair, "We can meet in a dream when we are alive, and when we die, we will be reunited in the underworld."