"When it comes to ghost culture, it has a long history and has been circulated since ancient times. Even before the text appears, it has been passed down by word of mouth until the text develops, and literary records begin to appear.

It appears in "The Spring and Autumn Annals", "Zuo Zhuan", "Chu Ci", and "The Biography of Emperor Mu".

Nuo in the Analects of Confucius; the ghosts and gods in the Book of Rites; the Huangdi's lectures during the Warring States Period; the "Secret History of the Han Dynasty"; the "Sou Shen Ji" and "Bowu Zhi" during the Six Dynasties; the "Ancient Mirror Records" and "Du Yi Zhi" in the Tang Dynasty, the "Taiping Guang Ji" in the Song Dynasty, the "Cheng Zhai Miscellaneous Notes" and the "Journey to the West" in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties. This culture was very popular by the Qing Dynasty, and everyone knows the most representative "Strange Stories from a Chinese Dynasties".

The old professor stood on the stage and spoke not as slowly as ordinary old people. Instead, he was very quick. He was listed from the Spring and Autumn Period to the Qing Dynasty. He paused for a moment when he spoke, and the projector behind him turned and turned again. At this time, the image that stopped was Nie Xiaoqian's film and television characters.

There are more than 400 stories of all sizes in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", and Nie Xiaoqian is one of them.

With Joey Wong's interpretation in film and television works, this image is also well-known, which can be seen from the performance of most people sitting below.

Gu Cheng sat in the second row below, leaning on the back of the chair, watching the projected picture. The ballpoint pen in his hand moved lightly, outlining the outline of a classical woman with graceful clothes.

The person sitting next to him looked at this scene and looked a little surprised. The movement was too casual, but the lines drawn were not casual at all.

The old professor on the stage picked up the thermos and took a sip, looked at the quiet audience, coughed and laughed:

"I was in the mountains when I was young. It was not as prosperous as it is now. When it was dark, I couldn't see my five fingers. When I lit a candle and read a book, I sometimes thought that the mountain spirits and ghosts in the stories like to sleep with men and scholars. If a female monster really appears outside my window, how should I refuse her..."

Speaking of this, a burst of laughter came from the audience. After a moment, the old professor smiled and pressed his hand down. After quiet, he spoke back to the topic: "The culture of 'ghosts' has been running through five thousand years. It can be said to have a long history and is a very important part of our culture. In oracle bone script, ghosts are pictographic characters, with the shape of the characters below being human, and the top is like a terrible head, and a monster that is like a human being in people's imagination.

Some people may want to ask, since it can last for thousands of years, does it really exist?

No, I think the reason why it has existed for a long time is that it conforms to the mainstream of our culture and contains rich humanistic spirit. Looking at the aspirations listed above, a large part of the core is "ritual, faith, loyalty, and filial piety". Like White Snake and Hua Guzi, after receiving the favor, they try every means to repay their kindness; including being a judge after Zhong Kui died and Bao Qingtian became the King of Hell after his death. These are all the simple fantasies of the ancient public, and they are also a sustenance for fairness and justice. I hope that goodness will be rewarded."

He paused, pushed his glasses and looked at everyone, and continued to smile, "If anyone of you has seen those things with your own eyes, you can stand up and tell us."

The people in the audience looked at me and I looked at you and laughed at you, only Gu Cheng still lowered his head.

The professor waited on the table with his hands for a while, but nodded and said, "Under today's materialist values, we should have a more comprehensive understanding of this culture.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that ghosts only exist in the mouths of our friends, relatives, classmates, and netizens, as well as movies, novels and other places.

The brain is a very wonderful existence…”

The picture of the projector kept turning, and the old professor talked freely.

"...If you go to the bottom of it, you will find that no one has seen it before. Ghosts are just fantasies, especially today when electronic eyes are everywhere. If it really exists, the Academy of Sciences should have many specimens..."

This is a classical culture learning exchange meeting, lasting for three days, and this is the last day. Perhaps the theme of the previous two days was too dull, and this afternoon became a relatively relaxed topic.

The people in the audience are not students. In short, communication is the main focus and learning is the auxiliary focus.

When the speech ended, Gu Cheng put away his pen and stretched his waist. The image of a classical woman had appeared on the paper, but he had no facial features and his face was empty.

The old professor packed up the information on the stage and stood up with the people beside him, Gu Cheng also walked outside.

Passing by the table in front, after the lecture, there were several people standing next to the old professor who was packing the information, and they were gathering together and talking in a low voice. The topic had nothing to do with the mountain spirit ghost, but was nothing to do with the surname "ghost".

Maybe it was because Gu Cheng seemed a little young, the old professor turned his head and looked again. Gu Cheng noticed his gaze and smiled slightly to say hello.

The professor also smiled and nodded. Gu Cheng did not stop and went out to the corridor. It was already sunset.

The venue is in Zhangjia Ancient Garden, with large buildings that are ancient and ancient, with ridges and flying eaves dyed a touch of orange in the sunset.

Gu Cheng stood at the railing and looked silently, his expression calm, and his eyes passed by one by one.

In his memory, Zhang Jiayuan still looked like a long time ago. It was dilapidated, dusk, blue bricks and red tiles. The porters outside the door were walking around, shouting scissors, and some popsicles were also pushing the 28-bar. A box wrapped in a quilt in the back seat, leaving step by step in the hot summer.

I don’t know how many renovations have been made, but the original style is still maintained. The difference is the wide and flat roads in the distance, the tall buildings, and the occasional sound of car whistles.

After leaving Yicheng for so many years, my former friends may have been gone.

Several figures flashed through Gu Cheng's heart. Just as he was about to turn around, his eyes suddenly stopped.

In the afterglow of the sunset, a girl sat next to a corner of the eaves on the crimson roof tiles. She held a book in her hand and was watching it. Her legs were swaying gently on the edge of the roof, and her straight calves appeared and disappeared under the corner of her skirt.

She twisted the corner of the page with her fingers and didn't turn over. She seemed to notice something and turned her head to look here.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice came from behind. Gu Cheng did not look back, and looked at the Hongxia in the sky and said, "The weather is good today."

The people who came met at this exchange meeting. The two of them arranged by the organizer to sleep together, and they were also roommates, and they were quite knowledgeable about ancient Chinese.

"I guess the weather will be good tomorrow. Are you going back tonight?" Wang Shaofeng asked. They came from different places and were just representing their respective units to participate in this event.

"I booked tickets for more than six o'clock." Gu Cheng said.
Chapter completed!