Spring River Flower Moon Night: Set of 2 Volumes

Chapter 78
On an early winter night, the wind was bleak and the snow was falling.

In a mansion, there was a sobbing and crying sound, which was sad and desolate, blending into the drifting snow, fleeting.

"Father, wake up quickly..." The house occupies a vast area, with carved beams and painted buildings, and sparse flowers and trees. It is obviously a wealthy family.

However, in the bedroom of the main house, there was a middle-aged woman in fine clothes sitting and crying in front of the bed, and on the bed lay a gray-haired old man over seventy years old.

Under the dim candlelight, it could be seen that his eye sockets were sunken and his face was scorched yellow, obviously he had been dead for a long time.

"Shuying, don't cry, my father has passed away..." Standing behind the woman was a middle-aged man slightly older than her, with thick black eyebrows and narrow eyes, he didn't look very intelligent.

"Shut up, it's too early to draw conclusions." The woman wiped away the tears on her face, her eyes brightened, and said fiercely, "There is one last solution, we have to try it anyway."

"Sister, sister, what are you thinking?" The middle-aged man saw his younger sister's face, and immediately took two steps back in fright. "Could it be that you want to bring the dead back to life?"

"Of course, father must not die. If something happens to him, who will the Chamber of Commerce take care of? You or me? Do we have the ability?"

While the two were talking, the thick cotton curtain was lifted, and an old monk in thin clothes walked in.He is over sixty years old, wearing a bamboo hat and straw sandals on his bare feet, it seems that he can't feel the cold of winter at all.

"Master, you are finally here. Please save my father." Shuying rushed towards him in tears as if she had seen a life-saving straw when she saw him.

The monk nodded, walked to the bed, and used his hands to forcefully break the dead man's mouth, but the dead man had been dead for too long, the body was already stiff, and only a small crack was opened.

He could only take out a willow-leaf knife from his sleeve, and cut open the dead old man's wrist neatly. Then he seemed to stuff something into the wound, chanting words, as if he was chanting scriptures.

Both brother and sister held their breath and silently watched the monk's every move.The room was eerily silent, only the crackling of the lights echoing in the cold wind.

After about a stick of incense, the monk finally stopped chanting and raised his hand slightly.

At the same time, the eyes of the old man who had been dead for a long time on the bed trembled slightly, and let out a long sigh.

一
Ten days later, another strange thing happened in a restaurant in Tokyo.

At noon that day, the auspicious snow had just started, and the restaurant was full of customers.A beautiful boy in Tsing Yi brought a girl of a few years old over for dinner. Just like most people who came to Tokyo for the first time, the two ordered a sumptuous banquet.

However, just when the two of them had eaten up the food and drink, the girl fell to the ground with her eyes closed tightly and her face livid.

"June! What's wrong with you? Get up quickly!" The boy in Tsing Yi immediately helped the girl up, but he couldn't wake her up no matter what.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he completely lost his calmness just now.

The guests put down their dishes one after another, and came to watch curiously.

"My guest, what happened? Let's go inside and talk about it!" The shopkeeper in the store saw that if the trouble continued, it would affect the business, he hurried up from downstairs and led them into the inner room.

"Please, save my sister..." The beautiful young man cried like a spring willow swaying in the drizzle, which was heartbreaking.

The owner of the restaurant was obese. When he saw the girl's pale face, he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. She was clearly a dead person.

"I don't know why, after eating your food and drink, she died suddenly..." the young man in Tsing Yi said anxiously.

"Blackmail! You are blackmailing!" The fat boss immediately jumped up angrily, pointed at his nose and cursed, "I have been in the shop for more than ten years, and I have seen you like this a lot. I will invite the doctor to come over and see what you do." Pack!"

After that, he hurriedly ordered the shop assistant to invite the doctor, but after a while, the doctor came with the medicine box.The fat boss immediately rushed forward as if seeing a savior, and asked the doctor to distinguish whether the girl's death was real or fake.

