readx;? I was involuntarily led by her to walk out, turned left when I went out, and soon got on Qushuiting Street. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind had stopped, but the sky was still black, as if the earth had been covered with a huge black velvet cloth.

There was no one on Qushuiting Street, only a lonely street lamp pole standing. The gust of wind just now blew all the garbage and dust on the street into the stream east of the road, so the street seemed to have just been swept and was exceptionally clean.

From Qushuiting Street to the north, until I walked to the Roller Street, I suddenly understood that she was going to take me to the private residence of the official lady.

"You're going to Aunt Guan's house, if you say it earlier, it won't be so ugly!" I cried out in a low voice.

On the way, I kept an eye on her back.

Although this is a woman, her every move is as calm as a stone mountain, so that the enemy cannot find any flaws. Her feet are fluttering, seemingly rootless, like the wind blowing a wanderer, but between the rise and fall of the left and right feet, the supporting feet of each step are extremely firm, skillfully combining movement and stillness, weight and lightness.

She stopped, looking out over the four paths at the intersection.

Go to the left, that is, the old house of the street official and aunt, and go to the right, you can lead to Quanlefang Street. To the north, it is naturally Baihuazhou, Minghu Road, and Daming Lake, and to the south, along our coming road, you can go directly to Quancheng Road.

Standing at such an intersection that extends in all directions, I felt that there was a cold wind in front of and behind, and I was completely cold.

"I'm going there, Guan Yousheng's house. She stared at me through the mask, "One thing is important, there must be a special meaning for her to choose to live here." Can you read it?" she asked.

Walking all the way to the southwest, you can enter Furong Street, Gongyuan Wallen Street or Quancheng Road, which is also a thoroughfare, not a dead end.

Before her death, Mrs. Guan was busy walking the streets and alleys to solve problems for the people in the old city, so she chose to live in this kind of accessible place, which would be more convenient to enter and exit. If I had to find something different, it would be that she always lived alone, never with a companion. However, for the impermanent, many of them live celibate, which is not an exception.

"Can't you see?" she asked.

I was just about to answer when an inexplicable whirlwind suddenly rolled around my feet.

The tuyere was about two feet in diameter, and it flew clockwise at an extremely fast speed.

If you put it in normal times, there are confetti at this intersection, it will definitely form a garbage whirlwind immediately, and the limelight can send the confetti all the way up to seven or eight meters high, and the situation is spectacular.

By now, the streets had been blown empty by the wind, so the whirlwind had become so hollow that it had not been able to roll up any garbage.

I clearly felt that there was not only the wind from nature in the whirlwind, but also one or more shadowy "people" flying up from the bottom of the earth, the river, the house, and the trees, dancing with the whirlwind.

"I know why Aunt Guan lives here—" I blurted out.

That whirlwind gave me a moment of enlightenment, very deep and wide.

It seems that in that whirlwind, there is something that the official lady has pursued all her life, that is, the soul.

She is an impermanent person, and only by approaching the soul without limits and infinitely can she get close to the pinnacle of her thaumaturgic cultivation without limits.

Therefore, she lives here in order to rely on the "geographical advantage" to pick up all the souls in the spring water at this convenient intersection, and all the changes of yin and yang are in her hands. Of course, when she reached her kind of cultivation realm, her whole body was entangled by yin spirits, and she had become the "yin body" of the most yin and cold, and any man who approached her would suffer both physical and mental damage, and she would be unable to continue in a short period of time, so she could only leave in order to save her life. This is the main reason why she chooses to live alone for a long time, and similarly, her physique cannot give birth to a healthy fetus, because it is no longer the normal law of life for normal men and women, and the ovule is dark.

It can be seen from this that as a thaumaturgist, while pursuing the realm of cultivation, he has lost too much human happiness that normal people can easily enjoy, but has gone farther and farther, entering a state of loneliness, loneliness, coldness, and loneliness. In the face of the standard of happiness or unhappiness, the thaumaturgist has deviated far from the course, and once he sets foot on this path, there is no turning back.

"What is it?" she asked.

"When she lives here, she controls the outlet of the Baiquan Confluence, which is the lifeblood of the spring water and one of the main veins of Jinan City. In addition to her daily life-changing work, she also implies a state of observation post and a card position, and living here, looking at the whole city, seems to be taking on another extremely important responsibility...... "I can realize the unusualness of Aunt Guan, but I still feel that it is not accurate enough.

The whirlwind is getting stronger and stronger, and there are more and more shadows like green smoke hidden in the wind, and its dancing posture is becoming more and more enchanting, as if telling me about the past like smoke and fog. Although it was silent, it already made me feel the mournful tone of tears.

Mortals have a good life, and every dead soul is unwilling and angry, which is the common sense of people and the common sense of the soul.

"Disperse, disperse!" she waved her hand suddenly.

