A Weird Theater That Started In London

Qinhuai River, above the painting boat.

The silk and bamboo wind music continued.

From time to time, a few women's coquettish laughter could be heard.

"Zijing, this glass of wine is for your brother's respect, so you can't refuse."

"Don't dare."

Prince Jing sat on the side seat, saying that he didn't dare, then raised his head and drank the wine glass.

This looks quite bold, but in fact, he was so drunk that he couldn't stop hitting the girl next to him, and at the same time, because of restraint, he straightened his body subconsciously.

This appearance made the girls around them hide their sleeves and chuckle.

Even Lu Li couldn't help but sigh, he was a young man, what did he say, he was still thin-skinned.

At this moment, Wang Zijing was full of drunkenness. Seeing a few girls around him smiling, he became more cautious, but he never dared to forget his mission, so he warned again: "Brother Meng Ming, the master asked me to go into the city to find you, but There is no escape."

"Because my brother understands in my heart, I will not dare to let Mr. Tiantai wait for a long time." Lu Li said sternly.

After being assured again, Wang Zijing was completely relieved, and said with a big tongue: "That's good, junior and senior brother to give brother a cup."

Young people can't hide things when they drink too much.

Especially Wang Zijing, a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, who grew up in the academy since he was a child, can almost be said to be ignorant of the world.

The first time he went down the mountain, he crashed into the Qinhuai River, the first-class rouge field in the world, and met Lu Li again.

After two or three glasses of wine, he said everything.

Mr. Tiantai was the imperial censor of the dynasty. After he became an official, he gave lectures on Qingliang Mountain outside Jinling City and established Chongzheng Academy.

In just ten years, the small school on the hillside at the foot of Qingliang Mountain has become a holy place for students in Jiangnan to study.

Besides, according to what Brother Zijing told, Lu Li also realized that Confucianism is indeed not simple.

"In the past, my master took me to study in the north, sleeping in the wilderness, and encountered strange things many times..."

At this moment, Lu Li's clichés are no longer needed, and Wang Zijing tells his own experience of studying abroad.

At the same time, Daniang and Su Xiaodie, a famous prostitute, looked at each other. They grew up in Jinling since they were young, and they had never heard of ghosts and ghosts. They were just talking nonsense when they were drunk for the first time.

"Master, your classmate is drunk, why don't you help him go to the room to rest for a while." Daniang leaned into Lu Li's ear and said softly, "The slave family asked the boat family to catch a few carp from the river and make some sober soup, but it is good?"

"No need."

Lu Li was listening intently. How could he agree? Facing Daniang's doubtful eyes, he smiled and said:

"Zi doesn't talk about strangeness, power, chaos, or gods, so he doesn't believe in them. He respects ghosts and gods and keeps them away."

When the words were over, he continued to look at the younger brother he had just met, and raised his glass to him.

And Wang Zijing was not ambiguous. Even if he was very drunk, he still insisted on refilling himself. Fortunately, Su Xiaodie, who was serving by the side, was clever enough to give this guy a shot in time, otherwise, he would have fallen to the ground.

Seeing this, Lu Li stopped drinking alcohol, instructed the guard in the corner to order the cook to make a pot of fish soup, then raised his eyes to the little junior brother who was muttering, and said with a smile, "Zijing, you are drunk."

Frankly speaking, this invitation was indeed a trick, but Lu Li didn't plan anything, he just wanted to know more about the situation.

It just so happened that this little junior brother was not deeply involved in the world. He was so sincere to himself when we first met, and he knew everything and said everything. Because of this, he had already recognized this younger brother in his heart.

"I'm really drunk."

Hearing this, Wang Zijing didn't deny it, and with the help of his female companion, he barely sat still.

And Su Xiaodie supported the little junior brother with one hand, and the other hand was not idle. She picked up two sour plums from the fruit bowl in front of her and fed him to chew.

After a while.

"I'm not good at drinking, I'll make my brother laugh."

The younger brother surrendered to the crime. Although his face was still flushed, he was much more conscious than before.

"It's okay, you and I are classmates, and now we see each other again, there's nothing to laugh at."

Dan Niang didn't react at all to Mr. Lu's words. She had been with her until now, and she had already guessed that the two met for the first time.

Could it be... What kind of ghosts really exist in the world?

"Junior and brother haven't finished talking about the study tour. To be honest, my brother has been interested in ghosts and gods since he was a child." Lu Li said frankly.

On the side, everyone was not surprised.

The ancestral plant has been around for thousands of years.

This is the case for the children of the major families who are guarding in Jinling. They are idle all day long. As long as they don’t commit crimes, they have a bit of a strange interest, but it’s nothing at all.

"There were too many strange things along the way, so I picked up two unforgettable things in my life and said."

The guest follows the host.

This banquet was originally funded by Lu Li, and because of his extraordinary status, Dan Niang, the famous prostitute Su Xiaodie, and the few servant girls all had no opinion, they all listened attentively.

As for the dozen or so guards, they were almost like wooden stakes from beginning to end. Lu Li didn't ask questions, they just stood silently in the corner, making sure that no accident would happen.

"Out of Jinling, going northwest for about 600 li, there is a deserted village, in which there is a widower named Li, who claims to have been unable to eat for more than ten days, but his stomach is very bloated."

"When we came, he was lying on the bluestone slab at the entrance of the village and wailing. Mr. Tiantai asked him, why did it become like this?"

