The reputation of the violinist has also spread in the demon world. The monsters became bold and even followed him into the palace to listen to him play music to the emperors and generals. The violinist didn't care at first, but the problem was soon exposed - the evil atmosphere in the palace was getting stronger and stronger. Originally, the location of the capital was chosen by Onmyoji, and there were many objects to scare monsters and monsters. However, due to the age and disrepair of many artifacts and the erosion of feng shui, the spiritual power gradually weakened. Furthermore, there are so many monsters that can't stand the comings and goings, and the palace is much cooler than outside. The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were all men with strong yang energy, which was fine. It was just that some palace ladies were always sick, and no one cared about it. But one day, the queen fell ill, which caused an uproar.
If the emperor's favorite person is sick, then a thorough investigation will naturally be conducted. Everyone from doctors to Mr. Yin and Yang were invited. The queen's body is weak and she doesn't like to get sick. If she gets sick, she will become seriously ill. But the doctors couldn't find anything wrong. The reason was that a respected onmyoji told the emperor that the evil spirit inside and outside the palace was too strong, and unclean things were always coming and going here.
As the saying goes, a beauty becomes a beauty in anger, and the emperor ordered that all the monsters in the entire capital be killed - all of them. Even if it is a hundred miles outside the city wall, no one must be spared. Whether you are a family of Onmyoji or a farmer, whether you are hunting a notorious monster or a petty rat spirit, as long as you can prove it to the higher-ups that you killed it, you can receive rewards based on your merits.
People suddenly went crazy.
Some monsters are simple, some are cunning, some are kind, and some are vicious. But people are different. The same person can greet you with a smile at one moment and draw a sword at the next moment. Everyone is hypocritical, everyone loves money, and everyone pursues excessive things for survival or greed. When this seemingly weak group unites its interests, monsters and monsters are no longer scary.
Even escaping to the wilderness is of no use. Human beings can always chase them to the ends of the earth. The monsters in other cities also suffered disaster, with nowhere to hide or escape. Finally, the surviving monsters swarmed to the back of the violinist's courtyard and begged.
No matter how famous a violinist is, artists are still not allowed to interfere in politics. The emperor's decree cannot be questioned and cannot be resisted, and the violinist has no choice. But while he couldn't stop others from hunting them, he had other options.
He hid them.
All this is just as rumored.
The enchantment of the sound of the piano enveloped the entire courtyard, gradually spreading from the small back hill to the streets in front of the courtyard and the dense forest behind the hill. People can no longer find any monsters, nor can they get reward money. But the sound of the piano cannot stop for a breath, otherwise the frightening and frightening evil spirit will betray their hiding place in an instant.
The violinist has not stopped playing all day and night. The thin calluses on his hands were worn out, and his face was as pale as the light snow. His lips were chapped, and a monster fetched water for him and urged him to drink, but he remained motionless like a sculpture, as if he had merged with the ground. Only his hands were still moving, and he did not dare to relax for a moment. .
The sound of the piano came continuously from the piano master's house. People were surprised and gathered at the door of his house, but the door was locked tightly. Even his two servants could not open the door. The girl also stood outside the courtyard wall with the crowd, worried. Only she knew what all this was about, and she was deeply concerned about the safety of the violinist and the monster.
Until the palace summoned him, the sound of the piano did not stop and the piano player did not appear.
The monster is still alive. He was always by the violinist's side. They spoke to him, but he did not answer. All the monsters knew that the violinist was blaming himself. But aren't they the ones who broke the rules and invaded human territory? No matter what, the fault should not fall on the head of the violinist. But disobeying the imperial edict is definitely a matter of losing your head.
No matter how much people shouted outside, the violinist did not leave.
The monsters in the mansion unite together and use their monster power to strengthen the protection of the courtyard. No matter how hard the soldiers beat the door, climbed up the wall, and dug tunnels, they could not sneak into the violinist's courtyard.
But after all, this is not a long-term solution.
The violinist has not stopped playing for three days and three nights. His face was pale, and the blood from his fingertips soaked into the strings, dyeing them red and dripping onto the surface with every tremor. The thick frost and snow of the twelfth lunar month covered his body, but the piano was clean. A monster cooked something and put it clumsily to his mouth with chopsticks. He just shook his head and didn't dare to relax for a moment.
One of the strings suddenly broke, and a strange tone came out. But the sound was fleeting and few people noticed it. For the keys that couldn't be played, he filled in the tones on other strings and slightly modified the score. No one felt strange, and they were still immersed in the melodious and ethereal melody.
People suspected that it was not the luthier who was playing, but a monster. No one can play the piano for three days in a row without stopping. There were different opinions at that time. But there is no evil spirit coming out of this house, and even the best onmyoji in the palace cannot detect the slightest flaw.
Wave after wave of onlookers came outside the courtyard wall, and the soldiers on duty changed again and again. The girl still comes every day. His family, who had heard the rumors, tried to persuade her every day not to let her go out and take that risk. Of course she wouldn't listen. Although nothing major has happened yet, the girl's parents still send people to follow her every day. Although she was uncomfortable, even if she came alone, she would not be able to enter the luthier's yard. She knew that all the monsters passed by the back mountain, but she didn't dare. Firstly, the soldiers must have tried it, and secondly, the servants accompanying him will definitely tell his parents and they will never let him out again.
Is that monster really inside? Does he miss himself? Will he and the luthier be safe?
She didn't even know his name.
