Holy Bone

Chapter 278 Young Master Jin An, Do You Like... This Kind?

People always say that when the moon is dark and the wind is high, there are likely to be evil winds.

This is really true.

At this time, a scholar who lost his way because of driving at night.

Following behind a young woman with peach blossom eyes, plump breasts and fat buttocks.

The two approached one after the other.

The scholar looked like a ghost, and he went out in the middle of the night and met someone, and she was a weak young woman, so he didn't notice anything wrong.

The little young woman walked ahead.

Those two fat buttocks were under the dress, looming in the shape of a peach, and the peach buttocks twisted and twisted, making the man fascinated and itchy in his heart.

These legs are incredible.

Can pinch a person to death.

The lost scholar was about to be dazzled.

Hastily blushed and bowed his head.

The scholar who seemed to be dignified and lowered his head, after a while, quietly raised his eyes to peek at the graceful back of the young lady, and then hurriedly lowered his head again, fearing that the little lady would find out that he was peeking at her back.

I, Ma Jingwen, am a gentleman.

In ancient times, there was an upright gentleman Liu Xiahui who was not chaotic in his arms. How can I, Ma Jingwen, weaken the character of a scholar?You should also learn from the upright and upright of a gentleman, and stay calm in your arms.

The scholar was so uncomfortable that he bowed slightly...

However, even if I lower my head, it seems that the air is filled with the woman's unique body fragrance. One smell makes my heart itchy, as if there are thousands of ants crawling around in my heart, and I can't help but secretly raise my eyes Peeping at the little lady walking in front...

Looking at the peach buttocks faintly visible under the dress.

He thought of a fruit that ripens only in September and October.

September and October are when the peaches are ripe, juiciest and most delicious. The peaches of this season taste the most watery.

Just a bite can nourish the face of sweet juice.

Unlike the kind of green fruit that is not yet ripe, it tastes dry and has no moisture at all.

Teeth are sore.

It was tasteless after two bites.

The young woman walked ahead with a delicate and delicate figure, she seemed to feel the hot gaze behind her, she turned her head to look behind her, and found the scholar who was staring at her graceful back.

Immediately, Xiafei's cheeks flushed.

She glared at the scholar coquettishly.

Looking back coquettishly, she really looked back at Bai Meisheng, those peach blossom eyes are naturally charming, and they are born to seduce the soul of men.

"Young master, the inn opened by my father is just ahead, and we will arrive soon. Young master gets lost at night, so you can stay overnight in the inn opened by my father, and let my father take you to find the official road during the day, and continue on the road."

The pair of peach blossom eyes of that delicate young woman, the water-sheared autumn pupils that seem to be able to talk, are watery, so pitiful in the cold wind, so weak.

Peeking at the back of the married woman was caught by the victim on the spot. The scholar hurriedly lowered his head, clasped his fists with the folding fan in his hand and bowed his head cautiously: "Ye Niang is too polite, it should be Xiaosheng who disturbed Ye Niang and you tonight." My father was right. My gluttonous little donkey got lost, which caused me to get lost on the road, and I left all my entanglements on the little donkey. Now I am penniless, hungry and cold, if I didn’t happen to go to the city at night Niang Ye, who rushed home to buy medicine, I'm afraid I'm going to sleep on the side of the road tonight."

"Just me, a powerless scholar, sleeps alone in the open late at night in this wilderness with no villages or shops in front of me. Once I encounter any wolves, tigers and leopards at night, I am afraid that I will be buried in the belly of the beast, and I will not see tomorrow. It's sun."

The charming young woman is walking ahead, her pair of talking peach eyes seem to be pinching water to look at the scholar: "Young master is too modest."

"Since I was a child, I have admired a scholar who has read books, has poems and books in his stomach, and is well-educated. The biggest wish in this life is to marry a talented scholar."

"It's a pity that Yeniang is just an ordinary little girl with a bad life. She married into an ordinary family and her family was unlucky. Less than two months after getting married, her husband and son-in-law died unexpectedly. Now she is left with a broken body. The matter is already high, and I will do some filial piety to my sons and daughters by the side of my father who is suffering from illness."

As the young woman spoke, her eyes were red and she was about to cry.

The scholar who was originally blushing and embarrassed to look at the young woman with his head down, now hastily raised his head to comfort the young woman with sympathy: "Ye Niang, you don't need to belittle yourself. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, the number one oiran in Fucheng, the number one talented woman in Wuzhou, is not even one ten thousandth as beautiful as Ye Niang."

"Ye Niang, you are not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted. You don't hesitate to walk all day to buy medicine for the old father in the city. This kind of filial piety is also rare in my life. Ye Niang, please don't belittle yourself like this again."

