The remains of the corpse were scattered on the ground, blood infiltrated the ground, the frightened face was frozen, and then gradually swallowed by the flames.
The red light rushed into the sky, and the once prosperous Zheng Family Opera Garden became a scorched earth in the absurdity.
The fire burned all night. At the beginning of the day, the ghost dissipated. Zuo Yan's nose was full of burnt smell and the stench of rotten flesh.
And the cause of the fire was that the servants struggling and panic knocked over the candle in the mourning hall.
This night was undoubtedly tormented, whether it was for him or for the dead.
Zuo Yan is still standing in place, and the big tree stone table with him before has long been unable to see the original face.
"There are causes and effects, all are revenge."
System: "It's just a piece of memory, don't care too much."
Can I not care? I am still trapped here! Who can help me.
Zuo Yan sighed, "I won't eat barbecue anymore." The
system looked at the burnt corpse in front of him. At this time, he still wanted to eat, and his brain circuit was also unusual.
An exclamation came not far away. It was Zheng Zidong. Yesterday he took his team to the Marshal's Mansion and did not return.
Facing the devastated home, he staggered closer and was stopped by the people around him. Although the flame was gone, the residual temperature was still there, and the touch was burning. Who would dare to let him touch it.
This huge troupe can only rely on the support of these teenagers.
His relatives and friends were half dead. He grabbed the people around him and yelled frantically and asked, but who could tell him why?
As night fell, the ghosts who walked in and out of the ruins of this house again accompany Zuo Yan.
Brother, don't go, you have been around eight times before my eyes.
Little brother, can I go there to climb? You always go through my body, my feet hurt.
No one can hear his voice or see him.
Zuo Yan was mixed in this group of ghosts, and they all seemed out of place.
He wanted to go home, really, never missed home so much.
He would rather play games with Xiaoyi than share the moonlight with them.
While sighing, I saw this group of ancestors suddenly turning their heads together, and there was a teenager standing where it was once a door.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and he muttered, "Second Uncle, Third Brother...Little Six..." The
ghosts moved slowly towards him, he staggered back, and ran away frantically.
Zuo Yan shook his head, this poor child, hoped that the double blows during the day and night would not be devastated.
The fact is, he thinks too much.
About a few days later, Zheng Zidong reappeared in the Zheng family's house with a tired face and a monk.
The monk had an angry look of King Kong. He walked a few times in the yard with a serious face, and stopped right in front of Zuo Yan. A string of red sandalwood beads in his hand was torn apart, and the beads were scattered on the ground.
"Master, this..." Zheng Zidong was puzzled.
"Let's watch."
The Buddha beads on the ground rolled down in the dark, and under the blue sky and white sun, the beads were quickly pitch black, and a wisp of blue smoke rose slightly.
"The grievance is too deep, and the day can cause trouble. What have you done?"
When they didn't see it, the Buddha beads fell at Zuo Yan's feet at one moment, and the next, it shattered into powder.
Zuo Yan:...The
system sighed, "It's cruel."
Zheng Zidong clasped his hands and lowered his head, "I don't know." The
monk's scrutinized eyes looked at his god , "I receive money and do things. It doesn't matter, but since this grievance comes from your blood relatives, it cannot be resolved by common law."
"Master, what do you mean?"
"Since you found me, I will tell you directly. If you want to save your dead relatives, I advise you to dispel this idea as soon as possible. The grievance is too deep and you can only suppress it if you can't send it away."
"Suppression?"
"Yes, And also find things from yin to yang to suppress them."
Either fight against them, or find something that is naturally superior to them.
Zheng Zidong frowned, "Master, what does the most yin thing specifically refer to."
"Yin can be heavy, such as the funerary of this tomb, but this thing should also pay attention to three, six, nine, too many times. the hid.
this is something that you find yourself slowly, this time you pay a refundable deposit I, we of the Temple very busy. "monk patted the belly, like this look more like a monk, but added Like a bandit.
Zheng Zidong looked hesitant. Seeing that the master was about to leave, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Master, wait, I have something to do, I don't know if it can be a suppressive thing."
"Oh? Take me to see." The monk turned around, a little surprised.
"Such things are not here for the time being, but I will try to get them as soon as possible."
The picture freezes on Zheng Zidong's worried expression.
"Duhua Temple? A bit familiar."
System: "The predecessor of the Special Investigation Office, now called Kaifeng Mansion."
Zuo Yan: "I seem to have a somewhat
vague premonition." Time passed quickly, and when Zheng Zidong appeared in front of him again, they were right. It is in the wilderness.
The great monk on the opposite side didn’t even smile at the moment. “You made me look at me with admiration.”
Zheng Zidong gritted his teeth. “I heard my grandmother say when I was a child that he was born in a cloudy year and was born in a cloudy year. Abandoned by his relatives, is that the most yin thing?"
The monk raised his hand, Zheng Zidong hesitated, and let the people behind dig the grave.
Zuo Yan stared at the tombstone ahead, turning his head to look at the young boy aside with complicated eyes.
He has also done digging graves, but with different meanings.
Zheng Zidong, when did you start to grow up?
The coffin was lifted out and the lid was opened, and the monk gave a surprise.
"Interesting, the sunken corpse is not rot, you Zheng family, you should not be lucky."
