Qi Wufu stroked the piano with his fingers.

His piano sound is from a dream, and after meeting the mountain god Qiongyu, he gradually entered the best realm.

Then after decades of ups and downs in the dream, and in the Li family to know the dream is like a dream is not a dream, and go further at the level, the sound of the piano, as if containing the dream of the unconfused master in the life of the insight, can make people's hearts resonate, the young see the spirited, the old see the ups and downs of the world, touch the heart.

Now, even these ghosts that were reversely refined by the "Lingbao Nine Secluded Long Night Corpse Death Xuanzhang" have been faintly touched.

The original madness seemed to be a little weaker.

But that's about it.

In the courtyard, there is still a yin air circulation, the yin wind gusts, the sunlight can't penetrate, the breath on the controlled ghosts fluctuates, Qi Wufu looks at the primordial spirit, and can faintly see the struggle on their faces, but no matter how Qi Wufu strokes the qin, how wholeheartedly, there is no way to calm their state of mind.

The boy pursed his lips, still caressing the piano meticulously.

The old man laughed and shook his head.

I didn't have a heart before, but I can do supernatural powers.

Now that I am more and more attentive, it seems that it is useless.

Fu Xu smiled: "Don't be so tight, it's difficult for people who are tight to even write well, how can they stroke the qin?" ”

"The piano is the voice of the heart."

"The heart is the sex, and so is the god."

"When you play the qin, you originally want the Yuan Shen to participate, this is a natural thing, you deliberately run the Yuan Shen, but you lose the wonder."

"No confusion, pay attention."

"The mind is stable, the qi is in harmony with God, let it be natural, and there is no guidance."

"It's the so-called [if it exists, it is not used diligently]."

"The so-called piano sound, the so-called supernatural powers, it's just that."

Qi Wufu originally thought in his heart that he must transform these ghosts, his body was subconsciously tense, the old man's words were gentle, but he slowly stopped being so persistent, his fingers pressed the strings, the movement of the piano was naturally tactful, and his mind slowly became happy, and suddenly asked: "Does the old man also know how to play the piano?" ”

"Jean? I don't understand. ”

The old man stroked his beard and replied, "What I say." ”

"Michiya."

Qi Wufu smiled and agreed, and when he stroked the piano, he followed the old man's instructions, and occasionally made mistakes and omissions, and the old man said them casually, but each time the instructions were not the wrong ones played on the piano score, but whether they were in line with the heart and God.

Gradually, Qi Wufu's piano sound is no longer confined to the score, but more and more calm.

The old man said that he didn't know how to play the piano, but under his guidance, Qi Wufu felt that he was smoother.

Seventy years of yellow sorghum and one dream, there are 3,000 piano scores, and ten music theories.

Now it comes together as one.

Watching a thousand swords and then recognizing the instrument, practicing a thousand songs and then dawning.

Qi Wufu's expression was gentle and quiet.

The sound of the piano faded away, and the resentment and madness on the faces of the ghosts gradually dissipated, and the wind gradually subsided, and they reappeared to their original appearance, or young women, with delicate eyebrows, and scars of rope on their necks; Or a burly young man with sword piercing marks on his body, and even one of them, who didn't even have his own head, only a headless body remained.

Qi Wufu pressed his palm on the strings, and the sound of the piano gradually stopped, leaving only a little aftertaste.

"It's ......"

The sound of the piano dissipates the resentment of these ghosts and ghosts, and allows them to gradually return to normal.

But these tragic situations still made Qi Wufu raise his eyes slightly.

The old man who was cooking tea shook his head and said, "It looks like they are all souls who died in vain, and I don't know how many of them took the gold of that evil cultivator, and then they were assassinated by him with a spell." ”

After regaining sanity.

The delicate girl suddenly became stunned and dazed, and said, "I, why am I here?" ”

"Mother...... What about my mother? ”

She looked around in a panic and said hurriedly:

"That kind-hearted Taoist obviously gave me three taels of gold, my mother's illness was cured, but why am I here?"

"I have to find someone to treat my mother!"

"Where's my gold?"

"Where's the gold?!"