"Others can't see your beauty, Ye Niang, because they are blind. They are a bunch of vulgar people who look at people with a dog's eyes. There are many good men in the world, and someone will always find you good, Ye Niang."

The scholar spoke very eagerly.

Worried that the other party will really have unreasonable thoughts.

After listening to the scholar's words, the young woman was immediately moved. She looked at the scholar with peach blossom eyes and said, "Mother Ye, I really have a son, are you so good?"

The scholar mustered up his courage this time, looked directly at the little widow in front of him, and nodded with certainty.

The young woman Ye Niang Xia Fei's cheeks: "It is said that people who have read books are the best at talking, and they have a smooth tongue. No matter how many rich ladies and beauties can't escape the mouths of scholars."

As Ye Niang said, she glanced coquettishly at the scholar with her natural charm, those winking eyes almost charmed away the souls of men all over the world.

The two talked while walking, and there was a fire in front of them, and an inn appeared on the side of the road.

This is a small inn for ordinary people.

The inn is not big.

It is a two-story building.

The front yard with an earthen wall with a small stable, the earthen wall is made of straw and mud, and has a strong earthy smell.

In front of the courtyard with the earthen wall stands a flag flag, the long flag is black, with the name of the inn written on it——

Yuanyanglou Inn.

"Chang'an Avenue is narrow and slanted, with green bulls, BMWs, and seven-scented chariots. The jade chariot crosses the main house, and the golden whips flow to the Hou family. The dragon bears the treasure and the cover bears the sun, and the phoenix spits tassels to bring the sunset. The hundred-foot gossamer scrambles around the tree, a group of delicate Birds sing flowers together. Bees and butterflies play beside a thousand gates, and green trees and silver terraces are of various colors. The road crosses the window to form acacia, and the double ques hang down with phoenix wings..."

"The painting pavilion of the Liang family rises from the middle of the sky, and the golden stem of the Emperor Han is straight outside the cloud."

"We don't know each other when we meet in front of the building, but we don't know each other when we meet on the Moshang?"

"Excuse me for blowing the flute to Ziyan, who used to learn to dance for a long time."

"Why don't you die if you have success than your eyes? I wish to be a mandarin duck and not envy immortals."

Holding a folding fan in his palm, the scholar stood in front of the inn, shaking his head and impromptuly reciting a poem: "Mandarin Duck House, this name is well-deserved, I wish I could be a mandarin duck and not be envious of immortals! This inn's name is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

The young woman Ye Niang listened to the scholar's poems and odes, and her peach blossom eyes became more watery: "Young master is too absurd, my father just opened an ordinary small inn, and the name was just chosen casually."

"Wish to be a mandarin duck and not envy immortals..."

"It's no wonder that people in the world say that scholars are literary stars who are talented. The young master casually recited a poem, and the more Ye Niang chewed on it, the more she felt that the artistic conception in this poem is full of twists and turns."

Perhaps because of Ye Niang's praise, the scholar laughed out loud, and at Ye Niang's invitation, the two of them prepared to enter the inn.

Just before entering the earthen wall of the inn, the scholar suddenly paused in his footsteps, and looked up in a certain direction with a suspicious expression on his face.

"What's wrong, son?"

"But the inn opened by my father makes you dissatisfied?"

Ye Niang was delicate and pitiful standing at the door of the earthen walled courtyard, shivering in the cold wind, her voice was soft and heartbroken.

Sorrow hangs on the pair of beautiful willow eyebrows.

Seeing Ye Niang's frowning and sad look, the scholar knew that Ye Niang had misunderstood him. He stepped down and hurried into the courtyard to explain: "Ye Niang misunderstood Xiaosheng, how could Xiaosheng despise Ye Niang and this inn? .”

Then, the two entered the inn.

Ye Niang and other people's voices could be faintly heard in the inn.

……

……

Outside the inn at this time.

Jin An, the big-headed old man, and the paper-wrapped man carrying a chicken-bone lantern all watched as the scholar followed the beautiful woman into the small, earthy-smelling grave beside the road.

Obviously a big living person.

Just like that, it disappeared into the small tomb bag.

Disappeared out of thin air.

In this bleak, silent night, one could feel a slight chill on the scalp.

Because Jin An and the others are in the state of out-of-body spirits, they are now transparent spirits, so living people cannot see them.

Moreover, Mr. Feng Shui, who is good at using Feng Shui and performing the skill of Qimen Dunjia, is there, so it is not a problem to use the surrounding mountains and rivers to hide his figure.

So no one noticed their existence.

