A Yin carried her high heels and limped back to the alley with bare feet.
When Wu Qian was called back by her, she was shocked. The aunt who was bright and beautiful when she was out of the house now has messy hair, her cuffs are wrinkled in circles, the makeup on her face is dizzy, and a small piece of rouge is covered in her mouth. side, looking at him panting.
But it was a loss of love, and torture became this virtue. Wu Qian calmly put the book down and said nothing.
A Yin stroked her hair, but the first sentence was in the tone of Xing Shi's guilt: "I ask you, your Taishan Mansion, is it the grass stage team?"
how you said that? Five money puzzled.
Ayin slumped on the stool, still irritated: "You said before that the government regulations stipulate the birth date and death order, so so many ghosts wandering in the world delay the time of reincarnation, why don't you care?"
Wu Qian was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "Do you know that the Lord of Mount Tai is in charge of the souls of people, as well as the souls of gods and beasts?"
"So what?" A Yin stroked her chest.
Wu Qian said it as plainly as possible: "There is a lot of power."
A Yin rolled his eyes: "Do I want to hear your praise?"
Wu Qian shook his head: "Because of excessive power, in order to balance the three realms, the government membership is more focused on restraining people's death orders, that is to say, mortals cannot be allowed to enter Taishan House in advance. And the ghosts of Taishan House, such as me, Mulan, on the other hand, is reported to Chaos by the lord of the government, and only one hundred years can be sentenced to naturalization and inclusion in the ghost realm."
A Yin was intrigued and put aside the question just now: "Then..."
Wu Qian couldn't bear to hit the light in her eyes, and said very euphemistically: "Mulan has made great achievements in battle."
And he also has antecedents, but he is not used to boasting.
"Oh." A Yin slumped down, raised his chin and motioned for him to continue.
"Therefore, if mortals have all kinds of obsessions or reasons to wander the world and do not enter the Taishan Mansion, the government's control over these wandering souls will be broader."
It turns out that entering Taishan Mansion cannot be advanced, but there is room for delay. A Yin understood: "Strictly in and out."
Her mind was vaguely alive again: "What is the difference between being a ghost and being a human in the world, is it uncomfortable?"
Wu Qian made a cup of tea for her: "Being a ghost is supported by obsession. If the obsession weakens and still doesn't reincarnate, you will gradually lose your five senses, turn into a wandering spirit, and finally dissipate."
Ayin made a "hiss" and shuddered.
"Secondly, after the ghosts who have delayed entering the palace are returned to Mount Tai, they will be convicted by the judge, and they will be reincarnated after being punished."
"Thirdly, when such ghosts are reincarnated, the gods will rewrite their birth, old age, sickness and death on the government records, usually... in a worse way."
Ayin picked up the tea cover: "It's kind of vengeful."
Gods also have lazy bones. If the original rules are disrupted, they will need to write their lives separately. It takes a little extra energy, and naturally they will not be kind.
A Yin stopped for two or three seconds, her face turned pale, so she had a terrible first half of her life. Could it be because she cried by the Naihe Bridge for three days
Wu Qian saw that she had held the tea for a while, but she wanted to drink it but didn't, so he asked her, "It's good, why do you ask this?"
It seems that he wants to become a ghost for Lord Yama, or he wants to stay in the world as a ghost for Lord after his death. I don't know if he understood that.
A Yin then took a sip and said to him, "I have a good friend, the one I mentioned, A Ping. He is a ghost, but he doesn't know it. I'm afraid that he will delay the time of reincarnation and want to ask you to go. Look for it."
He said it was a request, but his words did not appear to be the slightest request. Erlang's legs were crossed, his eyes were lowered, and his mind was very heavy.
Wu Qian answered and said, "I'll go out now."
Wu Qian searched for A Ping for three days, but he never appeared on the street again, and he didn't know if he heard A Yin's words and went to the legendary Taishan Mansion. A Yin was a little annoyed, saying that he shouldn't have called him that sentence, because he has a bad memory, in case he loses himself. Wu Qian comforted her, saying that she would send a letter back to Taishan Mansion to transfer a ghost, and if she traced the bones left in Jinyun Mountain, she would definitely be able to find it.
Only then did A Yin feel relieved. The five money was entrusted by others, and he also left early and returned late, so he worked hard to search the neighborhood.
