strayed into fairy mountain

Chapter 3 [Three Fires]

Looking at the mahogany sword in Zhang Jingxu's hand, and the voice of shouting and asking with a cold face, Zhang Gui suddenly laughed for some reason!
It's weird to laugh!
"If you are still a night watchman, maybe I will be a little more cautious."

"However, you are no longer!"

There was a kind of inexplicable complacency in the sinister smile, but there seemed to be some kind of intolerance hidden in the murmur.

He looked at Zhang Jingxu, and suddenly sighed: "Actually, I don't want to harm anyone, but I have to."

He looked up to the sky as he spoke, as if recalling something: "You guessed right about one thing, I am indeed not from Zhangjia Village, but at the same time you guessed wrong, I was indeed from Zhangjia Village once."

This sounds very convoluted.

While admitting that he is not from Zhangjia Village, he also said that he is indeed from Zhangjia Village.

The diametrically opposite rhetoric is confusing.

However, Zhang Jingxu seemed to understand a little bit, and said thoughtfully: "You admit that you are not from Zhangjia Village, which means that you are not from Zhangjia Village now. But you also say that you are from Zhangjia Village, which means that you used to be from Zhangjia Village. live here, right?"

Zhang Gui still looked up at the sky, and murmured, "It's not just that I lived here, I have lived in Zhangjia Village all my life, and even until the day I died, I never left the village for thirty miles..."

He paused while talking, and continued to murmur: "And the only time I went out for a long time was the time I made my usual money."

Zhang Jingxu kept silent, as if he didn't want to interrupt his memory.

However, Zhang Gui withdrew his gaze up to the sky, and began to look at Zhang Jing with a sinister smile: "You should have understood that I am no longer a human being. I am a lonely soul, a ghost, and I was full of resentment when I was dying." , leading to the growth of hostility after death, so I cannot enter reincarnation, and I am doomed to be a harmful ghost..."

Zhang Jingxu pointed to the big pit in front of him, and asked, "When you were dying, you held resentment, was it because of the money?"

Zhang Gui smiled darkly, but did not answer.

Zhang Jingxu continued: "Let me guess. Before you were alive, you were a citizen of Zhangjia Village. There was a blind mother in your family. Because your family was poor, you had no money to treat her..."

"But you are filial by nature and feel like a knife is piercing your heart. In order to treat your mother, you chose to take risks."

"You are an honest citizen, you have never traveled far in your life, but for the sake of your mother, you decided to travel far once."

"That trip was supposed to be to get some ill-gotten gains, and you succeeded, and you brought back a lot of money."

"But I don't know what happened on the way back. As a result, you died in this forest before entering the village. The bones were scattered outside, and no one collected them for you. Therefore, you became a lonely ghost."

After Zhang Jingxu made this guess, she looked at Zhang Gui and asked, "Is my guess right?"

Zhang Gui just smiled sullenly, as if Zhang Jingxu had really guessed it.

However, with a violent roar, he said with a hideous and terrifying face, "It's not ill-gotten gains, it's my coolie money. In the severe cold, I jumped into the icy water to dig pond mud for three consecutive months, a whole winter... It's money I've saved up, all winter long."

For a whole winter, he jumped into the icy water to dig pond mud, and as a result, he only saved money.

There are one thousand copper coins in the usual money, which sounds like a lot, but the whole winter is so long, it is only a few pennies a day when it is apportioned.

What cruel exploitation and oppression.

Zhang Jingxu was silent for a moment, then sighed softly: "This damn world."

Zhang Gui's voice was even colder, and he said with deep resentment: "Poor people deserve this. Since I choose to work hard, I don't resent their exploitation. To be honest, although I have suffered all winter, I I am actually happy in my heart... because with this money, I can finally hire a doctor for my mother."

Zhang Jingxu was slightly taken aback: "In that case, why did you say you harbored resentment just now?"

"Why do I harbor resentment?"

Zhang Gui suddenly smiled miserably: "Because, because, they don't even plan to let me take home the money that has been exploited to the extreme!"

Amidst the miserable laughter, his eyes were blood red, he pointed at the woods in front of him, and wailed, "It's in this place, in this place, their servants killed me, so that I couldn't bring the money home when I was dying... ..."

