Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

A Yin limped back to the alley barefoot with high heels.

Wuqian was bluffed when she turned her head back. The bright and beautiful aunt she had been out had messed up her hair at the moment, her cuffs were wrinkled, the makeup on her face was dizzy, and a small piece of carmine was pasted on her mouth. Bian, was looking at him panting.

It’s just a loss of love, and torture has become this virtue. Five coins put down the book calmly, nothing to say.

Ayin stroked her hair, but the first sentence was in the tone of Xingshi’s questioning: “I’m asking you, your Taishan Mansion is a grass-roots team, isn’t it?”

how you said that? Five money puzzled.

Ayin was paralyzed on the stool, her anger still uncomfortable: “You said in the past that the birthplace and death order was stipulated in the residence, so that so many ghosts dangling in the world, delaying the time of reincarnation, don’t you care about it?”

Five coins stunned, and shook his head: “You know, Taishan Mansion is in charge of the souls of people, and also the souls of gods and beasts?”

“So what?” Ah Yin stroked his chest.

Five money is as simple as possible: “A lot of power.”

Ayin rolled his eyes: “Am I going to listen to your complimenting Lingheng?”

Wuqian shook his head: “Because of the overpowering power, in order to balance the Three Realms, the inter-government membership is more focused on the death order that restrains people. Mulan is reported to Chaos by the monarch, and it takes only one hundred years to be sentenced to naturalization and include the ghost domain.”

A Yin was interested, and put the question aside for the time being: “So…”

Wu Qian couldn’t bear to hit the light in her eyes, and she put it very euphemistically: “Mulan has made great achievements in battle.”

And he has antecedents, but he is not used to boasting.

“Oh.” Ah Yin Ling went down and raised his chin to beckon him to continue.

“Therefore, if a mortal has all kinds of obsessions or reasons to wander the world, and does not enter the Taishan Mansion, the mansion’s control over these wandering souls will be broader.”

It turns out that entering Taishan Mansion cannot be advanced, but there is room for postponement. Ayin understood: “Yan Jin and wide exit.”

Her thoughts became faintly alive again: “What is the difference between being a ghost in the world and being a human being, is it uncomfortable?”

Wu Qian made a cup of tea for her: “Being a ghost is supported by obsession. If the obsession is weakened and you do not reincarnate, you will gradually lose your five senses and become a wandering soul, and finally your soul will fly away.”

Ayin “hissed” and gave a shock.

“Secondly, after the ghosts who delayed entering the palace are returned to Mount Tai, they will be convicted by the judge, and they will enter the cycle of reincarnation after being punished.”

“Third, when such ghosts are reborn, the gods will rewrite their birth, aging, sickness, and death on the inter-faculty books, and usually…will write a little worse.”

A Yin picked up the tea cover: “It’s quite grudge.”

Gods also have lazy bones. If they disrupt the original rules, they need to write a separate life, and after spending some extra energy, they will naturally lose their good intentions.

Ah Yin paused for two or three seconds, and her face turned pale. In this way, her first half of her life was terrible. Could it be that she cried for three days at the Naihe Bridge before?

Wu Qian watched her hold the tea for a long while, and wanted to drink it but didn’t drink it, so she asked her: “It’s so good, why do you ask this?”

It seems that I want to become a ghost for the Lord Yama, or I want to wait for my life to die and stay in the world as a ghost for the adult. I don’t know if he understood the meaning.

Ah Yin immersed himself in a sip, and said to him: “I have a good friend-the Aping I mentioned. He has acted as a ghost, but he doesn’t know it. I’m afraid he will delay his reincarnation. I want to trust you. Go find it.”

He said it was a request, but his words didn’t seem to be the least pleading.

Five money was accepted, and said: “I will go out now.”

Wuqian searched for Aping for three days, but he never appeared on that street again, and he didn’t know if he had listened to Ayin’s words and went on the road to look for the legendary Taishan Mansion. Ayin was a little upset, saying that he shouldn’t shout that sentence to him. He has a bad memory, in case he loses himself. Wuqian comforted her, saying that she handed a letter back to Taishan Mansion to adjust the ghosts, and then used the bones left in Jinyun Mountain to find her.

Ah Yin was relieved now. Five coins were entrusted by others, and he went out early and returned late, and he worked hard to search nearby.