The sun was shining brightly, and even the top of Nanshan was covered with golden light. Wu Qian took a rest at the foot of the mountain, and usually ordered a cup of tea. After taking a small sip, he felt that it was bland and tasteless, so he put it aside, asked Xiao Er to get a pot of water, and then quietly looked at the rough people sitting around.
Panting from the turbid heat, they put one foot on the bench, and while spitting stars, they grabbed the tea bowl and took a sip.
He remembered the past, when tea was very precious and officials used tea to fight for their wealth. Who would have thought that now they fly into ordinary people's homes, and the tea shop opens to the foot of a remote mountain, and the guests are not limited to porters or nuns.
Tea was still brewed at that time.
There was a commotion at the table next door. He looked back and saw that the FIT had a suspicious look on his face, while the young man bent over with hot water and made a mistake. He looked around, but his eyes didn't stay on Wu Qian for a second.
Wu Qian said loudly: "I called it."
Little Er met his face, blinked twice and made an "oh", put the kettle on top with a smile, and filled it up diligently.
Wu Qian was not too thirsty, so he put the silver dollar on the table and got up and left. Several nuns came up from the mountain and passed him with the aroma of wax plum and saponin.
Wu Qian paused, looked up at the nunnery halfway up the mountain, and walked up.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom, like a gouache painting, and the nunnery with the vermilion wall is hidden in it. Wu Qianxin stepped in, looked at the stone wall carvings of merit, and stood outside the threshold to look at the believers who visited the golden body.
Although Apping didn't know he was a ghost, but out of instinct, he probably wouldn't come to this mountain nunnery, so he just swiped at random and turned his head to leave.
She saw a little nun carrying water in her sight. She was obviously taken aback. The pole slid off her shoulders, and the wooden bucket smashed to the ground, splashing a few drops of water and falling onto her white washed robe.
She looked up at Wu Qian, and the bronze bell outside the nunnery was hit hard, humming - I am Wu Qian.
I was not originally called five coins, I was originally a general.
I came from a clan, and I had an unforgettable face.
Because my appearance was too feminine and dignified, I put on the mask of green face and fangs, and I was brilliant in battle.
After my soul returned to Mount Tai, I was favored by Lingheng, the ruler of Mount Tai, and entered the soul to serve as the commander-in-chief of the army. At that time, my lieutenant was Mulan.
More than a hundred years later, in the Wu Zhou Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, the yin and yang sequences were reversed, and there were monsters and beasts in Luoyang, the god capital. An ordinary ghost, following Lord Futi.
Three hundred years later, I met her again, and she was the embroidered lady in my mouth.
Her dimples have not changed, her timidity has not changed, and when she sees my appearance, she is unabashedly shocked, and she has not changed.
Her parents died, she lived alone in Kaifeng Mansion, and was always bullied by her aunt. I was determined to make up for my mistakes in my past life, so I often helped her with one or two things. She first gave me a pair of shoe soles, and later, she embroidered a pair of mandarin ducks for me.
The story after that is the same as what I and A Yin described. She committed suicide by drinking poison for me, and was sentenced to wear out her love, hatred, hatred and ignorance, and I lost that unforgettable face.
I never heard from her again.
The sun is especially good today, and I saw a girl. She was wearing a gray robe and a nun's hat on her bare head. She was still timid, and she was so frightened that she turned her head around.
Seeing me staring at her in a trance, she came up to me boldly and asked me, "Is the donor asking for a signature?"
"No." I said.
She lowered her head and raised her head again. She wondered if it was a rare man. She was a little nervous in her actions.
"I haven't made a wish, I can't pay it back."
She pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "The prayer tree behind our nunnery is the most effective, if the donor wants to make a prayer, he can ask for a red paper in the ear room, a book of devotion, and then hang it on the tree. already."
I looked at her and said, "Thank you."
She smiled calmly, bowed her head and recited a sentence of Buddha, without the world's fireworks, without the slightest love and hatred.
She turned and put on the pole, passed me through the Moon Gate, and disappeared into the backyard trails.
I did seem to have made a wish that day and hung it on the wishing tree she mentioned.
My wish is very short, it begins with her name, Qian Wuniang.
The signature is: Chang Gong.