Spring River Flower Moon Night: Set of 2 Volumes

Chapter 43 The Dreamer (2)
Outside the window, a bright moon hangs high, clear and full, and there is not even a trace of cloud shadow on the dark blue sky. Does it look like it is going to rain?

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Early the next morning, Wang Zijin was awakened by the sound of pattering rain. The bright rain line connected the sky and the earth, depressing and desolate, which made people unable to raise their spirits no matter what.

"Zi Jin, we are going up the mountain, do you want to go with us?" He was dozing off under the quilt in a daze, when he heard Fei Xiao urging him from outside the door.

"Going up the mountain? Didn't you see it's raining outside?" Prince Jin hurriedly dressed and opened the door, only to see that Fei Xiao had already put on her bamboo hat and was ready to go out.

"I want to see the person who made a bet with me." Fei Hong said with a smile, "He has been lying in the ground for two years. If he knows that I am still alive in the world, I wonder if he will be so angry that he will come out of the grave." jump out!"

"But today's weather..." Wang Zijin looked at the rain curtain outside the window with a worried expression on his face.

"It doesn't matter, it's just that the road is a bit difficult to walk with such a light rain, and there will be no landslides on the mountain." Fei Xiao vowed, "I have lived in the mountains for many years, so I still have this experience."

Hearing what he said, Wang Zijin hurriedly put on his coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and followed Tian's servants up the mountain.

The road was muddy and it was difficult to walk. Zhong'er and Mrs. Tian couldn't accompany them, so they had to ask the servants to lead the way.

The servant is very familiar with the mountain road. Although the mountain is high and the road is slippery, he still walks like flying and walking on flat ground.From time to time on the road, I met people picking ginseng and villagers who went to the mountains to pick mushrooms, and they all greeted him cordially with a very enthusiastic attitude.

"It's all thanks to my little husband." He said triumphantly to the two, "Whether it's windy, rainy, or flood discharge on the mountain, or even someone in the family is dying, whether the disease can be cured, The gentleman knows everything well. After a long time, the residents of the town have treated the Tian family very well."

"You mean Zhong'er?" Wang Zijin felt that this title sounded particularly awkward.

"Of course it's him, but the real Mr. Tian, ​​that is, his father went out to seek medical treatment for his son's illness, and hasn't returned for half a year. Fortunately, the mother and son had a small childbirth. It's passable." The servant walked all the way and said, pointing to a grave mound on the ridge, "We have arrived, this is the place where the old master's bones are buried."

Although Wang Zijin doesn't know Feng Shui, he also knows that it must be an excellent grave.

Sitting north facing south, it is facing a small stream in the mountain stream. There are wild flowers and grass beside the stream, and the surrounding scenery is very beautiful.

The three of them soon came to the grave, and saw a few lines of small characters written on the tombstone that was dyed black by the drizzle:

In the cold spring, the ancient temple is visited, and the oriole flowers are passing by hastily.

Xiaogu serves the morning wine, and the warm furnace cooks the evening tea.

Bai Ting Ming Xiao blows, building corner Li Zhaoxia.

Mo Tan Ping Pengji, peace of mind is home.

"What a 'peace of mind is home'." Wang Zijin read the inscription twice, and smiled at Feixiao, "Looking at this poem, he seems to be very open-minded, and he doesn't look like a fussy person at all."

"Hmph, you were also deceived by him. He has always had a small stomach, and you will know it if you have seen it with your own eyes." Fei Xiao lifted the hem of her clothes, squatted on the ground and began to examine carefully.

"What are you looking for?"

"Look for a mechanism. I don't believe that he died with a kick of his legs. If he doesn't leave some traps for me, he will definitely die in peace." Fei Xiao answered through gritted teeth, carefully inspecting the ground around the tomb, even the larger stones. They have to open it to see if there is a spell written on it.

Half an hour later, Wang Zijin saw him jumping up and down, but still got nothing.

