All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Chapter 112
Zhao Dong has been tortured by the wronged soul in his head these days, so he is very happy to hear that he can kill that wronged soul with his own hands.

Following Ah Yuan's guidance, he sat cross-legged on the futon in the middle of the formation.

Directly in front of the futon, there is a six-foot-high and six-foot-wide white cloth screen.

From the distance of the futon, you need to look up to see the white cloth screen in its entirety.

After Zhao Dong was seated, Ah Fang extinguished all the candles around him.

The entire waterside pavilion was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The voice of "Zhang Xianzhang" reciting the scriptures faintly came from his ear, which made Zhao Dong calm down.

After about half a cup of tea, the sound of chanting suddenly stopped, and the surroundings fell into complete silence again.

A gust of cool wind suddenly blowing from nowhere, blowing on the back of Zhao Dong's neck, as if something was sticking to his body, made him feel hairy.

Zhao Dong shuddered Lingling, and whispered in fear: "Xian, Xianchang... Has it started?? Light, light a candle, I'm a little scared..."

In the darkness, a woman's chuckle suddenly came.

"My friend, don't you want to see this slave?" A charming female voice said softly, "What are you afraid of?"

Zhao Dong suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhao Dong was terrified when he heard the "enemy" sound down to the bone, with a bit of shyness and resentment.

"Zhen, Zhenniang?"

Zhao Dong's whole body went limp, trying to distinguish the direction of the voice in the darkness, and desperately clenched the long sword in his hand.

He still remembered what Zhang Xianchang said just now, to "deal" with this female ghost.

"You, are you really Zhenniang? Where are you?"

As soon as he asked, he felt a light flash in front of his eyes.

When I fixed my eyes, I saw the white cloth directly in front of me, and it lit up.

A candle was burning behind the white cloth, and the flame flickered without wind.

On the white cloth, a woman's ghost appeared.

The ghost shadow was illuminated by the candlelight, although the face could not be seen clearly, but the hairstyle was Zhenniang's favorite hairdo.

You can still see the shadow of crabapple flowers on the sideburns...

"Zhen, Zhenniang...it really is you."

"My friend, I have been with you for so many days, and you finally saw my face." The female ghost chuckled, "Are you...are you happy?"

The soft and charming voice was vaguely familiar to Zhao Dong.

The phrase "I'm not happy" reminded Zhao Dong that at the Temple of Longevity that day, he heard the red-clothed ghost who cheated on the corpse ask the same question to Shen Liang, the heartbroken man.

But at this moment, the voice of this soul and the name of him are exactly the same as Zhenniang.

Zhao Dong unconsciously put himself into the scene of that day.

At that time, he was just a spectator, but he didn't expect that now he would also be the one who was killed.

He opened his mouth, only to feel that his throat was tight, "Open... happy."

This answer made the female ghost chuckle again.

"My friend, you just stabbed this slave to death regardless of your old relationship, have you ever regretted it?" As if recalling the tragedy of her own death, her voice was obviously full of deep resentment.

Zhao Dong's mind at this moment has completely lost the ability to think.

"Regret... I regret..." Zhao Dong trembled, "Zhenniang, let me go, let me go..."

"I also want to let you go..."

The female ghost sighed, as if thinking of something sad, she cried out loudly, "But you should never have killed the slave's child! The slave was pregnant for ten months and gave birth to the child with his life. You killed him. Listen, he's crying..."

After the voice fell, the baby's cry sounded from behind the white cloth.

Zhao Dong was terrified, "Zhenniang, I will set up a longevity tablet for you, I... I..."

The baby's crying faded away.

"Everyone is dead, what's the use of asking for a memorial tablet?" Zhenniang interrupted him resentfully, her voice suddenly became shrill, "Give me back my life, my child's life!"

