Beyond the Divine States

Lantern.

Now the city is full of lanterns.

They are more like red and heavy persimmons when they are on fire.

After the old man died, the light and heat of the lanterns in the city seemed to be taken away, and all the light seemed gloomy and cold.

On the long bridge, the girl, who was a performer, looked at him with a smile. She seemed very happy and danced barefoot. The singer also fell behind her, playing with her hands, as if she were plucking an invisible string.

No one who comes and goes can see them.

Rather than ignore their provocation, Ning Long's figure moves suddenly, but runs towards the direction where the shadow disappears.

The girl stopped dancing, looked at the direction of his disappearance, and said anxiously, "this young man seems to have some means. Shouldn't he become the variable of the Lord Ming?"

The singer is still teasing the silent strings, but her face seems to be intoxicated. At the moment, the girl asked, she just said indifferently: "dead, what do you care about so much?"

The little girl felt that there was some truth and continued to dance around.

……

It's getting late. On the other side of ningqishui's old house, my wife closes the door, cleans up the bamboo strips for making lanterns, and finally cleans the house.

The room was very quiet, with only the occasional rustle.

The old woman dug out a slender candle from the pile of sundries, lit it up and put it on the table. The candle light lit up one of the holy places, on which only seven words were written - the memorial tablet of the grandchildren's eastern transportation.

Dongyun is the name of his grandson. When he was seriously ill, he asked a famous doctor to treat him. He was almost cured. As a result, she had to ask Ning Jishui for a bowl of Fushui.

She holds the candle and looks at the holy place. Her guilt and hatred make her body shake with the candle. She picks up the cloth and wipes it. Then she closes the holy place on the table.

Then, she thought of some things, these things let her mind also some trance.

She thought that two days ago, when she saw Ning Qishui's house smoking, she had a dagger hidden in her sleeve and knocked on his door. At that time, she was dead hearted, and there seemed to be a voice telling her that you really should die.

But that day, she did not see Ning Jishui, but saw her two disciples. She wanted to take out the dagger in her sleeve, but an inexplicable idea stopped her. She put her hand into the cloth bag on her waist, took out a pendant that she could not remember, and gave it to each other.

Everything is very untrue. She even wondered if she was old and dazed.

But it didn't matter. She sat in a chair for a while, then pulled out a pair of iron scissors from the basket. After a long silence, she stuck it in her neck.

At the moment when the scissors were about to cut the skin, the door opened, and a boy in white grabbed the scissors, and then formed a field with his spiritual power, which hindered other people's sneak attack.

The old woman felt the great strength of the scissors.

She opened her eyes and looked at Ning Changjiu. She recognized him and said angrily, "how are you? The old man killed my grandson. What kind of good man does his apprentice pretend to be? "

Ning long removed the scissors. Instead of looking at the old woman, he looked at the holy place. At this moment, he realized that the things in the city were more complicated than he expected.

He thought it was a big demon who wanted to make waves in the city, and some strange patterns and atmosphere in the city also proved this.

So he also made preparations in advance, and had already expected the old woman to be the monster.

And a series of things happened tonight, which changed his mind. He had a glimpse of a grand plot of blood and bone entanglement, but he could not see all its outlines for the time being.

Ning long walked to the side of the case, picked up the tablet, looked at the words above, made the final confirmation.

The old woman stared at him and said harshly, "what do you want to do?"

Ning Changjiu asked, "your grandson is dead?"

The old woman was exposed scar, angry face: "yes... He died, he was killed by ningzhuoshui!"

Ning Changjiu asked, "what are you doing when you visit the door twice and send these things?"

My wife seems to be a little bit dull. She stares at Ning for a long time with venomous eyes, but she doesn't say anything, because many of the things she is doing now are contradictory. Some of them obey the sense of reason, and some of them are driven by instinct

Make.

Ning long continued to ask: "in addition to you, who else sells lanterns in the city?"

The old woman still didn't answer. She looked at the throne for a while, and then at Ning Changjiu, as if she would turn into a fierce ghost at any time.

Ning long sigh, looking at her, said: "it seems that you do not know?"

The old woman said angrily, "what are you talking about?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly broke the tablet into two parts and threw it in front of the old woman's shoes. The old man looked at the sudden scene, and her look changed from shock at the beginning to anger like eating people. She stared at the broken tablet on the ground and kept shouting her grandson's name. Her old body trembled, as if her skeleton would collapse at any time.

"You... You... You are worthy of the apprentice of Ning Jishui. The apprentice of that old man turned out to be... Not a thing!"