"It seems that this dead Taoist has really changed his nature..." Fei Xiao frowned and pondered for a long time, "Forget it, let's go down the mountain, maybe he expects me to save his great-grandson, so he dare not frame me."

His handsome face was full of disappointment, looking a little pitiful in the cold wind and rain.

It seems that he thought that the old Taoist who died would leave a trick or two to deal with him, so he ran to the grave to see what happened, but he was in vain again.

"Fei Xiao, don't be sad, people are going to die, why are you so sad?"

"Where am I sad?" Fei Xiao glanced at him and sighed, "If you waited for so long like me, it was just for an extremely fun game. But a hundred years later, when you came to the appointment, you found that your opponent was already dead. , how does that feel?"

"I think..." Wang Zijin scratched his head wonderingly, "It's probably because of loss."

Fei Xiao didn't answer, but turned her beautiful eyes, smiled at him, beckoned to the servants and walked down the mountain.

"My lord," the servant stepped back and walked side by side with Wang Zijin, telling him with a serious face, "When we go down the mountain later, don't look back."

"Is there any taboo?"

"Because we are here to go to the grave, if we look back on the way back, our ancestors will mistakenly think that we are reluctant to leave, and they will follow in your footsteps to the world..."

"I see, thank you so much!" Wang Zijin nodded before he finished speaking. He has always been unlucky, and he sees more ghosts than people. These words are like golden and jade words to him.

At this time, the rain gradually subsided, but the mountain wind suddenly picked up and blew on the wet and cold clothes, immediately taking away the heat from the body, which was no different from late autumn.

Fei Xiao's ability to recognize the way is excellent, especially in this kind of barren mountains and wild places, walking in the forefront with the instinct of beasts.

The servant who led the way was not as flexible as he was, so he followed closely behind him.

Only the prince entered, and the distance between the two of them increased as he walked, until finally, Fei Hong's back was submerged in layers of green, turning into a glaring white spot.

"Hello..." He just wanted to ask the two of them to wait a while, when he remembered what the servant said, it would be bad if they turned around after hearing his call.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to catch up with the two of them.

Unexpectedly, when the foot of the mountain was in sight, a branch protruded obliquely, and firmly hung on the corner of Wang Zijin's robe.

He pulled it twice, but the branch didn't move at all, so he turned around and buried himself in untying his robe.

"God, you can see that although I turned my head, I didn't even look back!" He mumbled tremblingly.

Finally breaking off the branch, he stood up and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, the bushes not far away suddenly moved, as if something was hiding inside.

"Who is it?" He looked curiously at the bushes, "Who is hiding there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure jumped out of the bushes. The man was dressed in a white-washed Taoist robe, his face was unkempt, he grinned at him with his mouth missing teeth, and then disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

Wang Zijin was so frightened by him that his two legs trembled, his soul flew into the air, and he even forgot to run for his life.

Who is this strange old man?Judging by the attire, he looks like a down and out Taoist priest.

Grandpa is on the mountain...so lonely...

For some reason, a child's ravings began to echo in his ears.

Is it a prophecy or a coincidence?Nobody knows!
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After returning that day, Wang Zijin was uneasy, wondering if he should tell what he saw in the afternoon, but he was afraid that if it was his own hallucination, he would be ridiculed if he said it.

He was ambiguous and hesitant, but Fei Xiao was not idle for a moment.He mixed cinnabar and carefully drew a spell outside Zhong'er's room.

The rain dripping from the eaves is like parting tears.

Fei Xiao held a plate of cinnabar in one hand and a small pen in the other, drawing eye-catching and weird patterns on the brown window lattice.

"What are you drawing? A ghost talisman?" Wang Zijin asked curiously while helping him hold an umbrella, "Haven't you always met monsters and killed demons? Why are you so patient to draw these all of a sudden?" thing?"

Fei Xiao glanced at him, quite dissatisfied, "Are you calling me reckless in disguise?"

"Where, where! I'm just praising you for being manly!" Wang Zijin's flattering skills have always been superb.

Only then did Fei Xiao turn pale, and said while drawing: "Did you notice the child's behavior before the dream last night?"

