The night is cold like water, the wind is like a knife, and the moon is like a hook.

Prosperous and worldly, drunk and gold-obsessed, Nie Xiaoqian sat alone in the lake pavilion, and spent the old year with a lonely lamp.

In the face of the door gods posted by hundreds of households and thousands of families in the county seat of Guobei County, she was not strong enough, so she had to retreat gloomily and returned to Lanruo Temple.

The "Taiyin Refining Method" is complete, and the literary atmosphere is like a moth to a fire, gathering from all directions.

The wind blew, the ink scrolls fluttered in the sky, Nie Xiaoqian stood up, the beads on the temples shook slightly, the skirt was like falling flowers, the long sleeves were rotated left and right, and the water shone like flowers, taking them all back.

The Huangshi paperweight sent by Wang Qiongying was put aside, and it was "Six-Fingered Piano Demon" that was halfway written.

It's just that when she wrote about Huang Xuemei plucking the strings and Lu Tengkong's blood spilling this chapter, she was a little lazy and didn't want to write.

After a long night, alone, meditating, that trace of the thought of the past life took root and sprouted, and instantly grew into a towering tree, covering the stars and the moon.

Just when Nie Xiaoqian was feeling depressed, her head hung down slightly, and she saw the bamboo basket next to the low table, which contained stacks of gold paper and peach paper.

"The lights are put on in the city for three days in a row on the Shangyuan Festival, and there is a poetry meeting on the night of the Lantern Festival, sister, your poetry is unique, be sure to come back at that time, sister is waiting for you."

Thinking of Wang Qiongying's earnest time when she was leaving, thinking that the Shangyuan Festival was approaching, and she didn't know if she could return to the city, Nie Xiaoqian thought about it and put the gold paper on peach paper.

The gold paper folds the lamp, and the powder paper inscribes poems, and the chat is to send nostalgia.

She is ingenious, and her spring-like fingers are like butterflies wearing flowers, folding gold notes into peach blossom lanterns.

Then he rubbed the incense ink, waved his pen, and wrote a poem on the powder paper that expressed his heart and old poems, and put them on the peach blossom lantern.

Life is not allowed to be a chest, even at the age of 100, she is still young, she died, became a ghost, regretted it, and can no longer let the blocks fill her chest.

Three fireworks, several soul lights!

A lotus lamp is lit and sent to the rippling lake, the fireworks are shining red candles, the wind is rolling in the clouds, and the smoke is dancing in the sky, like the ripples of the faint sobbing in the small mirror lake, meandering away.

The soul lamp is smooth and smooth, and it flows into the water to the northwest.

The hard work at Lanling Wharf was heavy, but the handsome little elder relied on his restrained iron muscles and bones, and his strength, he stayed for several days.

From carrying the bag in the morning to the moon and the stars, he is like a hard-working old scalper, who eats less and does more, and even the coolie leader Lu Fei is happy, and every time he leaves work, he asks him to drink.

The other coolies thought that this little elder, who was handsome in appearance and had never been married, had stayed on the dock for so long because he wanted to earn more money so that he could return to the temple.

It's just a little strange that since that night, when I saw the peach blossom lantern like a ghost, floating from the smoke and waves, this little elder declined Lu Fei's invitation every night after work, but waited on the shore and scooped up the peach blossom lanterns on the shore.

The other coolies felt very unlucky because Lu Fei said that these peach blossom lanterns were ghost lamps, and at the same time, they all felt very unlucky, so they couldn't avoid them.

The little elder not only picked up the peach blossom lantern, but also took out the pink paper from the peach blossom lantern, as if he wanted to see what was going on.

All the pink notes were folded into strange little animals, most of them were crane-shaped, and the twelve zodiac signs were among them, he carefully spread them out, and on the residual candle fireworks on the peach blossom lantern, he saw the remnants of the powder paper written in all kinds of ghosts.

Wild graves and barren mounds, the demonic atmosphere is thousands of miles across the universe.

Du Yu cried blood, and the lonely soul was cold.

