Take your sister to catch a ghost

Chapter 268 Afterlife
"Is this the place where your bones are buried?" Looking at the grave, she sighed, feeling a little bit sorry for him. He had waited so long in the underworld, and the grave should not be like this.

There are no tombstones in these two tombs, and they are very simple. If there were no stories handed down, these two tombs would have been bulldozed long ago.

"I'll come to burn incense for you later, and now I have to do something very important." I said.

As I was turning around, suddenly a black shadow flashed by, and I hurriedly chased after him, but the man had disappeared, leaving only Xiaoxi fainted on the ground.

I didn't even have time to take a look, so I hurried forward to help Xiaoxi up, and the first thing I did was to take out the soul that Wang Zhenyu had injected into her body.

I thought she would wake up, but it didn't work.

I shook Xiaoxi and called her a few times, but she still didn't respond, frowning as if she was having a long dream.

"Don't try to wake her up, you will regret it." A faint voice came from around, and I hurriedly got up and shouted: "Who is it? Come out!"

As soon as I finished shouting, the voice disappeared, and the surrounding area fell into silence. I didn't care about it immediately, but picked Xiaoxi up and rushed into the temple in a hurry.

The monks in these ancient temples are much more humane than the commercial temples outside. When they saw someone in need of help, they rushed to help us.

Finally, surrounded by them, we were brought into the meditation room.

The abbot of the temple is an ordinary person with no special abilities, but he is kind-hearted, and he can't help calming down just by looking at it.

Looking at his movements, he seemed to know a lot about medical skills, and quickly pressed on Xiaoxi's wrist, feeling Xiaoxi's pulse. After a while, he opened Xiaoxi's eyes and looked at them. He fell back all at once, and with quick eyesight and quick hands, I hurried forward to support him.

"What's wrong?" I asked the host.

The host took a few breaths before saying, "It's okay, it's okay."

Afterwards, he checked Xiaoxi's pulse, but did not draw any conclusions.

"Take her hand off her chest." The host said, "She is dreaming, and she is probably in a nightmare state. She has half awareness of reality and dreams. When she finishes this dream, she may be woke up."

I frowned, nightmare?Why did he suddenly fall into a nightmare state?

"What's the matter?" I asked.

The host shook his head: "It shouldn't be a serious problem, I suggest that it's better to send it to the hospital to have a look."

I said oh, the hospital can't do anything about such a thing, I hope, as the host said, she is just dreaming.

After we finished our work here, the host told us to leave first, not to disturb her, otherwise the outside world and the things in the dream will be imposed on her together, and it is very likely that reality and dreams will become indistinguishable.

After leaving the door, I asked the host Xiaoxi how long it would take to wake up, and the host said, "Soon, it will only take a day or two."

Only then did I feel relieved, but then the host asked me: "What's the relationship between you as a female benefactor and your benefactor?"

"She's my sister!" I said.

The host was taken aback for a moment after hearing this, and then let out a thoughtful oh.

"Is there a question, Master."

"Benefactor, please follow me." After thinking for a long time, the host said this sentence, and then walked towards the apse.

I was stunned for a while, and then followed. The host took me to the apse, first to the outside of an unnamed room. This room is not big, it is just a common Zen room, but it is unoccupied.

The host stepped forward and pushed us away, and then called me in.

I was a little puzzled, and followed in.

Right above the room is a large dark case, on which are placed the Four Treasures of the Study, and behind the case, hangs a piece of white cloth with a large Zen character written on it.

On the left is a bed, and on the right is a bookshelf, on which there are many scrolls.

After waiting for me to look around for a while, the host said, "Does the benefactor know where this is?"

"Li Chenying's room?" Looking at the layout, I knew it was the place where the scholar used to live.

The host smiled and nodded: "The benefactor is knowledgeable about the past and the present, I admire you."

I laughed, and then the host walked to the front of the bookshelf, took a scroll from it respectfully, and opened it carefully.

Then show me the contents on the scroll.

It depicts a woman, dressed in a skirt dress, with a Uyghur hair bun, staring at an ancient book in her left hand with extreme concentration, while holding a brush in her right hand, she seems to be modifying something.

However, the woman above, I seem to have known each other.

Afterwards, the host brought me some scrolls, all of which were this woman, with different poses, but they were all lifelike, just like looking at a real-life painting. Seeing these scrolls, I felt a little uncomfortable. The four years the scholar became a monk He has never seen Shangguan Wan'er in it, but he remembers her posture and appearance so clearly, and being able to show it so vividly shows how deep his affection for Shangguan Wan'er is.

"Since the benefactor knows Li Chenying, he should know his story." The host said.

