Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 110 There is a painting in the window, and there is a ghost in the painting

Under the Jishan Thatched Cottage, the distant mountains are hazy.

The mountains and rivers are out of this world, and the sky is full of breeze, mist, and frost.

The courtyard happened to be facing the morning sun, and the pale golden sunlight shone on my aunt's cheeks. Her long eyelashes cast shadows on her eyes, making her look beautiful and peaceful.

She sat on the chair and ate the porridge in small sips.

There was just a lingering blush on her cheeks.

Xue Hu walked over lazily, squatted on Lu Chenran's shoulder, narrowed his fox eyes and yawned:

"嘤——"

Suddenly, a trace of suspicion flashed in Yue Fu's eyes, and he kept scanning back and forth between the two of them, then he leaned over and took a closer sniff.

The fox eyes stared at Yi Su with some meaning for a long time, but he didn't say anything more. Even if he wanted to say something, he could only bark twice.

Two people and one fox.

Lu Chenran smiled:

Lu Chenran took out his coir raincoat from the moth-wing bag, put on his hat, and started shaking the wood pulp. The small wooden boat moved so fast in the water that ordinary people would be shocked if they saw it.

Looking for a wonderful place in the mountains would not be beautiful if you were riding on clouds.

He scooped a small ladle of pickles into his bowl, mixed them with chopsticks, and took a refreshing sip. Clear porridge with pickles was the best.

Not long after, he saw a temple hidden in the thick fog in the mountains.

I had been rowing all morning, and I was a little tired. Looking at the few green smoke floating in the boat, I thought the incense should be good, so I found a secluded place and set up a fishing rod.

Judging from the direction of its source, it should be Mount Bulham.

Qing Gulu's eyes kept glancing at the surrounding scenery:

"Where are you going, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Chenran walked a long way this time and approached a river. Perhaps because there had been no ferrymen for a long time, the ferry had long been abandoned, and all that was left were rows of dead rafts. If it were in the mist of the Milky Way, , ethereal and swaying.

"Xiao An should be sleeping soundly. Zhi Zhu is taking care of her in her room."

The fog is heavy and the humidity is heavy.

Is it because of his own appearance? Or is it a vision transformed from the immortal's sermon?

【Yin'an Temple】

Walking slowly on the mountain road, Lu Chenran slowly stopped and listened.

At this moment, Lu Chenran suddenly noticed something strange in his mind. He opened his eyes wider again and looked at a carriage not far away.

It's already the twelfth lunar month, and there are only a few days until the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. I've been at the foot of Jishan Mountain for a long time, but I haven't had a good tour of the mountain yet.

Snow Fox lay lazily in his arms, feeling waves of warmth pouring in, and a sense of satisfaction arose in her half-open and half-closed pupils.

The fish in the river are all floating on the water, sometimes jumping, as if they are swallowing clouds and mist.

He found an old wooden boat and jumped aboard.

After breakfast, Lu Chenran hung up the green gourds, put on his clothes, and then walked out of the courtyard. The eleven futons were still placed there, and their positions had not changed much.

"Ah."

"Oh."

The spiritual rain last night nourished the entire Jinling.

He suddenly realized something strange. In the thick fog, Jishan seemed to suddenly come to life, with birds chirping and beasts chirping. This was not a scene that should be seen in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Yi Su reached out and picked up a grain of rice stuck to Lu Chenran's mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said naturally:

"Don't come back so late in the future. Say hello in advance."

At this moment, Lu Chenran felt an inexplicable feeling of 'holding his hand and growing old together with him'.

The mist rolled a few feet above the water, and the smoke was ethereal, like thick white ink that couldn't be melted. With Lu Chenran's eyesight, he could only see a radius of four or five meters, but it was enough to draw wood pulp.

[Befriending the Eastern Moon Rabbit: (23/3300)]

This river should be a tributary that flows into Cangjiang River.

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A look of surprise flashed between Lu Chenran's eyebrows:

"Is there a temple here?"

Speaking of which, Jishan Mountain can be regarded as a foothold of Buxian Mountain, but it is not the main peak. It is only separated by an official road. However, Lu Chenran did not choose to take the crowded road, but followed a The less traveled path leads up the mountain.

