The night is quiet, the faint moonlight is sprinkled, and the courtyard is full of clear light.

Feng Qingyan stood quietly in front of the window, holding a glass of water in his hand, taking a small sip, his gaze seemed quiet and light. At this time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and after he collected the household registration record, he walked to the land temple again.

Although Luo Tiancheng has become a dead soul, he is just a child after all, and staying alone in the dim land temple will always feel lonely and afraid.

Moreover, it was now the fifth night he had died.

According to the custom since ancient times, after the seventh night of his death, Feng Qingyan would send him to Huangquan Road.

"What will Huangquan Road look like?"

Feng Qingyan was a little curious, and even a little expectant, is this "Huangquan Road" the same as in the legend? After chatting with Luo Tiancheng in the Land Temple for a while, he walked to the Divine Tree again, and the Divine Tree at this time had already produced the tenth jade leaf.

Golden branches, jade leaves.

On these jade leaves, a thin layer of misty qi lingers, and it is escaping out in wisps.

He watched silently for a while, then quietly returned home.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, Feng Qingyan carried the guqin into the mountain, came to the dilapidated stone pavilion, put down the guqin and sat cross-legged. At this time, the fog in the mountains was very large, and the clouds were white and misty, and the visibility was less than fifty meters.

Zheng Zheng ......

The melodious notes rise suddenly, constantly flowing between the mountains and forests, the melody constantly jumps and changes the sound area in the wide range, the faint finger shift and the real sound are interspersed, the melody is hidden from time to time, as if you see the top of the mountain, the clouds and mist are swirling, and the fluctuation is uncertain.

The sound of the piano drifted through the mountains and forests, floated across the streams, and fell into his heart, like a spring breeze.

The clear overtones and lively rhythms are like "the cold current of the secluded world, the cold flow of the pine roots." ”

He plays very seriously and attentively, and his movements are very elegant.

After playing the song "Mountains and Flowing Water", he was sweating profusely, and his clothes were already soaked. At this time, he exhaled deeply, although his body was slightly tired, his mental state was very good, and his eyes seemed very calm.

Calm with joy.

He found that his piano skills had improved again, and after a short break, he played another song, which was still "Mountains and Flowing Water". By the time he finished playing the second song, the clouds and mist that lingered in the mountains had already dispersed, and it was already past seven o'clock.

After resting for a while, my strength slowly recovered.

He walked out of the stone pavilion and went down the mountain with the guqin on his back, and after about half an hour, he also returned to the Land Temple. At this time, the construction of the Land Temple had already started, and there were many villagers watching boredly, talking about the jade leaves without saying a word.

Although the original land temple has been demolished, the old incense burner placed in front of the statue has never broken the incense.

In the morning, many old people come to offer incense and bow before going to do farm work.

"Qigong, Uncle Feng, old village chief, good morning......"

When Feng Qingyan walked past the Land Temple, he greeted them.

"You kid, you seem to like to go to the mountains to play the piano. The old village chief smashed his mouth and said, seeing that Feng Qingyan's clothes were still a little wet, "Go home and change your clothes, you see that your clothes are soaked, it's best to take a shower, otherwise you'll catch a cold." ”

Feng Qingyan smiled, beckoned to them, and then went home with the piano on his back.

At this time, the old village chief walked up to Qigong and asked, "I heard that you received some donations last night, how many?"

Qigong smiled and stretched out a palm.

Seeing this palm, the old village chief's heart was shocked, and he stared at his eyes and asked, "Fifty thousand?"

Qigong smiled and nodded, seemingly happy.

The old village chief stared, his body trembling slightly, as if he was angry.

He didn't expect that he would just build a land temple, and he would receive a donation of 150,000 or 60,000 yuan at once.

Usually, whatever you want to do in the village, you have to collect some small money, and you have to collect it for more than half a month.

At this time, I couldn't help but scold in a foul voice: "Damn, I usually push back when I collect a little money, and I look reluctant...... One or two are ghosts who are afraid of death, thinking that if they donate a lot of money, the land god will bless them?

The more the old village chief scolded, the more angry he became, he almost jumped to his feet, the economic situation of Qingshan Village, he knew it clearly, it was a poor village, and 150,000 yuan was not a small amount.

Feng Qingyan returned home, took a shower and read in the study.

After reading a book for an hour, he puts down the book and turns on the computer to browse the news or chat with friends.

"Qingyan, I heard that your home is in Daqingshan? Yes, a few of us will go to Daqingshan to play in a few days, and you must entertain you then." ”

"You kid has been gone for a year, what have you done?"

"You don't really stay in your hometown for a year, do you?"

These messages were all sent by his college classmates, and he replied one by one after seeing them, and each reply was very serious and not perfunctory.

Seeing that some classmates wanted to come to Daqingshan to play, Feng Qingyan also asked them about the specific time, but they hadn't decided yet, but they planned to do it for a few days.

Feng Qingyan said okay, let them call when they arrived.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and in the afternoon, Feng Qingyan heard that the bully had been discharged from the hospital and went home. However, he was still unable to speak, his hands and feet could not move, his face turned from pale to sallow, and his whole person lost weight several times.

The doctor didn't find a problem, but the hospitalization fee was expensive, and the various examination fees were high, so there was no backbone of the woman, and under the persuasion of some people, the bully was also brought home.

In the past few days, the matter about the land temple has been vigorous, and even several nearby villages are clear, how could the not know about it. At this time, she also had some doubts about whether it was really the bully who offended the land god, and the land god was guilty, otherwise how could the doctor not be able to check it out.

Moreover, the village is talking about the land god's condemnation.

Although the didn't believe it, the people around her said a lot, and she was also a little afraid. Moreover, after she returned to the village, she often saw people pointing at her and talking about her secretly.

At this point, she felt like the whole sky was falling and didn't know what to do.

In the evening, she took the incense candle paper treasure into the mountains alone, and came to Luo Tiancheng's small grave and cried.

Her son has just died, and her husband has changed like that again, and she really doesn't know what to do......

When it was dark, she came out of the mountains alone, and then went home to cook silently, and when the vegetables were burned, she realized that she was cooking......

In the study, Feng Qingyan was carefully studying the big characters, and when he looked up and saw that it was already eleven o'clock, he walked out of the house and came to the land temple.

This was the seventh night of Luo Tiancheng's death.

"It's time......"

Feng Qingyan said quietly, then stepped into the land temple and said to Luo Tiancheng: "Let's go, I'll take you to see your parents." ”

"Uncle Qingyan ......"

Luo Tiancheng screamed in fear, as if he knew something, and asked cautiously at this time, "Are my parents okay?"

"All right, let's go, let's go. ”

Feng Qingyan said, and then took him out of the Land Temple.

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