The two parties gradually became familiar with each other.
Lin Jue excused himself that he had rarely seen demons and ghosts, and was very curious about the magical powers of demons and ghosts. He naturally asked what magic powers they knew and wanted to see them.
The two of them readily agreed.
However, the demon surnamed Su was quite naughty. On the pretext of showing off his ability to change, he pulled the demon surnamed Mo in front of Lin Jue. Suddenly, he turned into a man with a piece of his head missing and several spots on his face.
The scary demon with the dark red blood hole wanted to scare Lin Jue.
On the other hand, he himself, although his death state was not pretty, at least he was a complete person.
However, Lin Jue had just seen the dog demon's transformation technique on the way, and had been frightened twice. Now he was well prepared, and because his head was numb in the middle of the night, he didn't react much.
It's a pity that I don't have any strange feelings.
Then the two showed off their ability to pass through walls and exhale.
It's just that this is just a natural characteristic of ghosts, and Lin Jue still doesn't feel it.
Finally, there is the transportation technique.
Just when Lin Jue was full of expectations and asked them to carry him, thinking that he might learn something, he saw two people walking next to him, one raising his head and the other holding his feet, and lifted him up with all his strength.
Lin Jue fell silent at that time.
"In the past, there were monks from the monastery who came here to steal wine and meat, and even slept here after eating and drinking. This is how we moved them out."
The two of them said quite proudly.
What can Lin Jue say?
I had no choice but to give him a few compliments and continue chatting.
These two people really liked poetry, and they probably continued to enjoy it after death. They often talked about various poems, which were quite elegant. Even when Lin Jue asked them if they were monsters or ghosts at first, they didn't know the answer. They just shook their heads and said "
When I meet you in the bamboo mountain, it is neither a demon nor an immortal. Please know that this is the burial ground, and the night owl crows to announce the fourth watch." This type of doggerel was used to respond.
After arriving at the back, Lin Jue was also urged and encouraged by them. After a long discussion, he came up with a miscellaneous sentence such as "The dust is light on the long road, the dusk is thick, and the wind comes at night in the old temple on the barren mountain." There are two sentences after that about encountering a fairy.
My head felt dizzy in the second half of the night and I really couldn't remember anything.
I just remember that it made them both laugh out loud.
If ordinary people could hear such laughter clearly, I am afraid that the entire temple would not be able to sleep peacefully that night.
I don’t know when I finally fell asleep.
Just when I was drifting off to sleep, I had another dream.
In the dream, it was still a pavilion with roughly the same furnishings, but the details became illusory and misty. Su Xiaojin and Mo Laifeng were still in front of them.
"Hahaha, Brother Lin gets sleepy too easily. When I was as old as Brother Lin, I could stay up all night long playing chess with my friends." Su Xiaojin said with a smile.
Lin Jue glanced at his hair and believed what he said.
"Brother Lin is sleepy, so we have no choice but to come and look for him in his dreams." Mo Laifeng's temperament is much gentler and calmer, "To be honest, we are originally from Huizhou, and we realize that there is no hope of getting any fame. At that time, the country
Due to internal and external troubles, I simply joined the army and left. This trip was like the yellow sands of the Western Regions for ten years. Unfortunately, I died on the battlefield. Brother Su was so kind and righteous that he took my flesh and blood and sent me back thousands of miles away."
When Lin Jue heard this, he couldn't help being surprised and looked at the laughing ghost named Su again.
It is fashionable these days for a gentleman to hold a sword, but it is the ultimate romance for a scholar to hold a halberd and join the army. This kind of thing is not uncommon.
But what he didn't expect was that he would actually meet such a kind and righteous person in reality.
Sending bones thousands of miles away would be a good story in any dynasty or generation.
"What a pity..."
The ghost surnamed Su grabbed the words and said with a smile: "Although I saved my life on the battlefield, I also suffered from injuries. For ten years, I have been accustomed to the yellow sand sky of the Western Regions. When I returned to the homeland of ink painting, I unexpectedly
He fell ill because he was not acclimatized to the soil. Originally, the two of us agreed that no matter who died first, the living people would help the fallen leaves return to their roots. Unexpectedly, I still failed to fulfill my promise."
The words were originally heavy, but after he finished speaking, he hit them with both hands and spread them out, looking like a rogue:
"He even got himself involved in it!"
The ghost named Mo stood beside him, as if he was used to it.
"We are not here to ask for Brother Lin's help. But in the middle of the night last night, we heard Brother Lin counting money upstairs and sighing. We guessed that Brother Lin went out to study and must have lacked the financial support. In addition, we just talked to him
Brother Lin was playing together, we were extremely happy and speculative, and we admired Brother Lin's character, so after Brother Lin fell asleep, I discussed it with Brother Su for a while..." Ghost surnamed Mo said, "Brother Su gave away all our money before he died.
