Zhuhua Jushi sat down and said, "This is this book." What you say is very similar to some of the accounts in this book. ”

At first, He Yu was just amazed at the great mystery that plagued the gods of the Shangqing Dynasty, but it was easily solved by the old man, and then he listened to the old man's account of a record in the book: Xuanyuan gave medicine to the ghost baby, and secretly ordered the ghost baby to be administered to the diet of Jieyu, the king of Yuyi. In March, Jie Yu. The gods were angry, captured the ghost baby, and the ghost baby was exiled.

Zhuhua Jushi said: "Such a small record tells about Xuanyuan's divine instruction and then blaming the ghost baby to poison Prince Jieyu. The old man remembered that this incident caused a stir in the Six Realms back then, and the people of Yuyi were determined to find out the culprit who killed Jieyu, and this matter was also suspected to be on the head of Xuanyuan Shangshen. Xuanyuan is highly respected, how can the gods of Shangqing stand by and attribute all this matter to the head of the ghost baby. All the evidence points to the ghost baby, forcing the ghost baby to retreat, and finally went to the underworld to become a thief. ”

He Yan lost his voice and said: "I have been in the immortal class for several years, but I don't know that there is such a thing, I am really ashamed." ”

Zhuhua Jushi sighed: "Miss Heyu don't blame herself, just because of the strange thing of old decay and love, this is left alone in this deep forest." Although it was the god Xuanyuan who controlled everything, when the matter was revealed, all the sins were blamed on the ghost, forcing a little ghost to become a ghost. ”

After saying nothing, Zhuhua Jushi continued: "This ghost baby, you also know it. Although the old man lives in seclusion in the mountains, he has heard that this person has done all kinds of evil in recent years, but he is a thief hated by everyone in the Six Realms, and he has changed his name to 'Haocang'. ”

Before the words fell, he patted the case with the concubine and said, "What!"

Zhuhua Jushi sighed: "But it is so, but it is so." After this turmoil, the god Xuanyuan also changed his name incognito, and before he returned to seclusion, he had heard that the gods called this person 'Chi Fengbo'. ”

He Yu only felt the thunder in his ears, and he seemed to be floating in a cloud dream. Chi Fengbo is actually the god of Xuanyuan, and the old monster of Haocang is actually the ghost baby adopted by the ghost mother of the hanging ghost. What a coincidence, and how inextricably linked? Is it all true?

There was a terrible thought in her heart: Chi Fengbo and Haocang teamed up to kill Prince Jieyu, and many years later, Prince Jieyu's ghost returned to the world, and the trick was repeated. According to Chi Fengbo's methods back then, he forced Haocang to kill Chi Fengbo again. Didn't this headless and tailless killing make the gods panic?

Zhuhua Jushi saw Heyu's confusion and said: "If Xuanyuan Shangshen quietly killed Jie Yu with the power of the ghost baby, and now the murderer uses the power of Haocang to quietly kill Chi Fengbo, revenge in the same way, and blood debt and blood repayment, this is completely reasonable." He comforted again: "The old man is just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart, girl." ”

He Yu nodded slowly, unable to calm down for a long time. In this way, the murder of Chi Fengbo and Haocang was a long-planned accident. She didn't know if Lou Che, her good companion for many years, deliberately hid it from her, or if he really didn't know that he had been kept in the dark all the time, like a depravity, for various reasons, which was terrifying.

After a while, she was still stunned: "Thank you seniors for your advice...... I really can't understand it. ”

Seeing that He Yu was still uneasy, Zhuhua Jushi said, "If you can't understand, then don't think about it." The things of the world, the cycle of cause and effect, coincides with the year of misfortune in Yangjiu, and there are calamities. Take the piano, and the old man will test how well you talk about the music these days. ”

He was in no mood to stroke the qin, but he couldn't bear to brush his mind when he heard the old man say this, so he had to take the "secluded fence".

She thought about it, and after a few plays, she talked about the originally familiar tunes, and couldn't help but be ashamed. Just about to stop, suddenly heard the sound of Lang Ran Xiao, cut into the side, its sound whimpered, the high place is like rain falling banana like crying, and the ethereal place is like Yingzhou sea fog if illusory.

