The house can be described as bare-walled. Apart from a wooden bed and a table, there was only a lantern hanging on the wall. A woman slowly raised her head, brushed her temples, and her face was bleak. Afterwards, the old woman entertained the guests with quite a lot of food. They were all fish and meat, but

To use a basin instead of a pot, Chen Pingan and Xiao Mo needed to break branches into chopsticks. However, the fish and rice were both cold and difficult for ordinary people to swallow, but for Chen Pingan, it was nothing. After the meal, Chen Pingan sat at the table, the soil

The ground was uneven and the table was crooked just now. Chen Pingan went to the forest outside the house to chop firewood and make blocks for the table legs. The old woman thanked her and the woman used the lamp to catch lice. Chen Pingan didn't care about the poor family.

Why were the dishes and hospitality so sumptuous? She just took out her tobacco stick and started puffing away the smoke. The woman stared at it several times, still wanting to speak.

Chen Ping'an asked: "May I ask grandma, what time of year is it now?"

The old woman smiled and replied: "The Hungry Ghost Festival has just passed, and the previous meals were sent by my master."

Chen Ping'an suddenly nodded and stood up to leave. Because there was only one room, it was inconvenient to stay overnight. However, he only said that he was in a hurry. The old woman couldn't hold him back, so she had to say: "Young master, you can go more than fifty miles along the previous road, and there is a post station."

, my husband is working there as an errand, he is hunchbacked and lame, he is easy to recognize, I beg the young master to bother me and urge him to send some copper coins back quickly, saying that the food and clothing at home are all gone."

Chen Ping'an took Xiao Mo away from the house in the forest. If nothing else happened, if he looked at this place again at dawn, he would probably only see the ancient tombs slumped, half leaning into the basil and thorns.

The two of them took their time and walked to the inn, passing by a large tomb with dense pines and cypresses on the way. The sky was slightly bright, and they saw an old man with a hunchback and a limp, who claimed to be the tombkeeper of a certain official.

He was working as a day laborer at the post station, and his wife was the official's maid during her lifetime. The old man said that he wanted to borrow money to go to the incense and candle shop that specialized in casual business and buy some paper money. Chen Ping'an took out some scraps of silver as a gift.

To the old man, remind him not to forget that in addition to buying paper money, houses, carriages, horses, paper clothes and other items at the incense and candle shop, it is best to ask the shop for a custom-made paper dry tobacco pole, and burn it together with the tobacco.

Xiao Mo looked at the back of the old man stumbling away and asked in his heart: "Sir, does this well-informed fellow Taoist Wutong already know my current pseudonym and Taoist name?"

The pseudonym is unfamiliar, and the Taoist name is Xi Zhu.

Since it is the birth of human life, it is also the birth of living beings.

Chen Pingan shook his head, "That Taoist friend's intentions may be more meaningful."

After waiting for a while, the old man burned paper money and other objects in front of the grave as promised, and Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo changed the scroll.

It turned out to be an ancestral temple. On the incense table, there was an oath of covenant. There were two words on it, one was as solid as a rock and the other was erratic. Judging from the content, the former was a woman's oath, showing colorful colors, but the man's oath, such as

The water was undulating and swaying, but it was white in color, like ashes.

It turns out that local infatuated men and women often come to this temple to swear an oath. If either party violates the oath, they will be held accountable and convicted by the gods.

Xiao Mo raised his head and glanced at the two statues in the temple, one high and one low. The taller painted statue had the face of a young master, while the lower one had the face of Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for ten thousand years. Did this fellow Taoist just learn these fancy magic techniques?"

Chen Ping'an picked up the oath to testify against "himself", sighed, and looked up into the distance. With the magical power of "one god", there was no doubt that it was the infatuated woman and the heartless man. The former had vomited blood and died, becoming an orphan. The ghost's body rested in a Taoist temple, and the man was a little clever. He had already moved to the capital. He had already started a family and had a good career. He had a smooth career and a successful career because the daughter he married was from this dynasty. The legitimate daughter of a great scholar... Chen Ping'an, as a local deity, had a slight change of heart, shrunk down the mountains and rivers, and reached the border of the jurisdiction in one step, but it would be difficult to go further.

Xiao Mo suddenly said: "The golden body of the temple is beginning to show cracks."

Chen Ping'an nodded, looked around the territory, and found a local wealthy businessman who was known for his chivalrous spirit. He then entrusted this person with a dream, told him the reasons, and gave him a thousand gold coins as a means of traveling to Beijing.

After the wealthy man woke up from his dream, without saying a word, he rode his horse and rushed to the capital of the capital day and night.

