White Bone Monkey King

The moonlight in the mountains is sparse and cold.

Far apart.

Looking at the vast and desolate surroundings.

Jin An felt a mixture of loneliness and homesickness. He felt a little sad and sighed softly.

See you soon.

He headed toward the basin at the foot of the mountain.

He bent down and bowed with his fists in his hands.

The Taoist priest frowned: "Why do you go to a cannibal temple if you have nothing to do?"

Jin An: "The father and son who were killed were honest and kind people. Even after they died, they never wanted to harm my life or make me a scapegoat. Instead, they woke me up from my sleep several times to remind me that there was a ghost in the temple. , told me to run quickly."

"So I am not worshiping the ghosts and gods enshrined in the temple, but Wang Tiegen and his son. I am grateful for their life-saving grace. It can be said that they saved me twice in total."

"If there is a chance, I hope to have the opportunity to return here in the future, collect their corpses and send them back to the village, so that their families can be reunited and they don't have to be lonely ghosts."

"Good people don't deserve to suffer."

Jin An spoke in a heavy tone at the end.

The moon hung low after the rain, as if it was very close at hand.

The ancient moon hangs in the sky.

Under the old pine tree stood two figures, an old man and a young man.

The elder was wearing a five-color Taoist robe and a pair of blue and white Shifang shoes.

He is about forty years old.

Although the five-color Taoist robe is old and has been washed a little white, it is clean and tidy with no wrinkles. It can be seen that its owner must cherish this Taoist robe very much and is still reluctant to throw it away even though it is very old.

This is a Taoist priest who cherishes his feathers and keeps himself clean.

The other person is an even stranger young man.

Thin skin, tender flesh, white skin and white teeth, just in his early twenties.

Keep your position short.

He looks like a handsome scholar from a family of merchants and officials, but also looks like a young monk who has just returned to secular life. He feels a bit nondescript.

"Someone is coming." The Taoist priest suddenly said something without any beginning or end, breaking the silence of Shanyue.

Jin An looked around blankly, the sky and the earth were vast, and he saw nothing except the blurry outline of the undulating mountains in the dark night.

The Taoist priest raised his hand and pointed in a direction at the foot of the mountain, as if he were an immortal under the moon pointing out the lost way: "There is a 'Qi-gazing Technique' in "Guangping Youshuo Synaesthesia", which is called the soul of the scholar. It is the descendant of Wenquxing, and Because scholars read to show off their merits and honor their ancestors, every word in the articles they read will shine and emanate from the scholars’ apertures, like colorful clouds and vast scenery. Therefore, the ancients would often describe poetry If one can become an immortal, literature can become a saint."

"For example, people with first-class talents like poetry immortals and literary immortals, their light can soar into the sky and compete with the stars."

"Even the smallest scholar can emit a faint light like a small oil lamp, shining on the doors and windows, helping the talent to think diligently and sharply."

"One mile away from the official road at the foot of the mountain, the light on the man's body was nearly ten feet high, so I said someone was coming. The person who came was at least a Jinshi or a third-level flower with a good reputation."

Jin An was shocked.

He looked back at the mountains that were still as deep as ink. The night gave him black eyes, allowing him to see nothing in the night.

He feels like the longer he stays in this world.

The physics teacher's coffin board is becoming more and more unbearable.

Jin An's heart moved.

With eyes filled with anticipation, he asked: "Taoist Priest, how many feet and inches do you think I am?"

As a person who is struggling with the explosion of knowledge and the ocean of the Internet, gold scales are not a thing in the pool. I must have read more books than the ancients ate salt. After all, I am surrounded by gold and gold. ?

Unexpectedly, when Jin An turned his head to look at the Taoist priest's position next to him, there was no one there...

Under the old pine tree behind him, there was only the blood-stained body of a Taoist priest abandoned in the wilderness.

The Taoist priest's body was mutilated, with his lower body missing. Only his upper body, stained with thick blood and wearing a five-color Taoist robe, was left, as if it had been torn into two pieces by some powerful monster. The Taoist priest had his back against an old pine tree, but his hands were tied. Yin, the person walked peacefully, with no expression of pain on his face.

