Huzi followed Li Lintang to the East Chamber, and saw Mr. Peng sitting at the table, with a sad face. He said in his heart that this was the same as his own instruction of Zhao Shankun, the senior brother shouted at the junior brother, and it was not Li Lintang who was looking for him to have something, but Mr. Peng.

"Dad, you called me?" Huzi stepped forward to say hello first, and then moved a small stool and sat next to Mr. Peng.

Mr. Peng stretched out his hand and pointed to the table: "I have something here, you can take a look." ”

Huzi looked at Mr. Peng's fingertips and reached out to pick up the small object. It's not a particularly unusual plaything, it's just a snuffbox.

Snuff bottles, as the name suggests, are small pots that can be carried around for snuff. The habit of Chinese smoking snuff has to be counted from the Ming Dynasty, but at that time it was not widely spread, mostly in the southeast coastal area, and some people liked to smoke snuff. During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, many Western missionaries came, and they brought snuff with them, and it became a royal favor. It is said that the Qianlong Emperor was particularly fond of using snuff bottles to reward ministers, but I don't know if it's true or not.

Nowadays, this snuff bottle is not just used to hold snuff, there are more and more materials, and the workmanship is getting finer and finer. A small snuff box, what agate, jade, white jade, coral, ivory, enamel, all have. Fengtian is also one of the production areas of snuff bottles in the Great Qing Kingdom, rich in coral snuff bottles, so Huzi is no stranger to this thing. Dignitaries like to use this as a comparison, which carver is more refined, which style is more novel, which material is more expensive, even if it is a rich person who does not smoke snuff, he also likes to collect a few snuff bottles to play.

Even the most inconspicuous glass pot has been tricked by those skillful craftsmen, and a craft called inner painting has been derived. Not only glass pots, but also crystals, agate, amber and other things can be used as the base of the inner painting. With an extremely slender pen, poke into the spout of the pot, and draw flowers, birds, fish and insects on the inner wall of the pot. So much so that five major schools have been derived, countless masters have been born, and they have become a profession and a job.

The one that Huzi is holding in his hand is not a precious material, but an ordinary glass square pot. However, the portraits painted on the inner walls are detailed and lifelike. Even Huzi, who doesn't know how to appreciate it, can see at a glance that this is from the hands of a famous artist.

It's just that since Mr. Peng asked him to see it, it must be more than just a snuff bottle, it should be a mystery inside. But Huzi looked open, horizontally and vertically, but he didn't see a clear one. It seems like it's just a regular snuffbox.

In desperation, Huzi had to put the snuffbox on the table again: "Dad, I didn't see anything." ”

Mr. Peng sighed lightly: "Yes, it's been several years, and it's normal that you can't recognize it." If you think about it, who is the person on this snuffbox? ”

Needless to say, as soon as Mr. Peng mentioned this, Huzi took a closer look, and felt that the woman painted on the snuffbox had a somewhat familiar eyebrows and eyes. This is a girl with heavenly feet, about fifteen or sixteen, wearing a full gown and a skirt, a pair of embroidered shoes on her feet, and she is standing against a jujube tree, smiling.

The more he looked, the more familiar Huzi felt. Suddenly remembered, and slapped the table: "This...... Isn't this Sister Ganoderma lucidum? ”

"Be quiet!" Zhao Shankun pressed his throat and glanced at Huzi, "If my apprentice hears it, I will beat you to death." ”

Sister Lingzhi is Zhao Shankun's child daughter-in-law, and she has a good relationship with Huzi and Xiaojiu, and she is a girl with a rough face and a delicate heart. At the beginning, the Russians entered the city and washed the Zhao family's mansion in blood. A huge mansion, in the end, only Zhao Shankun was left alive. And Lingzhi, it was Huzi and Zhao Shankun who saw their heads cut off with their own eyes.

In fact, it's no wonder that Huzi can't think of it, after all, many years have passed, and it is difficult to remember it if he doesn't deliberately mention it. What's more, he never imagined that Lingzhi would be painted on a snuffbox. No wonder Zhao Shankun doesn't want to know about this matter, if he knows, he will inevitably be sad again.

"What's the matter with this snuffbox?" Huzi still didn't understand the meaning, and didn't understand why Mr. Peng called him, "Where did you get it from?" ”

Mr. Peng smiled bitterly, stood up and waved his hand: "You should stand back." ”

Huzi retreated to the wall as he said, and Mr. Peng also stood far away, and as soon as he pulled the lid of the snuffbox, a black smoke came out of the snuffbox and turned into a hideous-looking ghost!

This evil ghost opened its teeth and danced its claws, first around Mr. Peng, and then jumped straight towards Huzi. Previously, Mr. Peng said to let Huzi retreat a little, Huzi was prepared, seeing the evil ghost rushing towards him, Huzi pinched the magic trick in his hand, and a golden light was about to hit the evil ghost's body.

But the spell still failed. Without waiting for Huzi to make a move, Mr. Peng shouted "Close", and the evil ghost turned into a cloud of black smoke and was taken back into a small snuffbox.

Although it was only for a moment, this was what Huzi could see clearly, and this evil ghost with teeth and claws was undoubtedly Lingzhi.

Not everyone can become a ghost after death, only those who are obsessed and wronged can give birth to "ghosts" by taking advantage of the right time and place when they die. It stands to reason that Ganoderma lucidum has become a ghost, which is understandable. I'm still playing hide and seek with two boys here, and my head was cut off in an instant, so I can't say anything.

