Opening the heavy "door curtain", He Wumei stepped into the belly of the Ghost King.
Buddha's light can block poisonous gases, but it cannot block odors. The stench of undigested food, organs, and dirty blood hit her face, and He Wumei was in a daze.
She has always been timid, and she had to hold the cat to strengthen her courage even when walking at night. Of course, I don’t dare to tease ghosts and gods based on just a few clues and speculations.
That was six years ago. A child was sent to the Yamen. The mother kept the door secret and De Hualiu died of illness. The father was probably a sailor, but no one came forward to acknowledge it. The child is eleven or twelve years old. He is tall and thin, like a reed by the river. It falls when the wind blows. His belly is always empty. To make matters worse, he also has some brain problems.
That year, the business of the Salesian Home was particularly difficult, and the neighbors advised He Wumei to refuse. But she still had the old habit of being soft-hearted, thinking that at worst she could do more work, eat less, and make the child a year or two older and grow into half an adult, then she would be able to help a lot.
But within two months, He Wumei, who had been busy all day and was exhausted, was secretly informed by the little baby in the courtyard.
The boy was seriously ill. He could only poop blood and was about to die.
Only after asking carefully did I know.
The boy initially only had a stomachache, but he was afraid of being scolded by adults, so he not only hid it himself, but also threatened to beat other children who dared to tell the truth. But when his condition deteriorated rapidly, he lay in the room babbling and couldn't get up, and lost the ability to beat people, the kids "played it by ear" and called in adults. By this time, he had already developed a high fever and was talking nonsense. He lifted the thin quilt and saw that his concave ribs were supporting his huge bulging belly, and his veins were bulging like a big watermelon.
He Wumei initially thought she was infected with "water poison" and used the prescription, but the child's condition not only did not improve, she even stopped talking nonsense.
Doctor Lu then suggested that the dead horse should be used as a live horse doctor and try to open the stomach. It was found that the child's abdomen was full of pus, blood and feces, and there was a hole in his intestines, with an iron nail found inside.
There are many poor people in Fuguifang, and there are also many drunkards. They can't afford food to drink, so they drink from iron nails. The child was so hungry that he thought the stuff was really edible... The child's appearance before death was very similar to the ghost king's big belly.
only.
The ghost king is a ghost and god, so he is alive; the child is a mortal, so he is dead.
The endings are different, but the truth is always the same.
Just remove the sharp object and sew up the intestinal tear...
He Wumei cheered up, picked out the most conspicuous flaw, and leaned over to take a closer look.
The edges of the ulcer were fragmented and eroded. It didn't look like it had been punctured or scratched by a sharp weapon, but rather like it had been torn apart by something repeatedly.
After clearing away the erosion on the edge of the ulcer, He Wumei discovered a large group of black, slender, water-weed-like things in the yellow-green intestinal fluid floating with bloodshot eyes.
She fiddled carefully with the tip of the knife.
The thing slowly turned over in the intestinal juice, sank slightly, and then a half-rotten human face emerged.
The face opened its eyes.
Her turbid white eyes stared fixedly at He Wumei's.
Perhaps due to her habitual concentration and calmness when practicing medicine, He Wumei forgot her fear for a short time.
She looked carefully.
Its skin is gray and white, showing an eroded texture. The skin and flesh in many places are rotten, exposing the bones, and there is nothing below the neck.
Just a head?
Did it bite the ghost king's intestines?
He Wumei continued to check.
The head seemed to have smelled the scent of a living person on her body, and it suddenly became ferocious, opening its mouth and biting fiercely.
Fortunately, before He Wumei could reach out, her head only bit the tip of the knife.
Squeak~ The sound is harsh.
Fight to death!
He Wumei finally woke up. She backed away in panic, tripped over her intestines, lost her footing and fell out of her abdominal cavity, falling to the ground.
It was only then that she screamed in surprise.
"Head! Head!"
same time.
Countless ferocious human faces protruded from the outer wall of the intestines.
It’s like—no! It's not like that.
There are countless innocent souls hidden in the intestines of the Ghost King. They were awakened by He Wumei's exclamation. They struggled and roared desperately to break out of the intestines, but were blocked by the thin intestinal casings and were firmly locked in the intestines.
The intestines were stimulated by it and began to peristalize violently, so that it arched out of the abdominal cavity, like a tangled python twisting wantonly in the air.
…………
"snort."
The ghost king was displeased.
"It's so noisy."
He grabbed the flying intestines, gathered them into a ball, and pressed them back into his abdomen.
His belly was so fat that he couldn't see what was inside. He groped for a long time with his hands and intestines, and finally grasped the overseas treasured sword.
A "boo" sound.
The knife and head were pulled out!
Then take the head off the tip of the knife and hold it up for a closer look.
