Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 29

"I haven't seen Mr. Fujiwara for a long time, this way please."

"Young Master Liu Sheng, Gui'an, please come here."

"Go this way..." "Please be careful where you step..." "Yes, I will prepare it for you right away..."

The so-called ghost talk banquet was held in a private hall not far from Kankan. I heard that the owner's family name was Yamamoto, and he was a descendant of a wealthy businessman who was famous in Edo a hundred years ago.

A banquet is held here every once in a while, and the people who come and go are either rich or noble, and the gate is blocked by various luxuriously decorated carriages.

Even so, when the three carriages with colorful curly grass patterns painted on the walls slowly approached, almost all the horses took a few steps back and forth, bowing their heads in a state of submission.

The reason for this is that the horses that pull the cart, two of which are six horses in total, are all rare treasures in the world. The classical horseshoes knocking on the bluestone slabs make an unusually solemn sound, which makes people unbearable. I can't stop thinking about whether some important people entered Edo Castle today.

"Thanks to Mr. for coming, the humble house is really full of splendor." Yuan Chao took a small fan and opened and closed, and bowed down respectfully to greet him, making people even more curious about the identity of the people in the carriage.

A few tall men got out of the first carriage, and quickly stood around the carriage, forming a faint circle to protect the carriage in the middle; when the men stood still, three maidservants stepped out of the last carriage, or Holding a footstool, or hugging a coat, or half-kneeling on the shaft of the car and opening the curtain, he said: "Please get off the car, sir."

Kyogokuhiko was dressed in a very flamboyant manner today. He was dressed in crimson-purple uniforms and wore a sparrow-gold light fur. He completely ignored the scrutinizing eyes from all around him. He just looked at Yuan Chao with a half-smile, and said: "lead the way."

This private clubhouse is quiet and unique. The entrance is the dry water courtyard. A wooden bridge was built on the white sand. Walking through the wooden bridge and bypassing several corridors, you can see a two-story building built in the middle of the lake. There is no wall on the ground floor. There are only four pillars supporting it for enjoying the scenery, while the second floor is full of singing and dancing, and the guests arrive and take their seats one by one.

The wine is good wine, the food is also good food, the dancer in the center of the hall is also a beauty, the waist is twisting and dancing is Tang Dynasty dance music, the maid is waiting at the table, seeing Jing Jiyan seated, immediately poured a glass of wine, soft as if It is attached bonelessly, and the kneeling posture reveals most of the white legs.

Kyogokuhiko narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head away from the maid's hand, and said with a sneer, "Stay away from me, I'm so suffocated." The maid blinked, accepted the grievance, put down the wine glass and shrank aside.

A woman like her who comes out to beg for life is the most winking, but she can't provoke anyone, whether she wants to be caught or is really repulsed between the lines. In order to point reward money to take life.

When the surrounding was clean, Kyogokuhiko poured himself a glass of wine, of course, it was his own wine, and drank it slowly while looking at the guests who came one after another.

More than half of the guests are obese or thin old men, hugging the maidservants around them for profit, and they still have to put on a sanctimonious gesture on their faces.In addition, there were five or six young people with spiritual power, sitting scattered around the banquet, looking around with vigilant and sharp eyes.

Ah, a rookie onmyoji who doesn't know how to hide.Kyogokuhiko shook his wine glass, raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the young man sitting at the end of the banquet, smiled meaningfully, slightly raised the wine glass in his hand at him, and watched the young man raise the wine glass in return at a loss, The appearance of fried hair and jumping feet makes people laugh and cry.

Just don't hold back.Thinking in this way, Jing Jiyan looked away and looked at his feet. The monster named Natto monk was sneaking food under the table under the cover of light fur, and the rustling movement was like a rat under the table. It seems that it is not a reliable look.

Nuliang Huapiao relied on his cover to enter this private clubhouse and then ran away without a trace. Diarmuid was in the state of Lingzi to investigate around, and he didn't know how long it would take to come back.

Calculate the time, it should be soon.

The last one to arrive was Kyogoku Ichiro, a master of ghost stories. He is best at drawing stories of all kinds of monsters and monsters. In addition, his painting skills are superb and he is bold. He has a bit of face in this Edo city. Many people hold him Wine Glass chatted with him.

The host of this banquet seems to have come very late, but the regular guests seem to have gotten used to the late arrival of the host, laughing and looking around for drinks and chatting, and in the blink of an eye, even Kyogokuhiko can't avoid it After drinking a few glasses of wine, a maid finally pushed a big screen and brought it up. Seeing this, both the onmyoji and the ordinary guests' eyes lit up, and a sliver of sanity was found in their drunken heads.

We played mainly.

"Bang bang" someone knocked on the wooden bang twice, and then on the small gong, imitating the sound of beating in the middle of the night, and then the bright lights suddenly went out.

"Everyone, welcome." A little candle was lit behind the screen, reflecting a short and distorted figure, "Welcome to my strange talk a million times." After speaking, he seemed consciously saying something interesting, and the man laughed a few times , "Then I will stop talking nonsense, and the strange talk will start here."

One after another, a little white will-o'-the-wisp lit up in front of the tables of all the guests, vaguely as if they would be extinguished as soon as they were blown out, "Come on, come on, who should start first, this endless strange talk."

The will-o'-the-wisp flickers, and suddenly the light in front of a certain guest soars, almost devouring the person.

"It's you, Mr. Zhongping."