"It seems that the whole body is cold, but the forehead is extremely hot, just like having a serious illness."

"That's right." He looked up at Wang Zijin, with deep worry in his eyes, "If I guessed correctly, some monster might have attached to him during that period of time."

"Possession?" Wang Zijin gasped suddenly, "Could it be a dead spirit?"

"I don't know. If it's a dead spirit, I didn't see any trace of it last night." Fei Xiao shook her head lightly, her brows furrowed.

"That's why you draw these weird spells to make it visible?"

"Yes, I must see tonight, what kind of monster is playing tricks in the dark and making this child's life miserable?" He moved his brush like flying, and in a blink of an eye, red spells were densely drawn on the window lattice and door frame. At first glance, it looks like it is covered with twisted and wriggling red snakes.

"Big brother, what are you doing?" Just as the two of them were concentrating on their work, a clear and crisp child's voice suddenly sounded under the eaves, and a little boy ran over from the courtyard, it was Zhong'er.

"Zhong'er, are you awake?" Wang Zijin hurriedly stopped him, "Don't bother that big brother, he has important things to do."

"What's important?" Zhong'er tilted his head and asked, his little face was full of curiosity.

"It's to cure your illness!" Wang Zijin seldom dealt with children, and tried his best to put on a patient and kind appearance. "Perhaps after tonight, you will never have a fever or talk in your sleep."

"Really..." The boy looked at the crimson white back, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, "Is it really a disease to know the future?"

"I'm not sure if it's a disease or not." Wang Zijin said to him seriously, "But I know that if a child is already eight years old but looks like five or six years old, it is definitely a terrible disease."

"You, you know all about it?" The boy looked down with a painful look on his face, and twisted his fingers.

"It was your mother who told me that you haven't grown since the serious illness you had when you were four years old." Wang Zijin reached out and patted his head, "Don't you want to be like other children, Did you grow up in good health?"

Zhong'er turned his head to the side, gave him a vicious look, and ran out of the eaves into the courtyard.

"Why is this kid so weird?" He walked back to Fei Xiao wonderingly, "What is he thinking?"

Fei Xiao didn't raise her head and eyes, and was still focused on the work at hand. After a long time, Fang said coldly: "Maybe it's because I'm afraid of losing attention."

"What did you say?" Wang Zijin was even more confused.

"I said he might be afraid that his abilities would disappear, and the people in the town would no longer worship him as before." Fei Hong clapped her hands and smiled triumphantly, "The painting is finally finished. If it goes well, it may be possible tonight." It will come to light.”

Wang Zijin took a look at the gate that he painted scarlet like blood, and a chill ran down his back.

It was already evening when the two of them finished their work that day, and with the dark clouds covering the top and the drizzle dripping down, it was as dark as the night just before dinner time.

"This rain is really annoying." After dinner, Mrs. Tian looked at the sky worriedly, "I guess it won't be sunny in the near future. If you two don't mind, you can stay for two more days."

"Even if Madam doesn't say anything, we still have that intention." Fei Xiao said with a smile under the lamp, "And it happens to be able to observe your son's condition."

"My lord is finally willing to treat Zhong'er?" She was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes, and she bowed again and again, "It's true that grandfather has a spirit in heaven."

"I can't cure the disease, so what's the matter with that old man?" Fei Xiao immediately showed displeasure, but changed into a calm and magnanimous face in an instant, "But I still have one thing to ask my wife."

"Just please tell me, my lord."

"I hope Madam can hand over the rest of the spells to me." Feihong continued with a smile, "And tonight, only Zijin and I are allowed to accompany the young master, no matter what sounds come from the room, outsiders are not allowed to come in. "

"This, this?" Mrs. Tian hesitated, "But the spell is very important, wouldn't it be better to keep it with me? And why don't you let me take care of Zhong'er?"

"Because you are the mother of the child, if you care about it, you will be confused. I can't guarantee what will happen tonight." Fei Xiao looked cold, and stretched out a snow-white hand, "Madam, give me the spell, for Zhong'er."

