There is no rain on Jinyun Mountain, and even the wind is strictly guarded. The sun spreads its rays evenly on the mountain, like drying rice, which brings out the few vitality in winter.
Li Shiyi took Song Shijiu's hand and walked up, followed by Aro and Ayin. The mountain trail was still a little muddy, and the fresh soil was stained on the soles of the shoes. Song Nineteen looked down at the road, holding the crescent-colored cheongsam skirt in one hand. On the blue-black wool coat, there was a circle of warm raccoon fur, which was itchy. She scratched her pointed chin softly.
She looked sideways at Li Shiyi again. She was wearing a pink cotton gown with a waist and wide sleeves and a high collar, which made her cold face as translucent as it had been washed. The loose strand was pulled aside and draped over the chest, turning into a full-colored fur. Seeing Song Nineteen looking at her, she raised her right hand wearing black gloves and tightened the dark green cloak.
Song Nineteen was also dissatisfied with this. Li Shiyi's hands were terribly delicate, and this was the first time they had been covered up, so she could only see the faint wrists.
Li Shiyi remembered that the last time she wore gloves was when she visited the Millennium Fierce Tomb in Henan ten years ago. The first night when she flipped through the book, her palms sweated. Can't hold the cigarette stick.
Her hand is her heart, so she can't see the tension.
It was not too long after I came back, but it seemed that I was not entering a mountain, the leaves fell cleanly, the branches were withered and old, like fishermen that had lost water, and the raised knots were pairs of dried-up fish eyes. Looked lifelessly at several young girls in their prime.
Without the eerie sound of the wind, everything withered very straightforwardly.
Fortunately, there has been no "ghost hitting the wall" in the past two months, and there are a few pedestrians sporadically on the mountain road. The hunters who were chopping wood passed by, slammed the basket on their backs, and brought a cold wind sweating with sweat, looked at them a few times, and hurried down the mountain again.
The road was asked by the wandering spirits at the foot of the mountain. Going further inside, the path became narrower and narrower, the fallen leaves were covered with water and covered very tightly, and there was also a pile of scattered paper money on the top, and the flowers were filled with red flowers. some color. The paper money went up the mountain, and a small grave was built on the side at the end. The soil was very new, and I thought it was a new burial.
A Yin glanced at his neck and smiled: "This is a mountain, but it's still spacious."
Disrespectful to heaven and earth and not jealous of ghosts and gods, he has always been so arrogant.
Now snuggling next to King Yama, it even shows the arrogance of the fox and the tiger.
A Luo smiled softly, did not speak, just led her forward. He walked along the stream and went around half of the hill, and the foreheads of several people were sweating. Song Nineteen brushed the sticky fluff around his neck, and when he looked up, he saw a simple fortune-telling stall by the roadside.
The stall was very ordinary in the bleak winter scene, and it was so abrupt. On a half-person-wide wooden table, a blue and white cloth signboard stands upright, with the word "calculation" written in cursive in the center.
Half of the words were dropped, showing some mottled old age. At the back of the booth was a white-bearded old man with drooping eyelids. His cheeks were sunken, but his body was bulging. His neck was hunched on the seat. After playing, he took out his hands and asked with a smile, "Girls, are you fortune-telling?"
His voice was very hoarse, like a broken bellows. He was panting for half a sentence, with the sticking of old phlegm stuck in his throat, as if his fingernails had been scratched on the eardrum twice, and it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to.
Li Shiyi raised his eyes and looked at it twice, then went forward with Song Nineteen's hand, and stopped in front of the stall. The cold fragrance sent the shadow to the table with a short leg, and the old man stopped shaking his knees against the wooden table.
"What is it?" she asked.
The old man's face shrank, like a bunch of wilted flowers, his eyes swept back and forth, and he laughed: "Marriage, numerology, dreaming, choosing auspiciousness."
Because they are girls who have not opened their faces, they put their marriage in the first place.
Li Shiyi stretched out his hand, and with his gloved fingertips turned over a blue-leather booklet on the left, and asked, "How does it count?"
"Bazi, test, tortoise shell, astrology."
