Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 5

Yang Jin's calligraphy and painting mahjong speed was as slow as ever, and He Tang had to find other things to pass the time.

He was curious about the gossip about the mass grave next door, so he pestered Yang Jinshu to tell him.

Yang Jinshu has lived in the tomb for seven years, and he knows the temperament of his neighbors very well, but he is very confused about their deeds during their lifetime.

"The people in the mass graves seldom talk about what happened before they were alive. I only know some old things roughly, and I can't tell the truth from the fake."

He Tang propped his chin and looked at him: "It's okay, you tell me, I'll listen."

Yang Jinshu then told him the gossip he had heard over the past few years.

Old Liu was a long-stay resident of the Mass Burial Mound. It was rumored that he was not from this place. A traveling merchant passed by and died of a sudden illness. He was unable to return home after a long journey.However, the children were unfilial, and started fighting for the family property when his bones were not cold, and no one paid any attention to his dying father.The old servant of the family changed his shroud and bought a coffin for him, and buried him here after his first seven days. It is rare in a mass grave to have a shroud, a coffin, and a tombstone.

He Tang sighed: "His shroud is made of good material, and his family property seems to be quite a lot when he was alive, but it's just that he feels aggrieved after death."

Yang Jinshu nodded: "He hides in the coffin every year on the festival day, and he doesn't know what he's thinking."

"I feel sorry for my son and daughter's unfilial piety." He Tang rested his chin, "But speaking of it, since he hasn't been reincarnated yet, it must be that he still has a wish? What do you think he has?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, what about Wan Niang and Shi Tianning? Are they a couple?"

"No."

"what?"

Yang Jinshu spoke carefully.

Wan Niang is a dancer in Tianxiang Pavilion in the city. When she was 23 years old, she was spotted by a high-ranking official passing by and ransomed for her.Wan Niang had been with a high-ranking official for two years, she died somehow, her body was thrown in a mass grave, she was wearing her plain skirt when she died, her figure was emaciated and pitiful.At night, a little maid secretly ran to the mass grave, cried and dug a pit for her and buried her without even erecting a tombstone.

Shi Tianning was a lone knight, his skills were not as good as his when fighting with his enemies, and he was killed.The rivers and lakes are in the rivers and lakes, and the end of the world is home.His friend set up a coffin for him, buried him in a mass grave, and held a simple funeral according to the rules of the world. Brothers came to worship every year, and he was not forgotten.

Yang Jinshu didn't know how long they had been dead, probably the days of mass burials were too boring, Shi Tianning and Wan Niang chatted together, and they started a double cultivation, as for whether there was a long-term relationship, who can say for sure?

"A lonely life, a happy world, their fate is really..." He Tang couldn't find a suitable word, so he said, "Actually, this is also very good. I didn't meet my beloved when I was alive, but there was an extra one when I died. enemy."

What he said made Yang Jinshu chuckle, he just felt that He Tang was clever, weird but cute.

"What are you laughing at?" He Tang was dissatisfied, "Where's the magic stick? What happened to him? Being beaten to death by an apprentice sounds terrible."

"This..." Yang Jinshu hesitated to speak.

He Tang urged: "Say it quickly!"

Yang Jinshu sighed and could only tell him.

If the stories of the other three people were just told by others, then Yang Jinshu witnessed what the magic stick experienced with his own eyes.

In the winter three years ago, it snowed heavily for several days, and the mountain was covered with thick snow.

Yang Jinshu nestled in the house reading a book, although he didn't feel cold, but the pain in his memory was still there, always giving him the urge to cough.This is a problem left over from his illness during his lifetime, which makes him sick even in winter.His father and mother burned a brazier made of gold leaf for him, and it was already a gleaming golden brazier in his hands.He threw some wood chips into it casually, pretending to light a fire.

While drowsy, he heard the sound of fighting in the distance.

Few people went up the mountain in winter amid heavy snow, so he thought it was the Yang family who came again.

The sky was gloomy and there was no sun. Yang Jinshu had gained some knowledge at that time, so he left the house under an umbrella and left after hearing the sound.

There is a forest in the back mountain of Yang's house. In winter, all the leaves have fallen and it is bare.

There were two people fighting with swords and swords in the woods. Yang Jinshu stood on the top of a tree and looked down. He saw a young man in black chasing a Taoist priest with a sword and stabbing him bloodily.The Taoist priest was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, panting to block, but he was seriously injured and exhausted, so he was no match for the young man in black at all.

Yang Jinshu didn't know what grievances they had, and why they came to the back of Yang's house to fight. He thought it was the enemies who were desperate, so he didn't rush to help.

He stood on the top of the tree and watched quietly. The snow on the surrounding trees fell down because of the actions of the two, covering their heads and faces. The two didn't realize it, and they were still fighting.

Just when the Taoist priest was stabbed fiercely by the sword in the abdomen by the young man in black, the Taoist priest suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkled, he looked straight at Yang Jinshu standing quietly in the treetop, and quickly said a formula.Yang Jinshu felt the heavy handle of the umbrella in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat. The Taoist priest fell on the young man in black and died instantly.

The young man in black was also seriously injured, the sword was still stabbed in the Taoist's belly, he staggered and knelt down, and threw the Taoist's body aside.

Yang Jinshu walked over and stood in front of the young man, his eyes were red, his body was covered in blood, and his face was full of hostility.

Yang Jinshu frowned and looked at the corpse of the Taoist priest he had thrown aside. There was still warmth on his body, but the heavy snow was flying, and soon the corpse became cold, and his body was covered with a thin layer of snow.