Mrs. Tian finally broke down in tears when she heard the last four words he said. She went back to the room and took out a wooden box, and stuffed it into Fei Xiao's hand.

"Young Master Hu, I'll leave the child to you. No matter what I hear tonight, I promise I won't step into the door." After she said that, she glanced at the two of them and walked out of the living room with tears in her eyes.

But for some reason, the moment Wang Zijin looked at her, he felt a deep chill.

Behind those loving eyes filled with tears, there seemed to be something else unfathomable hidden.

That night was dark and rainy, and outside Zhong'er's room, the ferocious and glaring spells of the day had been hidden in the darkness, and only a faint warm candlelight was shining out of the window.

When Mrs. Tian saw the two coming in, she hurriedly put him to sleep, and left with tears.

"What am I going to do?" Wang Zijin asked nervously.

"You just need to help me look after the child. If there is anything wrong, you must tell me." After Fei Hong said, she stretched out her hand to close the door and window tightly, lifted the corner of her robe, and sat on the floor.

The direction he was facing was the door.

"Feixiao, Feixiao!" After a long time, there was still no abnormality, only the crackling of lamps crackling in the silent room, Wang Zijin began to lose his composure and called him in a low voice.

However, she saw that Feixiao's eyes were closed tightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

"This dead fox, actually slacked off and fell asleep!" He cursed just now, but Zhong'er who was lying on the bed suddenly twitched all over, and his breathing immediately became rapid and tense.

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"What, what should I do?" Wang Zijin was at a loss immediately, he couldn't find a handkerchief, so he rolled up his sleeves, raised his sleeves and wiped the boy's face.

However, he tried his best, but Zhong'er's face was still pale and twitched, and beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead one after another.

At this moment, a small voice suddenly came from the door, and the door seemed to be pushed open by someone.

He hurriedly looked back, but saw that Fei Xiao was still sitting in front of the door, but her eyes had been opened, and there was a hint of a smile brewing at the corner of her mouth, completely different from the lazy and lethargic appearance just now.

On the opposite side of Fei Xiao, a dark gap was exposed in the door, and there was a black line crawling into the room.

The black line was as thick as the mouth of a bowl. At first it looked like a big snake, but when I looked closely, I found it was a human arm. It slowly circled around the table, chairs and screens, and crawled towards Zhong'er's bed.

"Wow! What the hell is this?" Seeing that his arm was about to catch the corner of his robe, Wang Zijin screamed in fright, and hurriedly crawled onto the bed.

"Zi Jin, don't panic, this is a kind of monster living on the mountain." After Fei Xiao said, she closed her eyes, faced the door of the room, and muttered something.

With the strange incantations he kept chanting, a red light suddenly burst out outside the house, as if a raging fire had been ignited.

At the same time, the slender black monster suddenly let out a mournful wail, twisted and twitched on the ground, rolled continuously, knocked over all the tables and chairs, splashed juice on its body, and was extremely disgusting.

Wang Zijin picked up Zhong'er and hid behind the curtain on the bed, but even so, a lot of black juice still splashed on his clothes.

It smelled fishy and stinky, and when you touched it, it was slippery and sticky, and it turned out to be mud.

"Feixiao, it seems to be working, it's about to break into several pieces." Wang Zijin saw the black arm getting thinner and thinner in the red light, and the skin and flesh continued to peel off, so he shouted excitedly.

However, a series of rapid panting sounded in his ears, mixed with painful groans.

He hastily lowered his head to look at the bed, only to see that Zhong'er's face was like gold paper, his eyes were white, and he was foaming at the mouth, as if he was going to die soon.

It's over!He screamed in his heart that it was not good, and stretched out his hand to massage the child's heart, but he didn't know that the tentacles were cold, and there was no warmth at all.

"Fei Xiao, stop!" For some reason, a terrible idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he shouted loudly at Fei Xiao, "This child is dying!"

(End of this chapter)