The whirlwind suddenly tilted to the right, tumbling down the bluestone steps on the side of the road and sliding silently into the stream.

I clearly saw that the black image in the whirlwind was like the fireworks of the Lantern Festival, exploding in all directions, and the water returned to the water, the road returned to the road, the trees returned to the trees, and the houses returned to the houses, where they came from and where they went back. Although it was silent, when it came into my eyes, it seemed to "crackle" and burst in my ears. I can feel their sorrow, the kind of attachment of the deceased to the sun and the reluctance of the deceased to their loved ones since ancient times.

The sigh of "Alas......" came from my mouth, but it was entirely for the sake of these souls, just as all souls could not make a sound but made this faint sigh with the help of my voice.

In the past, Mrs. Guan had held countless ceremonies for the people of the old city to "summon souls and ask relatives", and was able to summon the souls of the deceased back through her voice and body, and talk to the relatives who were still in the world, so as to comfort the feelings of those relatives who missed them.

In the view of materialists, what Guan Damiang did was just some superstitious activities that pretended to be gods and ghosts, and had the nature of comfort and deception, and there was no real evidence at all, and it was impossible to really bring the souls and dead people back to the real world. At that time, I could not understand what she was doing, but at this moment, when all the souls at the crossroads were gathered and scattered, and could not be relieved, they wanted me to speak, urged me, and begged me to speak, so I could not help but let out that endless sigh from the bottom of my heart.

That sigh proves that I have entered the realm of the impermanent, and can connect with the souls of the dead.

"You get the idea. She said, "That's nice." ”

She walked to the right, went down the seven or eight steps three feet wide by the stream, stood closest to the water, and prayed with her palms together towards the rushing stream: "Only those who have passed away can be reincarnated, only those who have been reincarnated can be reincarnated, only those who have been reincarnated can they return to the world, and those who have returned to the world can see their loved ones again." At this point, the bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, and the water returns to the water, so you don't have to worry, just rush to the north to find your own path to eternal life. Don't forget, to go is to come, to come is to go, in life, there are all cycles, and in life, there are all illusions. If you see through this, you will not be afraid of death and covet life, nor will you be cowardly and live here. Go, go, go—"

Next, she bent down and plunged her hands into the water.

I have seen many prayer seekers, and at this time, they will wash their faces with water, and even take a full handful of water to drink.

This kind of action is the same as drinking incense ash water during the worship, which represents the end of a ritual and also represents the piety of the unity of heaven and man, and the unity of man and ghost.

"Worship God as God is" and "believe in it" can you gain the telepathy of the heart and reach the realm of psychic, mystery, seclusion, and spirituality. On the contrary, there will be nothing to gain, and even if you force yourself to enter the spiritual realm, you will be physically and mentally exhausted, and you will suffer from it.

For some reason, the sound of the water in the river suddenly intensified, from murmuring to rumbling, and from tumbling to rumbling.

The street lights are on, and although it is dim, it can illuminate the river.

The spring water that gathers to Qushuiting Street is the purest and purest spring, so in the middle of the night, no one disturbs it, and the water is clear and clear, without any impurities.

From where I stood, I could see that the water and grass at the bottom of the river were swaggering, like a dark green forest. The peculiarity I want to mention is not the aquatic plants, but the countless silk threads of different lengths that appear in the water, which flow into her hands from all directions.

At this moment, she is like a master of netting, using a fine net to salvage in the stream by the street of Qushuiting.

In an instant, the stream suddenly "went up" to her body, clear and bright, starting from her palms and arms, wrapping her little by little. In the end, she became a "man in the water".

The water was transparent, and I saw her in the water.

I have seen this strange and wonderful sight before, but in the classics, it is called the "Coronation Ceremony of the River Bo", which can also be interpreted as the ceremony of the "River Bo Patrol".

Regarding "Hebo", it has been mentioned in the biography of Ximen Leopard, a famous figure in the ancient Warring States period. The first half of the story, written about Simon Leopard's feat of destroying the witch who had deceived the people, was a story that materialists relished, and was widely disseminated, becoming one of the main theoretical weapons for breaking down superstition. Unfortunately, many people don't know that the story that has entered the textbooks of primary and secondary school students is just an excerpt from the whole thing, and the original story is marked with another completely opposite ending in small print at the end, the core meaning of which is to tell mankind that Hebo will always exist and will not disappear with the disparagement of a theory.

In other words, I saw her become a "river bo" or "water god".

After the water enveloped her, it did not end there, but walked up and down her body, reflecting the light of the street lamp, changing colors.

"Whoa-" A sound I had never heard before came from the south and spread rapidly over the water. The five-meter-wide river suddenly boiled, like a pot of porridge that had been boiling, and huge blisters kept rising upward, and the sound of "gurgling, gurgling" was endless.

"I'll take you home...... I'll take you home......" her voice came from the water.

