mountain ghost...
bright red robe...
This description is hard not to think of the dust of the past.
In addition, Xie Wen just mentioned that he didn't return to the mountain for a long time that time, he just stayed in this col for a while. But when I smell it, it feels a little strange-
Listening to the meaning of the words of these people in the temple, the reason why there are rumors of mountain ghosts in this wild mountain is because the lights on the mountain have been lit more than once, and it seems that people will settle there every few years.
Those... are they all dusty
In the cognition of their relatives and disciples from childhood to adulthood, Chenbuo must go down the mountain alone to release the cage. After releasing one, he will go to the next one. He rarely stays somewhere, let alone always go to a fixed place. place.
If he comes back soon, then the world will be peaceful and there will be no big cages. If you don't return for a long time, it means that the current situation is in chaos, and there are too many suffering people who have died suddenly.
It's as self-evident as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. No one has ever thought about it, and no one has ever had any doubts.
Even when he smelled it, he just stood on the high pine branches every day and glanced towards the end of the mountain road. Or when no one is paying attention, throw a few sticks of wood, and use the half-hearted method to calculate where the person has gone and how long it will take to return to the mountain.
…
Now that I think about it, maybe there's something else they don't know.
"How do you know that the shadow you see is a mountain ghost?" The people in the temple added some dry sticks to the fire, and they were still talking about those words, "It's okay to wear red clothes? Maybe it's someone passing by and resting. Just like us."
"That's the truth." The other person, perhaps timid and not willing to believe the rumors of mountain ghosts, echoed: "It often rains and fogs in this area, and it snows a lot in winter, and it's hard for cars and horses to walk for several days at a time. It is common to be trapped in this mountain. Even if you and I are like you, you can scare someone by walking in that fog and miasma. I guess that's how the rumor of mountain ghosts came from."
The older man let out a "tsk" and waved his hand: "Hey, you guys... A person like me who lives outside all the year round, who can see a figure and call it a mountain ghost? There must be something else!"
"How to say?"
The fog in the mountains is getting thicker and thicker, and there is a damp smell in the air. The fire of the Earth Temple became a little hazy in the fog, like a beating ghost fire.
The man lowered his voice and said, "The day I saw the mountain ghost, when it was almost dawn, it was about the same as now, I heard the ghost cry!"
"real or fake?"
"It's absolutely true! There are a lot of people, young and old, mixed together, that voice, don't mention how scary! It's just a voice, vaguely coming from there-" The shadow of the man slanted on the ground of the Earth Temple He was bent into a twisted streak by the threshold, and pointed his hand towards the depths of the mountain col, "I won't dare to close my eyes again after that."
ghost cry
This reminded me of something...
After all, when he was a child, he had been entangled in the world, and he had heard many ghosts cry together.
He vaguely touched the door, and was about to ask Xie Wen for confirmation. Then I heard the people in the Temple of the Earth speak again—
The mountain was extraordinarily quiet, and the other people in the temple seemed to be fascinated and silent. So there was only the hoarse voice of the old man in the whole mountain: "Not only that, but also—"
"Also, it is said that when mountain ghosts appear, you can't go into the mountains with people." The voice was faint, "Because the road in the mountains will become very strange, I often walk..."
"...you'll find yourself alone."
The moment the voice fell, three human faces stretched out from the door of the Earth Temple, with dull round eyes staring at Wen Shi without blinking.
When he smelled it, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the puppet lines between his fingers were already stretched.
With one hand in front of him, the fierce wind formed a vortex around the line. The other hand grabbed the person beside him, but only caught a cloud of wet mist.
"Thank you for asking?!"
His heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and he turned his face suddenly, and there was nothing around him.
Not only Xie Wen, who stood side by side with him, but also Xia Qiao, who was half hiding behind him, and Zhang Biling, who followed him, disappeared.
As the people in the Temple of the Earth say—
As he walked, he was left alone.
In the corner of the light, the three shadows suddenly elongated!
The three human faces slammed towards Wen Shi, their necks were like white snakes, their mouths reached to the base of their ears, and a hissing sound came out from inside.
Seeing that the three bright red long letters were about to lick his face, his expression became cold when he smelled it, and he pulled back with his hand—
Just listening to the sound of "hum", dozens of puppet lines swept across, whistling through the thick fog and mountain wind, and wrapped around the snake-like neck.
In the next moment, they were in different places and were divided into several families.
The blood mist sprayed out, and the rust smell suddenly spread out.
Those weird heads and necks fell to the ground with a rustling, and in the blink of an eye they turned into black mud and spread rapidly. Devouring the grass and trees in the mountains, he arrived at Wen Shi's feet in an instant.
As expected of Zhang Dai's cage.
Even these things have the shadow of "Hui Gu". It is reminiscent of Zhang Dai wearing the skin of his younger generation, crawling like a spider in the surging black mist.
I was so disgusted when I smelled it that I didn't want to get a drop on it. With a look of disgust, he retreated several meters away from the quagmire.
After getting out of the way for a distance, Wen Shi controlled the puppet line and wanted to stir up the sticky swamp. But I saw that the swamp suddenly slowed down the spread.
