Chapter 2195 The Flower War (One Hundred and Three)

The young imam looked at Nick with a smile. He didn't look at the "gift" Nick gave him at all, as if he was not satisfied, or he wanted to be "courteous".

Nick was just about to speak.

"This is China, so we must act according to Chinese rules." The young imam said, "The book says not to run too fast, otherwise you will catch up with yourself, and one of you will die by then."

"What do you mean?" Nick asked.

"How much do you know about Turkish?"

Nick looked at him blankly.

"Turkish was originally one of the Turkic languages, and later absorbed a large amount of Arabic and Persian, so Turkish can be divided into two periods, ancient Turkish before the 15th century, and Ottoman Turkish after the 15th century. You

The book given to me was written in Ottoman Turkish."

"You mean that's fake?" Nick asked.

"The Macedonian Empire is gone, but the Macedonians are still there. Is it strange for a Macedonian who lived in the 15th century to record an alien story in Turkish?"

Nick couldn't answer.

"Although the Huyin people have disappeared from the mainstream civilization, their mixed blood and civilization are still being passed on. They don't like to use words. They believe that sounds have strange effects and spend a lot of time practicing, because in an all-black world

In the world, sound is the best communication tool."

"So their history was passed down orally?" Nick asked.

"Not only that, you have forgotten that they believe that hair is the path to dreams, and dreams can help them trace their origins." The imam said calmly, "A living Wuyin man has to serve dozens of souls."

"Those shadows are actually ghosts?" Nick asked.

"There is a story I want to tell you, but it is a bit scary. You should decide whether you want to hear it or not."

Nick smiled, "Just say it."

The imam looked at Nick for a long time, his eyes were like goldfish swimming gracefully in the water, and then said.

"Many people from Gaoyou have been visiting the Governor's Palace recently. Do you know where the name Gaoyou came from?"

"I thought you were telling me stories."

"Qin Shihuang built a high platform here and set up a postal booth. From that time on, Gaoyou was used as a post station. There was a writer named Pu Songling who worked in Gaoyou as an aide for several years. Later he wrote

A book called "Liao Zhai" tells a story called Painted Skin."

"I've heard of this story." Nick said quickly, "The monster painted human skin to look like a beautiful woman."

"Actually, human skin can not only be painted to look like beautiful women." The imam pushed a mirror in front of Nick, "it can also look exactly like you."

Nick looked at his reflection in the mirror and then at the imam.

"About a hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Jurchens led a large army and were led into the pass by Wu Sangui who guarded Shanhaiguan. They had just defeated the army of Chuang King Li Zicheng. On the day of marching to Shanhaiguan, the forward battalion sent an advance team

, they marched quickly all night, but met another group of people in front of the pass. A soldier at the front was shot by a cluster of feather arrows. It was like wearing a feather crown for an instant. The commander of the team immediately judged that the situation was serious.

They changed their formation and fought back. They quickly won the victory, not only because of their new victory, but also because the opponent did not resist. When they cleared the battlefield, they found that all the dead 'enemies' were empty skins.

And they had exactly the same appearance, from the small scar on the back of the hand to the mole at the bottom of the ear. They felt unprecedented fear, and then, people picked up the other's skin and threw it together and burned it."

Nick recalled the horrific punishment of skinning and eating grass in the Ming Dynasty, as well as the Pichang Temple.

"Is this the warlocks of the Ming Dynasty dealing with them?" Nick asked.

"Why do you think that?"

Nick told the imam his true thoughts.

"Two you, you are Tilik, you are Nanlou, you are not Tilik, you are not Nanlou. There is only one protagonist in the story, and you two each have half of it, and in the end you and you will get out of this story.

, outside the story, one plays the role of the author, and the other plays the role of the reader." The imam suddenly said, "This is the poetry of the Huyin tribe."

"I still don't understand."

"Death is like a sieve that allows you to reconstruct. There is a flower recorded in that book. Your tongue will bloom and grow vines covered with thorns, reaching into the ears of all enemies, hollowing out the opponent's head, and piercing the enemy.

With his heart, he smashed the enemy's bones, tearing apart every strong body wrapped in armor amidst curses and screams, leaving behind every skin."

Nick couldn't make a sound, as if someone was strangling him.

