The mountain breeze blew through the window in the middle of the night.
Although it has already entered summer, it is still a bit chilly in the mountains at night. Lin Jue only wore a cloth and felt a bit cold when the wind blew.
He couldn't help but curl up.
At this moment, in a daze, he heard voices under the floor.
"Huh? Who swept away the dust and cobwebs downstairs?"
"It must be a monk from the temple. Who else could it be? It seems they have invited someone to stay in the attic tonight, so they must clean it up."
“It became a lot cleaner all of a sudden.”
"That's right. It's rare for these monks to be diligent. They were so dirty before that I didn't even want to go downstairs."
"The guest must be asleep, right?"
"That's right? Brother Su, don't wake him up."
"I want to see what this person looks like."
"Brother Su, you..."
It was two different voices coming from downstairs.
Lin Jue was still dazed at first, thinking it was a dream, but suddenly he realized what he was doing and woke up immediately.
Why is there anyone talking in the middle of the night?
Is it a human or a ghost?
Doesn't sound like a monk in a temple.
Lin Jue did not move rashly and pricked up his ears.
The attic had aged and lacked maintenance, and the wooden ladder had long since decayed, making it shaky and squeaky when walking on it. When Lin Jue was cleaning it before, he would not say one sound for each step, but three for each step. He just stood still and only waved the broom on the wooden ladder.
There will also be slight noises, but at this time it is very quiet.
Unusually, the sound was coming upstairs.
"Still sleeping."
"Brother Su, are you right? It's the middle of the night right now. Everyone in the temple is sleeping soundly."
The sound was much softer than before.
Lin Jue already roughly knew at this time that these two people were not human beings.
Are there ghosts in the attic of the temple?
I wonder if the monks in the monastery knew about it.
What should I do now?
Thousands of thoughts were changing in Lin Jue's mind, and he was constantly thinking.
Listening to what they say, it sounds like they are not bad.
Then I thought about it. This temple has been established for a long time. Pedestrians come to stay here every day. It’s just a matter of how many. If there are ghosts living here or frequenting here, it can be said to be bold. But from another perspective, it has been so long.
Since then, these two demons have not attracted anyone's attention, have not caused any problems, and have not been expelled by the temple. Perhaps this means that they are not cruel in nature?
In any case, at this time, the two voices were getting closer and closer, not only reaching the upstairs, but even coming in front of him. Lin Jue was vigilant, but still did not act rashly.
"He's a young scholar!"
"It looks like he went out to study."
"He looks young. I thought he was a literary gentleman in his twenties before... Did he sweep the stairs below?"
"Don't wake him up. This guy is not afraid of monsters on the way. He is a brave man. He picked up a mule from a monster and returned it to its original owner without hesitation. He is a virtuous person. He is staying upstairs.
It's sensible to clean the downstairs by the way. Let him sleep here tonight and let's go downstairs and sit and play."
"Brother Mo is absolutely right, but this man is still a scholar..." The voice paused and chuckled, "Why don't we get him up and play together?"
"Come on, please go downstairs."
"Hahaha……"
The sound quickly faded away again.
Lin Jue breathed a sigh of relief.
"The south of the city is about five feet long, and the horse is coming, and the golden scales of the hanging willows are blooming. The golden Quxu carvings are made of brocade. I don't believe that Chen Wangba will fight for his talents." This voice was still at the stairway when he read the poem. After finishing the poem, he had already walked downstairs.
, "This poem took three days to complete. How does it sound to Brother Su?"
"What a disbeliever in Chen Wangba's talent! When we were in the Western Regions, if Brother Mo had the poetic talent at this time, I'm afraid he would have won the favor of the supervisor and been promoted."
"Then how do you meet Brother Su?"
"Hahaha Brother Mo..."
There were still sounds coming from below.
"Stop talking about me, Brother Su, have you finished the song?"
"It's all together, now I'm going to show my shame and ask Brother Mo to help me think about it."
"I'm all ears."
Lin Jue opened his eyes in the darkness.
These two people seem to be really not bad. I don’t know if they are monsters or ghosts, but they actually recite poems to make fun of each other.
The attic was still empty, and the window was opened at some point, facing the bright moon in the sky. The moonlight poured in, and a square patch of frosty white was illuminated on the mottled wooden boards. The young scholar held his breath and concentrated.
"Xiao Gudongdong painted the candle tower, who personally touched the small Liangzhou? How much do you know about the spring breeze and cardamom, and also painted a piece of melancholy on the autumn river."
"This poem..."
"how?"
"wrong!"
"What's wrong? Please ask Brother Mo for advice."
"It's not Shi! It's the guy upstairs! He's not asleep yet!"
"Um?"
At the same time, Lin Jue upstairs was also stunned.
Subconsciously, my heart tightened.
But before he could close his eyes, he saw two heads suddenly appeared on the wooden floor under the moonlight. The two heads gradually rose up and connected with their bodies below. The two people actually floated out from the wooden board.
"..."
Lin Jue couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
This was the second time he saw the true form of a demon, excluding the one at the Wang Family Ancestral Hall in Hengcun.
This way of appearing is really...