In fact, before the scholar entered the small tomb, he suspected that the direction he looked up was exactly where Jin An was.

Jin An carries the Five Thunder Slaying Evil Talisman.

Those with bad intentions cannot look him in the eye.

Even if the primordial spirit is out of the body, the influence on the living people in the world is somewhat reduced, and the scholar just now noticed something strange.

You can see Jin An looking directly at him.

It shows that the scholar's mind is not right, and he has some unreasonable thoughts about the little widow Ye Niang in his heart, so he can be deterred by the Five Thunder Slaying Evil Talisman.

"Master Jin'an, isn't that young woman pretty?"

The big-headed old man and Mr. Zhiren Fengshui looked at each other. At this time, the paper-made man of the white-faced middle-aged man said to Jin'an with deep meaning.

"It's really beautiful. Those legs can not only crush watermelons, but also crush men."

Jin An's gaze was fixed on the small tomb where the two disappeared, with a pensive look on his brows, he heard Mr. Feng Shui's words, and said without thinking.

Mr. Feng Shui looked at Jin An with a faint smile: "It seems that Mr. Jin An, you like... this kind?"

At this time, the old man and Mr. Feng Shui stood beside Jin An, looking at Jin An, waiting for Jin An's answer.

"like?"

"Ah."

"Mr. Yi, do you like women who are disheveled and can't even dress well?"

"I'm afraid of getting sick."

Jin An shook his head: "Feng Guanxia is worrying now, and the cardamom is missing the Shougong Sha. The God of Wealth takes over the Yuelao position, and there are only willows and broken flowers."

"I still like traditional people, I would rather lack than abuse."

After hearing Jin An's words, the big-headed old man and Mr. Feng Shui looked at each other and smiled.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being Mr. Jin'an.

Sitting in one's arms is not chaotic, an upright gentleman.

The world of mortals is prosperous, and the piece of green does not occupy the body.

High wind and bright festival.

When they saw Jin An staring at Ye Niang's body just now, they almost wronged Jin An.

The two of us have the heart of a villain and the belly of a gentleman.

Jin An stared at the tomb, thoughtfully said: "The beautiful woman who led the scholar into the tomb just now, I met in Fucheng tonight, she is a married couple with an antique dealer."

"The scholar followed the couple into the grave. If we don't rescue him, he will probably be eaten up by the couple's mouths tonight. He can eat people without spitting out his bones."

Jin An told the big old man and Mr. Feng Shui about the scene of the couple in Fucheng tonight.

Jin An curiously asked Mr. Feng Shui, what happened to the scene in front of him?

Why did they see grave bags.

But what kind of mandarin duck inn did the scholar see, "If you want to be better than your eyes, why don't you die, if you want to be a mandarin duck and not envy a fairy"?
"Because that scholar is about to die, Mr. Jin'an, did you hear that people who are about to die can see things that ordinary people can't see?"

"This sentence refers to the scene in front of me."

Holding a chicken bone lantern in his hand, the paper tie man came to the Longtu tomb that was about to be flattened by the years, and he took a photo of the burning chicken bone lantern in front of the tomb.

It seems that Mr. Feng Shui possessed the paper pierced man, and the scene he saw was different from the scene Jin An saw.

Jin An yelled?
"Mr. Yi, can you guide us to the Yuanyanglou Inn?"

Mr. Feng Shui smiled and nodded confidently.

If he could see the reality of this small tomb from the very beginning, he would naturally have a way to lead people to find the real Yuanyanglou Inn.

"Master Jin'an, do you know why I can see things that you and Zhong Laosan can't see?"

Because of the dog?
Not right.

Everyone is single, why can't I see it?
Jin An didn't answer, and humbly asked Mr. Feng Shui for advice.

"Because Mr. Jin'an's soul fire is burning too vigorously, all evil spirits retreat, so naturally they can't see the inn in this small tomb." Mr. Feng Shui began to explain.

"Although Zhong Laosan is a dead person, he has a special status. Before he died, he was beaten to death by his enemies, and when his soul was scattered, he was rescued by his wife who happened to pass by. The wife used great means to break Zhong Laosan into pieces. The soul is raised on a wonderful lotus flower to help him re-condense the soul. The lotus is a sacred object of the three religions, which avoids disasters and solves difficulties, hides mysteries, cleans the waves without demons, and emerges from the mud without being stained. Can't defile him."

"That's why neither of you can see the inn in the small tomb, only the paper man I possess can see it, because according to folklore, the paper man has been able to channel spirits since ancient times and was placed in the cemetery Paying homage to the ancestors is the grave guard with the most yin energy."

Uh.

Jin An opened his small mouth slightly in surprise and looked at the big old man and the lotus leaf on top of the old man's head in shock.

