In the small temple, Yu Zhenyi listened very seriously.

But the scholar stopped and made two more strokes on the wall. Yu Zhenyi waited for him to finish painting before asking, "What about the back, what is the story like in the back?" ”

The scholar smiled: "Why does it have to be an ending?"

Yu Zhenyi was a little dissatisfied: "The stories I listen to outside have endings, and I have to make up one." ”

The scholar was silent for a moment and said, "Okay then." ”

In the ancient temple, he began to speak again.

From then on, the scholar began to visit the world's famous painters and ask for advice on how to paint beautiful women. The famous artists taught him that the painter should draw her look, and as for the face and body, it is about the same, and there is no need to be more serious.

They showed him their proud works, pointed to the paintings, and said, "Just draw them like this!" The scholars saw beauty in these paintings, but if the beautiful women in these paintings were accurately transferred to reality, they could scare the living to death. So he thanked the master, turned away, and continued his journey.

Later, the scholar heard that in the extreme west of this continent, where the sun sets, the people in the country there are blond and blue-eyed, and they use a knife to scrape oil paint and paint on the cloth, and the characters painted are vivid and bloody, no different from real people. So the scholar packed his bags and traveled west, passing through the Silk Road to other places, where he learned the art of oil painting.

Years later, scholars reappeared in Middle-earth. He doesn't know if he has mastered the exact same painting method as a real person, so he has to come back and show the female ghost and let her decide.

The scholar returned to the place where he had painted, and the ruined temple had collapsed, with broken bricks and tiles everywhere, and only half of the courtyard wall was still standing there. The scholar sat under the wall all night, but the female ghost did not come.

When it was almost dawn, the scholar stood up, picked up a broken brick, and drew a picture on the wall. Then the scholar turned and left, never to return.

The girl in the painting looks mediocre, but she is a middle-aged person.

After the scholar finished speaking, he looked at Yu Zhenyi with a smile and asked, "How is this ending?"

Yu Zhenyi said: "Yes, but I always feel that there are still some shortcomings." ”

The scholar's eyes lit up: "What do you think the shortcomings are?" ”

Yu Zhenyi looked at the scholar: "You are so smart, there must be another ending, it is better to say it and let me hear it." ”

The scholar smiled: "Another ending, I'll tell you about it." ”

When the scholar returned to the temple, he found that the female ghost had long since disappeared, and he panicked. Busy among the people nearby, I asked, it turned out that a few years ago, a Taoist priest passed by this temple and took the female ghost away.

The scholar looked like a madman, and the Taoist priest was everywhere.

Finally, in a famous Taoist temple, I found the Taoist priest. Actually, the scholar is from the Mingyue Kingdom and is also a monk. He fought with the Taoist priest in the dark, and although he defeated the Taoist priest, he could not save the woman.

In the end, the scholar begged the Taoist priest to be willing to be punished instead of the female ghost, and let the female ghost go to a good family.

The Taoist priest agreed, and the scholar came to the temple.

The scholar asked, "How does this end?"

Yu Zhenyi shook his head: "I still like the first one." ”

The scholar sighed: "I don't like the first one, although the second ending is not good, but the scholar and the female ghost finally met." It is worth it for scholars to exchange for this side with a hundred years of Taoism. ”

The color is lonely, and the scholar's face is gloomy.

Yu Zhenyi smiled: "Since that's the case, then I'll tell you a story too." ”

The scholar found it interesting, this was the first time that someone had asked to tell him a story. He took the pen and said with a smile: "If you want to talk about it, you can tell it." ”

Yu Zhenyi began to tell the story.

A scholar went to Beijing to catch the exam, fell ill on the way, and when the scholar got sick and rushed to the capital, the exam date had passed. He was afraid that the round-trip journey would be long and costly, and he would miss the next year's examination date, so he studied in the capital.

The scholar found a temple and borrowed two huts to live in. In order to achieve fame, scholars study poetry and books very diligently, cook their own meals, and go to the neighborhood to buy some daily necessities, without leaving home.

After more than half a year, one day, when the sun was about to set in the west, a little woman came into the door with a bamboo basket on her back and begged the scholar to stay overnight.

The woman said: The man is infected with scabies, he cannot afford to go to the street to buy daily necessities, her in-laws are old, the children are young, she comes to the market to climb two mountains, three dense forests, when it is dark, black bears, tigers and leopards are infested, it is difficult for her to rush home, borrow a night, and leave at dawn.

The woman begged again and again, but the scholar had to agree to let her rest in the hut where she was cooking, and not allow the woman to enter his study and disturb his study. The woman was very well-behaved, did not move around, did not say much, sat silently by the fire all night to warm herself, and as soon as the day dawned, she said thank you and left.

In the evening of the second street, the woman came again to spend the night and brought dry firewood, brooms, rice bowls, peppers, cabbage, turnips, and small pots for the fire. For five days in a row, he never walked into the scholar's study for half a step, nor did he ask where the scholar was from.

