For a long, long time, from the time when Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty set the capital of Luoyang, Wuyang Village, Wen County, Hanoi County, only lived in the Sima clan. There are several big names on the ancestors of the Sima family, or they worship the general of the west, or they are the Taishou of Yingchuan, and now the lord of the main house is also in Luoyang as a noble Beijing official.

The family background is high, there are more fields, and the door is bigger, and the Sima family in Wuyang Village, Wenxian County, has been an important minister of the Han family for several generations, and has also conformed to the world style and naturally operated a good field and beautiful house. Although the patriarch of the main house is still in Luoyang in front of Jing Lingyin, who can be called the first hot potato and buttocks needle felt in the officialdom of the Han Dynasty, the Sima clan of Wenxian County, who can be called a famous family, also has enough capital to let the clansmen who take care of Wuyang Village live a happy life of recruiting cats in the shade of Huai, teasing dogs by the clear pond, and flirting with maids on embroidered couches.

Sima Fanghai, the pavilion chief of Wuyang Pavilion, is the geographical ghost of Wuyang Village, and he is still the distant nephew of the master of Jingling Yin in the main house. It's just that although Sima Jisheng has a background in a big family, he doesn't care much about feathers, and when he was promoted as a filial piety, he used the name of disaster relief to play a trick of stealing dragons and turning phoenixes. It's just that he was careless, and he was peeked through, and since then, according to the old practice of using two-character names for the exile prisoners set by Wang Mang during the puppet dynasty, Sima Hai of Wen County, who has a rank of 100 stones, has become Sima Fanghai, the head of the Wuyang Pavilion without official rank, and he can't raise his head all day long, so he has to cry with his daughter-in-law Xiao Lei Niangzi, who was born a stone girl and is inhumane.

Sima Pavilion is not comfortable, so the travelers, businessmen, and scholars who want to pass by Wuyang Pavilion will definitely not be comfortable.

For example, at this moment, the young Confucian scholar carrying the oilcloth umbrella in the bookbox looked at the Sima Pavilion Chief at the other end of the pavilion door helplessly.

"It's getting late, Xiaosheng, I just want to rest for a night in a five-foot place, why should I be so embarrassed by Xiaosheng?"

The Confucian scholar is quite tall, and his green shirt and cloth are neat and neat, and he looks very pleasing to the eye. It's just that this Confucian scholar, who is only in his twenties, has a short beard on his chin, and he looks at the book and is angry, and the bandit is angry. Pavilion Chief Sima, who was already in charge of the anti-theft business, looked at the young Confucian in front of him, touched his increasingly plump belly, and finally decided to forget the rusty guns set up in the pavilion, and sneered angrily: "I have simple customs here, strict laws and regulations, and I have never been allowed to accept people who come from unknown sources. Scholar, although your guide was issued by Yangcheng County, Yingchuan County, but without the signature of me, the Hanoi County Bureau, naturally I can't count it, so how dare I stay with you, a foreigner who doesn't know the roots?"

Nostalgic for the feeling of his little Lei Niang's slender hand ironing and soothing, Sima Fanghai became even more impatient, waved his hand and said: "Gu Nian, you are also a scholar, and I am not difficult for you." Half a mile west from the avenue, there is an abandoned house, although it is pickled and filthy, it can still shelter from the wind and rain, don't bother me, go quickly. ”

The mustachioed Confucian had no choice but to smile bitterly when he heard this, and arched his hand: "Youlao" carried the bookcase and oilcloth umbrella and walked in the direction pointed by Sima Fanghai. But he didn't know that Sima Fanghai, who looked like he was from a good family, was using his eyes as a ruler, comparing the figure of this green-shirted Confucian scholar:

"I'm taller, and the ordinary thin coffin is only afraid that it can't fit down, if it is rolled up with a mat, it won't look good, but it's better to dig a pit and bury it directly according to the way of the hermit's thin burial. The green cloth shirt looks good at the material, change it, it is exactly what I wear......"

Thinking about what use the young Confucian scholar's bookbox could be used in his home, and what kind of cousin the books in the bookbox could give to his cousin who was working on the Five Classics in the main house as a personal favor, Sima Fanghai's eyes casually looked in the direction where the Confucian was going. When his gaze fell on the corner of the eaves that faintly emerged in the twilight in the distance, Sima Fanghai couldn't help but have goosebumps quietly on his arm in his sleeve.

