Inner Demons

Actually, this is also an unusual thing.

In this World, mortals have many taboos. For example, don’t talk about Ghost God at night, don’t worship who-shaped things casually.

Because one of the talks and prayers lasts for a long time, the power of aspiration arises. When the aspiration force is strong enough, it may attract “yin gods”-the so-called “inviting evil spirits”.

“Yin Shen” is not a god, but generally refers to something that does not belong to human beings and has some spirit strength. It may be a wild ghost who is lingering in the world of Yang, or a spirit who has just developed spiritual wisdom. You don’t know whether it will attract good or bad, it is a troublesome thing after all.

The place where incense flourishes like Sanhekou Dragon King Temple is naturally a good place for Yin God. Nine Young Master is dead, the Spiritual Qi on the clay sculpture in this temple has disappeared. Ordinary people can’t feel it, and they still come to worship, but the Yin God can know that there is no owner here.

But even so…

any cat any dog ​​didn’t dare to possess and occupy the position of God—because it used to belong to the Dragon King and the Weishui Dragon King.

——I don’t know if it’s just because the dragon is not satisfied with the offering and accepts the spirit strength.

Or even if the dragon child is already not in, then there will be the same powerful Demon and spirits competing for this treasure. Those who are not unconscious, will not be impatient, come here to make themselves a target of public criticism.

However…

It happened to be occupied.

Li Yunxin wore a moon-white scribe’s shirt, and stood in front of the temple for a while with a folding fan with tears in his hand, shook the head slightly, and laughed in his heart.

As a divine beast, he is barely of Demon’s kind, so he can distinguish some breaths very sensitively.

For example, he knew that the spirit strength on the statue in the temple right now should belong to an aquatic clan. Cultivation is not high, but not low. Measured in accordance with the standards of cultivators-Virtual Realm Peak. This thing didn’t deliberately hide its power, it seemed to be proudly demonstrating.

He is now Huajing Peak-the original nine Young Master must be more than that, but after all, he is the new “immediate” position of the dragon. The 300,000 Weicheng people’s yang energy and 37 incense aspirations shaped his dharmakaya, which is actually quite enough.

He is now a big wooden barrel, which can hold a lot of water, a lot of incense power, and will not be as painful and worry about life as before-but there is not much water in it.

Needs worship, faith, and willingness. But recently this period of time has to dormant temporarily…Wait until he finds someone to carry the pot.

When I didn’t want to, I got a pillow.

Li Yunxin didn’t go inside and planned to wait.

Wait for something else to verify his conjecture.

It is after noon at this time, which is the time when the scenery of Dongting is the best. Going further on the boat, you can see the vast water surface. Although it is magnificent, it feels boring after a long time. Going further back, there is only the Wei River with the mountains on both sides, which is always not as good as here——

The water flow is slow at the place where the three rivers converge. Looking ahead, you can see the vast Dongting Lake, with beautiful and tall Junshan and Weishan on both sides. Both vigorous and smart, it can be described as nothing more beautiful can be imagined.

Therefore, the scribes sitting in the wooden pavilion were very interested, and their voices gradually became louder.

Li Yunxin waited for a while, and when he saw someone pour the wine, it almost spilled out of the glass, then opened the folding fan with a snap, and walked over while shaking gently.

Where is there a non-hobby face in this world? He has a pleasing face and speaks just right. So only cupped the hands and said a few witty remarks, and the four drunken scribes regarded him as an interesting scholar and invited him to sit down together.

It was the four poor people who brought out their cups, and there was no manners or rules. I took another small lamp from the bamboo basket on the table and filled it with Li Yunxin, and then started to make some shit and unreasonable poems.

Li Yunxin didn’t have the thought of “famous literary world”, so he had to clap his hands and applaud. When the ink in the four stomachs ran out and the topic gradually cooled down, he asked if there were any anecdotes nearby.

Of course I am very happy when I encounter this topic in the cold field-boasting after drinking is the hobby of men’s greatest interest, not one of them.

So these four said the same thing-just this month, the story spread throughout Bailuzhou.

There are more than a hundred families living on Bailuzhou, but it is not a village, but a town called Bailuzhou.

Because there are always many tourists coming and going, this town with only one long street does more business in teahouses, hostels, and restaurants. There is a scholar in the west of town, whose surname is Du, and his first name is Zimei, who is twenty years old. There is also a younger sister named Ziteng.