"I didn't even bring the money home when I was dying!"

It's a terribly sad story.

Zhang Jingxu only felt that his chest was congested and uncomfortable.

He could imagine that a poor commoner worked hard for a cold winter, finally saved money, brought it back with joy, prepared to treat his mother, and his heart was full of longing for life.

However, just one step away from his home, he was intercepted and killed!

The poor people are killed and their lives are gone. In fact, it is not the biggest hatred!
When hope suddenly despairs, it is resentment.

No wonder it turns into a ghost.

……

Zhang Jingxu really wanted to comfort her, but unfortunately she couldn't say it.

Suddenly he frowned, and noticed a loophole in the story: "Since you were intercepted here, those servants should have stolen the money, but why, there is still money buried in this pit? Could it be that their conscience discovered it? "

"Hahahaha!"

Zhang Gui laughed wildly when he heard his doubts, and said with a ferocious expression: "They will find out with conscience? How is it possible, how is it possible?"

"Not to mention regular money, they didn't even keep a single copper coin."

"After killing me, I stole it away!"

Zhang Jingxu frowned even more: "Then where did the money come from?"

"The money in the pit?" Zhang Gui continued to laugh wildly, and suddenly pointed at the big pit: "Take a good look, is there really money in the pit?"

Zhang Jingxu was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the big pit in front of him again, his whole body was shocked, but deep sadness emerged in his heart.

I saw that in the big pit in front of me, where there was still money, there were some skeletons scattered here and there.

He blurted out, full of shock: "The copper coin just now is an illusion?"

I only heard Zhang Gui's extremely sad voice: "This is my skeleton, with resentment attached to it, I died because of money, and turned into copper coins. They robbed me of my coolie money, and made me an angry ghost."

Zhang Jingxu sighed silently, and said softly: "I understand, so this is unwillingness to die. Resentment, so this is resentment."

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Gui: "Although you were full of resentment when you were dying, the people who harmed you were those big families, and our Zhangjia Village is your hometown, why are you killing people in the village?"

He paused for a while, pointed to Zhang San who was not far away, and said: "For example, Zhang San's nephew, his age is about the same as when you were dying. He also has a mother in his family, and he needs to support him when he gets old. However But you have fascinated Zhang San's heart, obviously you want to kill him here..."

After Zhang Jingxu finished speaking, he asked solemnly: "Do you really have the heart?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Gui yelled, "Why can't I bear it? I hurt him because he had loopholes to exploit. If it wasn't for the greed in my heart, I couldn't let him be fascinated by ghosts at all!"

As he spoke, he roared again, and said with a frantic expression, "Besides, I'm already a ghost, why do I miss the old villagers? I couldn't be buried in Zhangjia Village when I was dying, and there are not enough people in the village to make me miss the old."

Zhang Jingxu remained silent.

After a while, he sighed: "You were born in Zhangjia Village, so you should know the situation in the village. Everyone in our village is poor. We have lived a hard life for too long, and it is difficult to resist the temptation of consistent money... So, Zhang The third nephew's greed is understandable."

Zhang Gui just sneered.

Zhang Jingxu continued: "Just now you kept urging him to get money from the pit, but you actually wanted him to pick up your bones, right? Could you tell me the way to do this? Could this be your way of harming people?"

"That's right!" Zhang Gui was also frank, and said darkly: "If the evil spirit wants to harm people, it must catch people's flaws. If he picks up my bones, I can use my resentment to inflate him, and it only takes a moment. In a moment, he can die."

"Then what if he doesn't take it?" Zhang Jingxu asked back.

Zhang Gui raised his head in a tone, and said in a low voice: "If you don't take it, there is a way. Forcibly puff him with ghost energy, which can also make him sick."

Zhang Jingxu's heart moved: "It's just an illness? It won't die immediately."

Zhang Gui obviously hesitated for a while, as if he didn't want to reveal his secret, but after a long time, he finally replied for some reason: "Even ordinary people have three fires on their bodies.

"The three fires of a person are amulets, one on each shoulder, and one in the middle of the forehead."

