On June 18 of the third year of the Great Xia Dynasty, the tengu swallowed the sun, and there was no day for a moment, but fortunately, Xiatun County had already prepared, and the officials and the people moved gongs and drums to scare off the tengu, and Rao was so that no one was at ease, and the people gathered on the street for three consecutive days and nights.

Although the tengu is frightened, more strange things begin to spread.

A small man who had taken refuge in the street was bold, and was encouraged by a few idlers to decide to go home and sleep, but when he walked alone to the alley in front of his house, he encountered a group of strange people.....

"Those men were tall and dressed in black, holding five-colored flags and strange faces."

The little people screamed, and the lanterns in their hands fell, and the flames were kindled, and the men disappeared into the walls.

"The little man was found the next day, and he was dead."

When the people in the teahouse heard this, they exclaimed, and many people shouted.

"It's a ghost."

"It's a hooker."

"Definitely." An old man with a wrinkled face shook his head and twisted his beard, "It's not a ghost, it's a god." ”

Gods and ghosts are naturally different, and the people are overjoyed: "Old Man Fang, is it really a god?" ”

Old Fang Weng's face was not happy, only sad: "It's a plague god." ”

Immortals and immortals are also different, and the people who heard the word plague were shocked, their faces turned pale, and they made a noise.

No one doubted Fang Laoweng's words, Fang Laoweng was the oldest scholar living in this county.

"It's written in the books, and that's what the plague god is." He said, and then read out a series of awkward text descriptions, and looked up at the sky outside, the sun in the sky has returned to its original state, but it is still very dazzling with a strange white halo, "Every time there is a great change, the plague god will inevitably appear." ”

The people in the teahouse were even more alarmed: "So we are going to have a catastrophe in Xiatun County!" ”

Before Fang Laoweng could answer this question, there was an even louder commotion on the street, as if he had returned to the day when the tengu first appeared.

"Go and see, the five people have caught demons."

"There is a demon in Dingjiazhuang."

This is more amazing than the appearance of the plague god who does not know the truth or falsehood, and the people in the teahouse are pouring out, boldly merging into the street to tell each other and see the lively crowd, and the timid are fleeing to their homes in panic, and they will not be able to leave the door from today.

The teahouse became empty in the blink of an eye, and the tables and chairs were messy, but Old Man Fang was still sitting at the table with a tea bowl.

"Old Man Fang, why don't you go and see it?" The guy at the teahouse asked, and he was hesitating to go and see it.

Fang Laoweng said: "What is there to see. ”

It's a monster, but Fang Laoweng must have seen it after living for so long, and he doesn't think it's unusual, he is still young and hasn't seen it yet, the guy put down the teapot and slipped out, and when he gets old in the future, he can talk to the younger generations and grandchildren, this kind of thing is not often encountered.

The shopkeeper shouted angrily a few times to no avail.

The teahouse is empty, and the hustle and bustle of the street is far away, like an empty city.

The shopkeeper didn't follow, the guy could endure being scolded and ran to see the excitement, he didn't dare to leave the store alone, compared to the monster, the owner was more scary.

"There are five people here, and the monster will definitely not be able to set off the wind and waves." He looked out and said with some ease.

Wudao people are the Taoist priests of Qingfeng Temple in Yunmeng Mountain outside Xiatun County, and there is a fairy technique to catch ghosts and exorcise demons, and it is said that the county order can prepare in advance to expel the tengu this time is the five Taoist people, with such immortals, the plague god should also be able to be accommodating, as for the monster, it is nothing.

The shopkeeper's words were not answered, and Fang Laoweng did not look relaxed when he held the tea bowl, adding a little sadness: "There are monsters in the blue sky and the day, and there are many ghosts in the troubled times, and the evil land is full of ghosts, and there is really going to be a catastrophe." ”

With that, he threw the tea bowl on the ground, hid his face, cried loudly, and stumbled away.

The shopkeeper was startled, hesitated and did not chase after him to ask for the broken tea bowl money.

People who have been reading for a long time are a little crazy, so don't provoke them at this time.

The old man above the street here is lonely and crying about the catastrophe of the troubled world, but the crowds of people in Dingjiazhuang outside the city are quiet and silent.

Dingjiazhuang is at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, in the hot summer of June, at the foot of the mountain behind the village, a flat and unobstructed field, the lush crops are trampled to the side, the field is full of people, the farmers who love the fields and crops as their lives do not go to drive away and scold, everyone's eyes are concentrated on a field in the middle.

There is a vacant field here, there is only one person, white eyebrows and long beard, dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a peach wood sword, surrounding a leafy small tree, sometimes running angrily, sometimes closing his eyes and shaking, the wide Taoist robe fluttering, suddenly angry, the peach wood sword slashed at the small tree, did not approach, but roared a fireball, the small tree was instantly engulfed in flames, and there was a shocking sound all around, and then cheers were like thunder.

"The dryad was killed by the Heavenly Fire."

"The five people have a good spell."

With cheers, the village elder was helped forward and thanked the solemn Taoist again and again, but many people asked how this small tree was a monster, a small tree that looked ordinary.