Since the year of Yongkang, the old master Chen Fan of the Jingshi and the general Wenxi Hou Dou Wu led the guests to kill the eunuchs, and when they were falsely accused by the big yellow men of plotting rebellion and destroying the family, the Feng master bookkeeper was convicted of Chen's rebellion against the party, or Sima Fanghai took the official army to copy the house. It's just that after the defeat of the Feng family, this empty courtyard has become an authentic murderous mansion, and several times there have been travelers who don't know whether they are alive or dead, but they all died inexplicably. Now this is also a famous ghost house in Wen County, but it has become a place for Sima Fanghai to make some foreign money.

The last one who died there was a merchant from another place, and Sima Fanghai, who took people to collect his corpse and floated away the remaining wealth of the dead in accordance with the laws of the Han Dynasty, will never forget the terrible appearance of the bitter-faced man lying on the wooden floor of the main hall of the courtyard, and the hollow and bloody eyes could not be found in the eyeballs. Whether it is the Queen Mother of the West, the Father of the East, or the King of Taishan Mansion, any great god has a spiritual response, bless and bless the scholar who lives in today and don't die too ugly.

Sima Tingchang's extremely pious greetings obviously did not reach the green-shirted Confucian who he had prayed to the gods, and he stretched out his hand to push open the decayed wooden door of the abandoned mansion that was half-hidden, and the mustachioed Confucian scratched his chin and couldn't help sighing: "What do you mean by 'rabbits enter from the dog's sinus, and pheasants fly from the beams.'" This place is a faithful reproduction of the famous sentence describing the ruined and empty house in the Yuefu poem. Except for ......"

The sour tone landed on the floor of the courtyard with some frivolity, rolled down to the pillar base of the main hall, and just happened to touch the black old mud that had accumulated in the corner, and then he stopped and disappeared without a trace. Only the old mud scars lay there peacefully, unmoving, a bit like the blood scabs that have solidified on the wounds of a dead man.

The young Confucian who had the leisure to recite the poems of Yuefu repeated the word "except" as if he was holding a piece of candy, but did not say anything "except" after all, until he pushed open the door of the main hall and saw that the rush mats on the ground were unstained, and finally said with some joy: "Except for this main house, it is unexpectedly clean." ”

A clear girl's voice added muffled behind him: "Uncle, you shouldn't have just sighed casually without thinking of good words, right? Pay attention to your image." ”

Hearing this, the young Confucian spread out his hands without any emotion, and replied very easily, "...... It's all my own family, I will say it casually, you can listen to it with your ears, it will not hinder it, it will not hinder it. ”

As he spoke, he took off the bookcase he was carrying on his shoulder, and without taking off his shoes, he walked directly into the main hall of the abandoned mansion and sat down in a sheltered place by the north window. As soon as he sat down, the bookcase he had placed beside him began to rattle. In a few moments, the bookcase collapsed, and a mass of something crept out of it, rubbing the young Confucian hand's hand on the mat, and then, with all four claws, climbed up to the lap of the young Confucian with a foul mustache.

Through the last rays of sunset, you can vaguely see the true face of the big ball-like guy lying on the lap of the Confucian scholar. It was a strange cat, and unlike the domestic cat that people were accustomed to calling "raccoon slaves" and regarded rat hunting as their vocation, this cat was born a little strangely, with a head and body like a small and a large round ball, and its limbs and tail were extremely short, and it seemed that if it rolled, it would be much faster than walking on all four paws. There are several small golden bells hanging from the cat's head, paws, and tail, and the bells jingle as soon as they move. And the biggest feature that distinguishes this round cat from other domestic cats is-

It was a smooth, matte finish that looked like unpolished metal.

That kind of luster, like the best copper mirror mirror of Luoyang Shangfang Bureau, and like the famous fine porcelain glaze of Wudi, sets off the smiling face on the cat's face like a painter painted with colored ink, and it is even more funny to look at. And the smile of this cat, no matter how you look at it, looks like a girl who is full of mischievous interests.

The young Confucian who was obviously not very friendly to cats, even hairless dango cats, flicked his tongue lightly, raised his hand, and tried to push the cat off his thigh: "Bell, go down, my leg is going to be numb by you." ”

As a result, he was rightfully slapped by the other party: "Provide thighs as cushions, this is your responsibility as an elder, uncle!"