The strange thing is that such a strong smell of blood did not attract the attention of jackals and beasts... Maybe it has something to do with the handprints?

The frost-white moonlight shines on the face of Jin An, who is deep in the mountains and forests, making him look a little pale.

Wild mountains and ridges.

Tigers roar and apes cry.

They are all haunted by lonely ghosts.

Damn it...Jin An is cold again.

…

It was dusk two days later.

After a spring thunder, as the Qingming Festival gradually approaches, the weather begins to get warmer and warmer. Today is a sunny day.

There is a county on the bank of Yinyi River.

It was a county called Chang.

Chang County is very lively and bustling with people, including the sounds of children running around and shouting, and the sounds of vendors and footmen shouting.

"A huge stone was broken into my chest, and I sold myself to bury my sister..."

"Candied haws on a stick, crisp and sweet, with a stick in it..."

"A craft passed down from our ancestors, you can make sugar figures big, small, thick or long~"

"Mom, mother, I want to lick the dog! I want to lick the dog!"

"No, mother, I'm going to lick the dog!"

There were urchins pointing to the candy-making stall on the roadside, crying and rolling on the ground.

The streets are full of people, including ordinary people wearing unembellished linen clothes;

There are also young ladies from wealthy families wearing spotless jade belts or pink plum-colored snow fox cotton-padded clothes;

Of course, there are also those who are always licking blood with their sword heads.

These rough and tumble men and women have fleshy faces, strong energy and blood, and tendons all over their bodies. Whenever they glance at the rich young ladies with thin skin and tender flesh, their eyes are full of evil, as if they are picking out fat pigs to be slaughtered. sheep.

It was almost getting dark at this time, and many people were already sitting in restaurants and teahouses on the roadside. In front of one of them, there is a green bamboo pole with the words "Xu Ji Teahouse" hanging on it. Most of the seats on the first floor are full. Among these people are literati wearing long gowns, Yuanwailang wearing military uniforms, and businessmen with their wives... People are on one side Sipping the tenderest new tea picked before the Qingming Festival, while listening to the storyteller tell about the latest happenings in Chang County.

There is a folk saying that tea before Ming Dynasty is as valuable as gold.

What I am talking about is that this tea was picked before the Qingming Dynasty. It has tender buds and leaves, a green color, a fragrant aroma, a mellow taste and a beautiful shape. It is a top quality tea. There are even some top-quality new teas that require a young girl to pick them with a clear mouth in order to retain their original aroma, which is not something ordinary people can afford to drink.

Snapped!

As the storyteller's book was struck by a panic, the story began slowly.

"The day before yesterday, there was a strange case in our Chang County, called the 'Thunder God Killing the Corpse Case'. Just when the matter had been concluded, a carriage suddenly came to the village at night."

"There were three people on the carriage traveling at night. They were a coachman, a scholar, and a young man. They wanted to stay in the village for the night. One of the young men was eight feet tall and eight feet wide. He had a majestic body. In the process of killing people in the village, he actually scolded the villagers for disregarding human life and being ignorant and superstitious."

"It looks like a 'Thunder-Killing Case', but there is actually a case within the case. After the young master solved the case, he accidentally got involved in another major case related to the imperial court's state affairs! There was actually a case within a case within a corpse. , jaw-dropping!”

"If you want to know the details of this case..."

"Now, listen to the old man as I speak slowly for all the spectators..."

"By the way, there is a secluded village ten miles away in the southwest corner of Chang County, called Shangpan Village. What I want to talk about today is a bizarre case that happened in Shangpan Village the day before yesterday."

"There is a woman named Li in Shangpan Village, and her husband is Li Cailiang. Although they are not rich, they work together as husband and wife and work hard. They have a small fortune, have no worries about food and clothing, and have a son."

"At midnight that day, the day's hard work of farming was over. As usual, Li Cailiang and his wife went home to cook and prepare dinner. Li Cailiang did not go home immediately, but led the old buffalo in the field to drive Send it to the next family in the same village before dark to prevent others from missing the spring plowing time."

"In villages everywhere, it is common for several families or a village to raise a cattle."

"But just when Li Cailiang was returning home after returning the cattle, something strange happened..."