Illusion has existed since ancient times.

Not to mention the strange books such as chatting about Zhai and reading the notes of Wei Caotang, even the "Water Margin", which is fist-to-flesh and bloody, has been mentioned: "Occasionally travel to Kongtong Mountain, meet strangers to teach illusions, can call the wind and rain, and drive the fog and clouds." ”

In fact, there are many descendants until now.

The low-end hand-plugged oil pan, the high-end luck hurts.

Even when you are still snotty, the whole world is handed over to you: you are the rising sun, you are the flower, you are the successor......

Qi Zihuan is carrying a mirror of delusion, so he is naturally not afraid of some tricks that cover people's eyes, but can he really see through the kind of illusion that can confuse sentient beings and forget about life and death?

For example, love.

For example, succession.

Having said that, this person's melon planting technique is very simple, and Qi Zihuan is too lazy to peek through it, just to have fun with everyone.

After hearing the monk next to him who obviously had a Japanese accent say something, Qi Zihuan's eyes suddenly lit up like fireflies in the night.

He finally understood which world he was in, and he also knew who the monk and a scholar man around him were.

Kukai and Hakujuyi.

Needless to say, Bai Juyi can write a natural paragraph just by prefixing his name, forcing the young successors of the year to memorize the New Yuefu Movement he advocated in history class after memorizing "The Charcoal Seller" in Chinese class.

As for the monk Kukai, he came to the Tang Dynasty as an envoy to study in the Tang Dynasty, worshiped under Master Huiguo, and studied Esoteric Buddhism in Chang'an, and founded the Buddhist Shingon Sect after returning to China, and his status in the history of the 11th district is very high, and even belongs to the super big IP like Tang Seng.

The Shingon Sect mentioned here is the legendary Dongmi, that is, the school that miscopied the nine-character mantra that Qi Zihuan learned.

The artist just heard the monk's words, and when everyone rushed to visit, he walked to Kuhai and Bai Juyi with a watermelon that was cut in half.

"This master, do you want to eat melons?"

"Didn't bring any money." Kukai smiled faintly.

"Melons want money, illusions don't want money. Since you have seen it through, of course you don't dare to take your money. ”

The artist is also open-minded, and bluntly says that he is an illusion.

"Only one of those melons is real, right?"

Kukai had not yet learned Buddhism at this time, and he did not understand the truth that people are difficult to dismantle.

"Shh The entertainer raised a finger and glanced left and right before saying, "Listen to your accent is from the Japanese country, right?" Since there is fate, this melon will be given to you. ”

After saying that, he enthusiastically stuffed the watermelon into Kukai's arms, laughed heartily and turned away.

Qi Zihuan watched Kuhai slowly leave the West Market with a watermelon in his arms, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He knew that this watermelon would turn into a salty fish head in Bai Juyi's exclamation, and just when Kukai thought that he had already seen through it, he found that the fish head was missing, and the watermelon was still a watermelon.

True or false, I can't tell.

Qi Zihuan looked at the bridge again, and when the onlookers were approaching the bamboo frame and preparing to pick melons for verification, suddenly their eyes flickered, the bamboo frame was still empty, and all the ripe watermelons disappeared.

There was another round of applause, and some generous people threw some silver coins into the field, which was counted as a reward for the artist.

When the crowd dispersed, the entertainers began to pack up their things, untie the bamboo frames one by one, and bundle them together.

Qi Zihuan approached slowly and said with a smile: "Mr. is really a good skill." ”

"Carving insect skills, you can't get on the table." The entertainer looked up at the young man in front of him in surprise, and said modestly, "It's also used to make everyone happy, is the son still happy to see it?" ”

Qi Zihuan took out a bit of broken silver from the money bag on his waist and handed it over, and said sincerely: "Not only am I happy to see it, but I also really want to talk to Mr. about this illusion again, and I want to feast Mr. in the evening, I don't know if I can appreciate my face?" ”

The entertainer stopped what he was doing and stood up straight and looked at Qi Zihuan, as if he was speculating on the true intentions of this young man who suddenly appeared.

After a while, he suddenly grinned and asked, "Do you have any wine?" ”

"Yes."

"Do you have any meat to eat?"

"Not only meat, but also women." Qi Zihuan winked at the artist and gave a "you know" look.

"Haha, okay. Where is it? ”

"Evening, Hu Yulou."

……

Qi Zihuan came to Hu Yulou early, looking at the carved railings and paintings, the magnificent and gorgeous buildings, and the warblers and warblers and Yanyan who were shuttling and laughing in the corridors, he couldn't help but feel that the previous ten days were really a waste of life.

It's no wonder that he, who knew that there were so many movies in the Tang Dynasty, and the world he entered turned out to be "The Legend of the Demon Cat".

Although this movie is set in Chang'an, the Tang Dynasty, it is basically a story about foreigners.

Look at the characters in it, Monk Kukai is a Japanese person, An Lushan is a Hu person, and Yang Yuhuan is a half-Hu person of mixed blood......

Even the black cat's eyes were brass...... Well, it's a Bombay cat.

Since the director likes to shoot orchids, it is natural that he will not meet the protagonists in a traditional red-light district like Pingkangfang, because the most exotic place in the whole Chang'an is the West Market.

Hu Yulou is near the West Market, and unlike the elegance and restraint of Pingkangfang, the red walls and green tiles here, the curves are fast, and some of the more open-dressed miki and orchids make people want to linger in it, drunk and dreaming of death.

Qi Zihuan followed the diligent bustard upstairs, pretending to be unintentional and asked, "I heard that Lord Bai Lotian is also here today?" Which banquet hall is he, can the young lady show me the way? ”

"This ...... Lord Bai is a talented man, and he has always liked to be clean, so it's not good to bother like this......" The old bustard with a heavy fat face looked embarrassed.

Clean fart, at this time, Bai Juyi should be taking Kukai to enjoy a orchid named Yulian dancing, and the room is full of Jin Wuwei after work.

They were investigating the case of the emperor's evil death, and at this time, they had already found a suspicious black cat sneaking into the palace at that time. It was rumored that there was a black cat in the house of Chen Yunchen, the leader of Jin Wuwei, who could speak people's mouths, so they followed here and rubbed the song and dance performances ordered by others by the way.

"My name is Qi Zihuan, and I have always liked to write some small poems, I especially admire Lord Bai, and I hope that Miss will be convenient." Qi Zihuan already held some broken silver in his hand and stuffed it.

"Oh, it turned out that it was Qi Gongzi who made 'this situation can be recalled, but it was already rude at the time'." The old bustard pinched the amount of broken silver in his hand, and suddenly smiled like a flower, "Presumably Lord Bai is also happy to make friends with a young talent like Qi Gongzi, you can wait for a while." ”

The old bustard beckoned a turtle male, and after asking in a low voice which banquet hall Bai Juyi was in, he twisted his thick waist to lead Qi Zihuan over.

Qi Zihuan slapped his forehead, as if he had just remembered, and said: "By the way, I still have a friend from the rivers and lakes who is coming, and he will report my name, and ask the young lady to lure him to look for me at that time." ”

"Definitely, definitely."

As they spoke, the two of them came to the door of a large hall.

When the door opened, Kukai was dancing with a fair-skinned orchid to the sound of a beautiful voice.

Qi Zihuan sighed.

He didn't know whether the monks from outside would recite the scriptures.

But at least dance.