She looked at her body in a panic, looking anxious, and there was a trace of anxiety on her originally pale and transparent face, and tears appeared in her eyes.

！！！

Qi Wufu's hand pressing the strings suddenly became heavy.

In just a few words, he already knew why this girl appeared in the ranks of ghosts driven by Taixuan.

"Cast a spell of bewitchment on gold...... Did she kill herself......"

The girl's soul looked around and looked at Qi Wufu, the only person she could see in her eyes, bit her lower lip, and asked:

"Little sir, you, do you know where my money is?"

"Please, please."

"That's my mother's life-saving money, can you please give it back to me?"

She seemed to be a little speechless when she was eager, and fell to her knees.

Qi Wufu got up to avoid it and stretched out his hand to help.

It's just that the palm of his hand passed through the hand of the girl who was not a few years older than himself.

Qi Wufu paused and said:

"That Taoist priest...... Gave you gold? ”

The girl bit her lower lip:

"I stayed with him for one night."

The blue-shirted boy closed his eyes, leaned down, and lifted the girl up.

The palms are gentle and clean.

It made the girl feel a rare warmth.

But he finally took a step back, lowered his hands, looked at the girl, and said with compassion and gentleness in his eyes:

"But you're dead......"

！！！

These words, as if there was a kind of mysterious magic, the girl was stunned, because of the pain of being tempered by the supernatural power and the memory that had been forgotten resurfaced, she took a few steps back, her expression was extremely painful, her body shook, collapsed to the ground, covered her face and cried:

"Mother's ......"

"My mother's sick ......"

Qi Wufu pursed his lips, looked around, and saw those 'people' who gradually regained their memories, some were the dart masters who took a dart from the Taoist priest and were contaminated with that sneaky atmosphere, some were the masters who sold breakfast in the morning, and when they saw the shabby Taoist priest in a shabby Taoist robe, they gave him three steamed buns and a bowl of water, some were doctors, and some were farmers......

Qi Wufu listened to what happened to them.

The old man's eyes were gentle, and he looked at the young man calmly.

Didn't help right away.

See how he behaves with himself.

[See Life and Death].

"Little sir, can you see us, can you help us...... We, really have no choice? ”

"yes, yes, you have such mana."

"Can you help us?! Just be pitiful! ”

"I still have a wife and children at home......

Qi Wufu was silent, arched his hand, and refused:

"I don't have such supernatural powers, I can't do such a thing......"

Many souls have been lost.

The young man thought for a while, turned around and walked into the room, took out a pen and paper, and said in a gentle voice: "However, if you have any unfulfilled wishes or messages that you want me to give to your family, please say them...... I don't have that kind of mana, but I can still do it with a message. ”

The dart master was silent, smiled freely, and hugged his fists like a Jianghu person:

"Then please ask this little gentleman to tell my wife that I have saved up the silver and put it under the masonry of the wall, in the past, I was worried that the bad man was too big to hide, and I planned that after my son got married, she and I would go back to my hometown in the countryside, buy a small yard with a vegetable garden, raise some chickens and ducks, and white-headed together, it seems that it can't be done."

The vendor who pushed the cart to sell some breakfast sighed:

"I don't have anything to say, just to tell my son not to be greedy."

"Fair trading, in the future, I can rely on this craft to support my family."

At last the girl bowed several more times, choked up, and said:

"If Mr. Xiao can go to Zhongzhou Fucheng in the future, please go to Shuili Township, under the jurisdiction of Fucheng, to see my mother's ......."

"Say that my daughter is not filial...... Can't see her again. ”

The boy sat down at the stone table on the piano and picked up the pen and fell.

These words are written all over the page.

It turns out that a person's life and death are just a line of text and a little ink mark.

Qi Wufu got up and arched his hand, and said softly:

"Your wishes, I ......"

He seemed to feel that saying the word "I" was not solemn enough to make these people trust enough.

The old man seemed to cough.

The blue-shirted young man was silent, arched his hand, and replied softly:

"Your wishes."

"Poor road, you should go down."

PS: If it exists, it is not used diligently - Tao Te Ching, Chapter 6