After that, there was a long wait, and I could only watch the full moon slowly rise behind the corners of the temple and disappear into the thick clouds overhead. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoOne or two night birds flew by occasionally, crying strangely, and hurriedly avoided them. The four of us just stood and watched as the ash burned a third of it. Lao Gu is older, and he is the first to sit on the ****, muttering that he doesn't know how long it will take, and the old arms and legs can't stand it. I turned my head to look at him, and vaguely there was a white shadow flickering behind him, thinking it was dazzling, rubbing my eyes and looking again, the white shadow was gone, but in the corner of the wall against the Nine Dragons Wall, there were strings of small light blue flames, bouncing and moving from west to east.

I turned my head, just wanted to take a closer look, suddenly felt a cold on my neck, a strong and cold hand, pressed on the back of my neck, twisted my head back, I was about to scream, a familiar voice came, "Don't look back, people have their own lives, don't look at Huangquan." "It's Chang Ye standing beside him. I tried my best to settle down, hugged the bronze candlestick, and closed my eyes, but I was thinking in my heart, what was that little flame, was it the ghost fire that the old man said?

When I closed my eyes, I began to hear the footsteps of many people walking behind me, some fast, some slow, some deep, some shallow, chaotic, and then, the footsteps were mixed with human wheezing, coughing, whispering, indistinct singing, and long, complaining sobs. It sounds like there are dozens or hundreds of people. After a while, the sound of the guqin and flute came slowly, and then it slowly dispersed, and there were other musical instruments mixed in, such as the erhu, pipa, silk strings, and bell chime...... The tunes are no longer one, chaotic and disorganized. But now the smell of the candle became more and more intense, and I was groggy, and when I looked at the others, they were all holding the wax, tilting their heads, and looking at them that they had fallen asleep. Before I lost consciousness, I could feel a few people behind me, staring at me, muttering to themselves, Chang Ye was still standing next to me, but his hand was on my shoulder, which made me dispel the strong urge to look back, and at this time, I was completely unable to resist the invasion of this sleepiness, everything became blurred, and the sound of music gradually faded away.

When I woke up again, all the sounds were gone, and the whole palace complex returned to the silence of the night, and I looked at the table below, and at three o'clock in the morning, a total of more than three hours had passed. When Chang Ye saw that I was awake, he called out the other three, the wax had burned out early, and everyone took the candlestick and walked back. The old consultant, "Master Chang, is it done?" Master Chang nodded a little tiredly, "Let's talk to Mr. Ma, a month, no problem."" Master Chang, what did we do yesterday?" I asked, confused. Chang Ye turned around and smiled, "No, you ask Lao Gu, after doing this drudgery, I won't have to go to work tomorrow." “

After Chang Ye that night, I never came to Duanmen Lou again, so I had to pester Lao Gu to ask for an understanding. Lao Gu couldn't help my soft grinding and hard bubbles, and told me something inside, but unfortunately he didn't know much. Chang Ye's alias as the Admiral of the Nine Gates has little to do with his family background, to be precise, he should be called the Admiral of the Ninth Gate. There is a big difference between the city of Beijing in the Qing Dynasty and the capital of the Yuan Dynasty and Beijing in the Ming Dynasty, that is, there are multiple gates, and according to common sense, the layout of the city pays attention to the stability of all sides. During the Qing Dynasty, there were three gates in the south of Beijing, and there was one more Xuanwu Gate. Inside the Xuanwu Gate is the entrance of the vegetable market, the place where the execution and murder are carried out, so the yin qi is the heaviest. On the bright side, the Xuanwu Gate is under the control of the Admiral of the Nine Gates, but it is only during the day, and there are other masters at night. When Chang Ye got the nickname of the Ninth Gate Admiral, no one knows, but many mysterious events in Beijing are related to him, such as the Hufang Bridge swallowing the well, the Wan'an Cemetery Soul Bus, the Xizhimen ghost car accident, the dragon pile pillar of the Gaoliang River, etc., (these things have nothing to do with the main story, they are not included for the time being, you should be interested, leave a word, I will list a separate chapter later, record the legendary stories of Chang Ye) is the famous person in this circle who shocked the nine cities. This time, there was no way to invite him out of the mountain, Chang Ye said at the time, I tried it within forty-nine days, but it didn't work, you don't look for others, the performance is stopped, it's not the place to do this. Fortunately, on the forty-ninth day, it was done. Lao Gu also told me, Chang Ye said, if you want to ask about that, go to Hufang Bridge to find him at his house.

As Lao Gu said, after that night, nothing strange happened at the scene, and everyone seemed to have forgotten those sensational nights, and no one mentioned them. Until a week before the performance, I suddenly remembered Chang Ye, so I found two performance tickets, picked up a pound of good flower tea, and went to Chang Ye's house.

Chang Ye's house is a quiet courtyard, with a pot of books and two gourds under the grape trellis, and he is at ease. When they saw me coming, they gave me a cup of tea and a deck chair, and we both leaned back on the deck chair and watched the sky. I asked Chang Ye, did you still do a few things about accepting me as an apprentice before? Chang Ye laughed and said that I didn't promise you, and now I am digging subways everywhere, and this line should be accepted by my generation. Seeing that I didn't understand, I picked up the small porcelain teapot, took a sip on my lips, and said slowly, "Chang Ye is almost seventy years old this year, and I'm afraid I won't have a few years to live, Xiaojie, what I'm telling you today, one is to solve your doubts, and the other is that although I can't accept apprentices anymore, I still want to be a master." But one thing, don't I say it before I die?" I sat up and nodded solemnly.

Chang Ye smiled, took out the black leather book from the short one, and threw it to me, "You want to know what I did at Duanmen, take a look at this first, haven't you always been curious about this?" After speaking, he stopped looking at me and continued to pumper his little teapot. It was a midsummer afternoon, the sun was poisonous, the cicadas sounded, and the moment I opened the book, I was like sitting on the ice sky, and everything was covered in snow. In front of the book is a detailed survey map of the Forbidden City, one into one, meticulous, even the number and location of trees are marked in detail. There are some criticisms, runes, and hexagrams on all sides of each picture, and I can't see it at all. Further on, there are several pages that appear to be maps, but they are completely different from the previous surveys, and they seem to be a diagram of the pipe network under the building. These pages were full of dense text, very sloppy, as if they had been written in a hurry. I carefully identified it, and it seemed to be written as the inner court archives of the Ming and Qing dynasties. "In the 50th year of Kangxi, Dai Mingshi rebelled, Ling Chi was executed, and there were 147 people of the three clans. In the sixth year of Tongzhi, Liu Dao, the chief eunuch of ceremonies, colluded with foreign ministers and was killed with a cane. In the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu, the thirteen people in the case of Concubine Jin's food and poison were decided......" full of more than 40 pages, bloody and floating.

"In the Ming and Qing dynasties, the palace troubles extended, hundreds of thousands of people died in vain for hundreds of years, the injustice is as deep as the sea, the bitter shore is endless, during which the abuse is abusive, thousands of bricks and stones accumulate, once the drum is heard, the long night is sleepless. Xiaojie, this is the most ferocious, do you think there will be fewer strange things?" Chang Ye sat up and squinted at me. "And how do you solve it?" I closed the notebook, but my heart was extremely heavy. "Solution, who can solve it? There is no floating slaughter in the nine gates, I just borrowed the door to settle down for a while!" Chang Ye put down the small teapot, put down his hands behind his back, and paced in the courtyard, as if recalling a long story. "Borrow the door for a while?" I looked at Chang Ye's small teapot and tasted it carefully.

The sun was so good that day, shining the courtyard of Hufang Bridge.