As the words fell, the ghost image on the white cloth suddenly became larger, almost filling the entire white cloth, as if it was really about to pounce on Zhao Dong!
Zhao Dong subconsciously wanted to run back——
At this moment, only the old voice of "Zhang Xianchang" shouted, "Urgently, as a law, break it!"

"what!"

The female ghost suddenly screamed in pain, and the ghost on the white cloth struggled crazily as if being bound by something.

"Grandpa, kill her, quickly!" Zhang Xianzhang urgently urged.

Zhao Dong was already dumbfounded by the sudden change, and he woke up suddenly when he heard the voice of "Zhang Xianchang".

He held up the long sword in his hand with all his strength, and stabbed fiercely at the ghost figure on the white cloth!

"Hiss!" The white cloth was cut by the long sword, making a crisp sound.

The female ghost's screams stopped abruptly at this moment.

The candlelight behind the white cloth was instantly extinguished.

The entire water pavilion fell into pitch-black silence again, as if nothing had happened.

"Bang" the long sword fell to the ground.

Zhao Dong panted heavily, his back was covered in cold sweat, and he collapsed to the ground, "Xian, Xianchang, is she dead?"

"Cough...cough...cough..."

"Zhang Xianchang" coughed violently again, his voice was hoarse and exhausted, "The female ghost is dead, the Duke can check it himself."

Zhao Dong was about to ask "how to check", when he saw a candle lighted up behind him, Dao Tong walked in front of him with an oil lamp.

Dao Tong picked up the long sword on the ground, pointed at the black color of the sword tip, "My lord, look, this is the shadow of the female ghost. It is dead."

Zhao Dong didn't know what the ghost looked like at all, and when he heard Daotong say "it's dead", he immediately believed that he had killed the female ghost.

Feeling grateful for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, he looked at the shattered tall screen and couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the female ghost really pounced on her.

A Fang lit up all the candles in the water pavilion.

Zhao Dong regained his composure, and saw "Zhang Xianchang" weakly sitting on the chair beside the white cloth.

One of his hands was trembling violently, and his wrinkled face was full of panic.

Zhao Dong was taken aback, "Xianchang, what's wrong with you?"

"Zhang Xianchang" looked at him blankly, "Grandpa, you only killed the female ghost just now, and there was also a fierce ghost that was dismembered. The death was too miserable, the resentment was too heavy, the soul was not complete, and the poor The Tao cannot kill him here."

Zhao Dong's pupils shrank suddenly.

When he thought that it was only the soul of Zhenniang, he was already so dangerous. If it was the Yuzhu whose corpse was broken...

The heart that Zhao Dong had just let go suddenly came to his throat again.

"What, what should I do?" He asked anxiously.

"Zhang Xianchang" raised his trembling hand, calculated carefully for a long time, and then asked solemnly: "Has this ghost's body ever come into contact with the formation of Prince An's Mansion?"

"Yes! Yes!" Zhao Dong felt that he knew things like a god, "His body was once thrown on that attic."

"That's right." Zhang Xianchang coughed a few times, and said weakly: "You have to take that person's body to the attic of Prince An's Mansion, and perform the soul-calling spell, so that his soul can be trapped on the white cloth, and then suppressed with dragon energy. , this ghost must be eliminated!"

　The most widely circulated version of the origin of shadow puppetry is that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in memory of Mrs. Li who died, ordered a group of people to use magic to summon the soul.

　　Tang Dynasty's "Guanggujin Wuxingji" records that in the ninth year of Emperor Yangdi's great career in Sui Dynasty, some people showed Buddha-shaped or animal-shaped images on the wall for performances, and because of the novelty, they "confuse thousands of people from far and near".According to the legend of Tang Dynasty "Tang Jun's Notes", Tang Jun "moved the lamp into the house and spread the curtains" to meet the ghost of his wife.In the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism was prevalent, and monks practiced rituals. They used curtains and lamp shadows to summon the souls of devout men and women.

　　This is not a modern shadow play, it can be understood as human silhouette + voice.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)