Seeing the girl's expression on the bed, Lang Zhong knew something was wrong, so he hurried forward, first opened her eyelids, and then put his hands on her neck.

"How is it? Can my sister be saved?" the young man in Tsing Yi asked with red eyes.

But the doctor frowned and remained silent, and took out a silver needle from the medicine box, grabbed the girl's hand, and gently stabbed the tip of her middle finger.

Seeing that the needle pierced into the flesh, and the girl didn't respond at all, he had no choice but to pull out the silver needle and sighed a long time.

"It's over, this little girl has been dead for a long time."

"What? You said the child is really dead?" The fat boss suddenly sat down on the ground, almost collapsed.

"Exactly! Her pupils are dizzy and she has no pulse. I pricked her ten fingers with a silver needle, but she didn't respond. She is already dead. Otherwise, the living people would not be able to bear this kind of pain." The doctor said pitifully. Looking at the young man in Tsing Yi, "Young Master, I still need to mourn."

No matter how clever a liar is, he would not put his own life at risk for money, so the fat boss had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky, and paid the man in Tsing Yi a large sum of money to settle the matter.

However, the young man in Tsing Yi took the silver and still did not leave. After mourning in the inner room for a long time, he hugged the girl's body and walked out of the restaurant through the back door.

After tossing for a long time, it was already evening when the sun was setting.

"Young Master, please stop." As soon as he walked to the street, a person chased him from behind. The person came in a blue robe and a medicine box in his hand. He was actually the doctor just now.

"Sir, what advice do you have?" Qingling rolled her eyes, and already imagined countless possibilities in her mind.

"I see that you brothers and sisters are deeply in love. It's really pitiful for this girl to suffer such misfortune at such a young age. I just want to tell you one thing. If you are a caring person, you might as well give it a try!"

"Sir, please tell me quickly." The doctor really had a kind heart to help the world, and after chasing him so far, he came here to provide help.

Qingling couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and bowed to him in admiration.

"Recently there has been a big event in Tokyo, which is about the resurrection of the dead." The doctor whispered, "If you have enough silver, you may be able to buy your sister's life."

"Oh? Is this true or not?" Qingling raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was quite surprised, "Can a dead person really come back to life?"

"I didn't believe it at first..." The doctor said slowly, "Half a month ago, I gave a consultation to a wealthy businessman named Bao in Tokyo. The old man was obviously dead, but I don't know what his daughter thought of. , actually brought her father back to life. Mr. Bao is in good health now, except that his brain is not clear, he is no different from when he was alive. The neighbors around say that the old man’s life is bought with money. If you don’t believe me, you can Go and ask yourself."

Qingling carefully asked where Bao's family lived before leaving.

As soon as he bid farewell to the doctor, he strode towards the inn with the girl's body in his arms, with a graceful demeanor and a smile on his lips, sweeping away the grief-stricken appearance just now.

"Hey, Qingling, you look a little bit smug when you came back just now." As soon as the two of them walked into the inn room, the girl jumped out of his arms and said with a smile, "If the fat boss sees it, we two Isn't it bad?"

"June, do your fingers hurt?" Qingling grabbed her fingers with concern and checked repeatedly.

"Why does it hurt? You don't even feel the pain when your head is cut off." June still smiled and said, "No wonder you proposed to take me on a cloud tour. It turned out to be convenient for fraud. In fact, if you want money, you can use more money." There is an easy way to get it, so why bother?"

"Hehehe, the so-called gentleman loves money, and he gets it in a proper way. Only reckless people do such things as stealing chickens and dogs and robbing houses." Qing Ling said with her head held high, as if she was very proud.

"Hey! This sentence doesn't seem to mean that."

"June, let's not talk about this anymore..." Qing Ling hugged the seemingly innocent girl with two buns on the table, and asked her seriously, "Do you want to live a real life? "

June bowed her head in silence, first nodded, then shook her head.

