Immortals in "New Edition Liaozhai" Painting

Thunderstorms, strong winds and heavy rains, and the thunder in the air have made this barren mountain flickering, the swaying shadow is like a ghost, and the faint thunder is even more eerie.

"Monster, take a break." With a binge drinking, an iron bar fell from the sky. The monster's body became smaller, and the monk took the monster on the left.

There is an old photo on the ground. When the wind blows, the old picture unfolds. There is a barren hill and a restaurant on the hill. There is a lazy woman in red in the shop. Another bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the painting. The painting seems to have changed, and the woman in red seems to blink.

"Walking on the road, if a woman calls your name behind you and you answer, she will come to your side in the middle of the night, dig your heart and suck your essence, and your blood will gurgle ..."

Wow ... woo hoo. Before the old man's story was finished, the child started to cry.

"Grandpa, don't scare the children." A scholar next to him arranged books with a smile. "Don't be afraid, tiger, this is made up by the old man."

"Oh, ying-ying zhang, don't believe me. What this monster likes best is a weak scholar like you. " The old man glared, blowing his beard and glaring.

The scholar smiled and made no answer. He is a teacher in the village and a scholar to be tested. He is kind-hearted and virtuous, and is deeply respected by the villagers. Everyone affectionately calls him Zhang Sheng. After the old man and the children left, he closed the door, left the academy and hurried home.

Just walked to the door, next door sister-in-law Liu came over and cried like a walnut. "Please, Zhang Yingsheng, persuade your eldest brother to come back ..." Before she finished, she burst into tears. "Sister-in-law, what is this?" Sister-in-law began to sob and told the reason.

It turned out that a beautiful woman opened a hotel in the back hill and opened the door at night. The wine brewed and the dishes cooked are all fine products, which make the men in the village linger. Brother Liu is one of them. Every time the sun goes down, he calls his friends and meets them in the mountains without stepping on anything, no matter how the eldest sister-in-law keeps them. When he was in a hurry, he threatened to get a divorce certificate. Sister-in-law had no choice but to ask a scholar.

Hearing this, Zhang Sheng comforted him and went into the mountain alone.

At sunset, Zhang Sheng climbed the steps along the mountain road and carefully identified the direction. The trees on both sides are green and fragrant, but for what reason, his poet will walk slowly and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Unconsciously, it was getting dark, and Zhang Sheng was panting and sweating, gritting his teeth and walking step by step. Looking up at the sky, dark clouds surge to block the bright moon. At this time, the wind roared in the forest, and there were a few faint crows in the distance, which made Zhang Sheng feel cold in his back. Suddenly, my foot seemed to step on something soft, and I was busy lifting my foot. That thing snapped and ran into the forest like an arrow. Zhang Sheng broke out in a cold sweat, chanting Buddha in his mouth, and quickened his pace.

Soon, there was a misty song in the forest, and the lights went out not far away. A few steps closer, I saw a restaurant where many men were gambling on wine and laughing at each other. Zhang Sheng sighed and looked up. The couplet on the door of the shop reads "Thunderstorm Scared?" ? Romantic and affectionate person ",horizontal batch reads" Stars and moons enter the wine ". When Zhang Sheng came in, there were many acquaintances. They were all drunk and out of their minds. I turned around and didn't find Brother Liu.

At this time, the song sounded again. Accompanied by the sound of pipa, it is noisy and pleasant, just like a jade plate. Zhang Sheng can't help looking for a singer.

Walking out of the hotel, I stepped over a moss step, passed a moonlight bridge, and along the flower path, I saw a greenhouse. At this time, the song quieted down. Zhang Sheng took a position facing the window and saw a woman in red. The woman is soft on the bed, holding a silver needle to mend clothes. The red pillars flushed her cheeks, and the scenery was as beautiful as roses. Wearing red, like a wedding dress. She tied a knot in the rope, gently opened a small mouth, bit the thread, and then gently spit it out.

Zhang Sheng's heart was pounding and he turned around quickly.

"Zhang Sheng."

"alas!"

When Zhang looked back, he saw the woman in red leaning against the door, biting her handkerchief and laughing.

"What are you doing in my shop?" The woman asked with a smile.

Zhang Sheng blushed. "I ... I'm looking for Liu Dage, Liu Niu."

"Is he your big brother?"

"No, no, that's right, it's big brother."

The woman giggled. "Yes or no?"

"Not big brother, but we are brothers, and we are big brothers."

"So, he's not with me."

"But my sister-in-law said he went up the mountain."

