Shamanism kills the god

Maybe it was because the worry in her heart was finally gone, the old woman breathed a sigh of relief, and she spoke more fluently. .

Under her explanation, Mu Feng gradually understood what was going on.

It turned out that decades ago, this was the manor of He Yuanwai, a well-known local man. His family was well-off, and it was second to none in Puyang Town.He Yuanwai had no sons, and he only had a daughter when he was nearly 60 years old. Under the guidance of a wandering Taoist priest named Ruoxu, he named him Liushuang.Leaving a Tibetan poem "Puyang flowers and moonlit night, where there is no frost", Taoist Ruoxu drifted away.

As an old girl, He Yuanwai, who was thought to be the best of the best, naturally loves her very much. Since she was a child, she has hired a teacher from a private school to teach her how to read and write.After growing up, the eldest lady of the He family not only grew up like a lotus flower, but also knew almost everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.However, until the double eighth year, Hua still hadn't betrothed to anyone.The matchmaker almost broke the threshold, and she didn't like any of the people she introduced until one night more than 40 years ago.

That night, it was windy and rainy, and a scholar who was going to Beijing for the exam came in to stay.Coincidentally, Mrs. He's private school happened to be away on business during that time.He Yuanwai saw that the scholar was talented and knowledgeable, so he invited him to live in the manor for a period of time, and gave him a large sum of money to replace the private school teacher who was temporarily busy.I never thought that the young miss of the He family would fall in love with that scholar at first sight as soon as they met, and after a period of contact, she would not marry him.

On the one hand, Yuanwai He is getting older, on the other hand, he also hopes that his daughter will get married as soon as possible so that he can have a grandson as soon as possible; under the pressure of his daughter's death, he agrees to their marriage in a moment of confusion.Unexpectedly, on the night of the wedding, when preparing for the wedding night in the bridal chamber, the scholar suddenly left without saying goodbye, leaving a note saying that he was going to Beijing for the exam, and there was no news from him since.

Sadly, Miss He committed suicide by throwing herself into a well on a stormy night.The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and within a year, He Yuanwai and his wife left one after another due to excessive grief. A well-off and wealthy family just fell apart like this.

After He Yuanwai died, some old servants who had nowhere to go continued to live in this mansion, and slowly, they began to discover some strange things.

Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I will always hear the faint sound of the piano, or the faint and ethereal singing, as if someone's woman is singing in the backyard. After living in the big mansion for a long time, no matter the old man or the young and strong boy, all of them suffer from various diseases, their seals turn black, and even die strangely.Slowly, rumors spread that the He family's mansion was haunted, and the surrounding people moved out one after another.

"Oh, what a crime, Miss He is also a pitiful person; but if this continues, there is no way out. If it is not really homeless, our old couple will not live here. Poor old man who has worked hard all his life , I have lived here for less than half a year, and I can't walk... Fortunately, I met the young master today, otherwise, my old woman would not know what to do! Thank you, sir, thank you benefactor." The old woman wiped the dirt on her face. Tears, as he talked, he kowtowed to Mu Feng to thank him.

"Old man, please get up quickly, this is impossible!"

Mu Feng helped the aging old woman with both hands, and asked in a deep voice: "Is that ungrateful scholar named He Xuangao? Also, what happened to the old monk you mentioned just now?"

"That scholar, I heard that his surname is also He, but I really can't remember what his name is!"

The old woman was contemplating deeply, but after all she was getting old and couldn't remember many things that had been going on for a long time, "As for the old monk, it was a few days ago when I went to Puyang Temple on Puyang Mountain to make a wish. It seems that I heard that it is called Master Kongwu. Many people asked him to make a wish, and they said it was very accurate. I also asked him about it. He said, I don’t have to worry about anything. Within three days, There must be noble people coming to help solve your troubles. Hey, I didn't expect it, it's really amazing!"

Master of nothingness?

Mu Feng was secretly amazed, he never expected that there would be such a strange person in this remote barren mountain.

"My lord, you are such a weak schoolboy, it's not good to be on the road all the time. According to me, why not go up the mountain to make a wish tomorrow morning, maybe you will fully recover in a few days!" The old woman kindly suggested.In the eyes of many people in the countryside, when they are seriously ill, going up the mountain to make a wish is more effective than seeking a doctor.