The sound of "whoosh" came one after another, and the gentle stream of Suri also rose and fell under her call, and the turmoil continued.

"I'll take you home......" This time, she said in Japanese.

I was immediately surprised that she and Ming Qianying were all the way, naturally from Japan. Then, she summoned the undead in the water, and if she wanted to take them home, she naturally wanted to go back to Japan. Going deeper, all the souls of the dead in this stream belong to the Japanese, and the place where we have been watching and drawing water every day hides the souls of so many Japanese people. By extension, in the large and small springs of Jinan City, not only the souls of Chinese are hidden, but also the souls of Japanese devils are hidden.

The tens of millions of water veins in Naquan City belong to both the three million Chinese in the city and the undead of the Japanese invaders who do not know hundreds or thousands in the water.

When I think about it, I feel like I'm stuck in an ice hole.

I remember that when I was a child, all the old people told me not to bathe in the spring water, and not to just care about the cold, and to sleep by the spring. They couldn't tell the real reason, so in the summer, many young people would take a shower and bathe in the spring pool, and some would spread a mat on the stone steps by the stream because they were greedy for a few more glasses, and fall asleep to their heart's content.

Every year on the Jinan TV news, dozens of people die from bathing in the spring water and enjoying the cool by the stream. Jinan people are no stranger to this, and they talk and laugh freely when facing the reporter's interview camera, as if it is normal to swim to death.

Now I suddenly understand that the words of the old people hide such a profound truth.

Good words can't persuade the damned ghosts, and those who die from bathing and greedy for cold are captured by the souls of the dead in the streams and become substitutes for the reincarnated.

She straightened up, the water still wrapping around her, and the threads as she left the water, each one taut, as if something heavy was dragging on the other end of the thread.

"Hey, stop!" I subconsciously shouted.

In my understanding, if she is allowed to bring the silk thread up, it will also liberate the soul in the water, causing the demons to dance wildly and the world to chaos.

"I'm going to take them home, you don't understand anything, go away!" she whispered.

I shook my head: "Don't do anything, just let it be." These souls must have a reason to occupy this place and not leave. If you suddenly come to disturb them, won't you draw a snake to add to it? The ancient Chinese poems said that there is no need to bury bones in the mulberry ground, and the world is everywhere in a foreign land. These are the souls of the dead, and it doesn't matter where they are buried, so why don't you let them rest here in peace?"

Out of selfishness, I am bound to think about maintaining the safety of Jinan City, and I don't want her to release so many exotic souls from the water. Moreover, the soul of every Japanese invader carries with him a few or even a dozen innocent lives of Chinese. These demons who burned and slaughtered in the mountains of China should be imprisoned here and never return to their homeland. It's so cheap to let them go.

In the history books of World War II, after the emperor signed the surrender of the surrendered ship in Tokyo, Japanese troops from far away around the world laid down their arms and withdrew from the occupied country. At that time, the Chinese people were eager to skin and eat their flesh, but they were stopped by the surrendered army, and watched the Japanese soldiers who had flaunted their might and done crazy evil leave. This is also a kind of humiliation, there is no butcher knife in the hands of the enemy, it is an opportunity for the people to take revenge, but they were stopped by the ** people, how can there be such a reason in the world?

Just like now, the soul of the evildoer is easily taken away by her, which is already an insult to the people of Jinan.

"Put it down. I said firmly, "They are all sinners through the ages who should always kneel at the feet of the people of Jinan, and they should be forever tied to the pillar of shame, spurned and humiliated by all modern people and future generations, and be a negative specimen for future generations of invaders." If you take them away, you are insulting the IQ of the people of Jinan. ”

She looked up, and the disdain and ridicule in her eyes gradually faded into respect from the heart.

"They are just tools of war, and there is no right or wrong way to use them. In the past, they did commit crimes in war. But they have suffered from the bitter cold in the dark veins of the springs in Jinan City, and for seventy years, they have been wailing incessantly. You Chinese Buddhists often say that God has the virtue of a good life. He also said, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. Isn't it okay to give them a chance to mend their ways? Here, on behalf of these dead souls and their families, I would like to extend my deepest apologies to the city of Jinan. Now, I am on a mission, and I can't kill myself to apologize, but I can kill myself three times to show my sincerity—"

She let go of the threads for a moment, then pulled out a half-foot-long white-bladed knife from under the white veil and pressed it across her left arm.

At this time, she can actually force her up, and I may not be able to stop her. However, I was a little shocked when she pulled out a knife to harm herself.

"You weren't an aggressor in World War II, so how can you be qualified to apologize for them?" I stopped her.

As Chinese leaders have openly stated on many occasions, Sino-Japanese relations should be viewed in two ways, with World War II being World War II and modern being modern, and not being conflated.