Ayin snorted and leaned on the table: "This aspect of divination, my aunt is an expert. Let me ask you, what teacher did you teach and what school did you learn?"
Seeing that Li Shiyi asked casually, she knew there was a reason, so she handed over a message.
"Girl, you are full of spring breeze, you must be happy." The old man squinted and smiled without being annoyed. He shook his head and shook his head, "Patriarch Wang Chan, is it familiar to you?"
"Guiguzi!" A Yin sneered and moved his waist, "Eight out of ten divination masters in the hutongs of Sijiucheng are the great-great-great-great-grandchildren of Guiguzi."
"Where are the remaining two?" Song Nineteen asked.
"The remaining two have a bigger tone and are great-great-disciples and grandchildren."
Arroqu pointed to his lower lip and smiled reservedly. Still smiling, the old gentleman pulled back the blue-pied booklet that Li Shiyi had knocked on, and placed it neatly in the center, without raising his head, "You don't count the girl, that's all."
"I count." Li Shiyi said.
The old man raised his brows and stared at her, blinked his eyelids in thought, and then stuck out his shrunken neck, and said with joy, "Then dare to love, what is a girl?"
Li Shiyi picked up a piece of white paper and turned his eyes to the brush beside him.
The brush was frozen hard, and it was grinning. The old man sneered. He took it and dipped it in his mouth twice, and then dipped it in the future and solidified ink. He handed it back to Li Shiyi, and he didn't care about wiping the corner of his mouth. Ink, just staring at the rice paper with interest: "The birthday is written vertically, starting from here, the layout is better."
Li Shiyi didn't dislike it either. He pursed his lips and smiled. He set up his pen with kindness, and wrote the two words Juanxiu under the eyes of the old man.
"Birthday is unnecessary." She handed the words to the old gentleman.
The gentleman saw it clearly, the smile on his face condensed, and he squinted at Li Shi halfway back, but still laughed: "This is?"
"My name." Li Shi kept getting up.
The old man lifted the paper a little higher, looked at it, and then looked at Li Shiyi, the words "Lingheng" came out on the back of the paper, causing his hands to tremble inexplicably.
Li Shiyi lowered his eyes to listen, but saw that he put the paper on the table, shoved the pen, ink, paper and inkstone into the blue cloth pocket hanging around his neck, wrapped the booklet again, and stood up with his neck shrunk. : "It doesn't count!"
He bowed his back and just turned around, but he saw the soft and weak girl in the long skirt drop the umbrella she was holding, and it was almost blocked in front of him, the shadow covering his nose oppressively. The girl held an umbrella, still with a weeping willow-like figure and a warm voice, and asked him, "Why not?"
After she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist, and the umbrella covered the old man and stepped back. The old man was unsteady and staggered, but a pair of hands clinging to a cigarette stick appeared beside him, and he wrapped the crimson trousers around his waist. Pick it up, grab it with the other hand, and pull it back hard.
The screams like killing pigs rang out in shock, and the scene in the wild countryside became more and more miserable. A Yin and Song Nineteen came back to their senses, and took a look, but what kind of pants were Li Shiyi caught in his hands? The belt was clearly a long, furry, living, trembling tail.
Ayin exclaimed, raising her hand to cover her lips.
A Luo smiled lightly, stepped forward and put his hand behind the ear of the dumbfounded old man, and with a slight dig, he peeled off the fishy face. The monster in front of him said, "Where are you going? Huanhu."
Seeing that the gate of life was being pinched, and hearing this, he knew that struggling was useless, so he put down his hand, revealing a hairy face that was like a monkey but not a monkey, like an ape but not an ape. The facial features are the same as those of other people, much younger and immature than before. The skin under the miscellaneous hair is faintly reddish, and he looks like a shorter young man.
The corners of its mouth grinned upwards, still naturally smiling, but the corners of its eyes drooped down, as if dejected.
It wanted to ask itself where the flaw was revealed, but with a frown, it was in vain to say that there was a fortune-telling stall in this wilderness, and no one could see it.