"Look!"
One of them looked at Lin Jue, turned around and smiled at the people around him: "Let me just say that this person didn't sleep, right?"
The tone was quite jumpy, it was probably the person named Su.
The other one did not reply to him, but saluted Lin Jue with a rather polite tone: "It was the two of us who spoke too loudly and accidentally disturbed the young man's dream. Please forgive me."
"Brother Mo is right. But it's just that he has cultivated his health and cultivated his energy. That's why he heard our voices so clearly. And I'm afraid he woke up a long time ago, but he pretended to be asleep and kept silent." The man said, turning around.
He looked at Lin Jue with a bit of a smile on his head, "The young man's trip is not the behavior of a gentleman."
Lin Jue was really at a loss when talking to them and had many thoughts in his mind.
How do they know they haven't slept?
How did you know that you had practiced Qi-nourishing method?
With this thought in mind, he also sat up.
He returned the greeting to the two of them, his words were equally polite, but he never seemed humble or fearful. He just explained: "My surname is Lin Jue. I was passing by and staying here for the night. I accidentally met you two. Anyone who encounters this kind of thing should
They will all be worried and doubtful, so they wake up and say nothing to observe what will happen next, which is what normal people do."
"Young man, you're welcome. Please don't let me go."
"Su Xiaojin."
When the two of them heard him give their names, they both immediately gave their names without hesitation.
This is considered etiquette these days.
"Young gentleman, don't pay attention to him. This place is the attic of the temple. It doesn't belong to us. We should be the ones who disturbed the young gentleman's rest." The demon named Mo Laifeng said with his hands.
"It's good to wake up and say nothing to see what happens next!" The demon named Su Xiaojin looked at him with a smile, "You are calm and calm, don't you think you are afraid of demons?"
"You two know etiquette and poetry, so there's nothing to be afraid of." Lin Jue said and paused, "I just want to sleep and have no intention of disturbing your enjoyment. Why don't we divide the first floor up and down equally for the time being, and you two continue downstairs?
Let’s talk about poetry while I continue to rest upstairs, how about that?”
"Are you a scholar?"
"I've been reading for a few days."
"Since you are a scholar and you are awake, why do you insist on having a clear night's dream? Why not chat and play together? There will be endless sleep after death." The ghost named Su said.
"I'm really sleepy."
"Why bother with restraint?"
These two demons refused to let him sleep no matter what.
Lin Jue was not sure about their behavior for a while. In addition, the other party did not threaten or show any ferocity. He just invited with a smile and some good intentions, so he really couldn't resist.
Then I thought about it, I went out to find immortals. If I didn't even dare to talk to such a temperamental monster, how could I go to find immortals?
Lin Jueru thought and put on his shoes.
"Brother Lin, have you heard our poem before?"
"I heard it."
"Brother Lin, what do you think?"
"Not bad, not bad."
"Only good?"
"It's considered...a good poem."
"Brother Lin, how do you think it compares to Zhang Liu in the previous dynasty?"
"..."
"Um?"
"..."
"Brother Lin, why are you silent?"
"Compared to Zhang Liu..."
Lin Jue tried to speak, but couldn't.
Zhang and Liu were the most famous poets in the previous dynasties in the world. They were roughly equivalent to Li Du in the Tang Dynasty in his memory. They were also called poets and poets. Lin Jue didn't remember much of their poems, but he couldn't tell.
If these two can be compared with them.
Since I don't want to lie, I simply bow my head and say, "I'm not very knowledgeable, so I don't dare to talk nonsense."
"You kid! You can't even say a few compliments?"
Both of them looked to be in their thirties. If the legend is true, they should have been at least this age when they died. Facing Lin Jue, who looked like a teenager, he also acted like an elder brother:
"It's important to note! If you want to be a literati and hang out with literati, the first thing you must learn is not to write poems and practice calligraphy, not to do knowledge, but to compliment each other! Where is the literati circle that doesn't compliment each other?"
"I really don't understand poetry, and I can't be considered a scholar."
"If you don't understand poetry, how can you know that we are not as good as Zhang and Liu?"
"..."
Lin Jue only heard the blind conceit and contempt of the literati, as well as some bad habits, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but in this way, the uneasiness in his heart was much less.
Then the two demons continued to make noises, asking him to come up with a poem that could be compared with the poem they had written. They refused to give up until he came up with it. In the end, they even said that he didn't write it himself and had heard it from somewhere else.
Poetry is fine too, but it has to be something they haven't heard before.
Lin Jue did have some good poems in his heart. He even knew that these two men had gone to the Western Regions to join the army, so he also had some frontier poems that would make them sigh in silence as soon as he took them out. But how could he read them to them?
He let them urge him, but remained silent.
He really knew that they couldn't do anything to him.
How can people be deceived by ghosts?
The two of them were really helpless, so they stopped mentioning their poems and did not embarrass him. Instead, they continued chatting with Lin Jue, chatting and complaining from time to time about the lack of wine and songs to cheer up the entertainment.
Lin Jue also supported and guided them, hoping to learn more about ghosts, ghosts, and fairy things from them.
Chapter completed!