Originally, the family was well-off, and his father was a coppersmith in the town. However, because his ancestors had come out of Scholar, he was not asked to inherit the craft after the birth of the eldest son, instead he was asked to study.

This Du Zi is smart, but he is idle. When he was 15 years old, he didn’t want to make progress after being born as a child. He spent the whole day hanging out with the idlers in the town, calling himself a romantic scribe. So when I was 19 years old, I still hadn’t married yet, but my parents both got sick. After a year of running out of money and wealth in the family, he died for a long time, leaving him and his younger sister.

Du Sheng is lazy, but his sister Du Ziteng is hardworking. So I went to Weicheng to work as a cook for a wealthy merchant, and I was able to provide enough food and clothing for all meals, and occasionally helped her big brother.

In the end of the family, Du Zimei gave birth to the mind of going to school, planning to study hard to gain fame. Therefore, I sold my house and moved to a small courtyard to the west of the town.

So last month, something strange happened.

The savings in Du Zimei’s hands have to deal with pen, ink and paper expenses, and they have to be used for next year’s examinations, so it is extremely cost-effective. He usually eats two meals, and only eats three meals every New Year’s Day. They are mostly coarse grains such as corn cakes and cereals.

However, in winter, Du Zimei was walking on the street and saw someone selling salted fish. After being too greedy, he reluctantly bought one and hung it on the beam of the house. It was hung up, but he didn’t eat it. At each meal, the salted fish was unwrapped and placed on the plate, and after a bite of the whole grain cake, he licked the salted fish and served the meal with the salty smell.

So, this salted fish was “eaten” by him for half a year, and it was completely whole.

But by last month, the salted fish was gone. Du Sheng felt distressed, but he still couldn’t understand-how did this salted fish disappear?

When you sleep, the doors and windows are closed. There are no cats or rats in the house. But when I woke up, the rope was fine, but the salted fish on the beam disappeared.

After a distressed sigh, I read and write as usual, and fell asleep at night.

But when I was about to fall asleep in the middle of the night, I vaguely heard someone calling him under the bed: “…Du Sheng, Du Sheng!”

He was just himself When I was dreaming, I ignored it.

But the next night I heard such a call again. He was sober and listened carefully. But I heard the voice gradually clear, and it came from under the bed—”Du Sheng, Du Sheng, I died so miserably!”

This Du Zimei was completely sleepy. Jumped off the bed and ran to the wall and drew the sword, then opened the curtain and looked under the bed-but there was nothing. On the second day, he gave up some money and asked the temple blessing of the Dragon King Temple in Sanhekou to come home to exorcise evil spirits. The Taoist priest came, sprinkled some water, performed the ritual with Peach Wood Sword, and said some vague words and left.

By this night, Du Zimei finally did not hear the sound and fell asleep unconsciously.

But I had a dream.

I dreamed of a middle aged scholar, claiming to be Dongting Lord. Said that the salted fish was his daughter, but the original form was a small carp. Because he offended Longzi, he was beaten back to his original shape and placed in Dongting Lake to let him fend for himself. It was later caught by fishermen and made into salted fish, which was bought by Du Zimei.

The little carp died miserably as a spirit, and the body could not be buried, so he gathered a resentment, making the soul always attached to the salted fish. When Du Zimei went to lick her for dinner and helped her out, she gradually recovered her magic power.

Only yesterday, I asked Mr. Dongting to dream where he was, and today his father found him.

Mr. Dongting told Du Sheng that he could dig under his bed. If a salted fish is dug up, it will be kept in clean water for three days, and then one day and night will go to the Dongting Lake with the salted fish and turn it over three times.

Du Sheng had this dream. After waking up, he went to dig under the bed, and he really saw a salted fish—the one hanging on the beam before.

So I acted according to the word, took the salted fish to the lake three days later, turned it over three times…

The salted fish turned into a big red scale carp and jumped into it In the water! After nodding to him three times, he went into the water and disappeared.

That night, the Dongting Lord came to dream again, saying that Du was born in him with great grace, three days later, will be very grateful——

This is today.

Du Sheng talked about this with others, but they only said that he was laughing and hysteria. Na Dusheng was not annoyed, only that he could come to his house to watch tonight, so that he knew what he said was true.

Li Yunxin blinked when he heard this.

This is interesting.

Because of the name of Lord Dongting…

It doesn’t sound like any cat any dog.

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