The woman covered her mouth and smiled. "Hee hee, you don't have to come to me when you go up the mountain ... oh, no, it's so late. Don't fall into the ravine. "

Zhang Sheng's face changed greatly. He handed it to him and said, "That lady said Xiao Sheng was going to find him." Say that finish and leave.

"I am familiar with the road and help you find it." The woman walked out the door.

Zhang Sheng was very grateful and turned around. I saw that woman holding a green umbrella in her hand.

"My name is Mei Wuniang, please remember." The woman squinted and smiled.

Zhang Ying looked at her and suddenly remembered a poem:

A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.

After a night of searching, I finally found my sleeping brother in the maze-like forest.

Zhang Sheng and Wu Niang are also secretly in love. After a long time, they have plans to be together for a lifetime. Wuniang listened to Zhang Sheng's advice and closed the hotel. Since then, she has been drinking and laughing together in the greenhouse.

One night, Wu Niang was combing her hair at the window, and Zhang Sheng was reading with the light on.

Zhang Ying looked at Wu Niang's eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"Wuniang, do you have a nickname?"

"No, I ranked fifth at home, and I was called Wuniang since I was a child."

"Let me give you a nickname." Looking at a red flower beside Wuniang's temples, Zhang Ying intoned, "I'm too lazy to draw moth eyebrows, so I don't have time to make up and freshen up. Look at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, and the flowers are right for the flowers ... It's better to call Mei Wan to draw in the future ... or remind me to thrush for you. "

Wu Niang chuckled and said softly, "Mei painting is late ... Mei painting is not ..." Her heart sank, but she looked at Zhang bobbing to read poetry and nodded with a smile. "okay. Listen to you. "

The wind was blowing, the candle was trembling, Zhang Sheng stopped her hand, and Wuniang ran to close the window, only to hear the raindrops ticking on the tiles. The two embraced each other and listened to the rain through the window.

Suddenly, Wuniang suddenly stood up, her voice trembling. "Wooden fish!"

"Wuniang, what's the matter?" With the flash of lightning, Zhang Sheng saw Wuniang's face almost pale and asked anxiously, "Are you sick?"

Indeed, the sound of wooden fish!

The thunder was deafening, but the thin voice of wooden fish kept coming. Knock on the door. Knock on the door. Knock on the door. Every time the wooden fish knocks, Wu Niang's heart sinks, as if the wooden fish had hit her heart.

Muyu's voice is getting closer and closer, and a deep voice reads, "Thunderstorm fright night, romantic and emotional. Destined love doomed love. "

Seeing the heavy rain, Zhang Sheng wanted to invite him in for fear that outsiders would get wet. WuNian a hug, "don't open ..." Voice trembling, eyes tears. "Zhang Sheng, I am sincere to you anyway, aren't I?"

"Yes, you and I love each other better than Jin Jian, who knows * * *. You and me husband and wife ... "

"Anitopher! People and ghosts are different ways! " The door was broken by the strong wind, and a monk with a square head and big ears stood at the door. The strong wind rattled his robe.

"Mei Wuniang, negligence indulged you to this day. Don't follow me. "

"What is this?"

"Zhang Ying, na read you don't know the truth, don't pursue your hidden Uber. Mei Wuniang, don't go! "

"No, I didn't do anything wrong, you can't accept me!"

"Demons are demons and should be eliminated."

"The devil? What demon? Wuniang, what are you talking about? " Zhang sheng is at a loss.

"Mei Wuniang, the fairy in the picture. Suck the essence of people and harm people's lives. The sin is extremely evil, Amitabha. "

The monk said with his hands folded.

"Yes, I used to suck sperm, but I didn't kill anyone. Master, please leave me alone. "

Mei Wuniang said, kneeling on her knees.

Zhang Ying was terrified. Mei Wuniang held his hand and cried on her cheek. "I am a wisp of lonely soul in the world. Although I am Uber, I have never hurt anyone. Can you trust me? "

"Stubborn, Amitabha." The monk binge drank.

An iron bar with wind covered Wuniang with a shout. On the verge of death, a body pounced on her.

Zhang Lang! Mei Wuniang let out a cry and held Zhang Sheng in her arms.

The monk closed his eyes.

