On a moonlit night, Short Matsuoka.
Luo Yin was alone, sitting and drinking in the wilderness. A few steps away is a pile of graves, overgrown with weeds, a broken stele falling to the ground, amidst the noise of cicadas, and occasionally the cry of a night owl, it is so desolate that it makes one's heart palpitate.
The drinker didn't care, he raised his head, clasped the wine jar with one hand, the cold wine poured down, fell into his mouth, and splashed on his cheeks and front.
Under the watery moonlight, he was dressed in black clothes, as cold and solemn as iron.
The wine jar was dry, and when it was thrown casually, it landed lightly on the ground a few feet away. He lowered his head, the hair on his forehead drooped, covering his half-closed eyelids, it was indescribably sparse.
I don't know when it started, the insects gradually disappeared, and suddenly a gust of wind blew past.
In this season, the heat recedes a little at night, and there is no chill. However, this gust of wind made people tremble all over.
Luo Yin raised his eyes and saw that after the bright moon was hidden in the clouds, the night scenery in front of him became blurred. There is a strange feeling, as if there are invisible things all around, which makes the hair stand on end.
But he was unmoved, looked around, and a few feet behind him, hung a white paper lantern obliquely, it was left by someone who came here to sacrifice at some time. Staring at it, I almost thought I could see shadows around the faint light, as if unknown creatures were lurking in the night.
Luo Yin snorted lightly, he never believed in the theory of ghosts and gods, but the slightly weird scene in front of him reminded people of the ancient sages' words "shame and evil spirit win honor" for no reason, so he waved his hand casually, the palm wind everywhere, the lantern popped went out.
The surroundings are dim, and there are occasional fireflies flickering slightly, and there are others, the floating ghost fire fluttering with the tombs. There are signs of worship in the new soil, and there are wild tombs that are level with the weeds, and the steles are dilapidated, and the lives of the people buried here have long been obliterated.
A person lives for a lifetime, and the grass and trees fall in autumn. Who can know what is going on behind him
He stretched out his hand to touch the wine jar, but it was empty. Then he remembered that the wine was exhausted. He was about to get up and leave when he heard an exclamation from half a mile away. Already gone.
At the fork leading to the avenue ahead, someone fell down on the ground. It was a woman who could be discerned vaguely. It should be the person who exclaimed just now. She stumbled as if she couldn't distinguish the path under her feet in the dark.
However, Luo Yin suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, staring at it, the woman was silent, it seemed that she had been unknown for a long time, and there seemed to be misty black shadows floating around her.
Before he had time to think about it, his instinct when responding to the enemy made him reach out to hold the sword, but he remembered that when he was drinking earlier, he had already untied the long sword and put it aside, he was in a hurry and forgot to fetch it.
"With your temperament, you may be dueling with someone one day, and you will find that you don't have your sword on you when you go into battle." A loud laugh inadvertently sounded in his mind. Xu Shi just drank too much wine and suddenly felt a splitting headache.
He paused slightly, then took out a short blade from his pocket, and threw it together with the scabbard. The short sword penetrated the black shadow, and then fell straight to the ground, and the fog floating around dissipated in all directions.
Luo Yin walked over to pick up the dagger, and bent down to check the condition of the woman. He was in a hurry, and he walked alone in the rivers and lakes, with no thought of etiquette in his heart, so he immediately stretched out his hand to detect the breath and pulse of the young woman.
He has only a little bit of knowledge in medicine, but he can still tell that the woman's pulse is normal and cut off with common sense, she seems to be frightened and fainted, but after a while, she sees eyelids move slightly, her breathing fluctuates, and she seems to be about to wake up. Come.
At this time, a man's shout came from not far away, as if he was looking for someone, and gradually approached. Luo Yin stood up, and as he stood up, his figure quietly disappeared into the night.
He wandered so far, vaguely heard that the nearby villages were disturbed by spirits and ghosts, he didn't pay attention to it before, but after watching the figure of a man and a woman go away, he turned back to pick up the long sword, but heard a strange ringing , suddenly sounded in the empty wilderness.
In the twilight, mist-like creatures could be seen dimly. Originally, they scattered in all directions, but gathered together again, heading towards the direction from which the bell sounded. At first he only had a sense of strangeness, but now he seemed to be able to see its shape, especially one of the black shadows was the clearest.
Touching the dagger in his bosom, he felt faintly hot, as if he had made some imprint when he passed through the black shadow just now.
Ten miles away, by the bonfire, there was a strangely dressed mage, who was drinking and eating meat, cursing and kicking to the side from time to time. To the naked eye of ordinary people, there is no one else but him, so this scene is a bit weird.
"It was so majestic back then, but it ended up giving me bad things every time. It was useless!" Although it is inevitable to be stupid after losing consciousness, it is far worse than ordinary ghosts and wraiths. When it came to hate, the mage turned the magic weapon in his hand and stared at a place a few feet away, with a smug smile gradually showing on his face.
"No matter what kind of hero you are in front of you, if you become a ghost, why don't you let me be enslaved..."
When Luo Yin arrived, he happened to see this scene. There seemed to be many creatures that he couldn't see clearly floating around, and they were afraid to stay away. They seemed to be controlled by this mage, and the black shadow he had seen before was curled up at the mage's feet. For some reason, it seemed to be branded. The pain in his soul seemed to reach his chest at this moment.
The sorcerer was tossing hard, suddenly he felt someone approaching, raised his head and shouted: "Who is spying here?"
Ten steps away from the bonfire, there was a young man in black standing there with a stern expression. Suddenly, the mage felt that this person was not easy to deal with, so he quietly turned the magic weapon in his hand, trying to mobilize the ghost slaves around him.
There was only a dragon's chant, followed by the crisp sound of broken jade. The sorcerer felt the chill invade his body for a moment, and shivered, at the same time, the magic weapon he was relying on had broken into two pieces, this shock was no small matter, when he let go of his hand, the remaining half of the jade handle fell to the ground.
He couldn't help but took a half step back, with a mixed look of shock, anger and distress on his face, finally suppressed his anger, turned back, and hastily used a smoke escape technique to escape.
"It's a pity, it's a pity, I came a step late, and let this evil person run away."
As soon as the man left, he heard someone rushing towards him. Luo Yin turned his head to look, and saw that it was a wandering Taoist, dressed in rags, when he saw him, he grinned and said with a smile:
"Thanks to this chivalrous man for destroying that man's magic weapon, otherwise it would have been quite difficult for Pindao to deal with him."
As he spoke, he looked around, and said, "There are so many of them... They really did evil. Although he ran away this time, since he has lost the magic weapon, he will be unable to drive ghosts and spirits from now on..."
Seeing what happened here, Luo Yin turned around and left until he was far away and could no longer hear the people behind him chanting. The Taoist priest was still talking endlessly:
"...It's a pity that these ghost servants, although fortunately they didn't make a big mistake by killing anyone, but after all, they are against the law of heaven, and I'm afraid they won't be able to reincarnate."
Luo Yin walked slowly, just in time for the moon to come out through the clouds, and the clear light was like water, sprinkled in the green forest, but the traveler was walking in frost, with a lonely expression, lonely in the world.
"It turns out that there really are spirits after death in this world, why doesn't your soul enter my dream?"
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