Zhao Dong has been exhausted by the unjust soul in his brain these days, and he is very happy to hear that he can kill the unjust soul with his own hands.

He followed Ah Yuan's guidance and sat down cross-legged on the futon in the middle of the formation.

Directly in front of the futon, a six-foot-high and six-foot-wide white cloth screen was erected.

At the distance of the futon, you need to look up to see the white cloth screen completely.

After Zhao Dong sat down, Ah Yuan extinguished all the candles around him.

The entire water pavilion was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The faint sound of "Zhang Xianchang" reciting scriptures sounded in his ears, which made Zhao Dong's heart settle down for a while.

After about half a cup of tea, the chanting suddenly stopped, and the surroundings fell into complete silence again.

A cool breeze that arose out of nowhere blew on the back of Zhao Dong's neck, as if something was sticking to him, making his heart hairy.

Zhao Dong shuddered, and shouted softly in fear: "Immortal, immortal...... Has it started?? Let's light a candle, I'm a little scared......"

In the darkness, a woman's chuckle was suddenly heard.

"Wrongdoer, don't you want to see slaves?" A charming female voice said softly, "What are you afraid of?" ”

Zhao Dong's eyes widened suddenly.

This crisp "enemy" to the bones, with a little shyness and resentment, made Zhao Dong feel creepy.

"Zhen, Zhenniang?"

Zhao Dong was weak, trying to discern the direction of the voice in the dark, clenching the long sword in his hand desperately.

He still remembered what Zhang Xianchang said that he wanted to "deal with" this female ghost.

"You—Are you really a virgin? Where are you? ”

As soon as he asked, he only felt a bright light flash in front of him.

When I was looking at it, I saw a white cloth in front of me, which lit up.

A candle flame burned behind a white cloth, and the flame swayed in the wind.

On the white cloth, the soul of a woman appeared.

The ghost shadow is illuminated by the candle flame, although the face is not clear to see, but the hairstyle is the fallen horse bun that the virgin loves to comb.

You can also see the shadow of begonia flowers on the sideburns......

"Zhen, Zhenniang...... It's really you. ”

"Wrongdoer, the slave has been with you for so many days, and you finally see the face of the slave." The female ghost chuckled, "You...... Unhappy? ”

The delicate and charming voice is vaguely Zhao Dong's familiar tone.

This sentence of "unhappy" made Zhao Dong suddenly remember that day in the Immortal Temple, he had also heard that the red-clothed ghost who was cheating the corpse at that time had asked the same question to Shen Liang's negative man.

And at this moment, the voice of this soul and the title of him are exactly the same as Zhen Niang.

Zhao Dong unconsciously substituted himself into the scene of that day.

At that time, he was just a spectator, but he didn't expect that now he would also become the one who was asked for his life.

He opened his mouth, only to feel his throat tight, "Open...... Happy. ”

This answer made the female ghost chuckle again.

"Enemy, you stabbed the slave to death with a knife in spite of your past relationship, have you ever regretted it?" As if remembering the tragic situation when she died, her voice was obviously filled with deep resentment.

Zhao Dong's brain at this moment has completely lost the ability to think.

"Repentance...... I regret ......" Zhao Dong said in a trembling voice, "Zhenniang, you let me go, let me go......"

"The slave wants to let you go......"

The female ghost sighed, as if thinking of something sad, and cried out, "But you shouldn't have killed the slave's child!" The slave was pregnant for ten months, and gave birth to a child with his life, and you killed him, and you listened, and he was crying......"

The words fell, and the cry of a baby sounded behind the white cloth.

Zhao Dong was shocked to the extreme, "Zhen Niang, I will set up an immortal tablet for you, I ...... I ......"

The baby's crying gradually stopped.

"People are dead, what's the use of a tablet?" Zhen Niang interrupted him resentfully, and her voice suddenly became sad, "You give me back my life, give back my child's life!" ”

As these words fell, the soul shadow on the white cloth suddenly became larger, almost filling the entire white cloth, as if it was really about to pounce on Zhao Dong!