"How don't I remember that I am responsible for such trouble?" muttered the mustachioed Confucian, still giving up trying to get the guy out of his lap who had nothing to do with the fluffy meowing little thing in general. He rubbed the head of the heavy dumpling cat on his legs a little perfunctorily, and just leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Resting the mind is not sleeping, the young Confucian priest closed his eyes, breathing steadily, his lips twitching slightly, as if he was constantly chanting something. Even the frequency of his lips moving was very regular, and every time the moonlight outside the window shifted slightly, his mouth opened slightly, spit out a vague but identical syllable, and his hand just touched the head of the danzi cat.

When the hidden door facing due south was pushed open, when something came in from the west and east windows, the three uninvited guests in yellow shirts, white clothes and green robes saw such a quiet and somewhat warm picture.

The appearance of the three uninvited guests in yellow, white and blue is very distinctive, and their faces are a little blurred, the yellow shirt at the leader is the shortest, and the green robe at the end of the line is the highest. They stretched their necks at the same time, like three ducks being picked up, tilting their heads forward, sniffing carefully.

"It smells of a living person. The yellow shirt was the first to speak.

"The taste is raw. The white clothes followed.

"There is only one taste of life. The green robe earnestly made a supplement for them.

"There are a lot of non-human people. The last person to answer said unhappily.

Hearing this, the strangers in yellow shirts, white clothes, and green robes all stared straight at the Confucian scholars under the north window, and there was no expression on their blurred faces. And under the faint reflection of the moonlight, only the eyes of the mustachioed Confucian could be seen scorching.

After looking at each other like this for a moment, the yellow shirt was the first to speak: "I don't know if there are guests staying overnight, it's rude for me to wait for the master's house, I hope to forgive me." I don't know where the honorable guest's hometown is, how to call the honorable up and down, and I hope to tell you. ”

This sounds polite and distant, but it hides an eager tone. Although he couldn't see the yellow shirt and the white and green robes that followed him, he didn't know why, but he felt that these three guys were eager and extremely sincere to know the name of the Confucian scholar.

The dango cat curled up on the lap of the mustachioed Confucian opened its eyes impatiently, squinted at the strange people opposite, and shrank as if afraid of the cold. And the mustachioed Confucian who caressed the forehead of the danzi cat just smiled, sat up straight, and replied sincerely: "The servant lives under the north window, and has the ambition to bind the tiger and the dragon, so it is called 'North Window Fulong'." ”

The mustachioed Confucian sitting under the north window reported his extremely insincere pseudonym so seriously, but his eyes moved from the faces of the three strange people in front of him one by one, and asked softly: "I don't know where the master is from, and the honorable name may be sought?"

It seems that he didn't expect such a question, the strange man in the yellow shirt and the white robe glanced at him, and was silent for a moment, but the yellow shirt was the first to speak:

"The contemptible people live in Dianchi County, in the name of Lishui, and are promoted by the Emperor Xiaowu of this dynasty, given a unicorn suit, the importance of the three princes, and the honorable guest can be called the contemptible Lishui Jun. ”

"The old man was born in Yelang Country Qianwei County, with Zhu Ti Mountain as the number, Emperor Xiaowu gave the old man a horseshoe print, which can be called the old man Zhu Tigong. The white clothes followed.

"Xiao Ke's ancestral residence in Yuyang County was under the rule of Qian Peng, and the first emperor of the previous dynasty gave Xiao Ke a family of clothes inside and outside, and the cheap name was Qing Baht. Qing Paozi added depressedly.

"Born in Lishui, born in Zhu Tishan, and under the rule of Yuyang County, they are all from famous families. The mustachioed Confucian turned his head and repeated the names of these places very carefully, and then looked at the yellow shirts, "I don't know how many students visited Xiaosheng at night, what do you think?"

In the abandoned mansion in the middle of the night, only the cold moon in the sky was the only source of light, and the mustachioed Confucian who was against the light couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but the last note of the words showed that this guy was very happy at the moment. Ah, you can see the tips of the canine teeth exposed by the corners of the curved lips.

Obviously, the happy mood of the mustachioed Confucian did not infect the strange people led by the yellow shirt at all, and the yellow shirt named Lishuijun bowed his hand very cautiously and looked to the ground: "The north window Fulong rashly entered my house, and the Han law determined that uninvited is a thief, and there is no special punishment." So he asked the scholar to sacrifice his flesh and blood to atone for his sins, so as to feast on my generation. ”

How elegant this is this, how elegant this person is, although the face with blurred facial features gradually opened a crack that can barely be called a mouth, looking at the deep and bottomless inside, it is really not good to call it a person anymore.