As soon as the man saw the Ghost King, he suddenly became furious. His eyebrows were raised and his eyebrows were raised. Two lines of blood and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. His mouth was wide open and he seemed to be cursing. Unfortunately, his tongue had long been rotten and he could only utter some "wuwu" shrill and angry words. howl.
If a mortal were to see this face and hear this sound, they would be scared to death on the spot.
But for the Ghost King, it is not as good as the breeze blowing on his face.
He even came closer to take a closer look.
After a long time, it suddenly dawned on me.
"Eh?! Isn't this Xu Yuanzi?"
Xu Yuanzi? This name is really unfamiliar.
When the dinner was filled with confusion, the old wizard spoke slowly and calmly: "But the evil way that offended the Dharma King a hundred years ago?"
After he mentioned this, the ghosts and gods on the stage first thought:
"It turns out that this old bastard has only one head left. For a while, he didn't even think about it!"
"All my disciples are dead, but I am still alive, so I am not ashamed."
"Ha, ha, isn't it better to let the Taoist live like this than to let him die?"
There were many words.
This person, no, this head is still alive? !
Lived in the belly of the Ghost King for a hundred years? Has it survived the corrosion of gastric and intestinal juices to this day?
The guests at the banquet were all miserable, and some who were familiar with Qian Tang's story had already remembered who "Xu Yuanzi" was.
More than a hundred years ago, there was a small Taoist sect that fled to the south of the Yangtze River. They belonged to the Lingbao branch, and their leader was Xu Yuanzi.
After they entered the Qian Tang Dynasty, they used talismans to cure diseases and inquire about evil spirits and exorcise ghosts among the poor. After becoming famous, he tried to build a temple and religion, but was blocked by the temple in the city.
It is said that the sixty-four furniture in the city were built by eminent monks and trainers who followed the Heavenly Master to suppress evil dragons and save the common people. Therefore, they received money from hundreds of thousands of families in Tang Dynasty to support them and receive incense. Why do you, an unknown person who just arrived, have the merit to join the sixty-four temples?
Xu Yuanzi was a proud man, so he swore an oath to eradicate evil from all living beings in Qiantang.
He is very capable and ambitious, so he first targets the Ghost King.
Also on the birthday of the Ghost King in a certain year, in the middle of the night filled with yellow mist, he led his disciples into the Cave City.
Later...then it was just like what I saw before me.
"Old friend, how charming you were when we first met, I really miss you all the time." The Ghost King sighed at the roaring head, "If I let you go, I will be reluctant to let you go. I will swallow you back. But it will inevitably bite my intestines again."
The Ghost King looked troubled, as if he was really in a dilemma. A messenger next to him immediately suggested: "How about chewing some?"
The Ghost King's eyes lit up.
"Great kindness!"
He picked up the head and brought it to his mouth, nibbling it carefully.
For a moment, rotten blood dripped down and pus splashed.
The "crunching" sound of chewing was accompanied by the Ghost King's muttering to himself.
While eating, the howling of the head turned into bursts of screams, echoing in the hall.
When it enters the ears of ghosts and gods, it is like a beautiful piece of music, which makes one feel mesmerized and makes one want to shake his head. But when it enters the ears of a living person, it is full of horror and joy, and makes one look bleak and terrified.
The rabbit dies and the fox grieves, and things harm its kind. Even Luo Zhenguang, the Ghost King's best friend during the dinner, looked unnatural.
This is the head start.
A corner forgotten by everyone.
"Huh?" The Ghost King threw the head into his mouth and asked curiously: "Who is calling?"
The guests gathered in that corner were all the guests who had not yet given gifts and were seated at the table. They were already worried about being angered by ghosts and gods, but now they scattered in all directions like frightened birds.
A man was left with his legs trembling and standing there gritting his teeth. He didn't know if his legs were weak, but he fell to the ground with a "pop".
His voice was sharp with fear.
"This little guy is shocked by the Dharma King's power and can't help himself."
He buried his head very low and raised his butt very high.
"In ancient times, Guan Gong was able to scrape bones to cure poison and drink alcohol freely. Today, there is a Dharma King who disembowels his enemy and eats his enemy's head! Isn't it better to see the bones than to see the intestines? From this, we can see that Dharma King's power is far superior to that of Guan Gong!"
Fan Liang's eyes widened when he heard this from a distance, and his heart was full of annoyance. The Ghost King was clearly in a better mood just now. It was a great opportunity to flatter him and get out of this dangerous and embarrassing situation, but he was actually a step too late!
really.
"Smart words really sound nice." The Ghost King laughed so hard that his intestines trembled.
The man immediately hit the snake with a stick.
