Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 2  Yizhuang

Lightning struck, and a sudden light hit Ning Xiu's stunned face.

The half of the watermelon in his hand fell to the ground without realizing it, making a crisp "pop" sound!

It was not until this time that Ning Xiu really came to his senses, but he still felt unreal. The scenes around him were changing so suddenly, just like in a movie, the scene was suddenly switched.

"Master, this charity village is haunted, you might as well leave quickly."

Just as his mind was in a mess, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

Ning Xiu raised his head and saw a vegetable farmer carrying a load coming towards him.

The vegetable farmer looked very panicked. He was far away from the charity village and didn't even dare to look at it, as if there was something unclean in the charity village.

"Master, is this talking to me?"

Ning Xiu was subconsciously stunned. When he realized that he wanted to ask the vegetable farmer, the other party had already left without a trace.

The night wind blew, and he couldn't help but shivered.

I heard the leaves around me rustling, and the howlings of wild beasts came from the distant mountains and forests.

Ning Xiu hurriedly stood up and realized that he was not wearing the original T-shirt or jeans, but a wide Taoist robe.

No wonder the old man called me Taoist priest just now.

But what's going on?

"If you don't want to die, come in quickly!"

Just when Ning Xiu was confused, a cold voice suddenly came from the charity village.

"Who are you? Where is this place? Did you bring me here?"

Ning Xiu did not go in immediately, but asked three questions in a row like a cannon in the charity village.

But it was obvious that the other party had no intention of replying at all, as if he had been determined to come in.

The dark clouds gradually blocked the moon and the sky became darker and darker.

There was even more fog around him, and Ning Xiu had a sense of intuition in his heart that if he continued to stay outside, he would definitely die. He looked into the charity village, showed a decisive look on his face, and pushed open the door without looking back.

After entering the gate, there was a small courtyard, which was full of weeds and cracked brick walls. It was obvious that no one had taken care of here for a long time.

Ning Xiu raised his head and found a faint light coming from the room in front of him.

When he got closer, he realized that the lights were lit candles.

In addition to the coffin, the house is also a coffin.

A woman in white was sitting on one of the coffins, looking at him coldly.

A charity house, a haunted house.

White clothes, female ghost!

At this moment, Ning Xiu felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and he staggered back two steps. He subconsciously picked up a wooden stick beside him and looked at the woman in white in front of him with a vigilant face.

Although he was still calm at this time, he was already full of cheers. Anyone who saw such strange scenes in front of him would probably be like this. For those who have watched many horror movies, it is really hard not to let him think.

"Oh, that's not bad. The boy is so brave. He didn't faint from scaring." The woman in white reached out and whispered, saying indifferently.

After the initial fear, Ning Xiu finally gradually regained his rationality. He found that the woman not only had a shadow, but also had the white clothes on her body, which were the kind of knight-like outfits in martial arts films, rather than the pure white outfits of the female ghost in ghost films.

Moreover, when he heard the tone and ecology of his speech, he had obvious characteristics of modern people. However, even so, Ning Xiu still did not relax his vigilance.

"Who are you? Where is this? Why am I here?"

The three questions just now are because these three questions are the questions that Ning Xiu is most eager to know today.

"The answer is in your mind, you will know if you think about it carefully." The woman in white still had the lazy posture.

After hearing the woman in white, Ning Xiu calmed down and thought about it carefully, and found that there was indeed a memory in his mind. In this memory, Ning Xiu was the 39th generation descendant of Maoshan, but Maoshan was already in decline at this time. As a descendant of Maoshan, he had to rely on doing things for others everywhere to make a living.

At this time, he was commissioned by the village chief of Xiaohe Village to go down the mountain to help with the rituals. He heard that the village has been haunted recently.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the wooden door of Yizhuang was unstable.

The woman in white saw Ning Xiu thinking, then said, "It depends on the identity you inherited, that should be a Taoist priest. If you are lucky, you should have one or two superficial inheritance of Taoism."