But he heard Li Shiyi ask: "Chuangsu went through and knew the past, but why did he start a business of inquiring?"
Yun Yun wanted to speak, but the movement of his body caused his tail to hurt, so he bared his teeth and grinned to signal Li Shiyi to let go. Li Shiyi withdrew his strength according to his words, still holding its precious tail, listening to it say: "It is through the past, but not knowing the future, knowing the past but not the consequences, it is a great regret, this is the only way to cultivate. The way of prophecy."
After it finished speaking, seeing Ayin frowning and looking at it strangely, he was very dissatisfied, and raised his voice, shouting: "I am not happy that I have pursuits, ideals, want to improve, want to improve?"
"What kind of madness are you doing?" A Yin was so frightened that he pulled his chin down, paused, and asked him again, "With such an ideal, why didn't you do the business that was just delivered to you?"
Hearing the words, hun hunched down his ears and said, "It's useless."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the lanterns that were blocking him, and pointed them one by one: "Fu Jun, Hades."
It stopped, thinking about the two pairs of fingers that were clasped together just now, and nodded Song Jiujiu Tong Ayin: "Mrs. Fujun, wife of the King of Hell."
"The four great Buddhas are here today, and I haven't counted them at all. Can I still eat this bowl of rice?"
Song Nineteen pursed his cheeks, and said softly, "Everyone has their own fate. You have this unique ability, which is amazing. It is often said that wisdom will hurt, so why should you be proficient in everything?"
It was only then that Huan Huan took a serious look at her, but he felt that his eyes were very familiar, and he couldn't remember it for a while.
There are a lot of facts in its mind, and it still needs to be done if it is to be carefully sorted out.
Song Nineteen said again: "I want to go up the mountain today, and I want to ask you."
It had guessed this, and it was going to use Joe to write a few sentences, but suddenly felt a pain in the tail, and was pinched coldly, so he could only ask: "What's the matter?"
Song Nineteen was silent, and said, "I don't remember who I am, I want to ask you, who I am."
"It's easy." He picked up a handkerchief hat, put it squarely, cleared his throat, and raised his chin at Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi let go of his long tail, and Aro also took away his umbrella, but he saw Huanxuan stretch out his hand towards her, stubborn and stubborn.
Aro understood in a few moments, and returned the dough he was holding. He put it on carefully, stroked it twice, still hunched over like a master in the world, and then slowly walked to the desk, flipped through the blue leather booklet, and took out a small piece of paper. The hard paper, I thought about it before handing it out, turned to Li Shiyi and bowed: "Lord Lingheng."
Li Shiyi frowned and listened to it sincerely: "One day my soul will return to Mount Tai, and I will enter reincarnation. You will arrange for me to be a fortune teller, the most proficient one, will it be possible?"
This little monkey was a little funny with respect and respect, but A Yin couldn't help but let out a "pop", but saw it turned serious: "This is ideal."
"Gu..." When grandma arranged the ideal, you still didn't know which hill you were on.
A Yin glanced at A Luo, and finally held back, only subdued: "Yes yes yes."
Yun Yun's talent was smooth. Seeing Li Shiyi's head beheaded, and knowing that he was listening, he handed out the paper happily, and immersed himself in writing: "A little clue, scattered memories, do you have any wow? Write it on the head, one or two Just a word."
Song Nineteen took the pen over, thought about it, leaned over and wrote the word "nine".
The simple strokes took shape in her breath, and the omissions left by the scorpion also took shape in the profile of Song Nineteen's pursed lips and concentrating. Straighten up.
Seeing that Song Nineteen had finished writing, Huanxuan took it with both hands, looked at it silently for a while, coughed twice, and said, "Come with me."
The group walked up the mountain with the hunchback, and the winding mountain road could not see the end. After walking for about half an hour, the night fell gradually shrouded the quiet surroundings. Fortunately, the top of the mountain had a wide field of vision, and they could see the stretches of mountains below the mountain. The lanterns are like peasant fireworks like clusters of mountain flowers halfway up the mountain.
