Unglaublich - Kapitel 5
As Lan Pu's figure appeared and disappeared in the misty stone path, Master Zixu stood there stunned for a long time.
"This girl, does she already know about our past lives' karma?" His expression suddenly changed. Oh no, he'd completely forgotten.
He quickly summoned the young Taoist priest and gave him a message: "Go and chase after Lan Pu. Tell her she must not come from Jiangnan Garden."
That's the road down the mountain!
After a while, the young Taoist returned. He hadn't caught up with Lan Pu, so he asked at a roadside teahouse, "Where is she?"
The elephant went down the mountain via that path! Master Zixu was stunned for a long time, then murmured, "Is it really true?"
What's coming can't be avoided!
Jiangnan Garden is a century-old road, a local scenic spot: "Huangjue Ancient Road". (Qingshiban Mountain)
The path is lined with centuries-old banyan trees. Their gnarled branches and thick trunks provide shade for the bluestone path frequented by travelers.
Polished to a glossy sheen. Spring brings lush greenery, tender buds turning a pale yellow, light and refreshing; summer brings a gentle breeze, and pedestrians...
Weave a cool respite. Autumn fruits carpet the ground, a path winding through the mountains in autumnal hues; winter leaves wither and branches fade, withered grass lies dead.
A misty haze hangs in the air, its beauty naturally evoked. Lanpu, who frequents Laojun Cave, cherishes this very path. Even...
With Xiao Fu's help, one can quickly and directly enter the mountain gate; Lan Pu also prefers to leisurely stroll along the bluestone path under the banyan tree.
Strolling leisurely. Occasionally, taking a break at a roadside teahouse, observing the myriad aspects of life among passersby—it's a unique experience.
Meaning.
However, Jiangnan Garden got its name because there is a cemetery at the end of this road.
It's the only "Jiangnan Funeral Home" in the area, and every funeral home has countless legends of ghosts.
The Jiangnan Funeral Home was no exception. Because of this, the number of pedestrians here became unusual after nightfall.
Rarely seen, the ancient road is now only marked by old trees and withered crows, a sloping path of bluestone. When the moon shines in the sky, the cries of crows rise from all sides.
The wind howled like a sob, adding to the many legends that circulated, making one feel that even the centuries-old trees here...
It has become a spirit or monster.
As Lanpu descended the mountain, dusk was already falling. The area was nearly deserted, especially in springtime.
The rain drizzled, a chill seeped in the air, and as they walked on, only Lan Pu's figure grew increasingly prominent on Xiao Fu's back.
It appeared faintly in the night fog. Apart from the fine, dense sound of raindrops tapping against the umbrella top, Lanpu only...
I heard my shoes rhythmically clicking on the bluestone, making a clattering sound, both in front of and behind me.
It was shrouded in thick fog, and not a single person could be seen. Occasionally, only distant lights shone out, faintly visible.
The ground swayed past Lanpu again.
It was completely dark, and Lanpu was finding it very difficult to discern the path around her. She could only see...
He saw things within a meter or two around him. Lan Pu remained calm, following the path he remembered.
They walked slowly on. Besides Lanpu, there was no one else on the road. They figured they were almost at the end of the road.
Lanpu suddenly saw lights flickering faintly ahead, slowly moving in that direction.
Who else is walking on this road so late at night? Lanpu was a little curious.
As the light drew closer, Lanpu realized it was actually a lantern. In this day and age, there are still...
A person carrying a lantern? Even Lan Pu, with her naturally peaceful nature, couldn't help but smile slightly. The owner of the lantern gradually...
As the figure gradually came into clearer view, Lan Pu was stunned. This man was wearing a...
He wore a black jacket with a front opening and a water-resistant blouse, paired with trousers, white socks, and black shoes—a style reminiscent of the Republic of China era. He was straightforward...
They didn't see it, but it walked straight past Lanpu as if it were Lanpu, and gradually disappeared into the night fog.
As he passed by Lanpu, Lanpu clearly saw a large black character on the white lantern:
"open".
White lanterns, black characters—isn't this a dead person's journey?! Lan Pu suddenly realized that he...
Something strange must have happened. Strange things have been happening one after another these past few days; she was already mentally prepared. No wonder.
Xin Yuezi has been acting a bit strange these past two days. Oh well, let's see what other oddities lie ahead.
Lanpu composed himself and continued forward step by step.
---janeadam
Reply [10]: Gradually, more people passed by Lanpu. Some were dressed in modern clothes and others in Qing Dynasty clothes.
Their indifferent and detached faces told Lan Pu that they were all ghosts. Lan Pu thought to herself, "These must all be..."
Lanpu was surprised to learn that the cemetery in Jiangnan Garden had such a long history.
I'm actually thinking about this right now. Thankfully, none of them are disheveled or covered in blood.
