Xu Sanying is in his sixties this year.

At this age, he is already an old man.

Some people will not accept old age at this age, and some people will rely on the old and sell the old when they reach this age.

But Xu Sanying is neither.

When he was young, he also traveled the world with a sword in white clothes, and he also used civil and military goods and the emperor's family when he was in his prime. He used to be a ranger, and he was also the chief catcher of Six Gates.

But now, he is far from the sword and the blood. Now, he just wants to enjoy life to the fullest.

Because he is old.

If a person is willing to admit that he is old and can enjoy the process, then there are few things in this world that bother him.

The ups and downs of life, grievances and grievances, for him, are just flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and clouds rolling in the sky.

So now he grows flowers, raises birds, makes a pot of tea, and takes a nap on a wicker chair when he is tired.

Sleeping whenever you want is a blessing in itself.

So he really has nothing to complain about.

In the afternoon of this day, the spring sun was warm, the spring breeze was soft, he moved the rattan chair under the peach pear tree, watched a tree bloom like snow, and fell asleep unconsciously in the fragrance of flowers.

In the haze, he felt that someone was shaking him, so he opened his eyes and saw his daughter Yanyan standing beside him, with a smug smile on her face.

Xu Sanying has been in the wind and rain for half his life, has no heirs, when he was in his forties, his wife gave birth to Xu Yanyan for him, old to have a daughter, Xu Sanying naturally has a lot of love for this daughter.

"Daddy, I just wrote a poem, can you see if it's good?" Xu Yanyan said, handing over a piece of rice paper.

The ink on the paper was not dry, and it was clear that it had just been written.

Xu Sanying rubbed her daughter's hair dotingly and said, "Okay, let Daddy take a look at what my cigarette is written." ”

"Well, Cardamom doesn't like the long days, I just like the good Shaoguang in the East Garden. The yellow oriole on the branch sounded two or three times, and the pear blossom startled a tree fragrance. ”

Xu Yanyan raised his head proudly and said, "What's the matter?"

"Okay, okay. Although Xu Sanying also knows how to break sentences, all the ink in his stomach is used to solve the case, and he really doesn't know anything about this kind of elegant thing, but he thinks that even if it was written by his daughter, it must be not bad, "My cigarette is going to become the second Li Qingzhao." ”

"I know Li Qingzhao. Xu Yanyan said, "She is a famous female lyricist in Jinan." ”

"That's right. Xu Sanying patted Xu Yanyan's head with a smile, "My Yanyan is definitely not worse than her." ”

"By the way, Daddy, can you give me that little lion in your study?" asked Xu Yanyan.

"Little lion?" Xu Sanying was a little confused. "What lion cubs?"

"It looks like a little lion made of blood jade," Xu Yanyan looked at Xu Sanying's gradually pale face, and asked cautiously, "What's the matter?" Daddy, you don't know?"

Xu Sanying jumped up suddenly, although he was old, his skills were still very vigorous.

With a bang, he slammed the door of the study open, and the dust scattered in the sunlight.

There is still residual ink in the inkstone on the table, and a stack of rice paper is neatly stacked next to it, and a blood jade lion the size of a baby's fist squats quietly on the rice paper, and the blood on the jade lion's body shakes like water waves in the sun, casting two blood-red shadows on the pure white rice paper.

It's like two tiny spots of blood.

Xu Sanying's face suddenly turned pale, he held on to the door frame, and slowly sat down on the ground.

The blood lion looked at him condescendingly, its gaping mouth as if it were silently mocking.

Xu Sanying struggled to pounce, grabbed the blood lion in his hand like a frenzy, and threw it out of the window with all his might.

Xu Yanyan stood at the door, looking at this strange scene, and was stunned.

But that's just the beginning.

In the next few days, this blood jade lion appeared in front of him frequently like a ghost. He wants to sleep, lift the quilt, the blood lion is lying on the bed, he wants to eat, the blood lion appears in his rice bowl, the most terrible thing is that he takes a nap in the rattan chair, and when he wakes up, the blood lion lies on his chest and looks at him.

He had tried to throw it away, smash it, lock it in a box, but no matter how much he tossed, the blood lion would silently reappear, like a pair of haunting ghosts.

Xu Sanying was haggard day by day, he locked himself in the study all day long, refusing to see anyone, and even Xu Yanyan went to see him, but he scolded him.

He also instructed his servants to buy a large amount of incense and paper money, and the Xu family could see the faint fire in his house day and night, and smell the smell of incense wafting from the house.

"Isn't it evil?" Mrs. Xu was very worried, and hurriedly sent someone to Lingyan Temple to invite the silent Zen master.

Silent Zen Master, who has been a friend of Xu Sanying for many years, knocked on the door of the study, but the scene in front of him surprised him.

The desk has been changed to an incense case, the cigarette smoke curls in the copper furnace, but it is a blood jade lion that is enshrined, Xu Sanying is sitting on the ground, adding paper money to an iron bucket, he heard someone come in, raised his head sluggishly, and his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

"Old friend, you are..." The silent Zen master couldn't help but ask.