The mustachioed Confucian looked at the yellow shirt's "Lishuijun" with such an interest that he had no tongue and no teeth but was scary enough, and gently scratched the ears of the Tuanzi cat with the bottom of his hand, and he just tossed the cat who was pretending to be asleep to open his eyes, but the words in his mouth were so stingy and unsympathetic: "I don't allow you to ask for it." ”

Silently, he pushed the reluctant Tuanzi cat off the crook of his legs, and the young Confucian who had been sitting on one leg and holding his knees was not very polite, took out a roll of bamboo slips from his sleeve and unfolded it. He looked at the yellow-shirted dwarf who stood up and walked towards him, and the two white-clothed and green-robed followers behind him, looked at the three faces with blurred facial features, showed a mocking smile that could not be more obvious, and said word by word: "Heh, it's just the same subordination demon magic that calls people by name and surname to dementor like the under-adult snake demon rat monster, do you think Mr. Wei and I will really tell you my real name?"

Before he finished speaking, his tone changed suddenly:

"The gold is less yin, the fire is the sun, the sun is the king, the less yin is the minister, the minister is bent by righteousness, and the sun is bowed, so the gold is bent with the fire. ”

Reading this sentence from the bamboo slip, the bearded Confucian looked happily at the three strange men who had already walked in front of him.

As if shocked by this passage, Lishui-kun in yellow shirts and his two tall followers unconsciously took a step back.

The dango cat didn't know when it went around behind the three strange people, and was trying to arch its back, making a very non-standard cat ready to pounce.

The mustachioed Confucian priest continued to unfold the bamboo slip, but instead of continuing to read the following verses, he said seemingly unrelated nonsense:

"The Lishui governed by Dianchi County is a place rich in gold sand. Emperor Xiaowu Liu Che cast gold cakes, and the four corners were decorated with unicorn inscriptions, and the name of the lintoe gold was given to the heroes. Just to the south of this old mansion, there is an urn of gold hidden, and there is a rare lintoe gold in it. ”

"Zhu Ti Mountain in Qianwei County is a famous silver mine, and the silver ingots cast by Zhu Ti Mountain, also called Zhu Ti Yin, are on the west side of this old house, and there is a box of silver, no silver cakes, all of which are horseshoe silver. ”

"Yuyang County since Wang Mang's puppet dynasty, is the place where the five baht coins are minted, in the east of the old house, there should be a cellar for copper coins, the most rare is that it is all official money, there is no private pod money. ”

As his unrefreshed voice sounded slowly, every time a word sounded, the yellow-shirted Lishui-jun and his two followers shrank by one point, and their limbs and facial features blurred by one point. When his nonsense of quoting scriptures was finally over, there were no more three strange people in yellow shirts and white robes in front of him, only three small balls were rolling under the claws of the danzi cat.

Of the three balls, the smallest one reveals pure gold throughout, and the two slightly larger ones reveal a silver-white and copper-green color. The dango cat stared at the three balls that kept turning, the cat's eyes were wide open, and his face showed a complicated expression, like greed and pity. Ji sat under the north window, and the mustachioed Confucian who gave himself the pseudonym of "North Window Fulong" seemed to urge calmly: "Don't look at it, look at the gold essence condensed by the three demons of gold cakes, silver ingots, and copper coins, and they are always going to be eaten by you, and the three cellars of gold and silver in this old mansion are also going to see the weathered dust." Although this is indeed a huge amount of money, my generation always has to act more generously. ”

As he said so, the bearded Confucian deliberately raised his head and clutched the bamboo slip with his bulging hands, but betrayed his true thoughts.

After a little silence, the dumpling cat lowered his head and swallowed the three balls of gold, silver and copper in one gulp.

As soon as he raised his neck, the ball went down, and a faint glimmer began to burst out from the tip of the cat's ear, and the shimmer spread quickly along the cat's head like a stream of water. A wonderful change occurred from the flow of shimmer, and the original metallic matte gradually faded away from the body of the dango cat, revealing the true color inside.

It's a vibrant color that looks elastic.

