Manual of the Monster in City

9 The Story of the House Ghost

Borrow the body?

"Ah, that's fine..." Qingming agreed naturally.

"I'm grateful here." The ghost of the house ghost saluted Jia Qingming, and then its soul and thoughts entered Jia Qingming's body together.

The feeling this time was different from last time. He didn't fall into drowsiness, he just felt as if there was another soul living with him in the same body.

The ghost of the house ghost controlled his body, walked to the wooden box, and gently stroked the bright red wedding gown inside. The thoughts unfolded, and they also appeared in Qingming's mind.

"In exchange, let me tell a story for my husband."

Before being swallowed by the memory in the ghost consciousness, Jia Qingming seemed to hear some strange noise again.

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My name is Qi Xiaocheng.

There was still an emperor here when I was born. It was called the Manchu. One thing is the same as you now. At that time, it was also called the Heavenly Dynasty.

I have read books in private schools, have hair braids, and often get beaten by Mr. private schools. This is mainly because I have always had poor grades. I think it is mainly because I really find the writing in those old books to be boring. For example, the words of a saint and the Great Avenue of the World, I feel dull, too serious, and too idealistic, so I don't study hard.

According to the imperial examination system at the time, it was definitely impossible to get fame and then enter the DPRK as an official.

But fortunately, it was too late for me and my family to worry about this kind of thing, and something happened suddenly. That was the big thing that changed the celestial dynasty.

Even if I didn't tell you, you must know that it was foreign artillery that opened the door to the celestial dynasty. Later, with the new style of school, I finally found a new way out, which is to take a look in this vast world.

In a few years, I have been to any country in the West.

In Paris, the romantic capital of France, I spent several afternoons in the cafes by the Seine, the famous music capital Vienna, the ancient Colosseum remains in Rome, the city of all cities, the streets of the foggy London... …

I stood on those ancient streets in a puzzled and lonely way. I didn’t expect this world to be so big. These places, which were originally called the land of barbarians by the celestial dynasties, had such profound ancient civilizations, far beyond my knowledge and beyond. The cognition of the celestial people in that era.

In that remote country, I cut off my hair, put on a foreigner’s top hat, put on their costumes, and bought some beautiful civilized sticks.

The owner of the cane shop told me that in the world of foreigners, the cane is a symbol of identity and taste. A civilized person of the "new age" can only have a set of dresses and a top hat, but he must have several canes. Recommend me a crank cane, in current terms, it should be called "Sherlock Holmes the same".

It seems a bit far away. In short, in the past few years, I have seen the vast world and the great Western mechanical civilization, and I have even been baptized into a Christian. After several years of studying abroad, I returned to China with new knowledge and new ideas. That country seems to be just that old.

I was assigned to build the railway, but soon I ran into a big problem. A section of the railway will pass through the mountains, and tunnels need to be excavated. However, there is a small village there firmly opposed to tunnel excavation. The reason is that this mountain is a sacred mountain in the hearts of the villagers, and there are temples and land gods. intrusion.

Several negotiations failed, and the forced excavation required manpower to be recruited elsewhere, which was not a big problem. However, after the labor was introduced, new problems emerged. The excavation machinery was secretly damaged by the villagers, rendering it unusable.

I thought it was ridiculous and annoying at the time. The villagers here are nothing more than idols made of clay. They have no power at all, let alone bring any convenience. How can such a great project and cause be so small? If a group of people objects, it will be affected? It is precise because of such people that it leads to weakness and a national crisis, right?

I am determined to change them personally, just as people at that time wanted to change that era.

Therefore, I took the initiative to ask Ying to negotiate with the villagers about the railway problem in this small village called Shenting.

I travelled all the way through mountains and rivers. There are many mountains on the road here, which is very difficult to walk. I miss the days when I was able to take a train to explore the western mountains and rivers, and I miss the wonderful feeling when I took the underground train through the city. I walked in from this side, passed through a tunnel, and appeared from another place after a while. .

It's like a fairy story I heard when I was a child.

So the idea of wanting to change this place in my heart became stronger.

When I arrived in Shenting County, I was unfamiliar with the place where I was born, and I am not an official, just as the representative of the company. I still know the truth about poor mountains and bad waters. I decided not to disclose my identity and pretend to be a passerby.

My plan is like this. I play the role of a man who has gone out to study for many years and finally returned to his home country, telling them about the outside world. For this reason, I specially prepared some foreign newspaper clippings, which contain many things about railways and electricity. , As well as western street scenes and buildings.