Old Lotus Fairy!

Nezha is reincarnated!

This is the first time that Jin'an knows the origin of the old man's life experience. I don't know if there are any fairy tales in this world about Nezha being resurrected by lotus root and becoming holy?
No wonder the big old man has a lotus growing on his head.

Emotion is the incarnation of the lotus, which transcends the three realms and five elements, and will never suffer from the suffering of yin and yang.

"Senior Zhong, has your lotus root body been cultivated?"

Jin An's nonsensical words made the big-headed old man a little confused. He was a little bit confused by the second monk, and he touched the lotus leaf on the top of his head. He always felt that Mr. Jin'an looked at him strangely today. Give him some chills on his back.

I always feel that Mr. Jin An has been staring at the lotus leaf above his head...

The way to see the Yuanyanglou Inn is very simple. Mr. Feng Shui stomped the ground with his feet, and two paper pricked figures floated out from the soil under his feet.

These two paper pierced people are all old men, it is no longer the last time Jin An met in the Dragon King Temple were all women.

One is a young and handsome scholar from a rich family who is sickly and weak.

One is a frost-haired old swordsman with a scar on his face. He has thick bones and a murderous look. He looks like a master of the rivers and lakes serving as a servant of a wealthy family.

Nothing to say, the old man with a big head took the initiative to possess the old swordsman Shuangfa, willing to be Jin'an's retinue.

Jin'an had no choice but to choose the paper piercing man who was a weak scholar.

After Jin'an Yuanshen possessed the body and stabbed people with paper, the vision in front of him was different. There seemed to be an extra-legal place between Yang and Yin, and only dying people hovered between Yangguan and Guimenguan. Only people can see it.

It was gray and foggy.

There is a hazy feeling of looking at flowers in the fog, and there is only a vague gray fog in the distance.

This made Jin An find a sense of going to the underworld.

Jin An was surprised.

Could it be that this is another special enchantment formed by the Dead Man's Scripture?Dead man's trail?

At this moment.

A layer of faint gray mist is shrouded around.

This mist is very light.

Faint enough that most people won't notice.

Even if you notice it, you will not be suspicious of these mist, just think it is a shallow mist rising at night due to the large temperature difference between day and night.

Afterwards, Jin An, who had turned himself into a scholar, walked towards the Yuanyanglou Inn in front of him together with the frost-haired elderly swordsman and the white-faced middle-aged man who were servants behind him.

"Mandarin duck building..."

"It's such a ghost inn in the Resentment Tower, the resentment lingers, and it's stuck in the throat, it's because of the suffocation that can't be swallowed."

Before people entered the courtyard of the inn, Jin An first noticed the black banner on the bamboo pole in front of the courtyard, and with a flash of his soul, the Yuanyanglou Inn on the banner became the Resentment Tower Inn.

One master and two servants walked into the yard.

Before people approached the yard, they smelled a strong earthy smell, which was the earthy smell of the graveyard.

At this time, the rain in the sky has not stopped.

still going down.

There was a chilling chill in the air.

One master and two servants pretended to be passers-by who came here to hide from the rain at night, and hurried into the inn. As a result, the inn was very lively. Post the big red happy word.

"Hey, three masters, are you here to eat or stay overnight?" As soon as the three of them entered the store, a waiter with fast legs and feet ran over to greet the three of them.

The waiter in the shop had a lot of expressions on his face, but he only had a pair of dead fish eyes that couldn't move.

Jin An nodded casually, then looked at the inn in front of him in amazement, and asked, "Shopkeeper, is there a big happy event for your family today?"

The waiter in the shop said with a happy face: "It is the jewel in the palm of our shopkeeper who is getting married tonight. The shopkeeper's daughter brought back a scholar. The two hit it off. We are going to have a wedding tonight and recruit a new son-in-law into our shopkeeper's house."

"That scholar is very talented and knowledgeable. He also wrote a poem for our shopkeeper's daughter, which was written by the shopkeeper as a calligraphy and painting and hung up."

Following the direction of the store boy's finger, he saw a calligraphy and painting on a beam and pillar——

... If you can achieve success, why not die? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not be envious of immortals.

After Jin An finished reading the calligraphy and painting, he became interested.

He took the servants behind him and walked towards an empty table, and asked Xiaoer to serve some good wine and food. He said that it was necessary to meet up with such a lively event, and maybe there would be trouble in the groom's official and bride's bridal chamber later.

At this time, the guests in the inn were not limited to their table, and those who could come here were all dying people, either seriously ill or dying, or destined to be bloody, and all the halls turned black.

(End of this chapter)