Chapter 14 Red clothes beat maple skin as white as snow

He looked playful, but inexplicably had an all-knowing poise. Although the voice of a young man, his voice was slightly lower than that of a boy of his age, which was very pleasant. Xie Lian was sitting on the ox cart, thinking for a moment, and said: "Blood rain and flowers, this scene sounds like it is very amazing, this friend, can you tell me how it came?"

In order to show respect, he still did not add a "small" word in front of his friend. The young man sat casually, with one arm resting on his raised knee, adjusted the sleeves of his arrow sleeves, and said casually: "It's not a big deal. It's just that he once carried another ghost's lair, all the way down the mountain. After the blood rain, I saw a flower on the side of the road when I was leaving, and was beaten miserably by the blood rain, so I turned my umbrella and blocked it."

Xie Lian imagined the scene, only to feel that there was an inexplicable elegance in the blood and rain. He remembered the legend of the red-clothed ghost burning the Thirty-three Temples again, and said with a smile: "Does this Huacheng often fight everywhere?"

The young man replied: "Not often, it depends on the mood."

Xie Lian asked: "What kind of person was he during his lifetime?"

The boy said: "It's definitely not a good person."

Xie Lian asked: "What does he look like?"

This sentence asked, the young man looked up at him, tilted his head, stood up, went to Xie Lian, sat down side by side, and asked: "What do you think he should look like?"

Looking at it so close, I feel that this young man is amazingly handsome, and it is a kind of handsome beauty with a faint attack, like a sword drawn out of its sheath, so dazzling, it is so dazzling that people dare not look at it. After only staring at him for a moment, Xie Lian couldn't hold back a little, and he turned his head slightly and said, "Since he is a big ghost king, he wants to come in a variety of shapes, and there are many different appearances."

Seeing him turn his head, the young man raised an eyebrow and said, "Well. However, sometimes he still uses his true colors. Of course we are talking about the deity."

I don't know if it was an illusion, Xie Lian felt that the distance between the two seemed to be a little farther, so he turned his face back and said: "Then I feel that his deity may be a teenager like you."

Hearing this, the corner of the boy's mouth curved slightly and said, "Why?"

Thanks for the pity: "No reason. You can say it casually, and I will think about it casually. Everything is casual."

The boy laughed twice and said, "Maybe? However, he is blind in one eye."

He nodded under his right eye and said, "This one."

This statement is not surprising. Xie Lian also heard a little before. In some versions of legends, Huacheng wears a black eye patch on his right eye, covering his lost eye. Thanks for the pity: "Then you know what happened to his eye?"

The boy said: "Well, many people want to understand this question."

Others want to know what caused Huacheng to lose a right eye. In fact, they want to know what Huacheng's weakness is. Xie Lian asked this question, but she just wanted to know. Before he could answer, the boy said, "He dug it himself."

Xie Lian was startled and said, "Why?"

The boy said, "Crazy."

...to go crazy and even dig out his own eyes, Xie Lian is really becoming more and more curious about this red-clothed ghost king who is in a bloody rain. He didn't expect it to be as simple as just going crazy, but now that he has said that, there is no more detailed situation. He continued to ask: "What weakness does Huacheng have?"

He didn't expect the young man to answer this sentence at all, he just asked casually. If Huacheng's weakness can be known so easily, it is not Huacheng. Who knows, the young man answered without hesitation and said, "The ashes."

If you can get the ashes of a ghost, you can drive the ghost away. If the ghost doesn't obey the urge and destroys the ashes, he will be completely destroyed, and his soul will be dissipated. This is common sense. However, this common sense on Huacheng may not make much sense. Xie Lian said with a smile: "I'm afraid no one can get his ashes. Therefore, this weakness is equivalent to no weakness."

The young man said, "Not necessarily. There is a situation where the ghost will take the initiative to give away the ashes."

Thank you for your pity: "Is it handing it over as a bet like he did about the thirty-three priests?"

The boy scoffed, "How come?"

Although he didn't say everything, Xie Lian could also hear that he meant that Huacheng could lose. He said: "There is a custom in the ghost world. If a ghost chooses a person, he will entrust his ashes to that person."

In fact, it is equivalent to handing over your own life to another person. Such a deep love, what a touching story. Xie Lian said with interest: "It turns out that the ghost world still has such a sentimental custom."

The boy said, "Yes. But few dare to do it."

Xie Lian expected the same. There are not only demons in the world to deceive people, but also humans to deceive demons. There will be many uses and many betrayals. He said: "It is really heartbreaking if one's heart is devoted to it, but one's bones and bones become ashes in the end."