Snow Fox squatted on his shoulder and took a nap as usual.

Lu Chenran was startled when he heard this sentence, and his voice softened:

Maybe it was because his aunt's gentle kiss touched his heart, or maybe it was because the morning sun was too warm at the moment.

In his mind, the title page of a golden book floated faintly:

"Go and walk around."

He simply took the snow fox with him and drifted along the river leisurely under the observation of his mind.

"Aren't you going to ask Zhi Zhu and Xiao An to have breakfast?"

Sitting on it was a middle-aged man with a sad face. It's just that this man's body is wrapped with a thick layer of death aura, which is very strange.

The white mist was so thick that it could not be dispersed, and the trees were looming in it, and the birds and animals were looming in the mist.

After thinking about it, since I saw him, it was fate, so I just gave him a reminder.

As for whether you listen or not, it has nothing to do with you.

At the foot of Jishan Mountain, it stretches into ridges.

The ray of morning glow has been wiped out, and the surrounding fields are dim.

The carriage drove slowly on the mountain path, and the only sound left was the chirping of birds, accompanied by the long and distant sound of the coachman's whip.

A middle-aged man frowned, held his cheek with one hand, and looked out the car window silently. His face was sallow, his eyes were heavy-rimmed, and he looked tired.

In his mind, he kept thinking about the gentleman in white shirt he met in front of the tung forest a few hours ago.

The tung forest dispersed in front of his eyes, and then there was a short man with a beaming look on his face. He said that he had talked to the immortal, and ordered his servant to hand over some silver coins in order to make a good relationship. edge.

Recently, an extremely troublesome thing happened at home, and many people died because of it. For this reason, he visited many Taoist temples, burned incense and worshiped Buddha, but in the end, nothing got better.

This time I came to Jinling to visit the eminent monk of Yin'an Temple in order to solve the problem at home.

Immortals are ethereal, and they probably won't pay attention to trivial matters like mine, but the eminent monk of Yin'an Temple is down to earth.

Yin'an Temple occupies a vast area, second only to the Imperial Palace in Jinling City. If you walk around the entire temple, it will take about half a day.

There is an artificially dug river in the temple, called the Jade River, which runs from north to south. This river is used as a boundary to divide Yin'an Temple into two halves. Only the front temple is open to the public, but the entire back temple is closed to pilgrims and tourists, including those with lower status. Low-level Buddhist disciples are also not allowed to enter.

There are six main halls, more than ten small halls, a nine-story pagoda, and a seven-story Buddhist pavilion, which enshrines the Shifang gold statue and the Shifang silver statue. The entire temple was built in accordance with royal regulations. It is large-scale and splendid. Among the 480 temples in the south of the Yangtze River, it is second only to the Great Baoen Temple.

Not long after.

Zhu Limen stopped the car and looked around.

The surrounding fields were quiet, and not far away was an emerald river that connected to the Cangjiang River. There was a man in a lone boat in a coir raincoat fishing quietly.

All quiet.

As if he noticed that he was looking at him, the fisherman smiled gently at him.

Zhu Limen also returned the gift.

The fisherman said:

"Sir, you still need to be careful tonight. It's best to find a place with strong yang energy to sleep."

"What do you mean, sir?"

Zhu Limen looked at the fisherman in front of him with some surprise.

The fisherman just smiled gently, said no more, and the boat rowed away quickly.

Lu Chenran rowed the boat in the direction of Cangjiang River.

At this moment, the green gourd on his waist suddenly moved, and then he stared at Zhu Limen in the distance with his eyes wide open. After staring for a long time, he took a deep breath:

"The surname is Lu."

"Ok?"

"I felt the breath of the white deer from that man."

"White deer?"

"Yes! She is the old woman who lied to me! I will never forget that smell in my life!"

The small black gourd was swaying, and the green gourd's eyes were exceptionally clear.

Lu Chenran thought for a moment, and then he came out of his body and followed the middle-aged man.

Zhu Limen looked at the retreating figure of Mr. Fishing, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Then, he felt a cool breeze blowing behind him. He turned around subconsciously, but found nothing. Maybe it was because he was under too much pressure and had too many worries during this period, so he didn't think much about it.

