Folk tale: "Marrying a Centipede" Li Fu dreamed of his deceased father Tomeng and said that he had a crush on Wuliu Town

On this day, Li Fu dreamed of his deceased father Tuo Meng, saying that he had seen a painting named Feng Qian in Wuliu Town, and asked Li Fu to invite him into the house the next day to paint, and specified that Feng Qian should come personally, and it had to be "Hundred Birds".

After Li Fu woke up, there were many doubts, his father had been dead for more than three years, this was the first time to give himself a dream, because Li Fusheng was extremely filial, he did not dare to be careless, thinking that his father's move must have a deep meaning.

So, the next day, in a carriage, over the mountains and mountains, to Wuliu Town, fifty miles away, I met an old man, and when I inquired, there was really a young man named Feng Qian.

Li Fu was greatly relieved.

However, the old man added: This Feng Qian family is very poor, even poorer than when I was younger, and I don't know where the luck came, but it actually made him catch a good thing. ”

Li Fu asked what was going on.

The old man wiped his saliva and replied: "A few days ago, there was a matchmaker, I had to give this poor boy a matchmaker, about a day, the little lady sat in the matchmaker's house, let Feng Qian go to the courtyard, the little lady took a look at the curtain, actually looked at the right eye, the dowry not only did not want, but also brought Feng Qian a lot of dowry, today became a relative, alas, the boy's ancestral grave smoked." ”

Li Fu groaned in his heart, it was really not a coincidence, today was actually Feng Qian's big wedding day.

The old man opened the conversation box and told Li Fu, "The poor boy's father and mother died early, and they learned to paint with a few mr. Ye for a few days, and the painting stuff is still OK, but no one buys it, and they don't understand agricultural affairs, and the days are getting tighter and tighter, this time it is better, and people have both money and wealth." ”

Li Fu thought to himself, his father had to ask for paintings today, since Feng Qian's family was poor, things would be easy to handle, and then he would pay more silver and do as he pleased. Rich Li is as famous as his name suggests, and his family is rich.

After guidance, he came to Feng Qian's house.

At this time, after the unpaid cards, on weekdays, Feng Qian was blinded by the four neighbors, even if it was the day of marriage, there were few people to congratulate him, only three tables of wine feasts were placed, and it was already over.

Li Fu explained his intentions.

Feng Qian's face showed concern, and he said, "Today is our little Dengke, it is really difficult to move, it is better to visit the palace again another day." ”

Where Li Fu was willing to agree, he promised a heavy reward.

Feng Qian also did not want to live with the dowry brought by his mother in the future, so he entered the house and went to the end, saying that he wanted to go out and do some things and return later.

The lady was wearing a hijab, asking Feng Qian to go back quickly, and not to miss the auspicious day, after all, the spring supper moment was worth thousands of gold.

Feng Qian hurriedly said yes.

Riding in Li Fu's carriage, the wind was galloping, running wildly, Rao was so, back to Li Mansion, it was nearly twilight.

Spreading out the painting paper, Feng Qian was confident, but it also took a long time, he gave up the "Hundred Birds Diagram", looked at it again and again, and said to Li Fu, "I don't know where Ling Zun is now, the little man personally handed over the painting to his old man's hand, this painting is the work of the little man vomiting blood, I am afraid it will be difficult to paint a work of the same level as this painting." "After the words are finished, it is also an emotion.

Li Fu's face was embarrassed, "Jia Yan has long passed away." "Tell me in detail about my father's dream of painting."

Feng Qian smirked continuously, "Strange, strange, how do you plan to hand over to Ling Zun?" ”

Li Fu pondered for half a moment, sighed, and said, "Only this work has been burned." ”

Feng Qian was speechless, staring at the painting reluctantly and looking at it again, and finally did not say a word.

Li Fu said: "Jia Yan repeatedly asked in his dream that if he wanted to obtain this painting today, he must have his intentions, and I am going to go to the cemetery to burn the "Hundred Birds Diagram" for my father at the moment, and you are on the same road as Mr. You, Sir can take my carriage, wait for me to burn the painting, and then send you back with the groom." ”

Feng Qian glanced at the night outside and agreed to come down.

Two horses were exchanged from the stables, and the groom drove the master and Feng Qian to the cemetery.

Li Fu burned the painting in front of his father's tomb, nagged a few more words, and then sent Feng Qian home.