The body of the danzi cat gradually expanded, and finally there was a "porphyry" sound, and the glimmer was like a firework, and in the white mist, a petite girl figure emerged. It's just that this girl is dressed in white and scarlet, holding a string of rattles, and looks like those children in the temple who entertain the gods with dance.

The girl used her sleeves to drive away the annoying smoke that blocked her vision, turned around and looked at her new look very carefully, and couldn't help but grin: "Uncle, look, it took me three months to finally transform successfully!"

"Well," the Confucian priest who was still sitting under the north window nodded, not full of teasing, "I carried you all over Yuzhou, and finally gathered the hardware essence, if you can't transform the human body again, it is better to take the initiative to withdraw from this world." ”

For this kind of weak verbal offensive, the girl directly ignored it, but leaned over very vigilantly and said, "The pavilion chief who pointed us here doesn't look like a good person, since I have successfully transformed into a shape, let's go first, shall we?"

The mustachioed Confucian glanced at her, and then at his legs, which had been sitting with his knees hugged, and replied angrily: "This leg is used as a pillow and cat cushion for people in the middle of the night, and it has long been wooden, how do you tell me to go?"

Although his tone seemed to be very hateful, the bearded Confucian sitting under the window did not look at the girl who had just changed from a cat to a human form with his disgruntled eyes, but looked at the night sky that was dimming at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. After a while, he sighed and beckoned to the girl: "Come up to my lap." ”

Although she didn't know why, the girl obediently crouched on the lap of the Confucian scholar, looking like a large cat. Pounding his numb and cramping leg with his right hand, the mustachioed Confucian sneered and muttered vaguely while grinning in the cold air: "I'm just trying to make this girl's soul gather the hardware elite to condense into the original body, and actually draw the heaven, yang, earth and yin qi to descend the thunder tribulation according to the standard of successful demonization." Even if she incarnates as a spirit, she is also the tail of my hand, how can you let you be so disrespectful, Lord Cangtian?"

As he spoke, he picked up the oilcloth umbrella on the side of the bookcase and opened it above his head, the vermilion umbrella surface seemed to be smeared with some animal blood and oil, and it looked a little disgusting to look greasy. Looking at the ghost head lying on the head of the umbrella lying on its back in the lotus, the Confucian man sighed, rubbed the broken hair on the girl's forehead, and said with pity: "Well, when it thunders for a while, don't be afraid. ”

After saying this, as if to annotate his warning, a white light suddenly lit up the entire night sky. The flow of light that burned the pupils didn't have time to dissipate in the atmosphere, and it slashed straight above the hall of this ruined mansion!

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In the spring of the fourth year of Dahan Guanghe, a house outside Wuyang Village in Wenxian County was hit by a thunderbolt at night, and the electric light surrounded the house and did not extinguish it all night, but the abandoned house was not damaged at all. Only Sima Fanghai, the loyal and diligent head of the Wuyang Pavilion, was unfortunately killed by lightning and died in the line of duty. The clansmen of the Sima clan in Wuyang Village remembered the benefits of Sima Tingchang over the years, and with tears in their eyes, they and Xiaolei Niangzi carefully studied the glorious deeds of Meng Jiangnu and Fan Qiliang, the model couple of the previous dynasty, and added a new theme to the compilation of "The Legend of the Martyr" for future generations. After doing this good deed of pure customs, the old and young masters in each room of the Sima family sighed, and at the same time each took some relics from Sima Tingchang's house that could be carried away by the car on their shoulders as a sustenance for Huaiyuan's remembrance, and there was nothing left after that. Only some Confucian scholars in nearby counties who read Jingfang's "Yi Chuan" and read stupidly, have conducted a series of discussions, interpretations, and disputes about whether the vision is auspicious or evil, which is rare in a hundred years. From time to time, there are a few gods who study the prophecies of the "Spring and Autumn Yuan Destiny Bud", and what enlightenment does this vision have for the temples that have been engaged in party disputes and party power for decades, whether it is the auspiciousness of the sympathy between heaven and man, or the disaster of the heavens' warning, and the debate is so blushing and thick that the danger develops into a full martial arts.

No one cares that on a windy and warm early spring afternoon, a Confucian man in a green shirt led a girl with a double bun and staggered into the east gate of Luoyang. The Confucian scholar has the scribe waist card of Shizhong Temple, but the girl he brought with him carried the road guide issued by Wen County, Hanoi County, and the three official characters of "Sima Ling" are very dazzling.