Zheng Zidong strode to the side of the coffin when he heard the words.
It's as if he just fell asleep and could open his eyes in the next moment!
"Uncle...This is impossible! He has been dead for eight years!" The
monk said: "What is impossible, I ask you whether the person lying here has experienced life and death when he was young."
Zheng Zidong did not. I dared to look at the people in the coffin, "I... I don't know, he was picked up by my grandmother from the snow."
"In the twelfth lunar month, this man died long ago, because he was born in a cloudy time, he was half a man and half a corpse. Is he alive, was he physically weak before his death?"
"...Yes."
"It stands to reason that he will not survive the weak crown." The
monk looked at him suspiciously, and Zheng Zidong avoided his gaze, "The reason is that the medicine will nourish him."
He Weiyu said, instead, the topic changed, "It does match Zhiyin, are you sure you think about it?"
"I. Master, do it."
Zuo Yan listened to them and looked down at the coffin. The man was lying in the coffin. , Still can't see his face.
I don't know if he left peacefully or not.
I still remember when he was a child holding his nose and gently nibbling with two young teeth, and he also remembered the affection in his eyes when he touched the fluffy eyes of his cheeks.
He also avoided the snow together, and also played Big Change, Zuo Yan can be said to have watched him grow up.
Just as he did not witness his birth, nor did he witness his departure with his own eyes.
My nose is a little sore, and I feel uncomfortable.
System: " Why are you crying."
Zuo Yan: "I have a bitter look at my son with Xingu, and that's it."
System: "Son?"
"I always treat him as my son, alas."
System:... …You who know the truth will cry.
However, it doesn't count as the grave being dug, what really makes Zuo Yan feel distressed is what happened next.
Qingxiu's body was burned to ashes along with the coffin, and the monk personally used his ashes to make a half-armed tombstone with a palm width.
A scarlet town was written on the dark tombstone.
It was written in the blood released from Qing Xiu's body.
The monk drives away ghosts in the woods outside the town at night. Once the monument is suppressed, the ghosts are often buried in deep soil.
Zuo Yan was stopped in front of the stele, looking at the black stele in front of him, the man standing on the stage appeared in his mind, and he was indifferent from the stage.
The Young Master, who had a lot of people's hearts in his every move, ended up in this way.
There was messy footsteps coming, and a somersault fell in front of the monument, "Little uncle... Little uncle..." A
mouthful of a little uncle, the naive face of the once immature child is still vivid, but in any case it is also in front of this. People are connected.
"Uncle, you forgive me... I have to, I have to do this, the master said, if their ghosts are not suppressed, they will continue to pester the descendants of the Zheng family. There
are too many dead, I No way...I really can't help, Zheng family blood...Little uncle"
He has only one apprentice in his life. Although he has not admitted, he has taught him sincerely.
"The Zheng family takes the blame. Who is the blame? He doesn't owe you." Although he knew he couldn't hear, Zuo Yan couldn't help but say a word for Qingxiu.
From beginning to end, there was only one Mrs. Zheng who had been repaired for the youth. For this kindness, she dragged her weak body to serve the Zheng family for seventeen years. Zuo Yan had not forgotten that he got off the stage with bleeding from the corner of his mouth, which he didn't care about.
Tired during his lifetime, and not stable after death.
The surrounding scenes passed quickly, Zuo Yan was used to it, but he couldn't help but glance at the pitch-black monument.
This time, Zuo Yan saw the monk, he was running fast, the branches of the trees in front of him obstructed his vision.
Soon, there was the sound of fighting in front, followed by the howling of human beings.
The monk speeded up faster, and finally, he pushed aside the last branch, and everything in front of him made Zuo Yan freeze for a while.
It is vaguely visible as a human corpse, which can only be described as fragmented.
The blood stained the ground, and the blood sprayed on the leaves and tree trunks was in good shape.
For a moment, his head was held in his pale hands, and his hideous face could recognize that Taoist priest.
The arrival of the monk caused the person in the middle to turn his head, full of hostility, even though his face was expression, even if he just swept his indifferent gaze, it made people shiver for no reason.
"It's you!" The monk couldn't believe it.
This is what Zuo Yan wanted to say, it turned out to be him.
This black robe, who still wears his style?
The long standing son, holding a folding fan in his hand, opened his mouth to be amazing.
He had never seen the face clearly, and the truth was revealed before his eyes.
"I should have thought of it long ago." The
picture was blown away by the wind, and the figure of the man turned into fragments and disappeared before his eyes.
There is a feeling in the dark that he can leave here.
Zuo Yan couldn't help turning his head, and the faint shadow of the Zheng Family Opera Garden was behind him.
Looking through the many courtyards where the body shape was practiced and the voice hanging, through the long corridor that the maids walked hurriedly, and finally stopped in the medicinal-scented room all the year round.
The young man leaned on the head of the bed, and someone took a box, bent down and left.
He opened his slender fingers and took them out from the inside.
That is, a chubby panda.
Qingxiu paused suddenly, turned his head, and a smile appeared at the corner of his eyes.
A clear voice came into his ears, "Selling candied haws."
Zuo Yan's pupils dilated, "You..."
The next moment, he disappeared in the corridor of memory, opened his eyes and saw the familiar picture His face is before his eyes.
"Qingxiu..."