The violinist has not stopped playing for seven days and seven nights. His white hands no longer existed, replaced by two vague blood clots. The sharp strings peeled off his fingers bit by bit, the skin and flesh were torn, and the tendons and veins were severed. The blood fell on the snow like dots of red plums. The monsters knelt beside him, weeping, whining, and praying. The violinist remained calm and did not dare to relax for a moment.
There were only three strings left, and the luthier stared silently at his fingers with his blind eyes. Another string broke, and the monsters' heartstrings seemed to break as well. They were too scared, afraid that people from outside would attack, and even more afraid that the piano player would suddenly collapse and not be able to sleep.
People said that the piano player must be dead and that the person playing the piano was undoubtedly a monster. But more people say that it is the soul of the violinist. The imperial court sent many people who were proficient in Yin and Yang Dao to requiem the soul, attracting many dead. The dead knew about the violinist and deliberately took advantage of the night to do evil and scare the living. The girl was locked up at home by her parents and was not allowed to go out again. She wanted to go in so much, she wanted to cook for the violinist and the person she loved the most. She also wants to learn to play the piano, find a way to take over the piano master's job, and find a way to attract the missing lover. She couldn't do it. Any faint sound of the piano would be swallowed up by the music of the violinist.
Ethereal and melodious.
The violinist has not stopped playing for nine days and nine nights. Where the hand should have been, there was no blood or flesh, and the white bones danced and jumped on the string, as light as a dragonfly touching water. The dried flesh and blood frozen by the ice and snow stuck firmly to the surface of the piano, soaking into the golden nan wood board. The monsters also lay in the snow, quietly accompanying him, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.
Only the last string was left. No one knew how he used such hands and such a piano to play the incomparable natural sound.
Occasionally, the monster would be glad that the girl was a human being and would not be in the same panic as they were at the moment. Apart from that, he probably didn't have much affection for the girl anymore, and that didn't matter anymore. Even though everyone knows that the future no longer exists for them.
With the monster at the head, all the listeners knelt down beside him as they would before a statue of a god.
The violinist is a god.
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.
The last string broke.
God died at dawn on the tenth day.
The moment the barrier disappeared, darkness swept across the courtyard that had lost its protection. The sudden silence in the mansion was terrifying, and the unspeakable emptiness and loneliness occupied everyone's hearts. Before more doubts struck, a strong demonic energy spurted out, and ghosts and monsters walked through the night like a hundred ghosts. Their faces were ferocious, and they were as powerful as broken bamboos, like fireworks bursting out in the silent night, scattering to distant places.
People did not dare to approach the mansion that was destroyed by the evil spirit. Only the girl took advantage of the chaos to escape from the mansion and rushed to the back mountain like crazy.
Not a single monster, not a harp, nor the remains of the harpist. There were only specks of blood on the snow.
The violinist was taken away by the monsters, but the monsters disappeared.
As if she had lost her soul, she was dragged home in a daze. Even when she was scolded by her parents and slapped on the hand, she didn't react at all. The family members said she was possessed by a demon and wanted to have someone look at her. But only she knows that there is no cure for lovesickness.
Many years passed after that.
Under the arrangement of her parents, the girl is getting married.
It was also a cold winter month. The night before, she came to the place where the violinist once lived. That house had been abandoned for many years, and no one dared to use it, so it just sat there. Taking advantage of the darkness, the girl quietly walked through the dilapidated house. As if hallucinating, she heard an unforgettable melody coming from the back mountain.
She saw that the luthier was really there.
But the violinist's sleeves were very long and his hands were not exposed. There were no strings on the piano, he was just carrying a piece of wood, strangely like carrying a coffin board. She suspected that she was dreaming and rubbed her eyes.
Although the violinist couldn't see it, he knew it was her.
"He is gone." The violinist said quietly, and she could hear a little regret. "He took my life and is no longer here."
"What?" The girl took two steps forward, "You are really... But, then, then he..."
She was speechless. She didn't find it strange at all that the monster made such a choice.
She was just full of regrets.
On the day when the barrier was broken a few years ago, the monsters took the harp master's harp and corpse and fled far, far away. His story was spread from one person to another, and it was almost universally known in the demon world. There are monsters who know some so-called reanimation techniques to bring the dead back to life, but of course they are crooked ways. But the power of belief is powerful, powerful enough to maintain the existence of gods and even create ghosts and gods.
All the monsters are praying for him, praying for his soul to return to his body. Tens of thousands of wishes were conveyed to the remains of the violinist through magic and formations, allowing him to open his eyes. But he still couldn't see, couldn't even hear, and couldn't move.
So the monster sacrificed himself.
Repaying a favor, like taking revenge, cannot be stopped by anyone.
The violinist couldn't bear it.
"His soul was reincarnated in the south. But it's not him anymore, so..."
The girl suddenly turned around, took steps, and left here without looking back.
The girl has never traveled far, has never seen the world, and was defrauded of her money. Due to her weak body, she fell under a smiling tree on the way, her soul intertwined with the aura of the flower. The girl became a flower demon, but could no longer leave the place where she was. She had no choice but to wait, wait for that person's birth, old age, illness, death, reincarnation, and wait for him life after life until he came to her.
She never knew what the monster was, what its name was, or where it came from.
In this life, he was reincarnated as a human being.
His surname is Lin and his given name is Shanhai.
Recommended: The Witch Doctor Awakens to read on your mobile phone.