Hearing the inquiry, a local man smiled deeply: "Because there were no trees in this field." ”

When they looked into the field, they found that there were only crops and no trees in the field, except for the small tree that was burning.

On the night after the Tengu swallowed day, a woman woke up at night to notice a noise in the yard, and saw a figure stealing chickens in front of the chicken coop, a peasant woman shouting and catching thieves, and the lights were shining in the neighborhood....

"The thief was naked, thin and gray, with limbs like branches, green hair mopping the floor, blood from the corners of his mouth, and devouring live chickens."

When the demon was discovered, he got up and threw himself at the woman, and when he blew on her, she fell to the ground.

"The neighbors sounded the gongs and drums to drive away the tengu, and another hound barked wildly to bite the white ghost, and the white ghost ran out of the village and disappeared, and the villagers trembled and did not dare to search, and when the day dawned along the bloodstains, they saw that there was a small tree in the field."

"When you look closer, there is a hunting dog bite wound on the trunk of the little tree, and it is bleeding."

As the people who told the story of shrunken shoulders and biting their fingers looked at the field again, the small tree was almost burned, the young leaves were blackened, and the trunk was scorched, like a human form.

Sure enough, it is a tree demon, fortunately there are five people here, otherwise the people in the village will be poisoned.

"It's called a maple ghost in the book."

The man who said this was standing not far away on the mountain road, he was a young monk, wearing a blue and old monk's robe, and the mountain road was lined with trees on both sides, which blocked the dappled sunlight, and his face was also blurred, as if covered with a layer of dust.

He stood with his staff in his hand, looking down at the fields in front of him high and far away, and the people in his sight mingled with the small trees that had extinguished the flames.

"Monk Mu has seen this ghost?" Someone asked.

This person sat on a rock next to the mountain road below, he was a middle-aged rich man who was not a monk or a chubby, and he talked about ghosts in the mouth of the burning ghost under the mountain, he did not have the slightest fear, and his small eyes smiled.

Monk Mu looked down the mountain, and the dappled sunlight jumped on him: "Ghosts are only in the book." ”

Does it mean that there are no ghosts in the world? The rich man was interested: "Monks don't believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, what kind of monk is it, and what kind of Buddha does it worship." ”

Monk Mu said lightly: "It's not that I don't believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, but ghosts and gods are no different from people, and they also have their own destiny of life and death, so you don't need to care." ”

The rich man was even more puzzled: "I don't care about this eclipse god, ghost and monster, so what should I care about?" ”

The wooden monk raised his head, and the wooden staff in his hand raised a finger: "The ghost spirit that shouldn't exist in the world." ”

The rich man followed his gaze, which was looking ahead, but then fell over the sea of gathered people to the end of the field in the distance.

There was a path at the end of the field, and at this time there were two people walking, one tall and the other short, as if to avoid the harsh sun, both of them were in black robes and black shirts, one wearing a black oil hat, and the other holding a black oil umbrella in his hand.

Condescendingly, looking into the distance, compared to the crowd, these two people are like two lonely ants.

As if sensing the sight here, the two people who were walking stopped.

The hustle and bustle of the fields in the sunlight is like waves of wheat.

The frightened, nervous and quiet crowd for a long time wantonly vented, or gathered to tell what they had seen, heard and thought, or rushed to see the dead trees, or followed the patriarch in awe and gratitude, hugging the Taoist priest behind him, trying to contaminate some immortal blessings.

No one noticed the two men on the path at the end of the field.

"Miss, I'll go over and see what's going on." The man in the hat raised his head, and his face showed a young and resolute face under the hat, and his gaze withdrew from the crowd and fell on the man holding the black umbrella.

The black umbrella was not raised, but lowered a little more, and the black umbrella covered the face in the hot summer of June, and the black cloak covered the figure: "You don't have to go." ”

The voice is a woman.

From a distance, the two stopped at the same time, but in fact it was the woman who stopped first, and the man who followed stopped.

She stopped and turned to the side of the field, which was so noisy and lively, she had never seen it all the way, so she was curious.

But she refused to visit, not wanting to know what was going on.

The man responded, and the woman holding the umbrella walked forward, and the noise here was unheard.

.....

.....

Two ant-like figures slowly walked along the road, and the rich man standing on the mountain road retracted his gaze.

"Are they looking at you?" He said excitedly, "I can actually detect it, which shows that I have some skills." ”

The wooden staff in the wooden monk's hand hung down, and he looked at the two people on the road.

"Dare to appear in the world, naturally, there are some skills." He said.

The rich man sighed: "It's not easy to hear your praise." He also described solemnly, "Since it's a ghost that needs to be cared about, why don't you get rid of it?" Not to mention that they found you. ”

Since the danger is discovered, the other party may have to make the first move or escape.