This made Lanpu feel somewhat at ease.
Suddenly, a chilling wind swept past Lan Pu, causing her to shiver.
A sense of loss inexplicably washed over her. She distinctly felt a melancholy and sorrow in the wind.
Grief and indignation. Then, shadowy figures appeared in the thick darkness of the night. Suddenly, Lan Pu felt a surge of emotion.
A nameless fear welled up inside me, and I involuntarily took a few steps back.
A woman appeared before Lan Pu, her long, jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed entirely in white mourning clothes.
Her dress fluttered in the night fog, even without wind. Lan Pu noticed the exquisite embroidered shoes on her feet.
A pink lotus flower is exquisitely embroidered on it. The lotus flower is outlined with fine gold threads.
Each petal was embroidered with extremely fine pink thread, creating an alluring and seductive effect. The woman's pale face...
Yet she possessed an indescribable allure, her eyes fixed intently on Lan Pu with an intensely sorrowful gaze. Lan
Pu stared blankly at those eyes, feeling an inexplicable familiarity, as if something was stirring in her mind.
In the sea, everything, both forgotten and remembered, struggled desperately, rushing haphazardly towards memory.
The exit was blocked by something inexplicable, preventing the memories from bursting forth.
The woman suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, slowly approaching Lan Pu step by step, from the drifting...
A near-hoarse laugh escaped from beneath her long hair. "I've finally waited for you. Don't you remember me?!"
I refused to drink the Meng Po soup on the Bridge of Helplessness, just to wait for this day, to wait for you, to wait for you and...
I, a reincarnation of someone with the surname Xia, am here to repay this debt to you… I have waited for hundreds of years, and I am willing to…
Even a wandering soul, adrift and without a home, will find you!
Lan Pu instinctively took a step back, but found herself unable to move. A thousand thoughts swirled in her heart.
A sense of bewilderment, as if something was blocking her heart, the Bridge of Helplessness, the Soup of Oblivion… Lan Pu desperately…
Recalling, chaotic dreams surged into my mind, yet they all blended into disordered and fragmented pieces, one
In that instant, she seemed to see again the kites fluttering in spring, and two women nestled together on the small building.
They chatted and laughed, casually tugging at the kite string. Suddenly, the kite string snapped, accompanied by cries of surprise.
It floated down gently and landed in a man's hand. He looked up and gazed at the people upstairs...
In a daze, I found myself sitting by the window with a man. He was drawing on my hand, giving me...
A pair of resentful eyes swept past the window as I looked up. A woman in the building opposite was...
Staring at them...
“Lian Su…” A name suddenly came to Lan Pu’s lips.
The woman stopped. "You, you, you remembered?..." she stammered.
Laughter pierced the boundless darkness. Lanpu clutched his head in anguish, "No, I can't remember..."
Lian Su smiled coldly, then suddenly grabbed Lan Pu's sleeve. "Fine, you'll always want to..."
Get up! Come with me…
"Where are you going?!..." Lan Pu gave a gentle push, and the amulet tied to her hand slipped out.
Her wrist touched Lian Su's hand.
"Ah!" Lian Su screamed in agony, quickly drifting away. "You, you, you... alright, then..."
"That mad Taoist priest still won't let me go!..." Her face twisted, becoming extremely terrifying.
"The city is shrouded in mist and the moonlight is faint; people lean against their orchid boats and sing. ... I often remember our meeting on Ruoye Lake, separated by the three Xiang rivers."
Gazing at the distant blue clouds, only emptiness and sorrow remain. ... A beauty's laughter and chatter, like a lotus flower, fleeting yet enduring. "The pattering rain..."
Suddenly, a clear, bright child's voice rang out from the fog, carried on the chilling wind. The thick, cold fog instantly...
It seemed to be surging up. Lian Su stopped in her tracks, and for a moment, her gaze softened.
Then it transformed into deep hatred. A venomous gaze pierced through the unknown darkness with shifting intensity.
"Who will climb the high tower with me? I often remember gazing into the clear autumn sky; the past is gone, like a dream..."
The clear voice continued. A strange and eerie smile appeared on Lian Su's lips. "Okay..."
Even you're coming after me...
"Very well, once everyone's here, we can reminisce about the past!" Her resentful gaze turned to Lan.
Pu. The hoarse echo still trembled in the air as Lian Su vanished into the night mist. Lan Pu remained, stunned.
Standing there, stunned, in the night fog, I realized the rain had stopped sometime ago. In the pitch black, suddenly...
A warm, red glow faintly appeared at the end of the road. As it drew closer, Lanpu realized it was...
The figure of a thin boy, holding a red candle in his hand. The little boy walked straight to...
She looked up at Lan Pu and smiled slightly: "Sister, are you lost?!"
"Lan Ruo!" The moment Lan Pu's eyes met the child's face, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.