After walking into the temple and giving out incense money, there were no monks to stop me. I just walked along a bluestone path and reached a courtyard at the end.

Walking along the stone towers to the deepest part of the forest, there was an ancient stone platform. A skinny old monk sat on the stone platform. He was almost skin and bones, with long eyebrows and drooping knees.

After feeling the person approaching, the old monk opened his eyes with some difficulty, looked at the middle-aged man, and slowly said: "Mr. Lao Naguan is not a Beijinger. Where did he come from? What happened to you? You can Speak slowly."

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Zhu Limen bowed deeply and said:

"I have met the eminent monk. I am from Suqian. My surname is Zhu Mingru and my courtesy name is Limen. Recently, my family has encountered a trouble. Many people have died because of it. I heard the eminent monk's name, so I came to ask for help. I also asked the eminent monk to save me. Last rescue."

This eminent monk has good methods, and countless people have confirmed that he is a man of real ability.

The old monk raised his head, glanced at him, and said:

"You don't have to be anxious. Things have already happened, and it's useless to be anxious. Tell me clearly about the matter so that I can be prepared, so that I can solve the problem. If I can help, I will not help you."

After hearing this, Zhu Limen slowly calmed down, sighed and said:

"My Zhu family is originally from a wealthy family in Suqian, and I also come from a scholarly family."

Zhu Limen's words came slowly, and the eminent monk also heard the whole story clearly.

This matter has to start with the death of Zhu Limen's father.

Zhu Limen's father died of illness. In Suqian County, if an elderly person does not die of old age, he usually needs to ask an expert to do something for him.

And it is not an ordinary Buddhist ritual, there are many details in it, and only a high-level person with certain abilities can perform such rituals.

There happened to be such an expert near Suqian County. It was said that he was very famous and had real abilities.

So the Zhu family brothers went to invite the legendary master to come.

The master's reputation was great, so he naturally received a lot of remuneration. However, the Zhu brothers still went to invite him so that their father could be buried. Originally, there would have been no trouble. The Zhu brothers brought enough money to invite him. Come on, who knows that the master thinks the reward from the Zhu family is too small and is unwilling to come.

"How much?"

The old monk raised his eyes slightly.

"A thousand taels of gold."

Although the Zhu family is a wealthy family with a well-educated family background, it is obviously impossible to perform a ritual that requires thousands of taels of gold. Such a ritual will probably make the dead father even more uneasy.

In anger, he left the residence of the wise man.

Who knew that the expert said that if the Zhu family didn't look for him, they would definitely have no peace in the future.

The Zhu brothers didn't take this matter to heart. They just went to a neighboring county to invite a Taoist priest and performed an ordinary ritual. Just when they were about to be buried, something unexpected happened.

The master heard that the Zhu family had invited Taoist priests from neighboring counties to perform rituals. The day before the burial, he came to the Zhu family's house and said cruel words outside the Zhu family's courtyard, saying that the Zhu family would definitely be in trouble tonight, and then left. .

However, the burial was about to take place, and although the Zhu brothers were unhappy, they didn't pay much attention to it. Who knew that on that night, the Taoist priest from the neighboring county who had been invited died suddenly in the mourning hall.

The Zhu brothers clearly knew that this matter was definitely done by a so-called expert. Unfortunately, there was no evidence and nothing could be done against him.

But the funeral still had to be carried out. After making some arrangements for the dead Taoist priest, he tried his best to invite a mage to help, but he died suddenly and for no reason just like last time.

This time no one dared to help the Zhu family do anything.

But the Zhu brothers couldn't just bury Old Master Zhu hastily. In desperation, they could only look for help from experts everywhere.

It's not that they never thought of compromising with that "master", it's just that Mrs. Zhu had a stubborn temper during his lifetime. If he knew that future generations would surrender to a "master" because of his funeral, they would definitely not be able to rest in peace.

Several brothers from the Zhu family searched around and asked for help from many Taoist temples.

I heard that many strange things have been happening in Jinling recently, so I ran over here with the last hope.