Ning Xiu looked up at the woman in white, with a hint of surprise on his face.

As she said, there is indeed a inheritance of Taoism in her mind.

They are the basic evil-repelling mantra and the basic qi-seeking method.

In addition to these two Taoist laws, there is also a lot of Taoist knowledge, mostly about Yin Ghost rituals, and some knowledge related to Feng Shui, Yin and Yang and Five Elements of Home. As a young man who lived under the red flag since he was a child in the new century and believed in science, Ning Xiu had certainly never been exposed to these metaphysics, but now he has learned it without a teacher. This knowledge seems to have been imprinted in his soul.

When the woman in white saw Ning Xiu's reaction, she knew that she was right.

"As a newcomer, you are lucky. I think you have some connection with Taoism in reality, so Xuanguang Illusion will arrange such a role for you."

"Xuanguang Illusion?"

"No," the woman in white nodded and then spoke. "In ancient times, all the deeds done by immortals, demons, ghosts and Buddhas would have fluctuated in this world, thus leaving traces of them in time and space. The powerful people and even their existence are a kind of imprint. After the craftsmanship of time, these imprints will form illusions of light after a long period of time. At a specific time and when specific conditions are met, these imprints will be triggered."

"The place we are in now is a small Xuanguang illusion. Have you just attended a funeral recently or had a close encounter with dead people?"

Ning Xiu nodded and asked, "But since this is an illusion, then we just need to wake up."

"Puff!"

After hearing Ning Xiu's words, the woman in white couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"You won't treat Xuanguang Illusion as a mirage, have you ever seen such a realistic illusion? Xuanguang Illusion is not a simple illusion. It is between reality and illusion. I don't know much more detailed situations. But you only need to know one thing, that is, if you die in the illusion, you really die."

Ning Xiu looked at the woman in white and told him intuition that the other party was not lying, but he still didn't want to believe that all this was true.

"This is really not the original world?" he asked unwillingly.

"Do you think there are places like charity villages in the 21st century?"

The woman in white laughed twice and said, "Or do you think this is a prank someone did to you?"

Ning Xiu didn't say anything for a long time, and the woman in white had no intention of continuing to speak. She was obviously waiting for him to digest this incredible message.

She has seen many newcomers. When faced with this situation, these newcomers either shouted and didn't want to believe it, or were overly pessimistic and fearless, even unable to stand firmly.

What surprised her was that Ning Xiu just closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, she found that the confusion in the other person's eyes no longer existed.

"How can we leave?" Ning Xiu asked the most critical question.

For him, since it is a reality that cannot be changed, then accept it and adapt to it. Looking at the appearance of the woman in white, it is obviously not the first time she has entered this so-called Xuanguang illusion, so she must have a way to leave.

"You can leave after completing the task assigned to you by Xuanguang Illusion. By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Xiao Zhu."

"Where can the jade man teach the flute to play the flute? The bamboo path leads to the secluded place?"

A strange look appeared on Ning Xiu's face, he whispered a little belly and introduced: "Ning Xiu."

"The uneasy thing is still chatting?" Xiao Zhu also said bluntly.

Faced with Xiao Zhu's irony, Ning Xiu knew that what he had just said was heard by the other party, so he could only smile awkwardly and asked, "Then our mission this time is to eliminate ghosts?"

He gradually began to understand that since the illusion gave him this identity, it was to accomplish what he wanted to do.

"Isn't it a ghost?"

Xiao Zhu shook her head and slowly spoke, "...it's a zombie."

"Zombies?"

Ning Xiu was still waiting to ask questions, but Xiao Zhu made a "shhh" move at him.

Looking at Xiao Zhu's serious expression, he swallowed back what he wanted to say. The two of them stopped talking, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Ning Xiu's face became increasingly ugly, and a "rustling" sound suddenly sounded in the quiet space, and the sound was extremely sharp, just like the sound made when you scratch the blackboard with your fingernails.
Chapter completed!