In less than half a month, outside the Taoist temple where the soul had stopped, there was a powerful man with a halberd and beard and fist hair, galloping on a horse with a sword in his hand, and passed several gates.

Carrying a bloody package on his back, he immediately stood in front of the coffin, raised his beard and shouted, "The person who betrayed his heart has been killed."

Then the hero untied the package, which contained a blood-smeared head, threw it out with all his strength, and rolled away to the ground. It was the head of the heartless man.

The female ghost wandering outside the Taoist temple, her eyes dim with tears, and the powerful man riding away gave him a blessing and shed tears of gratitude. Then he turned around and knelt down to thank the two local gods in the Taoist temple.

Later, they changed their identities and became two literati traveling to visit friends.

Near that friend's house, there are rumors that there is a haunted house that has been abandoned for many years. Every night, the white walls are covered with bones and look hideous.

A businessman secretly communicated with the government officials, took advantage of the loophole, tampered with the house deed, and turned the house into a private property, which turned out to be a hot potato.

Inviting Taoist priests to the altar to perform practices, and eminent monks to preach, all failed. Instead, they were teased by ghosts, who laughed and said, "Is this what a Taoist person can do?"

Later, Chen Ping'an and his "friend" did not believe in evil. He thought he was a gentleman who had read the books of saints and sages, and he was also an official. Why should he be afraid of this, so he carried a few books of sages and sages, hung an official seal on his waist, and wanted to spend the night there. As a result, he was so frightened that he almost left his body. He fled back in embarrassment in less than a stick of incense. He couldn't afford to fall ill. It took him more than ten days of training to get better. When he met his two close friends, he only said that the evil ghost was very troublesome. I really don’t know who in the world can surrender.

Chen Ping'an took Xiao Mo to the haunted house in the night, strolling in the courtyard, not seeing the terrifying visions on the wall, but also the permeating movements and sounds, but turning a blind eye or hearing them.

Xiao Mo held the hiking stick in one hand and clasped it behind his back. His eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the blood-stained face on the wall. The latter seemed to be frightened by this guy. Xiao Mo then turned around and smiled. He asked: "Sir, what should I do? Our swordsmanship and magical powers are obviously useless here, so how can we defeat demons and eliminate demons? Is it possible to move them with emotion and reason? Or buy it from the merchant with money? After signing the title deed, let’s put a seal on the gate?”

Chen Ping'an leaned against the corridor pillar, crossed his arms across his chest, looked at the wall, and said with a smile: "The way of the world is that Yin and Yang are different, and there are different paths in the dark and bright, and mediocre people disturb themselves. As long as you can respect ghosts and gods and stay away, nothing will happen.

"

A faint sigh came from the other side of the wall, and a woman in colorful clothes and beautiful makeup walked out of the wall and floated to the ground, "Sir, these words are so comforting."

The female ghost suddenly smiled like a flower, "Then let me take you to a beautiful place with hundreds of flowers."

A door opened on the wall, and the woman walked in first, turning around and waving.

Xiao Mo couldn't help but ask: "What do you want to do with such twists and turns?"

That Taoist friend has been playing these little tricks for some reason.

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "The boat will naturally straighten up when it reaches the bridge. Just think of it as a roadside trip to see flowers."

Chen Ping'an almost mistakenly thought he had arrived at the Paradise of Hundred Flowers.

Along the way, there are strange flowers and plants, and the woman standing beside them, all kinds of charm.

Finally, we came to a gorgeous hall. Outside the hall, a young girl seemed to be doing a roll call and announced the names of Chen Ping'an and his two "human scribes".

The girl was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Her figure was slender and frail, her steps were sloppy and her joints creaked.

After Chen Ping'an led Xiao Mo across the threshold, he saw the lady sitting high in the palace, graceful and graceful, wearing a green crown on her head, like a concubine.

There are dozens of maids in the palace, all of whom are beauties.

As a result, the lady who was sitting high on the throne said that both of you were talented and learned people, so she began to ask for poetry.

Chen Ping'an just drank some so-called Baihua ointment. When he heard that he wanted to sing poetry, he asked Xiao Mo to do it for him.

Good guy, Xiao Mo didn't have any stage fright. He raised his glass and immediately gave me dozens of poems about flowers and plants, and they were all poems that Xiao Mo pieced together.

Hearing this, Chen Pingan lowered his head and held his forehead, not daring to see anyone.

Those women were very supportive, surprised and seemed to be impressed by Xiao Mo's talent and learning.

In the end, Xiaomo really managed to get through with help.

Both of them still held wine glasses in their hands. Xiao Mo smiled and said, "I still feel like I still have more to say."