The day was very bright, even Nanshan was plated with a layer of golden light, and the five coins rested at the foot of the mountain, usually ordering a cup of tea. After taking a sip, he felt faint and tasteless, so he put it aside, asked Xiao Er to take a pot of water, and then quietly looked at the thick people sitting around.

Panting for the muddy heat, they stepped one foot on the bench, while flying saliva stars, while grabbing a sip of the tea bowl.

He remembered that in the past, tea was very precious, and officials used tea to fight for wealth. Who would have imagined that nowadays, they fly into the homes of ordinary people, and the tea shop opens to the foot of a remote mountain. The guests are either porters or nuns.

The tea at that time was still boiled.

There was a commotion at the table next door. He looked back and saw that the individual was suspicious, and Xiao Er bent over with the hot water and made a loss. He looked around, but his eyes didn’t stay on Wu Qian for a second.

Wu Qian Yang said: “I called it.”

Xiao Er met his face, blinked his eyes, “Oh”, put the kettle on top with a smile, and filled a glass with eagerness.

Five coins were not too thirsty, put the silver dollar on the table and got up and left. Several nuns came up from the mountain, passing by him with the scent of winter plum and saponia.

Wu Qian paused for a moment, looked up at the temple halfway up the mountain, and walked up.

The peach blossoms bloomed in a shadowy manner, like a gouache, covering the vermilion wall of the nunnery, Wu Qianxin stepped inside, and looked at the wall of merit of the stone wall carving with his hand, and stood outside the threshold to look at the believers who worshipped the golden body.

Although Aping didn’t know he was a ghost, he probably wouldn’t come to this mountain nunnery out of instinct, so he just swept it at random and turned his head to leave.

She saw a little nun carrying water in her sight. She was shocked. The pole slid off her shoulders, and the wooden barrel hit the ground, splashing a few drops of water onto her white-washed robe.

She raised her eyes to look at the five coins, the bronze bell outside the nunnery was hit hard, hum-I am five coins.

I didn’t call Wuqian originally, I was originally a general.

I came from a clan family and once had an unforgettable face.

Because my appearance was too feminine and without prestige, I put on a mask of blue-faced fangs, and my military exploits were shining and shining for a while.

After the soul returned to Mount Tai, I was fancyed by the king of Taishan Mansion, and I entered the soul to serve as the commander-in-chief of the army. At that time, my lieutenant was Mulan.

More than a hundred years later, in the Wu Zhou dynasty, the Yin and Yang were reversed. In Luoyang, the **** capital, there were monsters and beasts. I was ordered to quell the chaos. I killed a girl picking herbs on the way. The ordinary ghost chased after Master Futi.

In three hundred years, I met her again, and she was the embroiderer in my mouth.

Her dimples have not changed, her timidity has not changed, and she is unabashedly surprised when she sees my appearance, nor has she changed.

Both of her parents died, she lived alone in Kaifeng Mansion and was always bullied by her uncle. I wanted to make up for my mistakes in my previous life, so I often helped her a couple of times. At first, she gave me a pair of shoe soles. Later, she embroidered a pair of mandarin ducks for me.

The following story is the same as I and Ayin said, she committed suicide by drinking drugs for me, and was convicted of exhausting love, hatred, hatred and ignorance, and I lost that unforgettable face.

I never heard from her again.

The sun was particularly good today, and I met a girl. She was wearing a gray robe and a nun hat on her bare head. She was still timid, and she was frightened when she turned her head back. She pursed her mouth and squeezed out a dimple on the side.

Seeing me looking at her in a trance, she boldly came forward and asked me: “Is the donor asking for a sign?”

“Don’t ask.” I said.

She lowered her head and raised it again, wondering if it was rare to see men. She was a little nervous during the action. She asked again, “Is it true?”

“I haven’t made a wish yet, there is no way to pay it back.”

She pursed her mouth and smiled, and said: “The prayer tree behind our temple is the most efficacious. If the donor wants to make a wish, he can ask a piece of red paper in the ear room, a book of devotion, and hang it on the tree. NS.”

I looked at her and said, “Thank you.”

She smiled frankly, bowed her head and chanted a Buddha, chanting without earthly fireworks, no love or hatred.

She turned and put on the pole, passed me through the moon gate, and disappeared among the paths in the backyard.

It seemed that I had indeed requested a wish that day and hung it on the wish tree she mentioned.

My wish is very short. It starts with her name, Qian Wuniang.

The signature is: Chang Gong.