Chapter 5 lost house

Luo Jiankong was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Is it the Fourth Junior Brother?" There was a silence outside the door.Then there was the same knock on the door again: "Boom, boom, boom..." Luo Jiankong smiled apologetically at Yun Jisang: "This is my fourth junior brother Zhang Chun, wait a minute, I'll be right back." Speaking of getting up and leaving the table. The moment the door opened, Yun Jisang saw a vague figure standing at the door. Zhuo Anjie put down the empty cup, her eyes narrowed into a beautiful rainbow line: "This man is interesting, he came to the door mysteriously, and he refused to say a word, is it shameful?" "Zhang Xiaosi Ah..." Wang Biyan raised her eyebrows, and the drunkenness and coquettishness in her eyes seemed to flow out, "He is an honest coward, who is afraid of dogs barking on weekdays. He is the most bullied person in the door. That is to say, Yankong is easy-going and easy-going, and he can talk to him a few words." "It seems that there are not many noble disciples?" Yun Jisang filled Zhuo Anjie's wine and asked casually.

"How can a sect like ours that pay attention to craftsmanship and talent recruit more disciples?" Wang Biyan drew a circle with her slender fingers, "In such a big place, there are only three or two kittens, making it deserted. The popularity of the puppets is not there, but the puppets are walking around, like a ghost house..." "Oh? Does Madam Ru also know the way of puppets?" "Me? I just became a monk halfway. Things "" Wang Biyan held up the cup in his hand and played with it, whispering in a low voice, "I am a person who loves to play, love to make trouble, and people who love to drink are just a puppet. I don't want to be like them, hanging out with puppets all day , and make myself look like a ghost or a ghost."

Ming Huan was listening, and hurriedly interjected: "Ming Huan is also playing around, because he doesn't love Wei Wei after drinking. The wine is hot and throaty, and it doesn't taste good." Wang Biyan chuckled: "My little girl, this wine Just like a man, you can taste it only when you become a woman." He glanced at Yun Jisang again, "Take your master as an example, he is a good glass of wine, although it is astringent. A little, a little bitter, but there is sincerity and aftertaste, enough for people to slowly taste for a lifetime." Although he didn't understand it very well, Ming Huan's eyes lit up when someone praised his dear Master: "Really?"

"Really! It couldn't be more true." Wang Biyan squinted at Zhuo Anjie, her smile was full of spring, "Your aunt is also a person who loves wine, I'm afraid she knows it best." "Open a pot of wine for you, and drink carefully to the spring breeze." Zhuo Anjie raised her glass lightly, and said calmly, "An Jie is indeed a wine lover. However, the taste of wine is pungent and poisonous. Although it can forget worries, it can also cause illness. An Jie has always only drank the water and wine she brought with her. Although the taste is a bit bland, it is not without benefits. I just wonder how many fine wines Madam Ru has tasted?" Wang Biyan's expression darkened, and then she smiled as before: "I am alone Ordinary people don’t pay that much attention. As long as there is wine to drink, it’s fine if you can get drunk. When you’re drunk, bad wine becomes good wine.” “Well said! People who drink. Come, let's drink this cup to the brim." Zhuo Anjie raised her glass to persuade her to drink.

Wang Biyan raised her neck and drank heavily, and wiped off the wine stains on her lips with a wave of her sleeves. The already bright red lips seemed to be soaked in blood, and the red became even more coquettish.The red lips were too eye-catching, which made Yun Jisang's chest feel a little distressed.He lowered his eyes and looked at the white bird celadon cup in his hand.A drop of deer tendon soup poured into the cup, and the dark red filled the air, blurring his eyes. True red, the color of death.Blood under the moonlight is such a deep, dark red.Under the clean moonlight, a pair of gray eyes reflected the blue sky, and black blood seeped from the gaps between the corpses, gradually converging into a crimson pool of blood.In the pool of blood, there are sparkling ripples.That was the sound of war drums beating in the distance, urging the soul resolutely.The sound of drums and heartbeat trembled and resonated with the same rhythm.Between heaven and earth, there is only such a voice echoing.

There was an itching in the pinna, and everything was suddenly audible.Ten feet away, the ants were crawling, the soil particles rolled under its whipped feet, and a leaf was blown off by the wind and fell to the ground, making a loud bang.That was Liu Ling's secret knowledge - his long-lost internal secret knowledge.Unexpectedly, unintentionally, it temporarily recovered at this moment. Farther away, there was a very low voice of dialogue: "... puppet... the village... absolutely..." "... three years... elbow pain..." "... tomorrow..." "... be careful Acting..." "...a life-saving move... secretly remembering..." The whispers were extremely low, intermittent, and couldn't be heard clearly, and it was impossible to distinguish the speaker.What are they planning?Why is there a hint of conspiracy between the words?My heart was in a mess, and all the voices were reduced to fragments, no longer real.

