Otherworldly Merchant

The tomb owner had no body, no bones, just a black hair, which surprised me for a moment, I wonder what this tomb really is?

I picked up the little carpenter and threw him over the grave pit, scouring his nose like a frost: "And breathe, people are fine. ”

I nodded, covered the coffin again and buried it with dirt, which brought the little carpenter back to the temple. Soon after dawn, the little carpenter woke up and saw me. He hurried to me and said: "Brother Zhang, I dreamed of that ghost again last night. She took me to a place with flowers...”

Flowers, my ass! If I hadn't saved you in time, you'd be stuffy in a sarcophagus.

I glanced at him and didn't think about him. The primary goal now is to know exactly what the ghost in the tomb is going to do, and to find a way to restrain her. Unfortunately, we don't know anything about it. Will the people in the village know about this history?

Just as we were worried, a dysentery monk appeared at the entrance of the temple, and he saw someone in the temple who was also frightened. He weighed us carefully and asked, "Who are the hosts? How could it be in the temple? ”

"Who are you?" he asked. ”

Without waiting for the dysentery monk to speak, the little carpenter was happy to greet him: "Master, are you back? ”

“Yes!” The dysentery monk obviously knew the little carpenter and nodded: “The temple can't break the incense, otherwise there's no way to suppress the ghost behind it. ”

Me and Frost listened and came to understand. It seems that our previous reasoning was correct, because the ghost in the tomb was so powerful that someone built a temple here to suppress her with Bodhisattva.

No one is in the temple today, the incense is not strong, the ghost dares to come out and hurt people!

Since this dysentery monk is a temple, she must know the history of the ghost. Me and Cold Rushuang didn't ask her to be polite, so I made myself clear. The dysentery monk heard that the little carpenter had been haunted by the female ghost, and his face was pale for a moment: “The female ghost act has definitely intensified again! Hey, if the incense in the temple is still strong, how dare she escape the repression of Bodhisattva? ”

And I was like, “Master, what is this ghost doing here? ”

The dysentery monk sighed: “Speaking of her, she is also a poor person, she is the famous Zhang Lihua! ”

Although I know something about history, I don't know much about this Zhang Lihua, I just know that she seems to have a princess who leans toward China.

Cold as frost explains: “Zhang Lihua is the love of the late Chen Empress of the North and South dynasty. She is a smart and clever person and grows to be the favorite of the late Chen Empress! But in the end he was murdered on charges of inflicting harm on the people of the evil country. ”

The dysentery monk nodded his head: “Yes, it is rumored that Lady Chen loves Zhang Lihua's hair very much. Zhang Lihua therefore attaches great importance to her hair, even in order to maintain her hair, she often immerses herself in virgin blood, countless maidens are killed by her. ”

“After the demise of the Chen Dynasty, even Yang Guang, the Imperial Emperor, was supposedly obsessed with her beauty and wanted to take her as her princess. Zhongshen Gao knowing, worried about the posterior dust of Empress Yang Guangbu Chen, he claimed to kill Zhang Lihua. Gao knows Zhang Lihuazhen loves her hair, so simply order her to hang with her hair! Zhang Lihua was buried here after his death. The resentment persisted. The latter could not help but build a temple here to suppress her!” The dysentery monk said.

So that's it!

When the little carpenter heard that the ghost was Zhang Lihua, he was a little scared first, but when he thought of her beautiful face, he actually wanted it again.

I slapped him and I threw him over: "Son of a bitch, a knife in color, careful not to know how to die! ”

The little carpenter nodded in fright.

Now that I know where the ghost came from, Cold Frost and I started discussing how to deal with her. Is it a fire that burns her grave, or is it a big battle to continue the repression?

I hesitated for half a day and suddenly I asked, "What are the people who cherish their hair most afraid of? ”

“Scissors!” The girl who never spoke suddenly said in the corner.

One word awakened the dreamer, and me and Frostpause came up with the idea. The two of us intend to sneak back and steal some scissors and put a scissors array in front of Zhang Lihua's grave. As long as Zhang Lihua dares to come out, he will see countless brilliant scissors. She cares so much about her hair, she won't dare to come out and seduce men to marry her.

Dry, though it's not dark yet, but me and Frost rushed off. When we arrived in the village of Fu Xi, we found a bunch of people gathering in front of Fu Jia's gate, unusually lively. Me and Cold Frost sneaked up to the neighborhood and actually saw a couple of outsiders tied up with a woman.

The woman was tied up with five flowers, with a rag in her mouth and a desperate look on her face. At first glance, she was trafficked.

Old pay two mouths up and down measured the woman's eyes a few times, some dissatisfied: “How can you have a son if you are so thin? ”

“Thin is a little thin, but having a baby is fine," said the outsider. Old people say that after flowering first, even if the first child is the daughter, the second child will continue to be born. Your son is a fool, and that piece is not no good! ”

People in the village laughed haha.

Old Pay nodded: “That's right! ”

I'm pissed off. How dare a woman be here to have a baby?

I was about to rush out and grab me as cold as a frost: "Don't worry, they are too crowded, Dada is not here, be careful what you lose. ”

I nodded and took control.

The woman was sold for 30,000 yuan, paid two pennies, and the trafficker sent the person to the old hand, turning around and ready to leave. Then a skinny old man rushed over and asked, "What did you say about my son? ”

“Oh, looking for someone to marry, huh? We've got it!” The trafficker thief frowns with his eyes.

Turns out he's not only selling the living, he's selling the dead.

Once the old man listened, he was happy to lead the traffickers to his house and wanted to sit down and discuss the underage marriage.

Looks like the old man is paying for the old horse in his mouth. His son was killed by Zhang Lihua, so he wanted to tell his son about the wedding.

The cold frost gave me a look: "Go, follow the past. ”

We both lay low and snuck up.

The old horse led the trafficker home, and the trafficker looked at his shitty house and said somewhat reluctantly: “Is there any money left to marry your son? It's a dead man, but it's a charge. ”

The old horse said, "Don't worry, I'm just a loser. Tell my son about the family affair. Otherwise, how pathetic is he to be alone in the shadows? ”

"Well, well, well, well, well! I'm telling you, you found a great deal of cheap money this time. The last time we found a girl in Shaanxi, she was a big yellow flower girl, who wanted to buy it at a good price. Who knew her life was short and just right for your son. ”

After listening, the old horse bowed in gratitude: "Thank you! Thank you!”

This man is foolish and hopeless.

Can you believe a trafficker?