The young man in black rested for a while, ignoring his wounds, pulled out his sword from the corpse and held it in his hand, and grabbed the Taoist priest's nape collar with his other hand, and dragged him forward.

Yang Jinshu was deeply surprised, not knowing why he had such a deep hatred with the Taoist priest, so he couldn't help but follow him all the way.

The young man in black dragged the Taoist priest's body from the back of Yang's house all the way to the mass grave, picked the most conspicuous place, threw the body away, and then stood on a high place, staring at the body.

After days of heavy snowfall, the wild dogs on the mountain were already starving. They smelled the smell of blood and chased them out. Seeing the fresh corpse exposed in the snow, they screamed excitedly and rushed forward without saying a word. The three wild dogs, In the struggle with each other, the Taoist priest's corpse was torn clean, and he ate to his heart's content, leaving only some bone residue.

And that young man in black just stood on a high place and watched this scene expressionlessly. His body was covered with snow, the redness in his eyes had long since disappeared, and his face was as white as a ghost.

"Don't talk about it!" He Tang folded his arms and shivered in the corner of the wall, "It's so scary!"

Yang Jinshu: "..."

He opened his arms and waved to He Tang: "Come here, give you a hug."

He Tang groaned and huddled into a ball in his arms, feeling like goosebumps were going to fill his soul!

"Master, woo woo woo..." He Tang hugged his neck and cried, "Why is your story so perverted!"

Yang Jinshu looked up at the sky, and it wasn't that he wanted to scare Hetang. He himself was almost scared out of his wits when he witnessed all this, okay?

He patted He Tang on the back and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, the matter is over."

"Then...then what happened afterwards?" He Tang stared up at him with big eyes blinking, "The god stick's body was eaten by wild dogs, so why did it turn into a ghost? Shouldn't it be lost?"

"Do you still remember that he said a formula to me before he died?"

He Tang nodded.

"He is a Taoist priest who knows some spells. Before he died, he attached his soul to my umbrella. I am a ghost, and I am full of yin. The umbrella in my hand is a magic weapon I bought back from the ghost market at a high price. , has the effect of suppressing the soul, so his soul is attached to my umbrella, even if the body is gone, the soul is suppressed and not lost."

"Then you saved him?" He Tang clicked his tongue twice, "If you hadn't stopped by to take a look at that time, he would have died out of his wits, right?"

Yang Jinshu nodded, and said slowly: "The Taoist priest understands spells and some ghost techniques. He reminded me to practice, and I also cultivated well. He kept the three souls and seven souls to leave my umbrella. He has been with me for a year, and he is too lazy to go elsewhere. , so he stayed here. However, he always remembered the scene of being killed in the back of the Yang family, so he didn't like staying here very much, and went to the mass grave to settle down."

He Tang opened his mouth wide: "So compared to being killed by an apprentice, the scene of feeding wild dogs in a mass grave is more acceptable?"

Yang Jinshu smiled and patted his head: "The priest doesn't seem to care much about his corpse being fed to dogs."

"Then he must value his apprentice very much..." He Tang rubbed his chin and said earnestly, "The Taoist priest must have been heartbroken."

But Yang Jinshu thought of the young man in black who silently witnessed the process of the wild dogs eating the Taoist priest's body in the snow. He obviously killed someone, but he let the snow cover his body as if he had lost his soul, and the wounds on his body were frozen. scab.

How did he leave later...

"What are you thinking about?" He Tang shook his hand in front of his eyes.

Yang Jinshu came back to his senses, held his hand and said, "I was wondering if his apprentice regretted it all these years, was he sad?"

He Tang snorted: "A person who can do this kind of thing, how can he regret it?"

Yang Jinshu didn't answer.

"Being a teacher for a day, being a father for life, his behavior of bullying teachers and destroying ancestors is to a certain extent, that is patricide!" He Tang spoke plausibly, and suddenly said, "No, this logical relationship is very problematic! In short He killed his master and fed it to the dogs! No matter what, he is very cruel! What kind of apprentice did the magic stick accept..."

"That's a matter between their master and apprentice." Yang Jinshu patted him on the shoulder, "He Tang, it's time for us to bask in the moon."

As soon as he reminded him, He Tang found himself huddled into a ball trapped in his arms, blushed immediately, flew out with a swish, hugged the door frame without letting go, and scolded him: "Stinky rascal!"

Yang Jinshu: "..." Obviously you ran into my arms by yourself, okay?

"Huh?" He Tang looked at himself with wide eyes, "Did I fly out just now? I can fly!"

Yang Jinshu put away the mahjong on the table, and walked over slowly: "Yes, I can fly now."

He Tang was jumping up and down about to fly, but he still fell to the ground with a thud: "How about flying?"

Yang Jinshu laughed, and picked him up from the ground: "Your skills are too shallow, let's go, let's bask in the moon."

"No, I'll eat something first... I'm so hungry..."

Yang Jinshu took a candle from the air and hid it in his sleeve, hooked his waist and said, "I'll feed you while the moon shines."

He Tang was weak: "Hungry..."

Yang Jinshu had no choice but to hold He Tang by the collar of the little ghost and floated up the hillside, feeling infinitely emotional: This little ghost eats too much, the incense and candles are not enough for him to eat, and the melons, fruits and pastries have been wiped out by him long ago... It seems that Go and entrust a dream to your parents and ask them to send some more offerings.

It's not easy to raise a daughter-in-law... It's even more difficult to raise a daughter-in-law who can eat...

Yang Jinshu was a little happy and sad, but fortunately, the little ghost who was being carried by his neck was quite well-behaved, hugging his waist and waiting to be fed meekly.