The lights were reflected in a crescent-shaped water source that was hugged by a crescent moon. Only then did the hunchback stop, walk a few steps back and forth around the small lake, choose the best terrain, and sit down, panting behind him. Song Nineteen stretched out his hand: "Hair."
Song Nineteen stared blankly at Li Eleven, reached out and pulled out a long hair and handed it to it.
I don't know when I took out a thin silver needle, passed the twisted hair through the eye of the needle, stretched it a little, and then buried my head and embroidered along the "nine" character.
After one was embroidered, and the words were still not covered, Huanxuan stretched out his hand again, and Song Nineteen handed another one in a gracious manner. Then the second one, the third one.
She looked at the movements of the hunks flying up and down, and touched her long curly hair in fear. Fortunately, what Li Shiyi asked was "nine".
Everything was quiet, except for the sound of the rustling leaves and the gurgling water, and only the occasional barking of dogs from nearby people had a human-like smell. Song Nineteen sat on the lake with his knees bent, resting his head on his arms and watching Li Shiyi.
Every stitch and thread of the hustle is weaving her past, but she is no longer nervous or panic. She has never been so calm, and she has never been so like a blank sheet of paper. She felt that she had something unshakable, and this determination made her steady and calm. She could look at Li Shiyi in any capacity and through any emotion, as long as she was still by her side.
Then she has nothing to fear.
Song Nineteen twitched his eyelashes and heard Huan Huan say, "It's done!"
She straightened up, her hand stuffed with embroidered paper. Huan Huo said, "Sit cross-legged, hold the embroidered characters in both hands, and close your eyes."
Song Nineteen glanced at Li Shiyi, then closed it as he said.
The characters embroidered with hair gradually warmed up in her hands, scalding her palms hot, the snake was nourished by bone and blood, and woke up from hibernation. Spit out the letter, and then happily rushed towards the limbs and bones.
The light that penetrated through the eyelids was extinguished after struggling twice. Li Shiyi, who was smiling softly in his head, flashed twice and disappeared. The breath and the mountains and nights contained in the auricles were all extinguished. There was no bird chirping, nor Swimming fish does not have any active breath, only endless darkness.
Song Nineteen lowered his head as if he had settled down, A Yin bit his lower lip and clutched his clothes nervously, and A Luo silently held the lantern, not knowing what he was thinking.
On the other hand, Li Shiyi just looked at Song Shijiu, with no expression on his face, except for the vaguely flickering eyes that held her faintly trembling fingertips, and then sank again.
In her eyes, a magnificent and enchanting Epiphyllum blossomed, inheriting the ghosts of the night, the clearness of the lake, the wide opening and closing of the mountains, and the independence of the pavilions left behind in the empty valleys. Song Nineteen's red lips parted slightly, and the hair at the back of his head was pulled and rolled lightly.
Li Shiyi was condensed, but heard a faint sound of "collapse", which rolled away from his ears, and then there was a rapid uproar at the foot of the mountain and the middle of the mountain.
The exclaimed voice was short and hurried, and it rose up and scattered like birds and beasts, as if it was just the presence of a gong and drum in the world. A Yin frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Aro raised his eyes and said softly, "The lights around are all turned off."
Only then did A Yin withdraw from the tense atmosphere and noticed the strangeness around her. At the foot of the mountain, the circuit that lights up half of the sky in the magnificent western-style house was cut off, the red lanterns in the grand old house went out one by one, the kerosene lamp, pressure lamp, gas lamp, and the earthen stove in the mountain have not been extinguished for many years. The sparks, all buried their heads, all surrendered to the most primitive darkness.
And the faint light between Song Nineteen's eyebrows was the only salvation in the dark night.
Seeing that her eyelids jumped abruptly, she hoarse voice and asked her, "What did you see?"
"I saw... candles." Song Nineteen did not open his eyes, hesitating.
Yingying shimmered, wobbly.
Huan Huan laughed: "Candle, that's right."
The hesitation on Song Nineteen's face descended like an ebb tide, her pursed lips slowly let go, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
She heard the hoarse voice of the hoarse say - candlelight, that's right.
"Candle Jiuyin, Master Jiu."