Strange Tales of the Ghosts - Chapter 259

[Chapter 259 Blood Flying Sky (2)]

Xiao Ying knew that the situation was serious now, but on the other side, she was not afraid of the sky and the earth, and she was not afraid yet, and looked at the woman blocking the road with her hands on her hips. “Do you want to fight?”

“I didn’t mean it, I just didn’t want you to be in danger.” The woman frowned and said nothing.

“Yes, on such a hot day, if there is no water to drink, it will be really dangerous.” Xiao Ying was full of food, looked at the unfinished melons and fruits on the table, and said with a smile, “It’s not as good as you. In the end, give me these melons and fruits, so that I won’t die of thirst.”

“I’m not talking about this…” The woman hesitated and said, “If you want to get out of here, you have to go through the rain of blood. Desert, it’s very dangerous there…”

“Blood Rain Desert? Well, this sounds a little scary.” Little Parrot nodded, suddenly thinking of something. “So, you’ve never been out?”

“You’ve been out, but before the Blood Rain Demon King ruled there.” The woman replied sadly, her eyes were covered with sand of memories. Wanting to find someone to talk to, the woman told Xiao Ying about the past a long time ago. “It’s called Mingsha Mountain. It’s located in Dunhuang. It’s famous because of the silk trade, and it’s a necessary section of the Silk Road. When I didn’t have me a long time ago, it was prosperous for a while…”

“Wait.” Xiao Ying suddenly shouted, He blinked and asked, “I’ve bothered you for so long, but I still don’t know what your name is?”

“Xuefeitian.”

“Xuefeitian? So, you and the Blood Rain Demon King are relatives?!” Xiao Ying stepped back Taking a step, be careful of the thumping thump of the liver.

Seeing Xiao Ying’s fear, Xue Feitian quickly explained in a soft voice: “Don’t be afraid, listen to me first.” This is a day and a night, and things have to start from the day Xue Feitian has life. As Xiao Ying expected, Xuefeitian is not a human being. Her existence was originally just a mural created by a craftsman. Because of its lifelikeness, it was liked by many scholars and scholars. middle.

One day, a literati came into the cave drunkenly with a pot of fine wine, touched the portraits on the wall, and with a bit of drunkenness, laughed and sang a poem: “Luo skirts are relaxed and go with the wind, beauty goes by month by month. When I came into my arms, I was tired of the hustle and bustle of the world, and went straight to Jiuxiao to become a fairy.”

“Good poetry, good poetry.”

A voice echoed, and the literati looked back, but it was a plasterer with a bucket and a brush, so he said Somewhat disdainful. “You even know poetry as a plasterer?”

“You only know one or two things.”

The literati flung his sleeves and snorted coldly, “Then according to you, what kind of Bodhisattva is the immortal in this painting?

” Immortal.”

“Hmph, I say you are ignorant, but you don’t believe it. How can you, a little plasterer, understand the fairy machine in his painting.”

The plasterer stepped forward to help and persuaded: “Young master is already drunk, although the wine is good, it is better to drink less.”

“Hehe, drunk is not drunk, awake is not awake, you don’t understand.” The literati blushed and laughed. Having said that, he walked out.

The plasterer shook his head, carried the bucket to the front of the painting wall, and began to carefully repair the missing parts of the painting wall. After fixing it, he stared at the painting wall for a long time before leaving.

In the future, the literati came again. Similarly, with a pot of fine wine in his hand, as soon as he entered the cave, he smiled when he saw the plasterer.

“Young master is joking, I was ordered by the master to guard this mural well.” The plasterer replied politely.

The literati nodded, feeling that it was meaningless to drink alone, so he invited the plasterer to share the wine. The two of them talked and chatted, and they got to know a little bit. The rich and powerful were replaced, so, dissatisfied, he went away, leaving waves in the four seas, nearly thirty years old, and still not married. And this plasterer was only in his early twenties. He was born here, grew up here, was an orphan, and was brought up by his master, who painted the mural.

Hearing this, Zhao Jingming exclaimed: “Who is your master who can draw such a bodhisattva fairy.”

“To be honest, my master is just a craftsman. When he was ordered to paint this painting, he also Before thinking about it, the master once said that what he wanted and longed for was the perfection of beauty, so he painted the person he thought was the most beautiful.” The plasterer answered honestly.

Zhao Jingming had been drinking, but he was still not drunk. Hearing the plasterer’s remarks, he couldn’t help but wonder: “Is there really such a beautiful woman in the world?

” Humans are neither immortals nor beautiful people.”

“Why do you say this?”

“The character in this painting is named Feitian, neither male nor female, which means that Buddhas are born with no appearance and no difference.” The plasterer saw that the literati Zhao Jingming was so obsessed, he said: Kind reminder.

After Zhao Jingming heard this, he turned his head to look at the fairy in the fresco, whose body and posture made him unconvinced that the person in the painting was not a beauty, but a ‘monster’ who was neither male nor female, so he shook his head: “I don’t believe it, You must be lying to me.”

“Hey, if Young Master Zhao doesn’t believe me, I can’t do anything about it.” The plasterer sighed, shook his head, got up and left.

At this time, the setting sun was like blood and parallel to the sand dunes, and the afterglow was thrown into the oil cave and shone on the stone wall. I don’t know if it was because Zhao Jingming had drunk too much alcohol or was hallucinating, and the characters in the painting jumped up. Dancing, swaying, turning around, every look flew to Zhao Jingming, making him mesmerized.

On the second day, someone found that Zhao Jingming had died in the cave, his whole body was dry and there was no blood. Not long after the discoverer reported to the officials, the plasterer was arrested, and then released because there was no evidence.

After leaving the government office, the plasterer went directly to the master’s house. As soon as he entered the door, the master who had been paralyzed in bed died. The plasterer hugged the master’s body and wept sadly and cried for a long time. Then he found the master’s clean clothes. When he was about to replace his master, just when he picked up his master from the bed, a letter pressed by a pillow fell out. Picking up the letter and looking at it, the plasterer’s name was actually written on the envelope, and it said ‘My disciple Ziyi’. The plasterer knew it must be a letter from the master to himself, so he opened it.

If you don’t look, the plasterer will never know that the master has hidden such a big secret, which is actually related to a murder case more than 20 years ago. At that time, it was when the Silk Road was prosperous. Businessmen from the same race and other countries also stop here, including men and women of all colors. However, among them, a foreign dancer named ‘Rye’ is the most popular.

[End of This Chapter]