Xu Sanying laughed, his voice seemed to come from the netherworld, with a cold aura.

"They're back... They're back..."

Xu Sanying said the same sentence over and over again, and suddenly fainted on the ground, and the paper money in his hand was scattered all over the ground.

Seeing that the Xu family carried Xu Sanying into the bedroom, the worry on Mrs. Xu's face became even heavier.

"Master, what the hell is going on? Is it really a wronged soul who can't ask for his life?"

The silent Zen master shook his head and said, "The theory of gods and ghosts has always been unpredictable. I will recite the Heart Sutra for him all night to help him calm down, and if he has anything to say, you might as well wait for him to wake up and ask. ”

The people have dispersed, and the night is late, and the silent Zen master is still chanting and praying for Xu Sanying's bedside.

When he read again, "There is no obstacle in the heart, there is no obstacle in the way, there is no terror", the silent Zen master suddenly opened his eyes.

"Friends outside, since you've arrived, why don't you come in and sit down. ”

But no one responded to him.

Suddenly there was a sound of light footsteps outside the window, and a huge shadow appeared in the window, with a huge head and fluffy hair, in the shape of a lion.

Xu Sanying, who had been unconscious, suddenly sat up straight, stared at the shadow on the window with a pair of eyes, and said, "It's coming..." Here it is... It's still coming..."

"Who's coming?" asked the silent Zen master, staring closely at the shadow on the window.

Suddenly, a loud lion's roar was heard outside, and the dust fell from the window.

The silent Zen master's eyes widened, could it really be a lion outside?

Xu Sanying jumped off the bed without saying a word, dodging the hand that the silent Zen master reached out to grab him.

"Come on, come out!" Xu Sanying shouted loudly and ran out of the door.

The moment he ran out, the huge lion shadow on the window suddenly disappeared.

The silent Zen master secretly screamed badly, and flew out behind Xu Sanying.

Xu Sanying stood in the middle of the courtyard in a daze, not shouting or moving, as if he suddenly froze.

The silent Zen master walked over and patted him on the shoulder, trying to tell him not to get too excited. But the silent Zen master suddenly found that this sentence was really redundant.

Because Xu Sanying is dead!

There was a streak of blood on his throat, and blood was slowly pouring out of it.

So as soon as the silent Zen master patted him on the shoulder, Xu Sanying fell to the ground.

The outstretched hand of the silent Zen master was stunned in mid-air, and he did not withdraw it for a long time.

When the Xu family heard the movement here, they rushed over in an uproar, and when they saw the people lying on the ground, Mrs. Xu, who was walking in front, snorted and collapsed on the ground.

Xu Yanyan's pink little face also lost its blood, and she stood in place in a daze, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"What is this?!" a member of the Xu family, who was standing by the window with a lantern, suddenly shouted.

The silent Zen Master's heart moved, and he flew over, and then the lamp in the man's hand, he saw the depression in the ground, and the shape of the depression was like a huge cat's paw print.

The silent Zen master squatted down and put his hand on the paw print, but it couldn't be completely covered.

He thought of the huge lion shadow just now, and his heart sank.

Could it be that there was really a lion outside the window just now? Was that the lion who killed Xu Sanying? Why did this lion kill Xu Sanying?

The silent Zen master stood up and his gaze fell on the windowsill.

On the windowsill was a small blood jade lion, looking at him with red eyes that seemed to be smiling.

"The lion... Blood Lion! The Lion is Spirit!" A man next to him suddenly screamed, and he threw down the lantern and crawled three feet away.

Xu Yanyan suddenly ran over, grabbed the blood lion, and smashed it down on the windowsill, the blood jade lion smashed on the stone windowsill, piercing Xu Yanyan's palm, and the red blood flowed out, dyeing the broken lion even more Yao Yan.

"Give me back my daddy, give it back to me!" Xu Yanyan shouted hoarsely, tears rolling down her pink little face.

The silent Zen master closed his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't bear to look at the tragedy in front of him anymore.

"Master. With the support of her family, Mrs. Xu walked over tremblingly, "Master, my master... How did he die?" she didn't finish, and her face was full of old tears.

The silent Zen master shook his head and said, "This matter is too weird, and the poor monk doesn't dare to assert it." ”

"Did someone kill him?" Master, you told the old body, didn't you?" Mrs. Xu choked.

The silent Zen master said: "Although the poor monk doesn't know the truth of the matter, the poor monk knows what to do next." ”

Mrs. Xu wiped away the tears from her face, "Please make it clear to the master." ”

The silent Zen master said: "Master Xu Shi once served in the six doors, this kind of thing, the six doors will definitely take care of it, and ask the lady to repair a book immediately and send it to the six doors for investigation." ”

Mrs. Xu nodded and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The silent Zen master said: "Yes, the poor monk still has to find someone, if there is another person in the world who can find out the truth of this matter, it must be him." ”

"Who is this person?" asked Mrs. Xu.

The silent Zen master whispered the name.

"Jade Escape!"