But the young man laughed and said, "What are you afraid of? If it was me, and the ashes were sent out, whether he wanted to thwart the ashes or scatter them for fun?"

Xie Lian smiled, and suddenly remembered that the two of them talked for so long, but they didn't know each other's name, and said: "This friend, what's your name?"

The young man raised a hand on his eyebrows, covering the wine-red sunset, and narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't like the sun very much. He said, "Me? I'm the third in the family, and everyone calls me Saburo."

He didn't take the initiative to say his name, so Xie Lian didn't ask any more questions, and said, "My surname is Xie, and I have a single name with the word pity. Are you going in this direction to Bodhi Village?"

Saburo leaned back, leaned on the straw stack, pillowed his hands, crossed his legs, and said, "I don't know. I'm walking around."

Listening to his words, there seems to be an inside story, thank you: "What's the matter?"

Saburo sighed and said leisurely: "The family quarreled and was kicked out. After walking for a long time, there was nowhere to go. Today I was so hungry that I fainted on the street, so I just found a place to lie down."

Although this young man's clothes seem to be casual, but the material is very good, and his conversation is good, and he seems to be very busy every day. Looking at this, he knows everything. Xie Lian has long imagined that he is a young man from a wealthy family who came out to play. son. A pampered young man has walked out alone for so long, and there must be a lot of hardships on the road, which I deeply understand. Hearing that he was hungry, Xie Lian rummaged through the small bag he was carrying and found only one steamed bun. He was glad that it was not hard, and said to him, "Do you want to eat?" he. Saburo looked at him and asked, "Are you gone?"

Thanks for the pity: "I'm fine, not too hungry."

Saburo pushed the steamed buns back to him and said, "I'm fine too."

Seeing this, Xie Lian took it back, broke a steamed bun, divided it into two halves, and handed it to him in half, saying: "Then half of you, half of me."

The young man just took it over and sat side by side with him and ate the buns together. Seeing him sitting next to him and taking a bite of a steamed bun, he was inexplicably obedient, and Xie Lian always felt as if he had wronged him.

The ox cart was dragging slowly on the ups and downs of the mountain road, the sun gradually set in the west, and the two sat in the car and chatted. The more I talk to thank you, the more I feel that this is really a strange young man. Although he is young, he has a look of contempt between his gestures and words, and he is calm, as if there is nothing he doesn't know, and there is nothing that can stum him, making Xie Lian feel that he knows a lot and is young and mature. And sometimes, he will show the interest of young people. Xie Lian said that he was the master of Bodhisattva, and he said: "Bodhisattva? It sounds like there are many Bodhisattvas that can be eaten. I like it. Who is it for?"

When asked this question, Xie Lian coughed lightly and said, "Prince Xianle. You probably don't know."

The young man smiled slightly, but before he could speak, suddenly, the body of the ox cart shook violently.

The two also swayed a few times, Xie Lian was worried that the boy would fall, and suddenly reached out to grab him. Who knows, just as his hand touched Saburo, the young man seemed to have been burned by a hot object, and slammed his hand away.

Although the expression on his face only changed slightly, Xie Lian was still aware of it, thinking that this young man actually hates him? It was clear that he was having a good time chatting along the way. But this time, I didn't think much about it. He stood up and said, "What's going on?"

The old man who was driving the bullock cart said, "I don't know what's going on! Old Huang, why don't you go, you go!"

At this time, the sun has gone down, the twilight has come, and the ox cart is in the mountains and forests again, and the surroundings are dim. The old yellow ox stopped where he was, and kept his temper stubbornly refusing to leave. It was useless to let the old man push him. Xie Lian saw that the situation was wrong, and was about to jump out of the car when suddenly, the old man pointed to the front and shouted.

I saw in front of the mountain road, many green flames burning faintly in the east and west. A group of people in white held their heads and slowly walked towards this side.

Seeing this, Xie Lian immediately said: "Protect!"

Ruo Xie escaped from his wrist and flew around the ox cart, forming a suspended circle in mid-air, protecting three people and one animal. Xie pity turned back and said, "What day is today?"

Before the old man could answer, the young man answered behind him, "Zhongyuan."

In July and a half, the gate of hell opens. He didn't look at the day when he went out, but today was just in time for the Chinese New Year's Day!

Xie Lian said solemnly: "Don't walk around. It's a bad thing today. If you go astray, you won't be able to come back."

The author has something to say: Huahua is using her face to pretend to be new!