"The King of Dharma has a keen eye! I don't have any other merits in this villain, except for my intelligence and energy. If you don't give up, I am willing to serve as a slave and clean the heads of my enemies for the King of Dharma."
The Ghost King was still laughing after hearing this and asked the judge who was standing by.
"Who is this?"
The man couldn't help but look happy, and Fan Liang also muttered about how to attach his tail. He can wash dead people's heads, and he can also carry a basin himself.
"No gift was given, not a guest."
What?
Fan Liang looked up in shock and saw the cold face of the judge's messenger.
Then a long scream was heard, and the man flew up from the ground, waving his hands and feet in panic in the air, and fell straight onto the banquet, where he was grabbed by the ghost king.
"You are not a guest, how dare you speak nonsense?"
The Ghost King's face slowly approached the man. He was still smiling, and there were still black and purple rotten blood and pus-yellow brain matter on his grinned teeth.
"Cleaning? Are you saying that there is dirt in my Dharmakaya?!"
The ghost king was so powerful that he squeezed the man's bones so hard that they rattled.
He was in terrible pain and even more afraid to death.
He begged at the top of his lungs: "The villain is wronged, Dharma King, I never meant this! How dare you...ah! I have prepared birthday gifts, heavy gifts, and I am also a guest! Dharma King, please spare your life! Spare your life! Save..."
The screams were sudden, and the head and neck were broken with a "click".
The remaining frightened head rolled a few times between the Ghost King's teeth, then was chewed to pieces and swallowed, leaving a headless corpse with blood gushing out.
Subsequently.
The Ghost King lay half-ly on the couch comfortably, pulled out the intestines, dug out the ulcer, and put the severed neck of the corpse close to it. The human heads that had been turbulent in the intestines suddenly swarmed towards the breach like koi fish being fed, grabbing human blood and even biting each other.
The ghost king's laughter rumbled and echoed in the palace.
Until the Ghost King's abdominal cavity was almost flooded with blood, and his intestines were half soaked in blood.
The headless corpse was squeezed repeatedly, but no more blood flowed out.
The Ghost King clicked his tongue and threw the body away.
His eyes turned to He Wumei.
"Why do you give up, ma'am? Please quickly heal me."
He Wumei said nothing and did not move. It was not that she was braver, but that she was completely frightened. Her soul flew to the sky, and only her tears took their own course, jumping out and washing away her makeup.
Good thing.
"Amitabha", the dust-free Buddha chant rang in my ears.
He Wumei finally regained her sense, but she couldn't answer the Ghost King because all her words were replaced by trembling teeth and short breaths.
She wiped away her tears and stepped into the "blood pool" without hesitation, her face pale.
…………
Even with the Buddha's light protecting her body, when the ghost king took out the human head from his intestines, the bite of the human head still caused He Wumei unbearable pain.
But instead of flinching, she took the initiative to reach out her hand as a bait and hook the head hidden in the intestines, just to complete the operation as soon as possible.
Time passes by.
The heads beside the couch have formed a small mountain.
They are all like Xu Yuanzi, still alive.
Wailing, roaring, glaring, biting, using all means to vent his pain and anger.
Unfortunately, it's all in vain.
The Ghost King picked them here and there, laughing and cursing or lamenting about their identities and origins.
This is a mage from Shu.
That one is a barbarian priest from overseas.
This is a hero from the Central Plains.
That's a Japanese samurai.
Then he threw them into his mouth one by one like jelly beans.
Chew it with gusto.
It added a lot of new troubles to He Wumei's work.
She didn't dare to get angry, let alone speak out, so she had to endure it silently.
Not long after.
As the intestines gradually emptied, He Wumei groped for another human head. Different from the other heads, it was more complete, with half a shoulder attached and some beautiful feathers.
Although the familiar face showed pain, there was no ferociousness that wanted to devour others.
"Xiaoqi?!"
He Wumei almost shouted in surprise.
But her temporary abnormality was still captured by the Ghost King, who lowered his gaze with a half-smile.
"This little thief just fell into my heart today. He is very cunning. If he hadn't broken into my palace, I really wouldn't have been able to catch him."
He Wumei quietly buried him at the bottom of Rentou Mountain.
…………
Foreign objects are cleaned up.
But I encountered a new problem when sewing.
The blood and intestinal fluid of the Ghost King are highly corrosive. Even if the overseas treasured sword was inserted into the intestines for a few rounds, the blade would become pitted and broken as soon as it was broken.
Ordinary silk thread is even more difficult to use.
"How about using Yunhuan yarn?"
Li Changan suggested.
Others thought that Yunhuan yarn was a rare treasure, but Li Changan didn't know that it was actually made of mountain spider silk. It's a bit magical to be able to draw it on a yellow-shell book.
Sure enough, spider silk can resist ghost poison.
Not long after.