Qingshan sighed speechlessly, and the morning dew was lightning.

Where the ghost is gone, the green mountains are there, not Nanke's dream.

If these peach blossom lanterns are really released by ghosts to find a way out for the dead souls, it is really too sad.

The little elder sighed unconsciously, raised his eyes and looked out, as if he saw the mist, mottled shadows and blurred depths, the treacherous and desolate Lanruo Ancient Temple with white bones, ghost lamps like paint, lonely souls and lonely throats, ink broken words, and whispered about three thousand karma.

The cold wind blows the bells and hangs the moon hook, and the ghosts on the graves of thousands of mountains chirp. The white bones are draped in hair and speak Swen, and the poems are cold.

He couldn't help but feel the roots vividly, and decided that after a few days, he would have to go to the Nalan Ruo Ghost Temple no matter what, even if there were no ghosts or demons there.

"Little Elder, there is a note on this lamp. It won't be the willow tops on the moon, people will be about after dusk, right? ”

When he turned around, he saw Lu Fei coming over at some point, probing his brain, and teasing him with his eyebrows.

This "willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk", naturally Lu Fei, who often regretted not being a pirate in a midnight dream, heard it from the storyteller, and thought it was interesting, so he secretly remembered it in his heart.

"The light boat is rippling with jade waves, and the lake lanterns are put before the Shangyuan Festival. Fanbei is accompanied by the rhyme of Shengguan, and the moon rises again in the east mountain of the ancient temple. The little elder chanted a few words of poetry, waved the poetry note in his hand, and a hint of banter flashed on his face, and he said to Lu Fei, "I don't want the donor to be interested, since this is the case, you might as well refer to it together." ”

"Lao Tzu is a rough man, he can't read big characters, where can he understand any poems and words." When Lu Fei saw that the little elder was about to stuff the poem into his hand, he was so frightened that he waved his hand and retreated sharply.

In such a scene, the group of coolies behind him couldn't help laughing.

Boss Lu wants to be a scholar and a talented scholar to read poetry, no, garlic is inserted in the pig's nose, and it is exposed all of a sudden.

While the laughter on the dock continued, a large ship slowly sailed out of the mist like a mountain.

Seeing that the big ship seemed to be a wraith coming out of the vast waters, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the coolies looked at each other.

Lu Fei's face was different, and he muttered to himself: "Who is it, they only arrived in the middle of the night?" ”

When the big ship came to the shore, there was no sound, and I saw a large number of people on the boat, each with a torch in his hand, and a long knife at his waist, leaning on the edge of the boat to look down.

Under the glittering firelight, you can faintly see the flying fish suit and embroidered spring knife.

Lu Fei, who was just thinking about going up to talk and seeing if he could catch the job, contracted his pupils and fixed his footsteps in place.

When the dozen or so people stood still, a middle-aged man with a white face and beard, a luan belt and embroidered python clothes, and a noble and cold posture walked out.

A brocade-clothed Qianhu stepped forward, glanced at Lu Fei and them under the boat, and then respectfully said to the middle-aged man: "Duke, there are a few people watching over there, in order to hide people's eyes, isn't it?" ”

As he spoke, he made a wiping motion with his hand.

"A few illiterate coolies, let them go, don't make any trouble." The "Governor" put his hands behind his back and didn't care.

However, when his gaze swept over the little elder standing on the shore, his gaze was slightly condensed, and he said slowly: "It's the little monk in front of him, you need to pay attention." ”

"Little monk?" Jinyi Qianhu stared at the little monk who seemed inconspicuous just now, and when he was puzzled, he bowed down and asked, "What does the governor mean?" ”

"Aren't your eyes usually bright, why are you blinded by the fog tonight?" "Dugong" said coldly, no longer paying attention to Jinyi Qianhu, and turned away.

Jinyi Qianhu's body trembled, cold sweat flowed down, and after a while, he didn't even dare to wipe the sweat, and called the two foremen: "Tell me to go down, keep an eye on the monk below, and if you find anything wrong, come back immediately to report." ”

"Yes, Senho-sama."