On a summer night, in a small courtyard in a remote village, Bu An looked at the five people in front of him.

was born with the movement of the Dao, and had the opportunity to cultivate a casual curse, and the hippie smiling face was not a serious Deng Xiaoxian;

resurrected from the dead, half in the world and half in reincarnation, an honest monk Huiyuan;

claimed that he was a real feng shui cultivator, and his face was full of wrinkles, like a blind man who had read all the sorrows in the world;

The lame beggar, who is always silent and has no sense of existence at all, Fu Xiu Youping;

Dressed in a patched cloth robe, straightforward and fast-talking, occasionally a little arrogant, and still has some prejudices against him.

In a trance, Bu An remembered that it was also such a night when the blood moon hung overhead, walking on the mountain road of Tianmu Academy, Tu Yao said that even if there was a poetic talent, if he only made wedding dresses for people, it would be empty in the end.

Tu Yao was right, but she was not Bu An after all, and she didn't know his specific situation.

For more than two months, he tried to accept Confucianism, and also inquired from Deng Xiaoxian about Taoist methods of meditation and qi training.

Bu An accepted the fact that his cultivation path could only rely on ghost qi, which seemed to have been decided at the beginning of his crossing, and perhaps it was also closely related to the evil moon that first came in the night sky, not necessarily a coincidence.

Since he has decided to rub the ghost to practice, he needs a helper, and the stronger the helper, the smoother his cultivation will be.

The five people in front of them came to the front by mistake, this may be their chance, and it is also Bu'an's chance. To catch.

A cool breeze blew, Bu An took a breath, the corners of his mouth showed a calm smile as if he had just made an important decision, and said softly: "Today, the Ghost Hunting Seventh Division is just a little pawn in Yuezhou City that no one knows, and it is only possible to get business by going to this rural place, but this is just the beginning...... The wind rises at the end of Qingping, and tonight, I will give you a chance!"

Ignoring everyone's puzzled eyes, he suddenly turned around and chanted to himself in a low and slightly sad tone towards the fields crisscrossing the blood-colored moonlight, the gurgling streams, and the rolling hills in the distance.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable ......"

Among the people standing next to the well, Deng Xiaoxian and Hui Yuan were slightly stunned, and from this long and short sentence, they read the taste that others could not experience.

Qinglian watched a farewell, Deng Xiaoxian never saw his mother again, now twenty years have passed, he has never mentioned it in front of people, even if someone asks, he also smiled and said that he had forgotten it, but only he knows how unforgettable this longing for family is...... The world is shaky, and he doesn't even know whether his mother is dead or alive.

From this sentence "life and death", he grinned, as if he was sitting in his grandmother's mourning hall and watching his father die of anger, crying blood in his heart, but he couldn't stop laughing on his face, like crazy.

And for Hui Yuan, this phrase is a different taste. He died for thirty-two years, the master gradually grew old, and when he came back to life, the master passed away in a blink of an eye, and the book said that the deceased was gone, so he didn't have to think about it, but how could he hold back his thoughts, and how could he forget his kindness.

Bu An continued: "...... Thousands of miles of lonely souls, where to talk desolate. He changed the word "grave" in Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi", which mourned his deceased wife, to "soul", the rhyme and feet remained unchanged, and it was not moving, but it was more in line with Deng Xiaoxian's state of mind.

Except for Deng Xiaoxian and Hui Yuan, who were immersed in the atmosphere of the words, the rest of the people looked at Bu An in surprise, especially Luo Qingting.

Of course, Bu An didn't care about this, and chanted unhurriedly, his voice getting deeper and deeper, and more and more sad.

"Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

This sentence is heard in the ears of Deng Xiaoxian and Hui Yuan, and they both feel the same way, but it still represents a different meaning.

Deng Xiaoxian naturally felt that after a long time, he and his mother might not know each other, but Hui Yuan remembered that when he was resurrected from the dead, he saw his master old.

Bu'an had just finished reading "Jiangchengzi" halfway through, and a strange sound sounded in the summer wind, like a large number of people chattering or choking and sobbing.

Centered on the position where everyone was standing, the aura that spread all over the mountains and fields became active layer by layer, like a stone cast on the surface of a calm lake, and as if a sea tide was about to sweep from a distant place.

Bu'an stood in the wind, and then read: "I came back to my hometown in the night, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up." ”

Deng Xiaoxian's eyes came back to the memories of his childhood, his mother was dressing in the mirror, his father walked out of the window, and he was running around the dresser, but the face in the mirror was extremely hazy.

Hui Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that this word was not written about Master and me.

"There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears...... It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

After reading "Jiangchengzi", the masterpiece of another world that has been passed down through the ages has set off a commensurate aura fluctuation in this world where poetry can hook the visions of heaven and earth.

The so-called aura is inextricably linked to the deceased, so when this incomparable lone peak in the mourning words came out in the remote countryside of Yuezhou, the aura flowing in the fields, woods and hilly slopes swept towards Bu'an like a torrent tsunami.

The aura that was so rich to the extreme that it covered the blood moon in an instant, and a hazy moon-white light cluster appeared in the sky, and the courtyard where everyone was located and its surroundings suddenly flowed in light and shadow, and the light and darkness were suddenly divided, just like the scene of the moonlight shining in the pine forest!

Bu An looked at the vision of heaven and earth that he had caused to the extreme, this time he was neither shocked nor suffered, and before he opened his mouth, he had already expected this result.

Luo Qingting's trembling voice sounded behind him: "This is the poem you composed?"

Bu An turned around and looked at Deng Xiaoxian with a smile on his face, Hui Yuan, who was still stupid and happy, and Luo Qingting, Zhang Blind and You Ping, who were almost frightened, smiled confidently and frankly: "It's Su Dongpo's words." ”

Luo Qingting said almost word by word: "Dongpo land for Dongpo words, you are a poem in three steps......"

"The surname is Bu, the name is An, and the word is in the way!" Bu An shook his hand and said: "Why are you all stunned, don't you practice quickly!"

Although Monk Huiyuan was honest, he was not really stupid, and at this time the first one sat down cross-legged, and said: "The master of the step is really a god and a man, the opportunity is not easy to come by, and the little monk is going to meditate." He closed his eyes.

Luo Qingting and You Ping also hurriedly sat on the ground.

Zhang was probably too anxious and wanted to sit down, but he sat on the edge of the well and almost fell into the well. In the past few days, Bu An has seen him ugly because of his eye disease, and he was obviously frightened by the vision of the gathering of spiritual energy.

Only Deng Xiaoxian was not in a hurry, and looked at Bu An with a smile and said: "Brother Bu, you are the Lingshan Holy Land with long legs, even better than Kunlun Ruins!

Bu Anxin said, I am a mobile power bank, responsible for charging you, full of power to work.

He half-jokingly glared at Deng Xiaoxian and said, "Where is there so much nonsense! Quickly practice for me! It's up to you to catch ghosts and earn money!"

Deng Xiaoxian smiled and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, the smile disappeared, and his face gradually calmed down.

Bu An looked at the five cultivators who were in a circle around the well, and stood aside with his arms crossed, as if he was protecting the Dharma for these five people.

I think that at the beginning, his "Fixing the Storm" made Tianmu students flock to him, and he tried every means to stimulate him to write poems again, you must know that it was in the holy place of Confucian cultivation with strong aura, Tianmu Mountain.

If we compare the Tianmu students to the rich officials in fine clothes and food, the five cultivators in the world in front of us are so poor that they can't even eat.

Even the rich flock to the gluttonous delicacies, put in front of this group of hungry people waiting to be fed, the result can be imagined.