The pale-faced guest wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief, and quickly calmed down. It was obviously not the first time he had attended this kind of banquet. There was clearly a somewhat proud look on his face, he cleared his throat and told his story after thinking about it.

"It's just a hearsay story." Accompanied by his first sentence, a subtle fluctuation of spiritual power spit out from his mouth. decision.

"In a certain wagashi shop, there was a smart and cute boy who was very fond of the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper had no children, so he planned to leave the shop to the boy after a hundred years.

But there was another guy in the shop who was extremely jealous because of this. He obviously wouldn't get any benefits if the guy died, but he was still driven by jealousy to trick the guy.

'The shopkeeper told you to wash the red beans. As he said so, he handed the boy a big pot of beans, and when the boy was washing the beans seriously, he beat him to death with a wooden stick, threw the body into the deep mountains, and went back to lie about the boy stealing money and escaped. up.

And that money was secretly taken by him to pay off his gambling debts.

Everyone believed it, and he was very proud of it, until one day, he heard a strange sound coming from under the bed.

'Shu La' 'Shu La' sounds like scrubbing beans.

'Pa-ta' 'Pa-ta' is like the sound of clogs walking hard while holding a heavy object.

'Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo' like someone is crying.

He widened his eyes, and it seemed that the bloody face of the boy appeared again in front of his eyes.

The next day, he was found dead on the bed with a few red beans beside him. "

The storyteller didn't know that every time he said a word, a weak spiritual force spread out. When he finished telling the story, the spiritual power gathered together and rushed into his body suddenly.

The strong "wind" blew out the candle in front of him.

Several onmyojis looked at each other and became more vigilant.

"It's an interesting story...Then next, Miss Suzuki, please."

"Are you a concubine? Let me think about it..."

"Are you back?" Kyogokuhiko still maintained the posture of leaning sideways to drink, and the voice from his throat was as thin as a mosquito, and he had to lean close to his ear to hear it clearly.

"I encountered some troubles, and I came back late." Diarmuid sat in the shadow behind Kyogokuhiko, his breath was so faint that no one knew when he started sitting there.

Kyogokuhiko nodded slightly to show that he understood, he didn't ask what the trouble was, he just smiled and said: "This banquet is really exciting, you have to watch it carefully."

The will-o’-the-wisps went out one after another, and even the onmyoji bit the bullet and told a few weird stories, trying hard to find out what the spiritual power flowing from his mouth was, but all failed. .

"Then finally..." Yuan Chao took out a small paper fan to cover his mouth, and said, "Dear guest from a faraway country, please."

The only light in the audience was the will-o'-the-wisp flickering in front of Kyogokuhiko. The white flames reflected a very strange color on his face.

"Speaking of which, my hometown does have some interesting stories." Kyogokuhiko squinted his eyes and seemed to be lost in thought. The snow-white neck on the crimson-purple skirt dazzled people. He held a white porcelain wine glass in his hand. They tapped on several cases, "How about I talk about the so-called causal cycle?"

He didn't wait for someone to answer, so he opened his mouth:

"There was a prominent man in a certain village who ran amok in the village for being rich and unkind. His wife said many times: 'If you do this, you will be punished!' But he never listened to him, thinking that he could become a Buddha and a saint. One day there was a strange man Passing by the door of his house, he could see through the lifespan of a person, saw the wealthy merchant, and said, "If you don't do good deeds, you only need to eat another twenty shi rice, and you will die with forty shi noodles." The man laughed and said, " I only eat two stone noodles a year, and I still have 20 years to live. How can I die if I don’t do good deeds?'

The rich businessman continued to run rampant as before, and even intensified. After a year, he suddenly got a disease called "Chu Zhong", and he had to eat more than ten meals a day, and died within a year.

The ancients said that the cycle of karma and retribution is not good, which is probably the case. "

After Kyogokuhiko finished speaking, he drank the fine wine in the glass, his lips moistened by the wine turned red, as if he drank a glass of fresh blood.

"What do you think of the story I told?" He raised his eyebrows and asked.

The will-o'-the-wisp in front of him flickered and went out.

In an instant, the hall was dark and silent.

The candles behind the screen lit up again, and the short figure reflected on the screen received a burst of applause, "Well said!" The voice was hoarse and old, but Yuan Chao's face changed rarely, and the paper fan While waving a dazzling fire to light up the hall, he kicked over the screen.

"Oh, oh, young people are full of anger." The old man wearing a bamboo hat sat cross-legged on the couch, and a grotesque and ugly creature fell at his feet, its throat was firmly trampled, and its mouth was like a round hole There was a begging "cough cough" sound.

"It's really rare that Nuliang Huapiao, the lord of demons and monsters, came here...a rare visitor..." Fang Chao squeezed the paper fan firmly, and gritted his teeth.

"I've been an old man for a long time." The wooden clogs pressed against the lumpy throat, and with a little more force, the fragile neck would be broken completely. "And it's strange that I don't come here if there's something delicious." As he spoke, he took out a piece of yokan from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "It tastes really good. The old man hasn't eaten such a delicious thing for a long time."

Yuanshio's face was stiff, and he took a few steps back, "Let Yamamoto-sama off."

"It's really a person who doesn't understand elegance."

Stepping on the lump, the old man moved a few meters and landed in the hall, dodging the sharp arrows that hit him.

But at this moment, the hall is already a scene of purgatory on earth.