It is buried under a hill in the bamboo forest behind the temple. We have just dug a small hole in it. There are about a hundred taels of silver in it. If Brother Lin is short of money, you can take some."
Lin Jue was stunned for a moment.
How could such a good thing happen?
I was just thinking about whether to agree or be polite, but when I think about it carefully, isn't it better to ask him for help?
It's just a euphemism.
If not, why not let Lin Jue take all the money? If the two ghosts are dead, who will give the money to?
"I wonder where you two brothers live?"
"Northern Danxun County, Su Village."
"Qiuru County South, Old Village."
"How far from that?"
"It's only two or three hundred miles away."
"It's really not beautiful that two brothers, who were protecting their families and the country, stopped when they were only two or three hundred miles away from home. They stopped for more than ten years."
"If Brother Lin is interested, please bring a message home for us. Our bones are buried in the north of the bamboo forest. As for the buried money, Brother Lin can just leave some of it at home."
"I'll definitely bring it."
Lin Jue said calmly and firmly.
The dream quietly dissipated.
When Lin woke up, it was already broad daylight.
After putting the cloth for the quilt, the trousers for the pillow and the books underneath into the bookcase, there was nothing left to bring. Lin Jue carried the bookcase and walked downstairs.
"Squeak..."
Pushing open the attic door, the sunlight from outside suddenly shone in, hitting Lin Jue's face, making him feel dazed.
I didn't sleep well and was still a little dizzy. Last night's experience was the same as before at the Wang Family Ancestral Hall in Hengcun. It was so fantastic and unreal, it was like a dream I had.
Did you just chat with two ghosts all night?
Lin Jue couldn't help but be lost in thought at the door for a moment.
When he walked outside, he found that most of the business travelers staying overnight had left. The temple, which had been lively and crowded last night, was now empty. Only the middle-aged monk was sweeping the floor.
Seeing Lin Jue, he turned around and smiled:
"Donor Lin, are you awake? You woke up the latest. It's almost past breakfast time. I wonder if there is anything left."
"Thank you, Master."
"It seems that Donor Lin is not in good spirits. Didn't he sleep well last night? All the monks and residents in the temple heard voices in the attic last night, and many people were woken up. But what happened to Donor Lin?"
"Master didn't tell me that although this attic has been vacant for a long time, I am not the only one living in it." Lin Jue couldn't help but complain.
"There were a lot of people outside last night, and we have to rely on the rent money from the benefactors who come and go to make ends meet. It's really hard to tell the benefactors." The monk stopped the broom, held it in his hand, saluted and apologized, "This attic is sometimes really
There will be two unusual benefactors coming to play. A few years ago, my brothers and sisters met
They. However, these two are not bad-hearted, and they are half-literati. They have always liked to get along with scholars and respect virtuous people. In the past, there were guests who were brave and fond of monsters and ghosts and strange things. They stayed in the attic and lived in peace with them. Donor
As a scholar and a virtuous person, there really is nothing to be afraid of."
He paused for a moment and smiled slightly: "What's more, the donor is not even afraid of the monsters on the road, so why should he be afraid of us who have been with us in this temple for many years?"
"..."
Listening to his words, Lin Jue felt for a moment that this monk could be considered a "high monk".
Who said you need to have magic power to be considered an eminent monk?
"I hope the donor will not tell anyone else."
"Know know know."
Lin Jue didn't know what to say for a moment, so he just nodded and followed the monk to the dining hall.
The food in the temple is simple. Breakfast is just a bowl of porridge. In addition, each person has a vegetable dumpling. The monks in the temple are free and can last until noon after eating. The businessmen and travelers are on their way, but they have to bring the dry food they bring with them to survive.
It took a long time. But now there were several vegetable dumplings left in the basket, but the gruel was gone, so the monk gave him all the vegetable dumplings.
Lin Jue thanked him, asked for some water, washed himself briefly, and then sat down to eat.
There were only a few people in the dining hall, a group of unknown businessmen, whispering about what they heard yesterday, probably because someone made a noise last night, or they heard that someone encountered a ghost on the road, and what happened after that.
As we were chatting, we talked about mules.
We talked about the current price of mules, and then talked about the rising prices and the war in the west.
The war in the west has been intermittent, with stops and starts. It has been like this for decades, and it has not changed now.
I heard that our side won and massacred half of the people in the small country's city. I heard that our side suffered a huge defeat and an entire army stayed in the yellow sand. It was also said that a certain country invaded our border and entered the city to burn, kill, and loot. They were waiting for reinforcements to arrive.
By the time they arrived, they had already left like the wind. How many people's bones were buried in the sand, and how many people had no homes to return to. These merchants talked about it all in a few words over tea and dinner.
As Lin Jue listened, he couldn't help but think of the two literary ghosts he met in the middle of the night yesterday who had returned from joining the army in the Western Regions.
It still feels like a dream.
Chapter completed!