"I'm the princess of the Japanese royal family, you say, am I qualified to apologize for their sins?" she asked slowly, and with a random twitch of her right hand, the short knife cut an inch-long hole in her left arm, and blood burst out, instantly staining her gauze skirt red.

"Whether Japan is prosperous or not, the imperial family bears the greatest responsibility-" She drew a second cut.

"Japan has indeed been evil in the past, and for whatever reason, it should apologize for its self-harm to the victimized countries around the world—" She slashed her third sword, and the blood stained the stone steps she stood on, and then flowed into the river along the crack in the stone, spreading rapidly, and being quickly carried away by the current.

Like Ming Qianying, the reverence on her face when she spoke of the royal family was completely visceral, unpretentious, and reverent.

I asked myself, "Who can I represent if she represents the Japanese Imperial Family?"

Chinese are good at internal fighting, fighting for the sake of internal interests, and once faced with foreign-related issues, they will lose their voice together. If you are backward, you will be beaten, and if you lose your voice, you will be scolded, this is the iron law of diplomacy of the international community. However, in the past 5,000 years, the Chinese have still not fundamentally changed in this regard, and some international disputes have to rely on ordinary people to rush into battle. This has to be said to be the sorrow of being a Chinese, since ancient times, it is no better.

"That's ...... Are they just souls, and living here for a long time has many regrets for both China and Japan. Why don't you open the net and let them go home?" she asked, holding the dagger in her hand, looking back at me.

The pain made her pale and tremble, but she still stood straight, awaiting my verdict.

In fact, I don't have the power to adjudicate anyone, because the politics of a great power are complex and changeable, and it is not something that an ordinary person's thinking can understand. Now, I can only start from the perspective of a person, reaching out to her and signaling that I can pull her up.

With a bang, in the midst of the splash, someone suddenly jumped up from the bottom of the river, holding a seven-foot-long red tassel gun in both hands, spun around and shouted, piercing her in the back of the heart. The red tassel on the spear head was soaked by the river water, and under his stabbing force, the red tassel immediately dispersed and turned into a red flower the size of a sea bowl, with water droplets and fierce fire.

In that situation, I had no room for thought, and immediately turned in, took her left hand, and pulled it upwards as best I could.

She was heading west, and so was the killer with the red-tasseled gun, one after the other, the tip of the spear only a foot from her back, but never stabbed.

In an instant, all three of us were standing in the middle of the crossing, but the spear could no longer pierce him, for her knife had pierced his chest with such precision that it had not reached the hilt.

"Are you from the 'King of Qin'?" she asked.

The killer's blood splattered from the hilt of the sword, instantly forming a huge pool of blood on the ground at the crossroads.

She reached out and took the spear.

I saw that on the side of the tip of the gun, the word "Qin" was engraved with a delicate seal letter.

"You see, the people of the 'King of Qin' have also come to Jinan City. She said, "The monstrous storm is coming, and if you can't withdraw now, you won't have a chance in the future." ”

I shook my head: "I am from Jinan, and there is no way to retreat." ”

She nodded: "Yes, it's time for us Japanese to withdraw from Jinan." In the past, the Japanese did not have this kind of self-knowledge, so they would venture in, and finally incurred the shame of the surrender of the whole country, and until now they have not been able to take off the shameful hat of "slaves of the country". Now, our people have realized the fallacy of the national policymakers, and they are trying to see the reality clearly and try to find Japan's right place on the map of Asia. Thank you for helping me just now, and now, you can probably feel that I don't have any hostility towards Jinan, I just want to clean up the mess, close the curtain peacefully, and then leave quietly. ”

"Shizhou**, my name. She held out her right hand to me.

At this moment, she was still wearing a mask, but there was really no hostility in her eyes, only a faint sadness.

"Thank you, I really hope that, as you said, the Japanese imperial family can see the situation clearly and retreat bravely, which is what the Chinese people want to see the most." I say sincerely.

In the past, the Japanese invaders left a mess in China; today, the Phantom Theater sect has recreated a mess in Jinan; even under the "mirror room," the Japanese forces headed by the big men have buried unforeseen troubles in Jinan. As a neighbor separated by a strip of water, Japan has brought nothing but disaster to China, and there is nothing to talk about lightly.

If the Imperial Princess Ishishu** can start with her and present a new Japan to Asia, it will really be a blessing for peace in Asia.

"I will work hard, and all the seniors, colleagues, and juniors in the royal family will also work hard—" she said.

With a pop, the killer of the "Qin Wang Hui" fell on his back, his limbs spread, and his body was lying on the street of Qushuiting Street.

"Let's go. Shi Zhou** pointed to the private residence of the official aunt.

She didn't say it explicitly, but I was sure that someone behind us would clean everything up quickly and not let the killer's body cause any trouble.

It seems that she is a person who is good at cleaning up troubles, and any troublesome thing will become a very easy little thing to deal with when it comes to her.

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