Zhang Ying held out his hand trembling and stroked the eyebrows of his beloved woman with his fingertips. "I once heard the old man say that there is a beautiful woman calling her name in the back, don't promise." I should have let you know that night. If I do it again, I'm still willing to answer you. I want to go to see flowers with you on a sunny day. So you turned me down because you were afraid of the light. I was angry for a long time. "Zhang smiled, and her mouth was still bleeding." But in the evening, please look at the flowers with me and see the flowers I planted in the garden for you ... That's also good ... "Wu Niang couldn't help coughing up a pool of blood, tears streaming down her face, shaking her head and wiping his blood." Zhang Lang ... "

"You are a good woman, I believe my painting is late ..." Zhang Shengqiang took a deep breath, said a few words, closed his eyes and died.

Wu Niang's hair turned blue, and tears fell on Zhang Sheng's face. Her heart is burning, and her hair turns from black to gray and from gray to white.

"Amitabha, this is Zhang Sheng's robbery."

Wuniang looked up at the monk, who was stunned. Her young face has become wrinkled, just like an old woman.

Her heart is dying. "Master, how can we save Zhang Lang?"

"Zhang Lang is destined for life, and life and death are doomed."

"Master, people are divided into good and evil, and there are good demons. Since all beings are equal, why do we have to catch demons? Zhang Lang and I think alike. I have never hurt him. Why would a transvestite try anything? Why did you come? "

Wuniang knelt on the ground, folded her hands and prayed to heaven: "I am late in painting, and I would rather die. My soul is scattered, in exchange for Zhang Sheng's life." Pray for pity and sympathy. "Say, say the name. She's a demon. Every time she says "Buddha's name", her body is like being stabbed by a sharp knife, and the sweat as big as beans drops to the ground. Her body trembled, as if to spread out, becoming more and more transparent, as if to turn into a wisp of smoke.

"Amitabha! Amitabha! Amitabha! " Wu Niang's thoughts are getting faster and faster, and her past life scenes are floating in her mind. She used to be the precious daughter of a good family. When she was seriously ill for no reason, her mother knelt before the Buddha every day and eagerly thought, "Amitabha, bless my daughter's health!" " Wuniang seems to see her mother in front of her ... Finally, Wuniang's body is almost transparent, but it gradually emits a faint golden light.

"Amitabha! Amitabha! Amitabha! " The monk closed his eyes and read aloud. Was he moved by Wu Niang's help, or did he read Buddha for Wu Niang's stubbornness? His master has always taught him that every demon must be destroyed and unforgivable. Okay, where's the devil?

Thunder and lightning outside the window, the candles in the room have been extinguished, and tears are still dripping.

"Master, you wake up! Great! "

When Zhang woke up, he saw nothing jumping and screaming. "Don't make so much noise," Mrs. Liu hit him on the head and asked anxiously. "Zhang ying, I saw you lying on the top of the mountain yesterday. What's the matter? " Brother Liu sent a bowl of potions. "Yes, I still had a fever for several days, but it scared us to death. How do you feel now? "

"I'm ... my head hurts a little now ... hey ... what's this?" Zhang Sheng picked up a picture scroll at hand, which seemed a little wet.

"Master, when you were asleep, you held it so tightly that you couldn't get it out." Xiao didn't say anything.

The picture unfolds slowly. There is a barren hill and a restaurant on the hill, where a lazy woman sits. Zhang sheng's heart tightened, and his eyes could not move. He only felt deja vu. Hang the picture on the wall slowly.

"Master, is this your painting? Is this barren mountain the back hill? Who is that beautiful sister? From our village? Master, do you know ... "

"Go, go, play outside, make trouble again, master, be careful of your meat!"

Zhang looked down, wanted to think, and then said to himself, "It looks familiar, but I seem to have never met ..."

A drop of water gently drips on Zhang Sheng's face, which is very cold, just like a cold finger gently touching it.

Zhang sheng is absent-minded

The sound of wooden fish is getting closer and closer.

Zhang Sheng's heart is pounding. Looking up, he saw a big monk standing at the door. Holding back the inexplicable uneasiness, he handed it over and said, "Master, why don't you come in for tea?"

"Knock, knock, knock" MuYu three times.

"Amitabha, thank you for your kindness. I'm in a hurry to go to the West Lake in Hangzhou. I'll pick you up if I have a chance to pass by. "

"The West Lake is spring, and the spring water is green. It's really a good place to travel. "

"I didn't want to travel before, but I just wanted to ask the teacher to let a couple go."

Zhang Sheng was confused, but the monk refused to say anything more.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

The sun shines brightly in the sky.

When the wind blows, the flowers are overflowing.

"Master, why did you suddenly cry?"

No, go inside. Master will teach you to read the Book of Songs.