"Junior Brother, what's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhuo Anjie asked with concern. Yun Jisang shook his head, forced a smile: "It's nothing, just a little dizzy..." At this moment, Luo Jiankong came back, his expression was as usual, his conversation and laughter were still the same, and there was no abnormality at all.With him present, the atmosphere was even more harmonious, even Yun Jisang couldn't help drinking a few glasses under Wang Biyan's gracious persuasion, he is not a good drinker, and after a few glasses of wine, he already had a faint intention of rejoicing.

Such a person seems to have two faces.One yin and one yang, one positive and one negative.Yun Jisang narrowed her eyes and looked at him.What kind of thoughts are behind this enthusiastic face? , When Luo Yankong wanted to give Yunji Sangman wine again, Zhuo Anjie stretched out her hand and blocked the cup: "My junior brother has not healed from an old injury, so it is inconvenient to drink more, and I have traveled for another day, so I will be there tonight." Let's stop here." Luo Jiankong had no choice but to give up, and asked Wang Biyan: "Little teacher, do you think, where is Yun Shaoxia and the others suitable to live tonight? ,,

Wang Biyan was also a little drunk, and she held her head and thought for a while: I just bought a batch of blanks a few days ago, and it has been raining a lot these days. I was afraid that the blanks would get wet, so I piled them all up in the guest room... By the way, isn’t Ou Xingju Is it still available?You can live there tonight!The place over there is spacious and quiet! "Luo Jiankong's face changed slightly when he heard the words, he hesitated to speak. After watching Wang Biyan leave with the three of them, his expression fluctuated, with excitement, fear, and a hint of anticipation mixed in.It seems that what Yun Jisang and the others are going to is not a residence, but a desolate tomb.

Puppet House, as the name suggests, the layout of this house is also in the shape of a doll.The front porch is the legs, the warehouses on both sides are the arms, the courtyard is naturally the chest, and the bedroom they will live in is the most important head.Even a few old pine trees in the courtyard have been shaped into human shapes, like a Chu Wu in a bird's crown and splendid attire, stretching his wide sleeves in the strong wind and dancing. The patio of the yard is long and narrow, with a small white marble pond in the middle, sparkling like the traces of moonlight.Ming Huan stretched out her hand to try it out, but the water in the pool was icy cold, so she hurriedly retracted her little hand, heh heh, and stuffed it into her coat.