The sound of the flute immediately touched the sound of the piano. He condensed for a while, his fingers jumped and plucked, the strings rang loudly, and the sound of the flute fell, one concave and one convex, one added and one supplemented, just like the deep void dream, and like the song of a mermaid on the reef in the depths of the sea.

After a long time, he woke up like a dream.

......

The dappled sunlight shone on Heyu's body, and she sighed and opened her eyes.

The dwarf ink bamboo knots are stitched together into a window lattice, the bamboo leaves fly outside the window, and there is a jar of medicine pots, a bamboo lou, a curtain, and a dark brown, jade seven-stringed guqin.

This is...... She sat up and slowly, her eyes becoming clearer, and the things around her became clearer. She smelled the faint scent of medicine in the room and stroked her eyes.

She jumped out of bed and stroked the secluded guqin given by the Zhuhua monk. After spending a few days together, I knew for the first time what it looked like...... The sunshine, bamboo leaves, flowing buds, talc, guqin, wine jugs, she saw it, saw it!

He Yu wanted to tell the news to Zhuhua Jushi, but saw that three or four bamboo houses were empty and empty. Walking left and right, I saw a guqin with broken strings, and an inkstone with dried ink next to the teapot.

She picked up the rice paper by the inkstone, and there were a few lines of poetry on the rice paper:

The grass ball is facing the mountain recess. Mangosteen boiled japonica, landscape sencha. Yam and yak, mountain onion and leek, mountain fruit and mountain flower. The mountain skates and the ice knocks on the crescent moon, and the mountain clouds scatter the forest crows. The mountain scenery is good, the mountain scenery is boastful, the sun is clear outside the mountain, and the people under the mountain.

The ink was rough and scribbled, more like a drunken person's scribble, and there was a hint of wine on the paper. He Yan put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, crying and laughing. She thought that Zhuhua was a serious and upright old monk, but she didn't want to see him so reckless today.

Where did the people go? He Yu saw that the bamboo basket and straw hat by the window were still there, and the Zhuhua monk should not have gone out.

The slightest hint of the morning mist in the bamboo forest has not yet faded, and the dew between the leaves hangs in the pedestrian clothes, cool and wet. The first rays of sunlight have already sprinkled into the spring, and the water surface is fluttering with golden yellow lines, sparkling with color, and the blue of the sinking water.

He Yu shuttles in the bamboo branches, the birds babble endlessly, the spring water bubbles, tinkling, the fish in the water shadow on the stones, moving back and forth, as if making fun.

The deeper you go into the forest, the fog gets bigger, and the white and blue are covered, and there is a general scenery in front of and behind you. A few days ago, He Yan has been having an eye injury, and the matter of collecting medicine and bamboo is always done by Zhuhua Jushui, and she has never entered the depths of this bamboo forest.

At this time, the fog is filled, and the bamboo is covered, which is even more difficult to distinguish. Walking along the stream at your feet, the stream is getting wider and wider, but the bamboo forest is getting denser and denser. When you reach the most dense place of spotted bamboo, the stream spring turns into a pool of water, which is clear and cool, and the strange stones are uneven.

The cups and plates on the stone are messy, the aroma of wine is permeated, a Mucuna pruriens flute is half horizontal in the water, a curtain covering the face is leaning in the grass, and a clear back is sleeping by the pool.

Who is this Zhuhua Jushi? He Yu looked at it clearly, and said, "Senior, senior?" said and walked quickly, like that back shadow rushed over. Zhuhua Jushi seemed to feel that someone was coming, but he wanted to get up, but he was drunk like mud, his feet were slippery, and he was about to fall into the pool.

He Yu shouted, "Be careful!" and his subordinates wanted to pull a hand, not wanting to fall too violently, and the two fell into the cool pool at the same time. He Yu lay on the body of Zhuhua Jushi, still grinning at the pain of this fall, and was about to speak, but saw a very young son in front of him, and his sparkling eyes were looking back at him in surprise.