"If an evil spirit harms someone with ghost energy, it will first suffer three counterattacks, so if Zhang San doesn't take my bones, then I will also suffer heavy injuries if I forcefully kill him."

Zhang Jingxu's heart moved again: "How heavy will the severe injury be?"

Zhang Gui hesitated again.

After another long time, I calmly replied: "It's enough to make my soul fly away."

How can an ordinary person's three fires have such power?

Zhang Jingxu was visibly shocked.

Zhang Gui seemed to see his suspicion, and suddenly sighed softly.

He pointed to the mahogany sword in Zhang Jingxu's hand, and said mockingly: "Now you understand, the night watchman relies on three fires, but the night watchman has no special skills, they just exchanged their lives for the safety of the village .”

Zhang Jingxu frowned: "Since this is the case, ordinary people should be able to do it too."

Zhang Gui sneered: "Ordinary people can do it naturally, but are ordinary people willing to work hard? No matter how poor life is, after all, they can survive with difficulty. And being able to survive is already a kind of happiness."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Jingxu, and said, "But the night watchmen are different. You are born with five disadvantages and three deficiencies. You are often looked down upon by others, or ridiculed and teased."

Zhang Jingxu nodded thoughtfully and said, "Under such circumstances, it is inevitable that you don't care about life and death. What joy is there in life, why bother in death."

Zhang Gui sighed: "That's why night watchmen dare to risk their lives with their own three fires. And ghosts are generally unwilling to resist three fires unless they have to. As long as they are burned, they will easily lose their souls."

Zhang Jingxu quickly asked: "After the three fires burn the ghosts, what will happen to the night watchman?"

Zhang Gui turned into a sinister smile again: "Of course I will die, this matter is to die with the evil spirit."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Jingxu, and said, "How is it? Do you feel very scared now? Although you used to be a night watchman, you have become a normal person now... You no longer have five disadvantages and three shortcomings, and you can Living a normal life, then, do you still dare to take three fires to fight this evil ghost like me?"

What Zhang Gui said was very clear.

If you work hard, you will die together.

Although the three fires can burn ghosts and souls, they will die after burning.

The choice is tough.

……

The night was gloomy and the fog was thick, Zhang Jingxu was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "I don't plan to fight you with three fires."

Zhang Gui immediately laughed mockingly, and his ghostly aura began to churn.

You dare not fight me hard

Then I will kill Zhang San.

But the next moment, the ghost suddenly stood on the spot in a daze.

Because Zhang Jingxu spoke slowly again, his tone became extremely gentle: "The reason is very simple, uncle, I don't think you are a ghost..."

The night was cold and cold, but Zhang Jingxu's voice was like a stove, and she said more gently: "I knew from the very beginning that you are a good boy. Although you are dead and you are dying with hatred, you don't have the heart to hurt others. .”

"Son, you are a good boy!"

"Uncle, I promise you that I will collect your bones and bury you in the village grave at the west end of our village, next to your mother's grave..."

"Son, this should be your wish."

"You used bones to turn into coins, and tempted Zhang San to dig it out. Actually, you didn't intend to harm Zhang San, you just hoped that he could bury you home. Right?"

"In that case..."

"Son, uncle will take you home!"

This last sentence, and the gentle and friendly sound of going home, actually made a ferocious ghost stiffen all over, and suddenly knelt down in front of Zhang Jingxu.

howling!

"Uncle, uncle, I am suffering, I am really suffering. Buried in this big pit, I can only be cold every day... Uncle, uncle, I am suffering!"

Zhang Jingxu stretched out her hand and gently stroked his forehead.

Although the palms passed by and couldn't really touch Zhang Gui, Zhang Gui trembled all over, with a deep happiness on his face.

That kind of happiness is obviously a kind of happiness that has elders to be attached to.

"Uncle, take me home. Bury me next to Mother."

"Okay, uncle will take you home."

The night was still gloomy and cold, but the thick fog slowly dissipated.

There was a bright moon, which sprinkled the sky with brilliance.

"Son, let's go home."

"Even if you've been dead for a long time, you're still a child of our Zhangjia Village. Since Uncle is watching you at night, how could he have the heart to let you wander alone..."

(End of this chapter)