The wooden staff suddenly sounded softly, and the monk retracted his gaze, turned around and flicked his sleeves lightly, and walked up the mountain road: "You don't need me to make a move, you have your own harvest." ”

Dryad monsters can exist, but he wants people to get rid of them, so don't bother with this non-existent monster? The rich man jumped down from the rock: "What does it mean that you can't exist?" ”

Monk Mu turned his head again, at this time he walked out of the shade of the tree, his face appeared in the sun, the dust on his face faded to reveal a clean eyebrow, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky: "It's just that the sun is not visible." ”

The rich man looked up at the sky and smiled: "This day is here, how can you not see it?" ”

He looked at the two figures on the road again, everything was under the sky, how could he never see the light of day?

"What happens when you see the day?" He asked.

"Will die."

The monk's voice came.

Seeing that the sun will die, then there is really no need for anyone to take action, the destiny is irresistible, the rich man retracted his gaze, saw that the monk had already walked towards the mountain, and was busy shaking his fat body to chase after him.

"Monk, are you really staying here with a Taoist priest? Beware of the Buddha blaming you. ”

"The Buddha is in my heart, how can you blame me for where I went?"

"It's hard to argue, I can't argue with you."

"I haven't seen you much in terms of making money and governing the family."

"Monk, it's not good to be so mean."

With the exchange of words, the two walked on the mountain road, but they did not enter the forest and only heard no people, and gradually the human voices were also hidden in the forest, and the mountains were clean.

.....

.....

The hustle and bustle behind him was gone, and there were no people on the path under the scorching sun, only the soft footsteps of two people.

"Where is the front of Miss?" The man lifted his hat and looked, a trace of dazedness flashed in his eyes, although he was walking step by step, but he didn't seem to know where he was.

"Xiatun County." There was a voice from under the umbrella.

The man's expression was a little surprised: "It's Xiatun County, it's actually going around here, it's not far from Jiangling Mansion, we will be able to get home soon..."

Before he finished his words, a shout came from under the umbrella: "Fang Er! ”

The man who was called Fang Er immediately closed his mouth, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes with shame on his face, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky, the scorching sun was clear, but I don't know if it was an illusion, it seemed that there was a faint sound of thunder rolling in.

The black oil umbrella in the woman's hand was lowered a few points: "Let's go." ”

Fang Er raised his hand and pressed the hat, and followed the woman forward.

The two of them did not speak again, but walked slowly and without stopping, walking through the wilderness around the villages and towns, from the scorching sun to the setting sun, and in the twilight there was an old man walking slowly with an ox, on which sat a handful of blades of grass in the hands of a child.

Seeing the two people walking towards them, the old man and the little boy both showed surprised expressions, after all, it was not raining or the scorching sun was almost dusk, and it was very strange to hold an umbrella, and it looked at the direction they were going.....

The two were about to pass by, and the old man couldn't help but say, "Folks, where are you going?" There is a mountain ahead, and it is dark and you can't walk. ”

The woman's footsteps did not stop, the umbrella in her hand was slightly raised, and there was a mountain entrenched in the twilight ahead.

"Let's just go for a walk." She said, the umbrella lowered again.

Just take a walk?

The old man was stunned and watched the two of them walk over, it was getting dark, what to do casually? Still a woman.....

"Grandpa, grandpa." The boy on the back of the cow let out a somewhat panicked cry.

The grass in the child's hand had fallen, and his face was full of horror.

"Grandpa, that person, that person's face." He stammered, and pointed to the two of them who were walking away on the road.

What happened to that person's face? The man's face under the hat was ordinary, not scary at all, and the old man was puzzled.

"The man with the umbrella has his head and face wrapped in a black cloth." The boy gestured at his face and glared at him, "Only the gap between the eyes, nose and mouth is exposed." ”

The woman lifted the umbrella a little, and the old man could not see it from behind, and the little boy was sitting on the back of the cow and was beside him, so he saw the description.

The atmosphere of the Great Summer is civilized, and women are also as free to walk as men, and those rich women will use their faces to cover the dust and sunlight when they travel, and protect their delicate faces.

This kind of head and face wrap when there is no sunlight and no dust and sand, it should also be to protect the face, and it is not possible to see people's faces.

Or because of an injury, or because of being born ugly.

A little sympathy appeared on the old man's face, and his eyes fell on the woman with an umbrella who walked away, I don't know what she had experienced, and she was still very young when she heard the voice, so she had to be wrapped in a cloth robe to cover it, and she could only go to a place where there was no one at night, pitiful.

The woman did not perceive his pity, and walked towards the mountain, which was gradually covered in night.

Several sunrises and sunsets, when the sky was bright again, the robes were covered with mud, the black umbrella in their hands and the hat on their heads were covered with wind and dust, the two people finally stopped, looked at a city in front of them, and the three characters of Jiangling Mansion were clearly visible in the early morning sun.

"Miss, let's get to ......" Fang Er took off his hat, tried his best to restrain himself, his excitement was still difficult to hide, and he swallowed slightly when the words came to his mouth, and finally only spit out one more word, ".... Finish. ”

This time the woman didn't break him, and although the black umbrella was lowered and not raised, it nodded slightly.

"It's home." She said.

(Good morning)