"Monk monk is really interesting, take a long worm to hell, so that the heavens and the earth should not be spiritual, which way gods and Buddhas bless you......"

The sound of nursery rhymes faded away.

It was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers, and my breath was filled with cold and rancid smells in the cellar.

"Monk, are you alright?"

Ever since he was caught by the dolls and escorted into this cellar, he has not said a word, as if he had been standing in the dark for a long, long time.

I was worried that he would be frightened, so I comforted him again: "Actually, there are more terrible ghosts than those dolls, some with their heads on the ground, their feet facing the sky, some with their stomachs full of intestines exposed, coiled on the waistband of their trousers, and the most ugly ones that have been scorched by fire, black, with their faces wrinkled like tree bark, and their eyes burned so that only two black hollows remain......"

As I spoke, I seemed to feel that my words were off, and my voice was getting weaker and weaker, for fear that the monk would be so frightened by me that he would suddenly fall down.

Who knows, he just sighed heavily, and his tone was extremely solemn.

"The poor monk traveled day and night, but he was still one step too late. ”

At this moment, in the corner of the wall behind us, a dry and hoarse cough suddenly sounded.

"Ahem, ahem, I don't know the master...... Where did you come from?"

How can anyone else?!

I was so frightened that I retracted half of my head in the wooden bowl, and when the monk turned in the direction from which the voice came, I could vaguely see the figure curled up in the corner.

It was about a living, but he was panting heavily, and his dry throat was like a bellows under a dilapidated stove, and he had to prick up his ears to catch the faint and almost non-existent breathing.

The monk subconsciously moved closer, and through a few thin wisps of light through the cracks in the wall, I could probably see the specific appearance of the figure.

It seems to be an unkempt old woman, her hair is messy and gray, her shriveled cheeks seem to have been drained of flesh, deeply sunken, cheekbones, her thin body is tightly curled up in a ball, and her body is covered with a coarse cloth shirt full of blood stains and tears, because it is too dirty, she can no longer recognize her true color, and under her cuffs, the back of her hands, and her legs, there are obvious burnt scars, and the flesh and blood are blurred, because they have not been treated in time, many places have suppurated, and the viscous blood and water are mixed with rotten flesh dripping down

Come.

If she really has a breath, then she was also tortured too badly.

"There is no poor monk's law number, and he came from Kyoto's Lin Yin Temple. The monk made a Buddhist salute.

The old woman let out a low quack laugh, "It turns out that it is from Kyoto, no wonder it can survive from the hands of those poor infant spirits." ”

Infant spirits?

"Mother-in-law, did you say that those dolls are all infant spirits?" I couldn't help but poke my head out of the wood.

When the old woman heard my voice, she was stunned at first, and then she slowly raised her head, revealing her gray, cloudy and blank eyes, and when she saw me hiding in the wood, her lifeless eyes flashed slightly.

"There is such a good thing in this world. She smacked her mouth.

I didn't care what she said, and all I could think of was the word baby spirit.

In the past, when I was in the underworld, I had heard a lot of rumors about infant spirits, which were all little spirits condensed from the resentment of unborn but already formed babies.

Essentially, they are not counted as Yin Spirits, and if they are found by the Soul Hooker after they are formed, they will be dealt with as scattered, and they will not be brought to the underworld at all, so to this day, I can be regarded as truly seeing what an infant spirit is.

I didn't expect it, but it's pretty cute.

At this time, the monk asked, "This mother-in-law, but from the village?"

"yes......"

The old woman gasped and replied in a weak voice: "I have been in this village for decades, and I have watched this place slowly change its appearance, and now it is ...... Hey, it's all self-inflicted, it's all retribution. ”

"Mother-in-law, you said that there are so many infant spirits in this village because the villagers themselves planted evil fruits?" I asked.

The old woman nodded: "Our village, it is indeed for the nearby ten miles and eight towns to burn ceramics, but it is also some rough embryo bowls and jars, earn less, everyone will make a mouthful of food, and then some black-hearted maggots who have a bad conscience taught the young people in the village, let them burn what pottery dolls to send to Kyoto to sell, saying that it is that thing to make money, can be developed, but where there is a little pottery skills, all follow the trend to make pottery dolls." ”

It seemed that she had said too much at once, and the old woman suddenly stopped,

Chicken's claw-like hands clenched his chest, and his clothes coughed dryly.

When she calmed down, the monk said with a solemn expression: "A year ago, a large number of pottery dolls were found in a temple in Kyoto, which hid the bones and hearts of unborn but formed babies, which were specially used to secretly communicate with the imperial court magnates and eunuchs. ”

After he finished speaking, he paused slightly, and the pair of eyes that hid a dull glimmer looked at the old woman and asked, "Those pottery dolls, but they have been spread from this flower-filled village?"

"Yes. ”

The old woman replied without hesitation.

"But master, you only know one thing, you don't know the other......"

"I want to hear about it. ”

"This pottery doll with the bones of a baby was not first found in a temple, but in a Kyoto flower building. ”

The monk's brows furrowed slightly.

When I heard the name, it vaguely looked like an ancient brothel, and I heard two meaningful dry laughs from the old woman.

"It seems that although the master is cultivating in the deep mountain temple, he has also heard of the best green building in Kyoto, yes, Huamanlou is the gold cave of those dignitaries and nobles in Kyoto, in the wind and moon field, singing every night, drunk gold fans, it is the paradise of the world. ”

The old woman slowly talked about the past of Hua Manlou.

It turned out that the Qinglou, which was a smash hit a year ago, also had a time when it couldn't be operated, and there was no shortage of women in Fireworks Willow Lane, but if you can make a restaurant distinctive, let those men who spend money linger, each family has its own tricks.

According to what the old woman said, the girls who are full of flowers are not the most top-notch in Hualiu Lane, and their appearance is not enough to be the top ones, they want to emerge from the many brothels, so they can only work hard from the side, such as ...... Solve the worries of men who spend money to buy amorous.

"This Huaman Village, originally not called this name, just a deserted village in the deep mountains, and then the proprietress of Huamanlou set up a dark pile here, allocated money to repair, and also took in the nearby mountain villagers to live, decades later, there is this Huaman Village. ”