"Why?" Qingling frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled by her reaction.

"That's impossible...I've been dead for so many years, how could I come back to life..."

"As long as there is a way, we will try it." Qing Ling smiled at her, then turned and went downstairs to order food and drinks.

Only June was left alone, sitting alone on the wooden table in the inn, with a sad smile on his lips.

two

Early the next morning, Qingling went to visit Bao's family.Because of his handsome appearance and extraordinary demeanor, the servants did not dare to stop him, but went through the gate very smoothly, and sat in the living room waiting for the arrival of the master.

"Young master, I don't know what's going on here?" He had just drank half a cup of tea when a middle-aged woman with a graceful figure and a little fat came out from the inner room.

The woman looked at him with confused eyes, as if she couldn't figure out why this strange boy came here.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Bao here?" Qingling also pretended to be ignorant, "My surname is Hu, and I'm here to return the receipts he left behind."

"My father is not feeling well recently, if there is anything, just tell me the same thing." The woman immediately became more gracious and asked the servant to bring some hot tea.

"Oh? Is it just that you are unwell? Why did I hear that Master Bao has passed away?"

"Hehehe, it's just a lie told by foolish women, but Mr. Hu actually believed it?!" The woman smiled slightly, not caring at all, "Ten days later, the Bao family will hold a banquet, and my father will also be present at that time. If you, Mr. If you don’t believe me, you can come and see for yourself.”

After finishing speaking, she beckoned and ordered the housekeeper to take an invitation card and hand it to Qingling, seemingly confident.

Seeing her serious manner, Qingling knew that she would not reveal anything, so she simply took out a stack of papers from her bosom and handed them to her, "In that case, I will hand over the documents to Madam for safekeeping. For the pages that fell off, Madam please hand them over to the cashier for careful inspection."

"Thank you, young master, for making a special trip. If you don't mind, can you stay in the humble house for lunch?" The woman liked Qing Ling's face as beautiful as jade, and wanted to stay with him for a while.

"No, thank you Madam for your kindness. I'll see you in ten days." If we delay for a while, and the accountant finds that the account page is just waste paper, it may ruin the event.

After he finished speaking, he got up to say goodbye, and the moment he passed the middle-aged woman, he brushed his fingers slightly, and already took a strand of hair from her shoulder.

It was noon when he bid farewell to the Bao family and walked out the door.The cars on the street are like flowing water, and the horses are like swimming dragons, sweeping away the haze since the beginning of winter.

He had done a good job today, so he couldn't help being excited, and couldn't help but walk around the downtown area twice more.

Unexpectedly, when it was getting late and he was about to set foot on his way home, there was an extra person behind him.The man was dressed in gray cloth, wearing a bamboo hat, and holding a wooden bowl. He seemed to be a young monk.

It's just that the monk's clothes are thin and his feet are still bare in the cold wind, so he is not an ordinary person at first glance.

Qingling turned her head to look at him, rolled her eyes, smiled, and suddenly turned a corner and walked out of the city.

The monk was taken aback when he saw this, hesitated for a moment, and followed him to the wilderness.

I don't know how long I walked, the sun sank to the west mountain, and the surrounding became cold and chilling unique to winter.The cold wind around me is like a knife, and the stars above my head are fading. Every step I take feels cold.

The monk was able to resist it at first, but as he walked, it became colder and he couldn't help but retreat.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Qing Ling, who had been walking three zhang ahead of him without hurrying, suddenly stopped.I saw him lazily leaning against a crooked-neck tree by the side of the path, apparently wanting to take a rest.

Seeing this, the monk had no choice but to find a leeward place and sit upright on the ground to meditate.But after sitting for two hours, his hands and feet were numb from the cold, and he still didn't see Qingling intending to leave.

He couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer, and approached the crooked-neck tree carefully, only to see a man in a straight blue shirt with picturesque features, resting against the tree with his eyes closed.

Just when he was less than ten feet away from the tree, Qingling suddenly opened her eyes and smiled at him.