"Brother Mufeng, I want...to go up the mountain with you tomorrow morning! Look..., can I?"

Before Mu Feng could speak, Shuang'er said it first, looking at Mu Feng softly while talking.

The body is weak, the face is pale, and I look weak and weak, and I feel pitiful, which makes people unbearable to refuse!

"Okay, let's go, let's go back, don't disturb the old man's rest!"

Mu Feng nodded, greeted the old woman, then helped Jing Wushuang to turn around and leave.

In the vast world, there are countless strange people, but most of them do not live in temples, but live in seclusion in the mountains.He suddenly heard that there was such an effective old monk, and he also wanted to see it face to face.

Study tour, as the name suggests, is to travel abroad, to see the customs and customs of various places, and at the same time to learn what you lack, or what you can't think of, or what you can't do.This is the true meaning of study tour, and it is also the fundamental reason why the ancient sages praised study tour.

There are some truths that cannot be read in books. They need to be savored in life by themselves, and they need to be quietly realized during travel.

"Thank you, Brother Mufeng!"

Jing Wushuang glanced affectionately at Mu Feng beside him, with a sweet smile on his face.

Staying here for a day, going up the mountain to make a wish is only one aspect, the more important aspect that Mufeng doesn't know is that she hopes to spend more days on the road and spend more time with Mufeng.When she wakes up every day, she always feels that there is not enough time, and the day passes by in a hurry.Especially when he was seriously injured and under the meticulous care of Mu Feng, every day passed so quickly.

How wonderful it would be if time could stay at this moment forever!

Jing Wushuang walked very slowly, very slowly, and with Mu Feng's support, he hoped that this gravel path from the backyard to the wing room would never be finished in his lifetime!

Waiting for Jing Wushuang to lie down, pulled the quilt for her, and after confirming that she was asleep, Mu Fengcong jumped out of the window, and came to the backyard again after a few ups and downs.As soon as the right hand was stretched out, the eighteen pole flags appeared in the hand, and they were inserted into the ground with a sound of 'du'.The next moment, a cloudy wind rushed towards the face, and a cloud of white mist seeped out from a banner, slowly condensing into the figure of a woman in white.

Uh...

As soon as it was released, the female ghost screamed sharply, ready to pounce.

"Miss Liushuang, Mu Feng, a scholar of Jianning, is not your enemy, see clearly!" Mu Feng's body was full of energy and blood, calm and calm, looking at the fierce female ghost, he continued, "Say it, The He Xuangao you mentioned just now, what does he look like, and where is he from?"

"Hahaha, Jianning scholar?"

The wounded female ghost laughed, with a ferocious expression on her face, "42 years ago, you said that you were a Jianshui scholar, surnamed He, named Xuangao, named Yueye, and you were going to Beijing to take the exam. You said something serious, and my family was destroyed as a result. .Now, change your body into another appearance, say that you are a scholar of Jianning, and change your name, can you deceive me?"

He Xuangao's incarnation?

Mu Feng couldn't help laughing, looking at the eerie female ghost who was gnashing her teeth in front of her, she felt more compassion in her heart.

How desolate it is for a lady from a famous family who once knew books and rituals and was held in the palm of her parents to be reduced to what she is now!

"Although I, Mu Feng, am not a big shot, I have never done anything wrong in my life. I am who I am. Is it necessary to lie to a female ghost like you?"

Mu Feng paused, then continued calmly: "Humans and ghosts have different paths. Originally, you should not be allowed to continue living in this world. The reason why I didn't kill you was because I happened to know an old man named He Xuangao. I just want to know the truth. Believe it or not, it’s up to you. Think about it, think it through, and then tell me!”

Looking at the female ghost who has been dazzled by hatred, Mu Feng shook his head, and as soon as he finished speaking, he pinched her and put her away, then turned and left.

One is a ruthless heartless man, and the other is a scholar-bureaucrat who is not afraid of the collapse of Mount Tai, has high morals, and is kind to himself.He really didn't want to see that the two were the same person.