It leaned forward like a living creature, then stopped a step away. As if afraid of something...
He stared at the swamp for a while when he smelled it, and suddenly felt a gust of cold wind swept across the back of his neck.
He frowned and turned to look.
Behind him is a deeper mountain col, and there are two lights at the height of the fog, like a pair of eyes, looking down silently and silently.
Immediately afterwards, a long, bleak ghost cry came from the place where the lights were on.
The ghost cry was very vague, mixed with the voices of men, women and children.
The moment I heard it, I felt a tingling pain in my head when I smelled it, piercing my heart. He subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed one side of his temple, clenching his teeth.
But soon he realized that it wasn't real pain, but that the ghost cry was too familiar, reminding him of the sound he had heard because of the world, and his body reacted first.
Why hear his most familiar ghost cry here
Why do those cries have a mournful and cathartic meaning, like before leaving
That kind of change is so subtle that others may not be able to distinguish it, but when you smell it, you can.
Because a long, long time ago, Chen Dao told him that every ray of dust has a voice and is unique. If you listen carefully, you will find that when you get out of the cage, dissolve the dust, and send someone away, those cries and screams that scratch your eardrums at first glance will bring the meaning of liberation, not so scary. Not so unbearable.
When I heard it, I heard those in this ghost cry.
He was stunned for a while, then suddenly strode towards the two lights.
The man said that this col is a bit similar to Songyun Mountain, and it has a lot of spiritual energy. According to the sayings in the old books, this kind of place can either support people or support arrays.
However, there are still some differences between this place and Songyun Mountain. There are green pines in Songyun Mountain, but there are bamboo forests here.
It is the kind of tall bamboo that points directly to the sky. There are mottled patterns on the branches, and it looks like a strange face. The bamboo leaves are dense, and there are almost no gaps under the interlacing, which firmly suffocates the mist in the mountains. under the foliage.
The stereotyped "human face" and the thick fog are simply natural formation spells. With a little use, people can never enter the real depths of the mountains.
But when I smelled it went in.
He didn't know how long he walked, avoided many obstacles and fork in the road, and finally saw a quiet lake and a simple house through the gap of the bamboo.
The sky was already bright by then.
When I heard it, under the faint light of the sky, I saw that the door of the room opened with a "squeak", and a tall figure lowered his head and came out of the room.
He was wearing a snow-white tunic and a bright red burqa draped over his body. The placket was not meticulously concealed, revealing a pale and thin neck with a prominent Adam's apple. He was wearing that half-life half-dead mask, and under the thick fog and night, there was a sense of glamour.
"No dust..."
His lips moved slightly when he smelled it, but his voice was drowned out by the wind. He saw Chen Dao standing in front of the house door, with a sicker aura around him than he is now.
It was the appearance that Chen Dao had never shown in Songyun Mountain, as if he had just experienced something, which consumed his spiritual energy. There is an unconcealed tiredness and laziness, but it is lonely like a mountain of pines and green bamboos.
He rolled up his wide sleeves, revealing a wrist. The blue-purple tendons snaked out from the sleeves and extended from the wrist to the back of the hand. Because of the pale complexion, it was a little strange and a little shocking.
But he didn't seem to see it himself, and only moved his fingers a few times.
Threads of black air escaped from his fingertips and slowly gathered into a thin mist in front of him.
Chen Dao looked at the mist through the mask, and suddenly said a word.
His voice was low and indistinct in the wind. But when he heard it, he knew what he was talking about.
Obviously he should not be able to hear, but he just knew what Chenbu said.
Chen Dao said to the black fog, "I'll send you off for him."
A buzzing sound in my ears...
He heard the most familiar ghost cry again, which was not clear. So that it was difficult to judge at that moment, whether he really heard it, or just suddenly remembered.
In fact, it doesn't matter what kind, when Wen Shi heard the cry, he already understood the scene he saw—
It was the dust that once entangled him day and night. After he was cut again and again, he fell into the Spirit Washing Formation, and was carried over by the dust.
And I don't know what year, what month, what day, when the morning light is faint, Chenbuo dissolves and dissolves for him, and sends those people in Chenyuan away for him.
In fact, after careful calculation, there should be his real family members there.
Back then, the city was slaughtered to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. If those people hadn't pressed and blocked him and buried him at the bottom, he might not have been able to wait for Chen to come.
There should be himself in there.
There is his greed, hatred, and lust, as well as the stubbornness and attachment that he once couldn't express...
He saw that Chen Buo raised his hand and gathered the black mist, and in the next instant, the mist turned into a large piece of blue bird, flapping its wings, flying from between his large sleeves to the luminous sky...
It's like when smelling a little bit of dust left by Shenqiao into a white plum blossom branch.
One of the blue birds was a little special. It landed at the end and couldn’t get around to the dust. It hovered for a long time before flying away. When it left, a green bird feather fell.
Chen Bubu looked at the piece of Toba, and reached out to catch it after a moment of trance.
He leaned against the door, held Toba down for a long time, and drew it into his hand.
In the old books, it was said: The blue bird is the bird of the gods, and the letters convey longings.