Green house and white pool, blue glazed tiles, purple gravel scattered in the yard.Being here is like being in a colorful dream block. Wang Biyan led them to the dormitory, and stopped at the door, as if he was worried about something, "The quilts are ready-made, so I won't go in. You should rest early, and I will come to see you tomorrow. By the way, if there is anything tonight Movement, don't mind, there are some weird things here, but don't worry, they are not harmful..." After speaking, he turned and hurried away, as if he didn't want to stay here for a moment. "It seems that this house is interesting, maybe it's a haunted house..." Zhuo Anjie smiled and glanced at Yun Jisang, and said to Ming Huan, "Your master has been afraid of ghosts since childhood, and Ming Huan will be here tonight." Sleep with him, lest he get scared and knock on my door in the middle of the night." Yun Jisang blushed and lowered her head guiltily.He was really afraid of ghosts when he was a child, and once he was terribly frightened by a ghost story told by Zhuo Anjie. After being awakened by a mirage in the middle of the night, he ran to knock on her door crying, but was laughed at by the senior sister. .But Ming Huan didn't hear the teasing meaning in Zhuo Anjie's words, he pulled his sleeve and comforted him earnestly, "Don't be afraid of Xifu, Ming Huan takes good care of Xifu." The bedroom is very spacious, except for the desk and chairs. Except for the bed case and a heavy bookshelf, there are no embellishments.Yun Jisang saw a lot of shallow pressure marks left by the furniture on the ground, but for some reason, everything in this room has been removed, only the dark yellow window lattice paper still retains the color of years. Zhuo Anjie helped him spread the quilt, went to the courtyard to fetch water, boiled it, wiped Ming Huan's face vigorously, and then drove the pouting little girl to the bed , and roll with her on it.Yun Jisang watched with a smile on the side, feeling warm in his heart. Although he wanted to protect his dear master well, when sleepiness came, Ming Huan still couldn't resist and fell asleep sweetly.Yun Jisang was sober, thinking about everything he saw during the day.The puppet gate is full of weirdness, the crazy elder, the demented boy, the second disciple Linghu Tiangong who always hangs his head, the old friend of the senior sister---Luo Jiankong, who seems to be warm and hospitable, but is actually very utilitarian... Na Luo... Yankong is clearly planning something, and Wang Biyan, this delicate and charming woman is by no means simple.She came to Luo Jiankong, did she really come to borrow money? The wind knocked gently on the door.That voice was like a lonely soul who had been wronged and died, begging him persistently to break through the thick fog.A strange scene gradually appeared before Yun Jisang's eyes: a man in a decaying shroud with loose hair stood quietly in front of his door, his rotten fingers were gently knocking on the door.His heart beat fast, and although he was trying to breathe, he still felt that every inhalation was so difficult.He sat up and gasped for a moment.Looking down and seeing Ming Huan sleeping soundly, he covered her with a quilt, got up and went to the door of the room. After standing quietly in front of the door for a while, he gently pulled the latch and pushed the door open. There was no one outside the door, and in the endless darkness, only the sound of the wind was weeping softly.He breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, went back to the room, lit a candle, and took out a book from the bookshelf. Looking at it by candlelight, it was a copy of "Mozi" published in the Yuan Dynasty, so he sat down and opened it casually, but it was a chapter of "Ming Gui": "The one who insists on ghosts today said: ghosts and gods, there are none... ...From ancient times to the present, since the beginning of time, people have also tasted the things of ghosts and gods, and heard the voices of ghosts and gods, so why are ghosts and gods nothing? If you can’t hear and see, then ghosts and gods can be said to exist?” He was about to turn to the next page , found a line of neatly written notes between the pages: "Nuwa made people out of loess, the ancients thought they were gods, and people made from loess were figurines. The so-called gods, who started the figurines? Today we use wood as figurines, Its facial features are sharp, like a stranger, is it a god? A ghost?" After reading this, Yun Jisang couldn't help but smile slightly, the concept of this book collector is quite unique.Then he opened the front page, and there was a small seal engraved on it, four small seal characters: "Wuxin Collection of Books".Unintentionally?It must be the original owner of this doll house, right?But I don't know where this person has gone now. "Hehehe..." There was a faint laughter from outside the window.The childish laughter was soft, intermittently blown by the wind.Yun Jisang's heart sank, and he slowly closed the book.Is it an illusion again?Could it be that my inner demon is about to move again?He breathed slowly, trying to concentrate on his dantian. "Giggle...giggle..." The laughter became more cheerful, as if mocking him. No, no, not hallucinations!He opened his eyes and came to the courtyard with a candle. The yard was quiet, the dew eroded the moss marks and left mottled tear marks on the wall.In the dimness, it seems that there are secrets hidden in every corner, and unknown ghosts are peeping behind every beam and pillar.Under the orange candlelight, his shadow was stretched into a slanted and long black human figure, which was trembling and twisting constantly, as if trying to get rid of the shackles of his host and gain life. Yun Jisang listened attentively, followed the intermittent laughter and slowly searched, and came to the barn. A gust of wind blew by, and the laughter grew louder with the sound of the wind, and the laughter of two boys joined in.The three laughed one after another, as if three children were playing an exciting game together. Yun Jisang poked open the lock with a copper wire, and gently pushed the door open.The moment he pushed the door open, a gust of dark wind rushed in, and the laughter in the room suddenly disappeared. Who is hiding in the warehouse in the middle of the night and laughing strangely?Is there really a ghost?Thinking of this, a chill rose from Yun Jisang's back.Gathering his mind, he picked up the candle and walked into the room. The barn had obviously not been cleaned for a long time, and the floor was covered with thick dust, which was so soft to step on. The candlelight illuminated the cobweb-covered Liang Dong, revealing the dusty traces one by one.The bucket-style beams are decorated with cirrus clouds, and five hundred arhats and eighty thousand gods and demons are carved on the ceiling.The gods and Buddhas of the gods looked hideous under the candlelight, as if they would come alive in the next moment, and rushed towards him. When Yun Jisang saw the situation inside the house clearly, he couldn't help but gasped. Puppets, a room full of puppets.Different from other puppets, the puppets here are all vivid and lifelike.These puppets have different expressions and stand still, as if the ancient undead had been cursed viciously, and were frozen in a stagnant time and space. Yun Jisang held up the candle's hand and lightly touched the face of a puppet.There was a cold and stiff feeling between his fingers, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.The melted candle oil dripped lightly on the puppet's face, and slowly slid down like tears. The sad eyes stared deeply at Yun Jisang, as if confiding in something. "What do you want to say?" Yun Jisang asked softly, without answering. Yun Jisang shook his head, amused by his innocence.He was about to turn around and leave, but when he turned around, the candlelight flickered, and the puppet's eyes seemed to flicker. Startled, Yun Jisang walked slowly to the puppet, held up a candle, and carefully looked at its eyes, only to find that its eyes were carved out of chicken-blood stone, and there was a circle of small golden seals engraved in the eyes. In the faint halo, sixteen golden and red incantations flowed slowly and fluctuated. "The old root of the rotten tree fades away and turns into a spirit. Eliminate all my sins and make me live forever." - A gust of wind blew, and the door of the house slammed shut with a bang.At the same time, the candle was extinguished suddenly, and immature laughter resounded unscrupulously in the darkness.