Strange Tales of the Ghosts

Xiaoying now knew that the situation was serious, but she was fearless on the other side. She was not afraid yet, so she looked at the woman blocking the road with her hands on her waist. "Do you want to fight?"

"I didn't mean that, I just don't want you to be in danger." The woman frowned, but she still didn't finish her words.

"Yes, it would be really dangerous if there is no water to drink on such a hot day." The little parrot was thinking about food. He looked at the uneaten fruits on the table and said with a smile: "I'm not as good as you." After all, give me these 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 from here, you must pass through the Blood Rain Desert, which is very dangerous..."

"Blood rain desert? Well, this sounds a bit scary." Xiaoying nodded, suddenly thinking of something. "So you've never been out?"

"I went out, but it was before the Blood Rain Demon King ruled there." The woman answered sadly, her eyes covered with the wind and sand of memories. After a person has been lonely for too long, he always wants to find someone to talk to, so the woman brought up the story of a long time ago I told the little parrot about my past. "This place is called Mingsha Mountain, located in Dunhuang. It is famous for the Silk Road trade and is a must-pass section of the Silk Road. It was prosperous a long time ago when I was not around..."

"Wait a minute." Xiaoying suddenly shouted, blinking and asked, "I've bothered you for so long, but I still don't know your name?"

"Flying blood."

"Xue Feitian? So you are related to the Blood Rain Demon King?!" Xiao Ying took a step back, her heart skipping a beat.

Xue Feitian saw that the little parrot was scared, so he quickly explained softly: "Don't be afraid, listen to me first." This means one day and one night, and things must start from the day Xue Feitian becomes alive. As Xiaoying expected, Xue Feitian is not a human being. Her existence was originally just a mural created by craftsmen. Because of its lifelike nature, it was loved by many literati. Gradually, many elegant businessmen were willing to hang out in this cave. middle.

One day, a literati came to the cave drunkenly with a pot of wine, touched the portrait on the wall, and with a bit of drunkenness, he laughed and recited a poem: "The skirt is lightly untied and goes with the wind, and the beauty is chasing the moon." When I came into my arms, I was tired of the complicated things in the world and went straight to Jiuxiao to become an immortal."

"Good poetry, good poetry."

A voice echoed, and the scholar turned around to see a plasterer carrying a bucket and a brush, so he felt a little disdainful. "You, a plasterer, also understand poetry?"

"I only know a few things." The plasterer, dressed in coarse linen and with a face covered in dust, smiled.

The scholar flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "Then what kind of Bodhisattva do you think the immortal in this painting is?"

"Hmm..." The plasterer looked up at the mural, thought for a long time, and replied, "It's not a Bodhisattva or an immortal."

"Hmph, I say you are ignorant, but you don't believe me. How can you, a little plasterer, understand the magic in his paintings." The scholar picked up the pot and drank the wine, and accidentally shook his body.

The mason stepped forward to help him and advised him, "Young master is already drunk. Although the wine is good, it is better to drink less."

"Haha, you are not drunk when you are drunk, and you are not awake when you are awake. You don't understand." The scholar blushed, laughed, and then staggered out.

The plasterer shook his head, carried the bucket to the painting wall, and began to carefully repair the missing areas on the painting wall. After finishing it, he stared at the painting wall longingly before leaving.

The next day, the scholar came again, carrying a jug of wine in his hand. As soon as he entered the cave and saw the plasterer there, he laughed: "Don't you also miss this fairy in the painting and don't want to leave?"

"Young master, you're kidding me. I was ordered by my master to take good care of this mural." The plasterer replied politely.

The scholar nodded, feeling that drinking alone was not interesting, so he invited the mason to share the wine. The two of them chatted and got to know each other a little. The scholar's surname was Zhao and his given name was Jingming. The powerful man was replaced, so he became dissatisfied and went away to other places. He was almost thirty years old and had not yet married a wife. And this plasterer was only in his early twenties. He was born and raised here. He was an orphan and was brought up by his master, who was the one who painted this mural.

After hearing this, Zhao Jingming exclaimed: "Who is your master, who can actually draw such bodhisattvas and fairies?"

"To tell you the truth, my master is just a craftsman. When he was ordered to paint this painting, he didn't think much about it. The master once said that what he thinks and desires in his heart is the complete beauty, so he considered him the most beautiful. Someone painted it." The plasterer answered honestly.

Zhao Jingming had been drinking but was still drunk. Hearing the plasterer's words, he couldn't help but wonder: "Is there really such a beauty as an immortal in the world?"

"No, there is one more thing. I must tell the young master that the person in this painting is neither an immortal nor a beauty."

"how you said that?"

"The character in this painting is named Feitian. He is neither male nor female, which means that Buddha is born without distinction." The plasterer reminded the scholar Zhao Jingming kindly when he saw how obsessed he was.

After Zhao Jingming heard this, he turned to look at the fairy who was almost floating in the mural. Her figure made it difficult for him to believe that the person in the painting was not a beauty, but a 'monster' that was neither male nor female, so he shook his head: "I don't believe it. It must be you who tricked me."

"Hey, if Mr. Zhao doesn't believe it, there's nothing I can do 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. The afterglow cast into the oil cave and shone on the stone wall. I don’t know if Zhao Jingming drank too much or was hallucinating. The characters in the painting jumped up. Dancing, swaying, turning around, every look flew towards Zhao Jingming, making him mesmerized.

The next day, someone found Zhao Jingming dead in the cave. His whole body was dry and without any blood. discovered

Not long after he was reported to the police, 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 home. As soon as he entered the door, the master who had been paralyzed in bed passed away. The plasterer held the master's body and cried sadly for a long time. Then he found the master's clean clothes. He was about to put it on for his master. Just as he was lifting his master from the bed, a letter that was pressed by a pillow fell out. When he picked up the letter and looked at it, he saw that the plasterer's name was written on the envelope, and it was written "My disciple Zicheng". The plasterer knew that this must be a letter from his master, so he opened it and read 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 and corpse mutilation case more than 20 years ago. At that time, this Silk Road was prosperous, not only Businessmen from the same race as well as foreigners from other countries stayed here, including men and women of all colors. However, among them, a foreign dancer named "Ley" is the most popular.