She leaned on crutches, knelt in front of the half of the throne, tears.

Ning looked at her for a long time and said, "but from beginning to end, you have no grandson at all."

The cry stopped suddenly, and the old woman raised her head. On her wrinkled face, her pupils were white in the night.

……

"I don't have grandchildren? How can I have no grandchildren! My grandson's name is Dongyun. His mother was born with a handlebar. His father was so happy that he went to Shangdong Third Street to buy a fish and caught three fists of green onions... How can I not have a grandson? My grandson was killed by that evil Taoist! " The old woman's voice was sharp and painful.

The old woman holds her head. She wants to recall the time when her grandson was still alive as usual, but somehow she can't remember anything, as if that period of time had been forcefully erased.

What's more, she gradually finds that she can't even remember her past. She can't remember what she looked like when she was young, as if she had been a gray haired old woman since she was born.

The only memory in my mind is sitting on the bench of the room, weaving lanterns with bamboo strips, and painting paper paste on the lantern shelf.

She looked up, her eyes blank and fierce, like the old wolf showed his paws before he died.

"What kind of magic did you do... Why can't I remember anything? Give me back my grandson, you demon

While she was talking, the old woman got up from the ground. She suddenly threw her crutch and threw her fingers at Ning Changjiu.

……

In another old house, Shubai cleaned up the bronzes in the house and swept the not so spacious yard again. Then he stood in front of the half blackened iron blue curtain and thought about whether to change a new one this year.

Finally, he secretly took out the bag of copper money, which was still bulging, with only a few steamed buns missing.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that something about greed and evil thoughts in his heart had disappeared.

He looked at the bag of copper money and frowned, thinking that he hated Naning catching water, and knew that the bag of copper money was probably ill gotten gains, but no matter what, it was not his own thing. I Shubai had always had revenge and resentment. Where could I do this kind of furtive business?

No, it's not like being yourself

He gradually began to think about what happened two days ago, and suddenly came up with an absurd idea. The deep hatred in his heart, which could hardly be dispelled, seemed to disappear after he met the young man in white and knelt down on his knees with his head pressed. After saying that, he even had the idea of being a good man.

After the old woman knocked on the door and looked at herself unintentionally, he suddenly felt that the veil at the bottom of her heart had been lifted again, and the previous good ideas had become ridiculous.

He didn't know whether the ups and downs of this emotion were illusions or real, but at that moment, the darkness in his heart seemed to have been erased again, and he once again felt that he should return the bag of money to the young man.

Tree white sitting on the cold ground, silently thinking about these, chaotic thoughts of ghost general floating.

Suddenly, in his field of vision, the light dimmed a little.

He looked up and saw that at the junction of the courtyard and the lobby, the master was standing like a tree, his snow-white hair blowing in the night wind.

"Master..." Shubai called.

The old man was silent for a while, then slowly said: "boy, come here."

Shubai got up in doubt and walked to two places

In front of him, he looked at his old face and asked, "master, what's the matter?"

The old man took out a bronze key from his waist. He handed the key to Shubai and said, "there are still several pieces of white copper paintings in the storehouse. You can take them out later and move them to the side of the sand water. There are many stone piers beside the sand water. You can put these copper paintings one by one in the order of stacking, from west to East."

Shubai was a little surprised and asked, "master's copper painting is worth a lot of silver. It's placed at random where people often pass by. If it's taken at will, what can I do?"

The old man just said, "just do as I say."

Tree white looked at the palm of the simple key, wanted to ask, but still closed his mouth, hold the key and nodded.

When the old man had finished, he turned back and walked towards the room.

Shubai suddenly remembered something and asked, "what happened to the story of the white bone corpse demon that master told last time?"

The old man's body slightly pause, he did not answer, tone also some hair dry: "what white bone corpse devil? I've told such a story. It's supposed to be nonsense. I can't remember... "

Then he went into the dark night.

Tree white picked up the key, opened the door of the warehouse, the warehouse is full of dust cobweb, as soon as the door opened, the ground mice and insects squeak away, he covered his mouth and nose, endured the nausea in his heart, walked in.

He looked around, and there was only a wooden box in the middle of the warehouse, which should be what the master told him. He opened the wooden box, took a look, confirmed that there was no mistake, his back was on his back, and walked towards the direction of sand and water. To his surprise, the box was not as heavy as he thought. He came to the upstream of the sand water and saw it. Please remember the first domain name of this book: www.shuquge.com . Shuqu Pavilion_ Biquge mobile reading website: m.shuquge.com