In an era when entertainment activities were scarce, this kind of bizarre talk could really attract people. Tanya clinging to Lu Li, she was afraid and wanted to hear it.

On the side, the famous courtesan who was supporting the younger brother couldn't help holding his breath, silently waiting for the next text.

Under everyone's attention, Zijing didn't show any intention of showing off. He chewed two more sour plums, suppressed the rush of wine, and continued:

"Li widower said that one day he finished his farm work and was lying in bed in the evening to rest when he suddenly saw a woman walking out of the earthen wall of his house. Her hair was scattered like weeds. She hung down and covered her face. Go ahead."

"At first, Old Man Li didn't care, he just thought he was too tired, until the woman walked to the bed..."

Hearing this, a little maid couldn't help muttering: "A widower met a strange woman and walked to the bedside, what's the matter? It's so cheap for him."

Dan Niang and Su Xiaodie were so far away that they never heard.

When Lu Li heard it, he didn't take it seriously. He still looked at the younger brother and waited patiently for him to say the following.

"Call."

After spitting out a breath of alcohol, the younger brother felt much more comfortable, the slow pace of speech could not help speeding up, and a trace of fear appeared on his face:

"The woman came to the old man's bed and suddenly raised her hand to part her hair, revealing her face, black and fat, like a wild boar in the mountains."

The little girl who said that the widower was taking advantage of her just now pursed her lips and said to herself, "How can there be a woman like a wild boar in the world, she's just an evil spirit."

"After seeing the woman's face clearly, Old Man Li was terrified. He struggled to escape, but was held down by the woman. She jumped on the bed, hugged the old man's head, and put her mouth up."

Lu Li frowned, his expression strange.

And Dan Niang was sticking tighter and tighter. If she hadn't noticed her body shaking, Lu Li would have even thought that the little lady was deliberately taking advantage of him.

Not far away, Su Xiaodie was also pale.

The ancients were so unscared?

It's just that when it comes to ghosts and gods, after restoring the details a little, it is successfully substituted...

Looking at the younger brother who was reminiscing about old events, he was sweating on his forehead, his lips were white, and he was mostly sober.

I actually frightened myself like this. It seems that I really don't blame the few girls present for being frightened like this.

"Senior brother... I'm afraid..."

"it's okay no problem."

Lu Li smiled helplessly, turned slightly sideways, patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and said with relief:

"Jinling is the land of Longxing in the original dynasty. It was suppressed by the emperor's mausoleum. Since ancient times, the population has been prosperous. Which spirit can't open his eyes? Dare to hit this place."

"Furthermore, there are so many guards on the painting boat, and the suffocation is so strong that ordinary little devils can't avoid it."

When the words fell, Lu Li couldn't help laughing out loud.

Those guards also looked as usual. They had naturally heard of ghosts and gods, but they were not afraid.

People are afraid of ghosts for three points, and ghosts are afraid of people seven points.

The slaughterer's suffocating aura accumulated by killing livestock, Li Gui shivered when he saw it, not to mention the people who were in the army. These guards who protected the little prince, I don't know how many heads were chopped off. Nothing dares to come out to disturb people's dreams.

Hearing Lu Li's words, the younger brother gradually regained his senses and said in a buoyant manner:

"The woman put her tongue into the old man's mouth, and the old man said that something as cold as ice cubes slowly flowed into his throat. He didn't want to swallow it, but he couldn't breathe because of this, and in the end he couldn't hold it anymore. Take a sip."

"In this way, after a long time, the old man felt that he was about to suffocate. The sound of footsteps of villagers was heard outside the door, and the woman let go of her hand and hurriedly jumped into the wall."

"Since then, Old Man Li has been so bloated that he can't breathe, and he can't eat a single bite of food."

After speaking, the younger brother collapsed on the seat in relief.

The girl Xiaodie, who was in charge of taking care of him, had a complicated expression and was afraid of curiosity. After struggling for a moment, she said hesitantly:

"What happened to the old man in the end?"

"nothing."

The younger brother sighed and said, "The master said that he should leave a letter for him, just hang it at home, then he can be restored to the original, and there will be no strange things in the future."

"The rucksack is full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the old man doesn't need to pay for paper, but he doesn't believe that there is such a good thing in the world. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com scolded me and lied to him, saying that it was the New Year's Day. People who copy the couplets will be charged five dollars."

A country fool doesn't know anything...

Lu sighed inwardly, and became more and more curious about what Mr. Tiantai did in the end. Most likely, he left the calligraphy and left without saying anything.

"At the time of the dispute, another wild Taoist priest without a letter came to the village, saying that there was a way to save people, but he wanted the old man to stew the egg-laying hen at home as a reward. The old man Li didn't even think about it, and immediately agreed. "

"About half an hour later, in front of dozens of people in the deserted village, the wild Taoist priest finished eating the meat and drinking the soup, and used an unwashed pot to boil a bowl of ginseng and reed soup for the old man. After drinking it, he spit out a sticky pool The fishy smell, something like egg white, and the strange disease is cured."

The story ends here.

Several girls present breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Lu Xinchen felt a sense of familiarity, where did he seem to have seen this story...

By the way, it's "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai"!

It's called "Ghost"!

"I didn't expect this story to be related to Mr. Tiantai and the wild Taoist priest. The original text didn't mention it, and it didn't have such twists and turns."

"Sure enough, this is a specious world."

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