I think that as long as they see the prosperity of the electrical age in the outside world, no one will still rely on dirt roads, ox carts, and the illusory false gods.

However, the plan is always interrupted by accidents, and that accident happened on the first day I arrived in Shenting Village at that time because that accident was a girl.

It was raining that day and the road was very muddy. I wanted to find a temporary shelter from the rain. Only this temple was located outside the village, the nearest shelter from the rain, so I ran in.

There, I met that girl.

She was dressed in plain linen clothes. She looked like a girl of fourteen or five years old, but her eyes were dark and bright, and she developed very early, and there are faint signs of becoming a big girl. What fascinates me the most is her eyes, like a small deer that happened by chance in the woods, with an ignorant and innocent atmosphere, spotless.

At that time, I was soaked by the rain, my hair was wet against my face, and there was a lot of muddy water splashing on the trouser legs. I was so embarrassed that I was afraid to scare this little deer-like girl, but I did not expect that she would accept it very naturally. I.

Prepared hot tea, baked clothes, and took spare dry clothes for me to change.

I asked her why there are so many spare clothes in the temple. She said that this place was meant to be convenient for people. Whether it is a passing monk or a businessman, the door here is always open to them.

I looked at the clay god statue, the ancient clumsy five sense organs, and some old materials from an unknown age. I don’t know which little god was worshipped by the people, but I have no research on folklore, let alone No opinion.

I went to the room and changed my clothes. It is a white robe that does not distinguish between men and women. It is definitely not good-looking. This kind of thing is designed for practicality and is naturally different from fashion.

The girl prepared dinner for me, a stranger. She seemed to have no vigilance at all. Whether it is the celestial dynasty where the book of saints is popular or the advanced mechanical civilization of the West, there will always be many bad guys. Girls are not allowed to walk at night, not to mention such a major event as leaving strangers to stay in.

I asked her, "Are you not afraid that I am a bad person?"

I still remember the way she answered. She closed her eyes earnestly and folded her hands together. When she opened her eyes after a while, the bright eyes were full of smiles. She tilted her head and said to me:

"Master God said, you are a good person."

That rainy night I asked her a lot of questions about Shenting Village by the fire in the main hall of the temple, and I learned a lot from her.

The sound of burning wood was crackling, very nice.

The girl who lives in the temple is named Jiang Zhi. She has lived in this temple alone since she was six years old. There is no other reason, but because she is the girl chosen by the village to marry the gods.

According to the custom here, each generation will have such a girl. When a god’s wife dies in old age, the first girl born after that time will be regarded as the next wife of god. So she was sent here at the age of six, and now she has been alone here for almost ten years, cleaning and entertaining guests from the village.

When she was eighteen, she would officially become the wife of the gods. At that time, a grand ceremony will be held in the village to s*******r animals and present tributes, just like ushering in a grand festival. She will also wear a beautiful red wedding gown and serve the gods in this sacred temple all her life.

When I heard her say these things, I felt very uncomfortable.

She was originally a very beautiful girl, but she had to suffer such a fate-she was the wife dedicated to the gods.

He spent his entire life serving an illusory god. Such a thing sounds glamorous, but it means long loneliness. This kind of life is nothing and meaningless.

I really want to tell the girl the bloody truth--

What a god’s wife, her meaning to the villagers is no different from the pigs and sheep slaughtered during the sacrifice to the gods. She is just a sacrifice to make them feel at ease, but she has to be imprisoned here for life in such a hypocritical name. In the temple, I will always grow old alone.

Is it necessary to ruin the happiness of a girl just for a little illusory peace of mind?

But when I saw her longing smile, I couldn't bear to tell her the truth.

She opened a wooden box and showed me the big red wedding gown. She put the clothes on her and compared them and asked me if they looked good. Although her thin figure now sets off the clothes, she still looks a little petite, but she can already imagine how she will look like it in a few years, and it must be breathtakingly beautiful.

She pouted and said if only she could grow up and wear it soon. Then a little lost put the beautiful old wedding gown into the box.

Seeing her like this, I suddenly felt more uncomfortable.

But a strong desire arose in my heart. Maybe it's just because of sympathy, maybe it's because I felt that I had nowhere to look through my iron shoes, and I found a breakthrough by accident.

What if the woman who was offered by the villagers to worship the gods would deny the existence of gods and leave here? A god who can't play any practical role, I'm afraid it will collapse in an instant, right?

So I decided to rescue her and also used this opportunity to let everyone in this village see the outside world.

This is how my plan began.