When passing through shrimp and toad ridge, it rained heavily and the wheels were difficult to travel, so the three of them hid from the rain at the nearby mountain temple.

The rain was raging, like a galactic outpour, and the three of them were drenched in cold teeth, and they closed the temple door, and when they saw that there were dead branches in the temple, they built a fire.

The rain didn't stop until the middle of the night.

Feng Qian shouted long and short, but the auspicious day was still missed.

Li Fu's face was full of apologies.

The mountain road was muddy and there was no other way, and they were about to open the door, but suddenly they heard the horses outside the temple hissing, as if struggling and howling.

Groom looked out through the crack in the window and shouted, "There's a monster!" He stomped on both legs and fainted.

A few moments later, the temple door was tuk-tuk- and someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

"Xianggong, why didn't you return in the middle of the night?"

The voice was actually Feng Qian's wife's.

Feng Qian was just about to answer when Li Fu elbowed him.

Feng Qian suddenly realized that something was wrong!

How could my wife come here in the middle of the night? Shouldn't you sit at home? How would she know she was in the temple?

The two looked at each other and held their breath.

"Xianggong, I know you're inside, hurry up," the knock on the door became more and more urgent, like hail constantly hitting the temple door.

Where did Li Fu and Feng Qian dare to move?

The knock on the door became more and more intense, and the temple door shook.

The voice outside the temple became impatient, "Don't come out again, we're going to go in along the crack in the door." ”

The two of them were suddenly horrified, and they did not dare to move.

Outside the temple, scolding began, and threatening words kept coming to the ear.

At first, there was a knock at the door, and then it became a knock on the door.

Finally, the temple door clicked and shattered into several pieces.

Feng Qian's white sweat came out, and he was about to rush out, he was woken up by Li Fu's slap, and then he looked at the temple door, it was still good.

Li Fu said, "Little sir, don't be afraid, this monster outside the temple doesn't seem to dare to come in, we just have to survive until dawn." ”

Feng Qian hurriedly said yes, guarded his mind, and let the sound of knocking on the door sound like a drum, and ignored it.

After a long time, suddenly two screams were heard, and the noise suddenly stopped.

The two still did not dare to go out.

Finally, when the sun fell into the mountain temple at dawn, the two of them opened the temple door in a hurry, and Namafu woke up at the right time.

Looking at the carriage, the two horses had long been killed, and there were two blood holes in their necks. Not far from the temple, there were two large centipedes more than four feet long, one like a crown phoenix, the other was also dressed in women's clothes, both turned over, scorched on the outside and yellow on the inside, broken into dozens of pieces, and were already dead.

The three did not dare to stay, stepped on the muddy mountain path, came to Feng Qian's house, and the lady disappeared.

Feng Qian had to accept the fact that the matchmaker and the bride were both centipede spirits, fortunately they did not go to Wushan beforehand, otherwise they would have been sucked dry of sperm and blood. But I don't know who hurt these two beasts.

In the next two years, due to the change of the river, the feng shui of the Li family cemetery changed, and after the guidance of the high-ranking people, the ancestral tomb was moved and the remains were reconstructed, and in the coffin of Li Fu's father, the "Hundred Birds Diagram" painted by Feng Qian was found.

When the news spread, Feng Qian's value soared, and he made a thousand gold.

The incense of the mountain temple was getting better and better.

Li Fu and Feng Qian naturally became friends of Mo Rebellion.

Suddenly, li fucai learned that when his father was young, he had been saved by Feng Qian's grandfather from the knife of a mountain bandit. In this way, the cause and effect are not false, although engong did not disclose his name at that time, but the recipient of the favor dreamed in the dark, returned the grace at that time, and continued the incense in engong's home.

After another half a year, a long-bearded Daoist man tried to capture the flying corpse before revealing the truth. It turned out that the two centipedes were assigned by the flying corpse, specifically on the grounds of marriage, promised benefits, the night of marriage, sucking the essence of the person, the concubine of the lang, when the friendship, the essence is the most delicious, just like the person with the straight heart, after sucking out, and then feeding the essence to the flying corpse.

The flying corpse could not move at that time, but it could drive the goblin, and it also cast a spell on the goblin, and if it could not supply the sperm in time, it would burst into flames.

Although the centipede spirit died, there were other spirits that turned into beautiful skin bags, seduced the laymen, causing the flying corpse to become a great success, and finally became a scourge, and as a result, they were hunted down and killed by the Nagasu Daoists for thousands of miles.

That's another story.