Chen Ping'an threw the rosy wine glass in his hand to Xiao Mo, then patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder, "In the future, I will ask people more about swords and less poetry."

Already in a busy market, there is an old man selling flowers, which are white, white and red. They are very cute. When the sun is getting warm, the old man takes off the burden on his shoulders, takes out a fan and blows the breeze. Even if the old man is not said to be a

The colorful figure, let’s just say the folding fan in his hand, does not look like something in the hands of a village man. Above the fan is a poem. The handwriting is beautiful, and each word is the reflection of a beautiful woman. There is a signature at the end of the fan.

Chen Ping'an patted Xiao Mo's shoulder heavily again.

Xiao Mo looked puzzled.

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Don't you mean that you still have more to say? What a coincidence, I have memorized so many books, a lot of knowledge, and a real wealth of knowledge. The next step is where I can put it to use."

Xiao Mo's face was full of confusion, but Chen Pingan looked more like pretending to be stupid and smiled: "Don't be stunned, hurry up and ask the old man about the origin of the fan, if I pretend to be your follower again, you can just say that you are

Scholars who come to Beijing to take the exam, there is no doubt that there will be a wedding night waiting for you."

Xiao Mo glanced at the fan, frowned, and shook his head, "This lady's poems are really... comparable to Xiao Mo's."

Chen Ping'an said with a serious face: "Xiao Mo, what's going on! Have you read so many novels about talented people and beautiful ladies in vain? This kind of poetry must sing in harmony and praise each other's poems. When describing talented people and beautiful ladies, their poems must be mentioned.

No matter how good they are, novelists will still write many good poems for them."

Xiao Mo suddenly had a head as big as a dustpan.

After that, as the young master said, he almost had a wedding night with a young woman, but in the end, both parties exchanged tokens of love, which was regarded as a reconciliation and passed the test.

Seeing the serious look on the young master's face, Xiao Mo immediately asked in his heart: "Young Master, is this a series of calculations?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's not a calculation, it's a conspiracy."

After that, Chen Ping'an became the king of a country in a peaceful and prosperous era. His behavior was ridiculous. He had just awarded a young girl with quick talents as the female champion. There was a lot of traffic, and there was an endless stream of people asking for calligraphy and poetry. When she was a girl, she saw a man upstairs.

The young scholar who had been waiting for a long time, because of his lameness, used reserved words and made some sarcastic remarks. The scholar was born in a wealthy family, but his knowledge was only half-full, and he did not understand the meaning of the girl's teasing. When the room was full of friends, he was complacent, but someone revealed the mystery.

, made a huge joke, and from then on I held a grudge, threw the wine glass, and said angrily, "Is the daughter of a living prime minister bullying me, the son of a dead prime minister?"

This person kept scheming and caused a series of troubles for the girl's family. Fortunately, her father was a high-ranking official and a leader of the Qing Dynasty. He still managed to settle a series of troubles. One day

After meeting with his daughter to discuss the matter, the minister understood the twists and turns. Later, he recruited a son-in-law for his daughter. It was like having a son-in-law riding a dragon in the family. After that, the son-in-law joined forces to deal with the conspiracy of the son who claimed to be the dead prime minister.

Logically speaking, the ending is of course that the evil one does not suppress the good and the good person is full of love.

But Chen Ping'an, the most respected monarch, just watched the farce with a cold eye. At the critical moment, he did not say a word of justice for the imprisoned Minister of Civil Affairs, let alone the champion scholar who was about to move thousands of miles away.

The imperial edict to save life was issued just before the young girl, who was now a married woman, was about to become a member of the religious community. After leaving the palace, the emperor called over the lame man who was already crowded with middle-aged people and came with him.

The two men looked at the embroidered building in the distance together. The emperor asked the man, thinking back to that time when you were here, what were you thinking in your heart? Can you still remember it after so many years?

The lame man nodded and said he remembered it clearly.

After getting the true answer, His Majesty the Emperor went to the so-called imperial prison. Through the iron bars, looking at the old minister who was kowtowing, "His Majesty the Emperor" knelt down and asked the Heavenly Official if he still remembered.

I remember a sentence I said back then.

The old minister with thatched hair looked confused, and His Majesty the Emperor reminded him, what was your first sentence when you first learned that the lame young man was being teased by your daughter.

The old minister could not remember those old events, so he could only continue to kowtow and beg His Majesty the Emperor for mercy.

I just heard His Majesty the Emperor say slowly: "You said at that time, 'That's all,' and then you started discussing with your daughter how to clean up the mess."
To be continued...