But it doesn't make sense, because the Zhao family's mansion was not empty later, but became the command post of Tsarist Russia in Changtu Mansion. A group of soldiers with vigorous yang energy live there, and no matter how vicious the ghost is, they may not be able to eat it, or they should be dispersed by yang energy in a few days. Even if the resentment was so heavy, he was trapped and locked somewhere, a place that foreigners don't usually touch, and he was lucky enough to survive, but after that, the Japanese lived in it again, and there was an onmyoji there. How could she be tolerated? There are too many strange things in this, and it gives Huzi a headache.

Mr. Peng put the snuff bottle on the table again, beckoned Huzi to come over, and said, "This thing is a gift for Grandma Seventeen." She sent her disciples out to run errands, and finally begged you, it was you who surrendered to the unvained monk, and it should be handed over to you to deal with. But Chou'er took away people's hearts, and your idea of wanting to stay alive was in vain, this snuffbox was sent by Hu Chuanwen, saying that it was a compensation. ”

Huzi frowned slightly: "Seventeen grandmothers, her old man is a little disagreeable, right?" Hu Chuanwen is Yueyue's personal report horse, and now he is named on the hall list, even if he is the blood descendant of Grandma Seventeen, Grandma Seventeen is not qualified to be called like this, right? But let's not talk about this matter first, this snuff bottle, Hu Chuanwen didn't say it, what kind of name is it? ”

"Since it's compensation, it has to be related to the original thing." Mr. Peng nodded, "You want to keep the innocent monk alive, just to find out the news about that 'immortal master'." Didn't we investigate this matter with Grandma Seventeen before? This snuffbox was something that Grandma Seventeen got in an abandoned dojo, and it was related to that immortal master. Come and see. ”

Mr. Peng brought the snuff box close to the lamp, and under the reflection of the light, the body of the bottle was transparent, and some extremely delicate lines appeared in the painting. This pattern is not an ordinary sketch for the sake of beauty, but the tiger is very familiar - it is exactly the same as the carving on the stone rune! Thinking about it, it was also the formation isolation, so that when the soul of Lingzhi was collected in it, even Huzi couldn't see the difference, and just thought it was an ordinary snuffbox.

"Is this the sin of that immortal master?" Huzi's eyes widened, "It's so vicious, he won't let it go when Sister Lingzhi dies." But that doesn't make sense, does it? The snuffbox was found in an abandoned dojo? ”

Mr. Peng rubbed his eyebrows and said, "According to Hu Chuanwen's description, this is not a dojo, that is, it is nothing more than someone who has done a few Dharma services here. Lingzhi's soul is incomplete, resentful but has no mana, if it is said that it is difficult to hurt ordinary people, think about it, this is also the reason why this snuff bottle was abandoned. I'm afraid that Lingzhi is just one of the spells that this 'immortal master' researches. ”

Huzi gritted his teeth hatefully: "Bah! This demon is too deceitful! ”

Li Lintang suddenly spoke: "If it's about that immortal master, this snuffbox is definitely not as valuable as a living innocent monk." I called you here, not to let you scold, but to discuss with you, whether this matter should be known to the dog. ”

Huzi was stunned and didn't answer. Mr. Peng explained: "It is reasonable to say that Lingzhi is the wife of Zhao Shankun Ming Media, even if it is a child daughter-in-law, it is also famous. Now that we have the remnant soul of Lingzhi, what should we do with it, I asked him. But Shankun's heart is not stable, and there is the influence of Song Xiongfang's carving, so we are considering whether to talk to him about this matter. ”

Li Lintang continued: "Although I am his master, I am definitely not as close as your little brothers. So we discussed, and asked what you mean, is it appropriate to tell Shankun about this? ”

This time, Huzi made a difficulty, sat there, and couldn't speak for a long time. As Mr. Peng said, if it is reasonable, Zhao Shankun should be allowed to make his own decision. But according to Huzi's knowledge, no matter what the Lingzhi becomes, if Zhao Shankun gets it, he will definitely refuse to let it dissipate. If Lingzhi still has spiritual wisdom, it's just a big deal to cultivate a ghost immortal, and the ghost family has many exercises suitable for ghost immortals.

The problem now is that this remnant soul of Lingzhi has no spiritual wisdom at all, but is just a mass of yin qi with a strong aura, bound together by the remnant soul. Leaving such a thing in the world is a kind of torture for both the living and the dead.

In the end, Huzi sighed lightly and said, "Whether it is for the sake of the dog or Sister Lingzhi, the best way is to disperse this cloud of yin qi and let Sister Lingzhi be liberated." Actually, uncle, it's not my father looking for me, it's you who are looking for me. And you didn't come to me because it was difficult to decide, you already had a plan in your heart, and you just wanted me to say it. ”

Mr. Peng smiled and nodded, and Li Lintang's face was a little unbearable, but he just waved his hand and didn't say anything.

Huzi was unforgiving: "You feel sorry for your apprentice, and you don't want to be this wicked person." You want to have peace of mind, why do you have to push me? ”

"It's almost there," Li Lintang grimaced, "What's the matter with the junior teaching me that I'm still addicted?" ”

Huzi hugged his fists and said to forgiveness: "Uncle Shi, how dare I?" You're a distressed dog, and it's too late for me to be happy. Let me be this wicked man, let me be this wicked man. In the future, if Shankun knows and asks, I will carry it all. ”

Before he finished speaking, Huzi grabbed the snuff bottle, pulled out the lid of the pot, and a black smoke came out, but before he could transform into shape, he was killed by a golden light from Huzi and dissipated between heaven and earth. Immediately afterwards, the girl with her back to the tree on the snuffbox also disappeared, leaving only the leafy jujube tree.

Mr. Peng glanced at Huzi, took the snuffbox in Huzi's hand, and said with a smile: "Here, there are still articles to do." ”

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