I nodded. When it comes to understanding him, I would say number one. No one would dare to say number two. Of course, the dead Shangguan Wan'er was an exception.

"The benefactor, please come with me." The host said again, and then took me to the room where the scriptures were stored in the temple.

The host rummaged through the bookshelves for a while, and finally found a box. He opened the box and took out a piece of yellowed paper for me.

"For me?" I was a little unsure.

He nodded: "This piece of paper has been handed down from the Tang Dynasty to the present, and no one has been able to read and understand what it draws."

"How do you know I understand?"

"The benefactor will know just by looking at it." The host said mysteriously.

I was puzzled and opened the folded paper.

As soon as I opened it, I was shocked immediately, and the piece of paper fell from my hand. I took a moment to pick up the piece of paper and read it again.

There are two people drawn on this piece of paper, one is a scholar, and the other is actually Xiaoxi!

"Who said this painting?" I asked.

"The painting by Li Chenying's benefactor has been handed down from the temple. It is said that this piece of paper was painted by Li Chenying's benefactor on the night of his journey to the west. No one has been able to understand the content of this painting for so many years. Today I met the one just now. Female benefactor, this old monk just remembered this."

I frowned. It was the Tang Dynasty when the scholar died, how could he draw a picture about Xiaoxi at that time.

With a skeptical attitude, I re-examined the painting.

The painting on it is indeed Xiaoxi and the scholar. Xiaoxi is leaning on a standing stone tablet, and the scholar is standing behind her holding an oil-paper umbrella for her.

"He is from the Tang Dynasty, how could he draw modern people? This painting is not left here by someone with a heart." I said.

The host shook his head: "This painting has been here since the day I became the host of Pujiu Temple."

Staring at the painting again, I suddenly remembered a very familiar picture.

When I crossed the Naihe Bridge in the underworld, the picture of my afterlife displayed on the Sansheng Stone was a woman in white clothes leaning on a stone tablet. Although I couldn’t see the words on the stone tablet clearly, the picture was similar to the picture drawn by the scholar. , it turned out to be the same. Of course, there is no scholar in the picture of my afterlife.

"Sansheng Stone!" I immediately understood what was going on. When the scholar was dying, Zhong Kui brought up a Sansheng Stone from the underworld. The scholar must have seen this scene from the Sansheng Stone.

This picture is the afterlife of the scholar!
Cui Cheng told me that the Sansheng Stone is inside the Pujiu Temple, so I hurriedly asked the host, "Is there a Sansheng Stone in this temple?"

After hearing this, the host was puzzled for a while, then shook his head: "There is no such thing in Pujiu Temple."

How come, Cui Cheng shouldn't lie to me.

"Can the benefactor understand what this painting means? The female benefactor on it is the same as the one you brought, it's really strange."

"I don't understand either. I will definitely figure it out when I find the Sansheng Stone," I said.

The host obviously didn't understand what I said, and I didn't want to explain anything to him. After staying here for a while, I returned the paper to the host. After the host put away the painting, he took me out of here.

I went back from here and immediately arrived at the meditation room where Xiaoxi was. She was still frowning and refused to wake up.

I took a look at Xiaoxi, but I still didn't understand why the scholar would draw Xiaoxi's portrait. Is his afterlife related to Xiaoxi?
Every time I encounter difficulties, I can't help but log on to QQ to have a look, but this time, there is no voice in the QQ group, and I have sent several words, but no one has replied.

Just when I was about to give up, the master Zhongge who used to call me martial arts in the group suddenly replied to me: "What's wrong?"

I was overjoyed and immediately asked about their current situation. He said that they were all okay, but this time the loss was heavy. Fortunately, I knew that the head of Taoism that I have always admired is Wang Zhenyu, otherwise Taoism would not be able to move forward.

After talking about these digressions for a while, I talked about Xiaoxi's current situation in the group.

At this time, a master from Quanzhen replied to me: "The Maoshan Clan is very familiar with medical skills. I heard that not long ago, the remaining disciples of the Maoshan branch returned to Maoshan. Now he is the head teacher of Maoshan. I heard that this article is very powerful. , you can ask him to try."

"who is it?"

"Wang Yu, it's called Wang Yu!" said the people in the group.

I was taken aback, why him?
Before I finished my doubts, the former master Maoshan in the group told me that he had already told their headmaster about the situation, and their headmaster promised to come over immediately and asked where we were.

I hesitated for a while, and then sent the words of Puji Temple.

Afterwards, the people in the group asked me about the situation here. I tried to be as normal as possible, but they still found it thrilling and asked me to be more careful.

I asked the people in the group about the information about the man in black who took Xiaoxi away, and they all speculated that they could escape safely under Wang Zhenyu's hands. They had never seen such a person.

(End of this chapter)