The "thin" ghost king caressed the fine stitches on his belly.
"The ghost doctor lady is really amazing. Everyone knows that kindness must be repaid, but I don't know what does the lady want?"
Wuniang bowed Yingying.
"Daughters of the common people, I have nothing to ask for. I only hope that His Holiness can forgive us for our offense tonight."
The Ghost King chuckled: "Is it possible that there is some misunderstanding, Madam? I hit it off with Taoist Master Li. Although we have only known each other for a short time, we have treated each other as old friends, so why should we offend?"
He stood up and pressed down his huge body.
"Madam, why don't you ask for it elsewhere?"
He Wumei gritted her teeth and remained silent.
The Ghost King was also staring at her, his eyes becoming crooked as he smiled, leaving only two slits of light hanging coldly above them.
"Don't worry, everyone."
But Wuchen spoke again.
"Everyone knows that His Holiness will repay his kindness, and he always keeps his word. If His Holiness says there is no offense, then there is no offense, and if he says he will not pursue it, then he will definitely not pursue it."
He was smiling and extremely cheerful.
"May I ask Dharma King, is what the poor monk said right?"
The ghost king's smile condensed on his face, and he stared at Wuchen for a long time before finally thawing.
He replied heavily: "That's right!"
Then he lay back on the couch, laughed loudly, and shouted into the palace: "Everything is over tonight! Children, do you hear it clearly?"
As soon as these words came out.
There were gasps and sighs behind the Taoist priest. Everyone knew what was going on. They silently thanked He Wumei and felt relieved.
Suddenly a beautiful woman appeared among the musicians and bowed delicately to the stage:
"I will obey the king's decree."
This beauty has a beautiful appearance and a charming posture, which makes her stand out even among the ghost concubines. However, when she emerges from the crowd, everyone realizes that no one recognizes her.
The beauty smiled charmingly at Li Changan, then flew up to the altar, and became one with a ghost and god on the stage.
Immediately afterwards.
The winged messenger next to him sighed softly: "The King of Dharma has an order, how dare I disobey him?"
After saying this, some of the musicians in the audience exclaimed. Originally, someone used cinnabar to make tear makeup, but now the cinnabar has turned into blood. Looking at each other, their faces are full of blood and tears.
Another messenger responded in a muffled voice on the stage.
"got it."
Several ghost girls immediately discovered that their shadows had come to life and waddled away, causing them to exclaim for a while, followed by panic.
They huddled together in panic, and their shadows had already rushed into the corner and disappeared.
Accompanied by the messenger, he responded one by one.
The crowd around the Taoist priest showed various strange images.
Or the birds embroidered on the clothes turn into entities and fly into the skirts of ghosts and gods.
Or a centipede quietly crawls out of the mouth and nose.
Or say a tearful farewell to yourself while talking to yourself.
…
The dead and the living were all in confusion.
Li Changan was surprised. He had already thought that the other party had hidden tricks, but he didn't expect that there were so many tricks.
But he didn't act rashly, he just said goodbye again.
The Ghost King did not stop him.
…………
When everyone escapes from the netherworld and returns to the human world.
It's past midnight.
The yellow mist has dispersed, and the white mist is gradually growing.
The moon hangs high, floating between clouds and fog, spreading clear brilliance.
The night wind is like a knife, the knife cuts into the seam of the bones, sore, painful and cold!
Li Changan felt very uncomfortable, but other people and ghosts seemed to get some wonderful feelings from it, crying and laughing endlessly. I don’t know what strange stories people around me will make up tomorrow after hearing this.
Wuchen came to say goodbye.
Taoist priest, Huang Wei and He Wumei were left scratching their heads in front of the crying Gui Ji.
"Let's go back first?" He Wumei had been frightened all day, and now her mind was blank.
"No."
Li Changan pointed at Xiao Qi's head in He Wumei's arms - his face was distorted with pain, but he was still alive.
After all, He Wumei couldn't bear to leave him, so at the last moment, she had the courage to ask for him.
"Go to Feilaishan first."
…………
Climb Feilai Mountain.
There was no need to mention the commotion.
Li Changan entrusted the ghost concubines to Wan Nianjun, and left He Wumei and Huang Wei to tell tonight's story, while he asked Tonghu for a quiet room.
Tonghu led him to the only intact main hall of Po Tao Temple.
Enshrined in the hall is an immortal holding a dust and a sword, probably the Master Xu Tian.
Li Changan bowed, then sat down with his back leaning on the altar.
There is no one or ghost around.
The mountains and forests outside the door are quiet and the moonlight is lovely, which makes Li Changan miss his moonlight very much.
such a pity……
The last ray of lightning in the Taoist priest's eyes completely dissipated, and his head dropped.
If he doesn't hold on, he will faint.
