Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Catching Yue'er's strange behavior, Wang Heng turned his face to look at Cheng Xiucai, catching Xiaocai's inquiring eyes midway.

Cheng Xiucai felt a little embarrassed, then his brows widened and he said, "You are all good friends, and I won't talk to you here. This is a long story with quite a few twists and turns."

"My sister Xiaoyun was infected with the epidemic the year before last and did not survive. My mother and I were very sad. On the first seven days of the Lantern Festival, my mother burned incense and prayed under the moon. May Xiaoyun be safe and healthy on the other side. Plum blossoms suddenly appeared in the shadow. A timid voice came: "Mother takes good care of herself. Xiaoyun just turned into an elf. In a few years, she will cultivate into a human body and be mother and daughter with her mother again. "

"My mother was overjoyed. Xiaoyun has been obsessed with Taoism since she was a child. She always wanted to become a female Huangguan Taoist priest. My mother opened her eyes wide and looked around in the courtyard while asking, 'My son has turned into a plum tree? Camellia?' still?'"

"The timid voice said: 'My mother can't see me. I have been with my mother since I was a child. I hope my mother will take care of herself." The voice gradually faded and then fell silent. "

"Since then, my mother has slowly come out of her grief, and she has also written a fairy tale called "Golden Bullet Marriage". The protagonist in "Golden Bullet Marriage" is reincarnated and renews her relationship. It is probably my mother's heart."

"A few days ago, Hua Yang, the female Taoist priest of Bixiao Palace, invited my mother to go to Guanzhong to play chess. The weather was very good when we went out. After the two players were talking about the game, suddenly it was windy and rainy, with lightning and thunder. When I looked up, I saw a A young woman in black clothes stood in front of the palace with her crown and sword on her back, drew her sword and drew her sword and shouted loudly: 'Wind, rain, thunder and lightning.'"

"This sound of 'Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning' made my mother unbelievable. When my sister Xiaoyun was ten years old, she determined to learn Taoism. She once wore such a black Taoist robe and practiced sword practice on a windy and rainy day, chanting the magic formula 'Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning'. ', she practiced quietly for a long time, and finally cried and hugged her mother and asked, 'Why doesn't the method work?'"

"My mother rushed into the rain and pulled the young girl into the house. The young girl looked at her mother and was filled with surprise. She smiled and whispered, 'Mom, I'm back.'"

"It turns out that this young female crown is Lingwei, a disciple of Taoist priest Huayang. Lingwei passed away with a faint breath two days ago. Combined with Xiaoyun's ray of life, Xiaoyun was able to revive."

"My mother was overjoyed when she was found again. She neglected to take precautions. The story of her gradual resurrection was spread. Because she wanted to cover up people's ears and eyes, this reappearance was too shocking. So she and Lingwei recognized her as their adoptive mother and daughter, and sometimes took her to the small house at home. Stay for a few days.”

What was so bizarre was that when Xiaocai was about to speak, Wang Heng shook his head at him imperceptibly, and Xiaocai swallowed his words.

Fei Yue'er, however, was very happy and said: "It turned out that there were times when the talk about the talkative woman in Taiping Town was right. I heard them talking about reviving the dead through corpses, but I just thought they were talking nonsense. It turned out to be the truth."

Cheng Xiucai smiled and said: "Miss Fei, since you have an old friendship with Xiaoyun, you will often visit her from now on and come to the humble house to keep her company."

Fei Yue'er said: "Yun Niang can embroider goldfish better than me. If I want to do business in the future, I will ask her to do it for me."

Cheng Xiucai said with a smile on his face: "It's easy, I will accept it for Xiaoyun."

Everyone chatted casually, and there were footsteps and bursts of laughter from the corridor in front of the hall. "Ouch." A rapid meow sounded, and a black cat jumped in.

A young girl with a crown jumped in at the door of the hall, her black hair was tied with a gold ring, her eyes were like autumn water, her features were picturesque, and her appearance was extremely beautiful. She pointed her sword at the black cat and said, "Wind, rain, thunder and lightning."

She shouted several times, but the black cat hid in the corner and remained motionless. The young girl stamped her feet and cried, "Mom, why doesn't the magic formula work?"

A middle-aged woman dressed plainly and calmly came from behind, took the young girl's hand, and said angrily: "You kid, why are you trying to scare Xiao Hei?"

Cheng Xiucai quickly stood up and shouted: "Mom, I'm back."

The middle-aged woman glanced around the hall, blessed Wang Heng and others in the seat, and said: "I heard from Old Uncle Zhang that a few people came to visit me specially. I just came back, and I didn't meet you from afar. Please forgive me."

Wang Heng, Xiao Cai, and Fei Yue'er all stood up and saluted: "I'm here to pay my respects to my old aunt. I don't want to take it seriously."

Mrs. Cheng invited everyone to sit down and introduced the young girl beside her: "She is my adopted daughter Lingwei."

Lingwei was a Taoist monk. He bowed briefly to a few people and was impatient to listen to other people's chatter, so he skipped to play elsewhere with his sword on his back.

Mrs. Cheng asked several people if they had eaten yet, and Cheng Xiucai replied that Mrs. Ying was already preparing.

So everyone decided to have tea in the hall. Xiaocai really had a lot to say to Mrs. Cheng, so he told Mrs. Cheng about the storybook he was writing. He had already written "Notes from Bagua Village" and "Notes from Wanhuzhuang". ", and wanted to ask her for advice on how to win the favor of readers and the solicitation of booksellers?

I never thought Mrs. Cheng would say: "It's too difficult."

Are you trying to persuade him to quit?

Mrs. Cheng said slowly: "When I was writing the first three volumes of "Golden Bullet", a bookseller from Jinling came to me and asked me to print it in his shop and sell it in the market. I didn't expect that after a year, all the words were still there. The engraving was not done well. He said that the business was not good and he did not plan to print it for me. Later, a bookseller came to find me and we had a good conversation. He said that he would do it for free and asked me to cooperate with him for free."