"Those Jurchen soldiers howled in pain. They didn't know who was dead. I told you that when the Yin people gather together, they will interfere with other people's spirits and eventually form a sea of ​​chaos. Except for the fact that they are the same as humans,

The reproductive mode is similar to that of plants. In those places that were burned to ashes, a screaming flower later grew up. The stamens are transparent, and if you look closely, you can see small balls like insect eggs.

The umbilical cord and embryo are attached inside."

"How did you know?" Nick asked in panic.

"After the Jurchens left, Wu Sangui's soldiers fell back again." The imam said, "They found those little balls, and then brought the babies born from them to Yunnan. With the help of kind people, these children grew up like normal children.

Later, they also intermarried with the Hani and Han people. Some people stayed in Yunnan and Guizhou, and some migrated to Southeast Asia with their parents. Some went to Putian and Quanzhou. There was a scholar who saw his own shadow under the lamp and felt uncomfortable.

Like his own shape, if you look carefully, his head is as big as a bucket, and it looks like he is wearing a feather crest. He was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. He quickly asked his wife to check for him, and she saw the same thing.

So they went to the man's teacher for help. The teacher said, "Monsters don't appear for no reason. Do you have any deeply hidden evil thoughts?" The man was surprised and admitted, "I have an enemy and want to kill him."

The whole family told him to cut off his children and grandchildren, and then go and seek refuge with Duck Mother. Duck Mother was the nickname of a Taiwanese pirate during the Kangxi period. He used to raise ducks for a living, so he was called Duck Mother. Assuming we understand this, shadow backlash is related to evil thoughts.

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"That sounds crazy," Nick whispered.

"I think so too, so those Jurchen soldiers are crazy." The imam said expressionlessly, "For the Jurchens, Wuyin is the name of the devil. They come along with the smell of burning corpses, and the Jurchens cannot kill them.

We drove them away, but later the mandrill came, and the people next door called it the 'devil's burp.' If it had been a few days earlier, it would have been a good time to eat salted duck eggs."

Nick looked at him in surprise.

“Don’t you know Gaoyou’s salted duck eggs are famous?”

"How does this matter?" Nick asked.

“Whoever performs ghusl on the day of Jumu’ah as if it were a mandatory ghusl and is the first to go to the mosque to pray, it is equivalent to offering a camel to Allah, the second is equivalent to offering an ox, and the third is equivalent to a contribution.

If you give a sheep, the fourth one is equivalent to a chicken, and the fifth one is equivalent to an egg. When the head priest attends, all the angels come in person to listen to the praises. If it happens to be the Dragon Boat Festival a few days earlier, according to custom

, eat salted duck eggs during the Dragon Boat Festival, I have been waiting for the salted duck eggs you sent." The imam said like a child, "Why don't you come?"

"I have something to do..."

"Then do you think angels will protect you?" the imam asked. "They can also be as busy as you."

Nick didn't answer.

"That book is very dangerous. If you have something you want to know, you can come to me next time. I won't give you that book until you fully understand it and I think you can bear it. You can bring this with you."

Let's go." The imam pointed at the expensive gift Nick brought and said, standing up and preparing to leave.

"I have a question I want to ask you." Nick said quickly.

"Just ask." The young imam said calmly.

"How did you know? I mean Wu Sangui and the people from Quanzhou." Nick said a little vaguely.

"If according to your chronology, Wu Sangui lived in the 17th century, this book was written in Ottoman Turkish, and Kangxi pacified the Three Feuds, at least they lived in the same era." The imam said gently.

"Those Jurchens don't know who died..."

"They thought that they were killing another one of themselves, or that this was all a nightmare, and that monster flower could bring hallucinations." The imam shook his head. "May Allah bless you, and I hope they are not controlled by that magic flower."

Soul."

"That's enough!" Bonaparte said with an ugly face.

Georgiana remained silent. She secretly compared that kind of flower with the devil's net. The devil's net can be disguised as a crab claw, and this flower...

"Aren't you afraid of nightmares when reading this kind of book?" Bonaparte said in a bad temper.

"I'm not even afraid of the basilisk when it comes out. Haven't you seen a basilisk?" She looked into his blue eyes and said, "As long as you find its weakness, there's nothing to be afraid of. The devil's net is afraid of fire. Are you afraid of this kind of flower?"

"how could I know."

"Find one and do experiments and you will know."

He shook his head as if she was unreasonable, stood up, and returned to where he was reading.

"Muggles." She muttered in a low voice and continued to read the following content.
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