In the cold winter night, that smile seems to be shrouded in mist and distant.

When the monk saw his expression, he immediately felt something was wrong, and sure enough, the next moment he saw the blue shirt suddenly fall from the tree, and he collapsed to the ground.

There is only the cold wind falling around, and the wild grass is everywhere, where is the shadow of Qing Ling?
"Qingling, what are you thinking? Why are you laughing while eating?" In the room of the inn, June was holding the rice bowl, curiously looking at Qingling who had been laughing non-stop since she came back.

"Hehehe, I was thinking about that monk, who is so stupid as to follow others." Qingling ate the chicken leg with a smile, "I thought of a way to lure him to the suburbs, if I guessed correctly, he might even You can't even get in through the city gate."

"Why did he follow you?" June frowned, with an ominous premonition welling up in her heart.

"I guess it's a bit of morality, I see that I'm a different kind, and I'm planning to subdue demons over my own strength." Qingling didn't think so, "June, you are still young, you may not know, there are always some people who are overconfident People with a little bit of ability go everywhere to uphold justice, but in fact, how can there be absolute justice in this world?"

"Hey, we two, we don't know who is older than the other!" June snorted coldly, "Be careful that the boat that sails for thousands of years is my experience of living for thousands of years. I always feel that monks will never miss out." Following you for no reason."

After dinner, the two went into the inner room to sleep in June.In the dim living room, only Qing Ling was sitting alone under the shadow of the lamp. He took out an invitation card from his arms and carefully opened it, revealing a long curly hair inside.

"Hmph, if you don't tell me, do you think I really have no way of knowing?" He sneered, and moved his long hair close to the candle, and there was a light stabbing sound from his hair, and a wisp of white smoke came out.

Qingling looked at the rising smoke, muttering words in her mouth, gradually the thin invisible smoke spread and deepened, it was as thick as incense in a temple.

Strangely, in the smoke, several vague figures flashed, one of them was the woman who received him at noon, with luxurious clothes and graceful figure.

Behind her is a bed, under the brocade quilt, there is a face of a decayed old man.Although the old man's eyes were closed tightly, his breath was like a thread, and he was no different from a dead person, but Qing Ling could tell at a glance that his spirit was stable and he was fine.

"Thank you, master, for saving my father's life. My little girl really has nothing to repay." In the depths of the smoke, it seemed that there was another person hidden, but that person was so humane, leaving too few traces, no matter how he looked at it, he could not see it. I don't know the figure of this person.

"The old man's life was indeed saved, but he will forget a lot of things and only have some basic memories. I hope the benefactor will forgive me."

"As long as my father can survive, I will be grateful."

"There is one more thing, benefactor, please pay attention..." Not only was the figure ethereal, but even his voice was intermittent.

"Master, please speak."

"Don't let him look in the mirror, not even once. If he accidentally sees his face in the mirror, all his hard work will be in vain!" After the man finished speaking, he turned around and left.

In that instant, a gust of cold wind seemed to blow in from outside the door, blowing his clothes fluttering, and the deliberately concealed figure became clear.

I saw this man wearing a bamboo hat and a gray monk's robe, with a slightly hunched back, he seemed to be an elderly monk.

"Why is it a monk again?" Seeing this, Qing Ling waved her sleeves to disperse the condensed smoke in mid-air. He only felt confused and muttered while sitting on the chair.

And, why can't the resurrected man look in the mirror?Is there any conflict between the two?
three

"June, I seem to know who is the one who has mastered the art of bringing the dead back to life." The next morning, when the sky was bright, Qing Ling who had been sitting by the window suddenly said.

"So what?" June was like all children, with two little buns tied up, sitting at the table with her head tilted and reading a book, without even raising her eyelids.

"Don't you want to try it?"

"So what if you try? It will be even more sad if you fail to hope, it's better to have no hope!" June curled her lips and continued to flip through the book.

(End of this chapter)