The old monk nodded, and then said:

"Sir, you are tired from the journey. Please rest in this temple for a while. Tomorrow I will send someone to perform a ritual for you to drive away these evil spirits."

Zhu Limen was immediately overjoyed, and then kowtowed to the old monk.

Lu Chenran was standing behind Zhu Limen at this moment, silently staring at everything around him.

An expert?

'Is this legendary master the White Deer? '

Probably not.

That deer probably didn't care about gold and silver in the world. Judging from the fact that she deceived Qing Gourd, this person should be a great demon with good moral principles.

Then the 'master' in Zhu Li's door is either a strange person who has been bewitched, or he simply has a wrong mind.

But let it all happen.

The ninth day of the twelfth lunar month was approaching, and he didn't have much time to think about these complicated things.

Feeling that the death aura on Zhu Limen's body was getting heavier, Lu Chenran didn't think much, and casually attached a ray of Yin spirit to Zhu Limen's body.

This ray of soul can protect him for at least one night.

Lu Chenran returned home, holding the fishing rod in his hand, hugging the snow fox, and continued rowing towards the Cangjiang River.

When the sun reached noon, just as the eminent monk said, Zhu Limen felt a little tired and sleepy, so he found a guest room, made the bed, and fell asleep.

This sleep lasted until night.

He didn't know what time it was, but Zhu Limen just felt his mouth was a little dry, so he got up from the bed, and with the help of a few dim oil lamps, he groped for the warm water placed by the bedside that night.

After a few mouthfuls, his thirst was relieved. He coughed and lay on the bed again, looking at the opposite wall with blurry eyes.

The white painted wall is a bit eerie because of the dim red lights.

In addition, there was no sign of any disturbance, and everything was quiet and silent. Unconsciously, it felt a little empty, giving people a creepy feeling.

But he didn't feel anything. Instead, he felt that the portrait hanging on the wall directly opposite him was a bit inconsistent.

It was different from the landscape ink painting. Although the colors were not rich, they were extremely bright, especially the dark purple face dripping with blood, which looked even more strange against the faint green painting.

For some unknown reason, he just felt that the pupils in the painting were staring directly at him.

After just two glances, I felt my body was a little hairy, so I turned my back quickly, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Snoring rises and falls——

There was a gentle light shrouding Zhu Limen's forehead.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun was already bright.

There were monks in the temple who carried basins and handed them food. After everything was sorted, he stretched his body, yawned lazily, and walked out of the room.

A young monk looked at Zhu Limen and asked with a smile:

"How are you resting, sir?"

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Zhu Limen nodded, stretched his body, randomly picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely:

“Have a good rest,”

After a pause, he suddenly thought of what happened last night. He felt a little curious and said doubtfully:

"There is something that I am a little confused about."

"Sir, please speak up."

Zhu Limen blinked his eyes, considered his words and said:

"I wonder why your temple would hang a painting that feels so inconsistent directly opposite the bed in that guest room?"

"Well, I don't mean to accuse, I'm just a little curious. After all, the painting is unusual. It looks creepy, like an evil ghost, grinning like it's about to be eaten."

"Hahaha--"

With a smile on his lips, he looked at the little monk in front of him and said casually.

But for some reason, I found that the little monk's expression gradually stiffened, even though he was looking at him very solemnly, his breathing was a little heavy.

It seemed that a drop of sweat was vaguely visible sliding from his forehead.

Zhu Limen frowned, thinking that what he said had made the monk unhappy, so he quickly said:

"Well, it's nothing. I don't mean to accuse you. Don't take it to heart."

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The little monk stared at him for a long time, opened his mouth slightly, and swallowed hard:

"But sir, there were no paintings in the room where you slept last night."

"Opposite the bed is a window."

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After the young monk finished speaking, there was sudden silence in the air.

Zhu Limen suddenly felt his spine stiffen.

There was only a bleak east wind all around, and the birds were silent.

Wind chill.

In a house somewhere in Jinling City, an old man spit out a mouthful of blood, stared at the sky outside the window with his eyes wide open, and yelled:

"Who interferes with the bad old man's good deeds?"

(End of this chapter)