In the middle of the night, when the scholar was about to sleep and rest, the woman said to the scholar, "Xianggong, I am a man from the underworld, and I have been dead for twenty years, because there is a white stone on my grave, and I have not been able to reincarnate for a long time. I know that you are a serious person, not greedy for tobacco and alcohol, not heavy on women, and you will be an official of Huangbang High School when the second half of the examination period arrives. I beg you to do only one thing, after daybreak, walk a mile and a half east from here, and there are three graves on a grassy slope, and please remove the white stone from the grave on the far right. ”

When the woman saw that the scholar had agreed, she took out a jade butterfly that was identical to one from her body, gave one to the scholar, and said, "If you take it with you, it will keep you safe in all seasons and prosperous in your official fortune, and I will come to repay you in sixteen years." ”

After saying this, the woman turned around and disappeared.

The next day, the scholar finished eating and went out. In the place where the woman had spoken, he saw three graves, and the scholar took the white stone from the grave on the right and threw it into the ravine.

In the second half of the year, the scholar really went to Huangbang High School and became a big official. A few years later, the scholar married a wife, who later fell ill and died.

When asked about Madame, Madame said that when her mother gave birth to her, she was born with this jade butterfly in her mouth, and the strange thing is that she will get sick if she doesn't wear it for a day, so she wears it on her body all the time.

The scholar recalled the incident of moving the white stone sixteen years ago, and took out his jade butterfly from the box he carried, and it was exactly the same as his wife.

Yu Zhenyi finished speaking.

The scholar clapped his hands again and again: "This story is good, it is really a good person, and even ghosts will trust it." But this kind of story is too cliché, so you might as well tell another one. If you tell me what I like, I'll give you something. ”

Yu Zhenyi was in the Demon Suppression City, and he heard a lot of stories, so he told another one.

Scholars went to Beijing to take the exam, and slept all the way.

On this day, he came to a broken room

Temple, ready to stay here for a night. The innkeeper told the scholar that there was a female ghost in the broken temple on the mountain who could not live, and asked the scholar to stay in the inn for one night, but the scholar insisted on going his own way.

The scholar said loudly: "Kong Shengxian has a saying, 'The son is silent, the strange power is chaotic', and the shopkeeper Hugh is talking nonsense!"

The innkeeper said: "Hey, you scholar, I'm a serious inn, there are indeed female ghosts on this mountain, otherwise, if you live with me, I'll give you a five-percent discount!"

The scholar said angrily: "Heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. What goblins and ghosts are you afraid of in your life!"

The innkeeper was frightened by the scholar's righteous and awe-inspiring look, Nuo Nuo didn't dare to speak, in fact, he didn't know, the reason why the scholar insisted on living in the broken temple was that the scholar was too poor, even if the innkeeper gave him a discount, he couldn't afford to live.

At night, the scholar lit the lamp and read, and when he read to the son, the female ghost actually appeared.

The female ghost was wearing an inappropriate white gauze skirt, and it was already autumn at this time, and the whole person was icy and jade, not like a real person. With a pair of bright water and autumn eyes, looking forward to life, the scholar only felt that his soul was about to be hooked away.

The scholar hurriedly said: "This female ghost lady is going to be with Xiaosheng for a while?"

The female ghost snorted and said disdainfully: "You poor scholar, you have read too many legends and the like, right?"

The scholar was scolded for no reason to be poor and sour, and his face was a little unbearable, he said: "I am afraid that you have been dead for a long time, and I am afraid that it is the honor of your wife to have a young talent like me." ”

The female ghost smiled coldly: "The living woman can't look at you, do you think the female ghost will take a fancy to you?"

Seeing the cold eyebrows of this female ghost, the scholar knew that she was not playing to indulge in the past, so he dissipated his mind and went back to read the book happily.

The female ghost was also a rich lady before her death, and she was raised in the boudoir since she was a child, and she knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which can be called both talent and appearance. It's just that after becoming a female ghost, everything is far away from her, and the past is like a cloud of smoke in the past, and she can only stay in this broken temple day and night, hoping to see the day when the sun sets.

Although the scholar's mind was full of peachy encounters, he was still quite serious about reading, and the female ghost turned into a puff of green smoke and quietly disappeared when he saw him shaking his head and reading.

The next night, the female ghost was surprised to find that the scholar was still there, but this time he was not studying, but set up a chess game on solving a few cases.

The scholar was very happy to see the female ghost, and he said with a smile: "I went down the mountain today to inquire about people, and I know that you were a rich daughter with both talents and appearances when you were alive, and you just happened to accompany me in the next sentence of killing and killing chess addiction, and also let me enjoy the fun of adding fragrance to red sleeves." ”

Although the female ghost was surprised by the scholar's attitude, she still responded, after all, she was too lonely.

This time it went down to the second half of the night, and the female ghost's chess skills were very powerful, and the scholar couldn't resist it, and he lost all the games. The female ghost hid her face and smiled, and her eyes were full of light. Although the scholar is a lustful scholar, he only feels that he has lost his face and everything after losing too many games, and before the female ghost can say anything, he hurriedly drove the female ghost out, and muttered something like "There is a difference between men and women, and they don't kiss each other".

Speaking of this, Yu Zhenyi stopped, he wanted to rest for a while: "Wait for me to sleep for a while, and I'll tell you tomorrow." ”

After saying that, he lay down in the temple and fell asleep directly, he was too tired these days.

The scholar's eyes were bright, and the paint in his hand was gone.