Zhao Dong subconsciously wanted to run back-

At this moment, I only heard the old voice of "Zhang Xianchang" shouting, "Urgent as a law, broken!" ”

"Ahh

The female ghost suddenly let out a scream of pain, and the shadow of the soul on the white cloth struggled frantically as if it was bound by something.

"Grandpa Guo, kill her, quick!" Zhang Xianchang urged urgently.

Zhao Dong was dumbfounded by the sudden change, and when he heard the voice of "Zhang Xianchang", he woke up suddenly.

He picked up the long sword in his hand with all his strength and stabbed it fiercely at the soul shadow on the white cloth!

"Hiss" The white cloth was cut by the long sword, making a crisp sound.

The screams of the female ghost stopped abruptly at this moment.

The candle flame behind the white cloth was extinguished in an instant.

The entire waterfront was once again in a dark silence, as if nothing had happened.

The "Bang Dang" sword fell to the ground.

Zhao Dong gasped, a cold sweat broke out on his back, and he collapsed to the ground, "Immortal, immortal, is she dead?" ”

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem......"

"Zhang Xianchang" choked violently again, his voice hoarse and tired, "That female ghost is dead, Grandpa Guo can check it out for himself." ”

Zhao Dong was about to ask "how to check", when he saw a candle lit up behind him, and Dao Tong walked in front of him with an oil lamp.

Dao Tong picked up the long sword on the ground and pointed at the ink color on the tip of the sword, "Grandpa Guo, look, this is the ghost of that female ghost." It's dead. ”

Zhao Dong didn't know what the soul shadow looked like at all, and when he heard Dao Tong say, "It's dead", he immediately believed that he had killed the female ghost.

His heart rose with the joy of the rest of his life, and he looked at the tall screen that had been torn off, and he really couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the female ghost really pounced.

Ah Yuan lit all the candles in the water pavilion.

Zhao Dong relieved himself and saw "Zhang Xianchang" sitting weakly on the chair next to the white cloth.

One of his hands was shaking violently, and his wrinkled face was full of panic.

Zhao Dong was taken aback, "Immortal Chief, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Zhang Xianchang" looked at him blankly, "Grandpa Guo, you only killed that female ghost, and there is also a terrible ghost who was divided, he died too miserably, his grievances are too heavy, and his soul is not complete, and Poor Dao can't kill him here." ”

Zhao Dong's pupils shrank suddenly.

As soon as he thought that Fang Cai was just Zhenniang's soul, he was already so dangerous, if it was replaced by a jade bamboo with a broken corpse......

Zhao Donggang's heart suddenly rose to his throat again.

"W-How is this good?" He asked anxiously.

"Immortal Commander Zhang" raised his trembling hand and carefully calculated for a long time before he asked with a solemn expression: "The corpse of this ghost, has it ever been in contact with the formation of King An's Mansion?" ”

"Yes! Yes! Zhao Dong felt that he was simply like a god, "His body was thrown on top of that attic." ”

"That's right." Zhang Xianchang coughed vigorously a few times, and said weakly: "I have to take that person's body to the attic of King An's Mansion and perform a soul conjuring spell to trap his soul on the white cloth, and then use dragon qi to suppress it, this ghost will be eliminated!" ”

The most widely circulated version of the origin of shadow puppetry is that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty ordered a priest to use magic to summon spirits because he missed the dead Mrs. Li.

According to the Tang Dynasty's "Five Elements of Ancient and Modern Times", in the ninth year of Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, some people showed images of Buddha or beasts on the wall for performance, and because of the novelty, "thousands of people from far and near bewildered". The Tang legend "Tang Shen's Notes" contains Tang Shen's "lantern into the house, cloth curtains" and his wife's soul. Buddhism was prevalent in the Tang Dynasty, and the monks practiced things, and the tents were used to summon the souls of good men and women.

This is not a modern shadow puppetry, it can be understood as a human silhouette + voice.