Chapter 102

Sun Li Chai was walking on the dark Song Mountain, holding a net to catch insects.

Lu Zhengkang was sitting on the couch with a chessboard in front of him.

At dusk, the woods are quiet and cold. Beyond the branches, you can see the red haze in the West. The faint and unknown light passes through the arms and hair of the trees and shines on the fallen leaves.

The pieces on the chessboard are placed one by one in disorder, and almost all of them are sunspots.

The shadow of the woods was dark, and the low brambles and weeds were particularly terrible. Sun Li Chai walked slowly, her eyes bright, like a faint star in the sky. Those dim colors are reflected on her mirror, clear and elegant. Although the outline is blurred, it is more reserved. The night is like the gossamer of all things, which gives the world a resting corner after the burning sun has dispersed.

The white piece fell on the chessboard and kept moving. Lu Zhengkang stirred it silently. A monk ran to say that benefactor sun was missing. Lu Zhengkang sighed, "call jueguang."

Within a quarter of an hour, Jue Guang arrived in a hurry, frowning and looking at Lu Zhengkang.

"Sit down." The Buddha pointed to the chessboard.

Jueguang slippers on the couch, sitting across from Lu Zhengkang.

"Look carefully."

The monk looked down. It was not a chess game at all. There were only two white pieces on the board, and the rest were black.

The next second, a soft white fingers gently flick the white.

Chess game changes, all the horizontal and vertical fields disappear, and become a calm and clean board like the water surface, in which the sunspots and white ones also become.

"That's it!" He lost his voice and exclaimed.

Water ripple, a fuzzy scene appears.

Sun lichai wandered among tall and straight trees. Her soft palm touched the bark. It was dry, rough and hard. It was as gray and ugly as scar skin.

At this time, the sun is almost down, all sounds are quiet, only the low sound of insects.

All the commotion was suppressed, only because of the birth of the insect king.

Sun lichai listened patiently with her rudimentary insect net. She looked not like a child, but like an experienced hunter.

Jue Guang said with admiration, "what Xu Xiucai said is right. The child really got seven points of intelligence."

Around the old lady and monks all face inexplicable, this is almost burning eyebrows, how they are still facing a chessboard hysteria? But if Luyuan Bodhisattva doesn't speak, how dare they disturb?

After a while, Lu Zhengkang raised his head and said to a monk standing beside him, "go and tell Wang ruoping that her child is safe. Tell her not to worry." he also told chueguang, "go and find her, but don't disturb her."

"Yes, I do."

"I see." Jueguang got up and went out.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at the side of the mirror plate, fingers gently stretch and bend, as if playing a piano, as if weaving thread.

……

The darkness completely engulfed the forest.

The dusk of the golden light has been diluted by the night, into a touch of lilac on the top of the mountain.

Cold accompanied by moisture began to penetrate the body, sun lichai's face a little white.

It seems to be fogging.

Sun lichai walked stubbornly among the shrubs reaching her chest. Tomorrow is the Mid Autumn Festival on August 15, and she is determined to catch the promoter and present it to Lu Zhengkang under the full moon tomorrow night.

The moon rises, and the light as white as water spreads over the earth, mountains and rivers. In such a confused light, the fog in the forest is also cool and elegant, like a white jade beauty like cage gauze.

Sun Li Chai stands in an open space without wood. The moonlight can shine in directly and unhindered. When it shines on a piece of orchid, the wonderful fragrance seems to disappear in the moonlight and enter the bone marrow with the cold fog.

The jungle at night is mysterious. On top of the normal world, there is a strange place, just like an invisible cover. In such a scene, the ghost words rubbed into the quilt by their mother come out of their minds, one by one, the demons who eat children, the spirits of mountains and rivers.

Mr. Xu's favorite Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", which is beautiful and stubborn, is so vivid and appropriate to recall now.

"If someone comes to the mountain and is taken by Xue Lixi with Nu Luo. It's both good to see and smile, and I'm so happy to give you... "

Just thinking about it, the chirping of insects around gradually dissipates, and then there are the chirping sound and friction sound, accompanied by the singing of "if there is nothing", like a confused mirage.

What's passing through the pines and cypresses where the black shadow stands?

It's a mandrill, isn't it?

As fast as a dot, is it a ghost?

Sun began to run away.

But the changes around her became more and more intense, until she hit a hard body, and then knocked the other side to the ground.

"Squeak!" Sun lichai saw a big cricket on the ground in the moonlight. However, the cricket looked like a human, with hands and feet. Its body was round and rolling. A pair of insects were staring around, and their mouth kept squeaking.The little girl looked around. She didn't know when she came to the pile. These huge and anthropomorphic insects were jumping and fighting in the grass and branches.

They are similar to sun lichai, and the bigger ones are even one or two heads taller than her. The small one is less than her waist.

For some reason, these promoters turned out to be like this. Although they look big, they still seem to be stupid. Some of them are human, but they are not human. They are just natural.

Is it a monster?

Sun lichai tried to lift the one she had knocked down, but it jumped away in panic.

Seeing that it was all right, the little girl no longer paid attention to it. Instead, she turned her eyes to these groups of monsters and insects. Their characteristics were weakened. They were not frightening, but rather lovely.

After observing for a while, sun lichai found many precious promoting weaving. The captains she seldom saw on weekdays can be seen everywhere, and there are also guards everywhere. They are shouting, and there seems to be a faint color light around them.

Sun Li Chai is catching up with those bright and colorful knitting machines. But the more beautiful the knitting machine is, the faster it runs. She often goes away before she gets close to it.

Since she said she would catch the best autumn insect, she would never give up.

It's getting farther and farther away.

It's getting dark around.

Those beautiful insects like meteors across the sky, disappeared, no longer can be traced.

After all, sun had no strength to move any more.

At this time, there was a bright red light in the Bush in front of her, so she spared no effort to fight. The light dissipated, and an ugly knitting machine was pressed on the ground by her.

Sun was disappointed.

This insect is so ugly!

His body is short, his mouth is crooked, his eyes are slanted, his limbs are dry, his belly is thin, his body surface is dull, his color is dark, his wings are thick and shriveled, and his voice is dry and dumb.

As a cricket, it can't be inferior and fail any more!

Sun lichai sat up and saw that there was no injury on her body. She waved her hand to push it away. Then she planned to have a rest on the spot.

Then she saw the bug's eyes.

Clean, stubborn, like a burning bonfire, warm and open.

There is such a soul under the ugly skin!

It is lying on the ground, body expansion up, the polar, although the call is dry and dumb, but no one dares to answer half a mouth.

"It's ridiculous that all of them are defeated. If it's so ugly, don't abandon it lightly. All the eight losers are the king of insects. "

Different products in insects, the king of weaving promotion, eight losers!