Fan Youwei, the cow herder, was lazy again, hiding under the belly of the old cow as usual, and covered his face with a banana leaf. A gust of wind blew untimely, swept away the banana leaves, and also rolled up Fan Youwei's already ill-fitting clothes, revealing his swarthy belly. I don't know if I saw delicious food in my dream, Fan Youwei plucked his mouth a few times, and then felt his belly shine, and stretched out his hands to cover his belly.

A lame old yellow dog approached quietly, and as soon as he raised his front feet, he lay on Fan Youwei's belly, and a few drops of saliva spit out a large part of his tongue dripped on his belly.

Fan Youwei woke up from his dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an old yellow dog lying on his belly, and he was still angry at himself with his mouth open and sticking out his tongue. He was frightened and angry, and just as a few more drops of saliva were about to drip from the old yellow dog's mouth, he slammed one of his carps into the old ox's solid belly.

The old scalper sighed, and the old yellow dog consciously fled to the side, squatting on the ground and watching Fan Youwei rub his painful head, with a smile on his face.

"You damn brute, scare Lao Tzu, a good chicken leg scares you out, do you know how many years I haven't eaten chicken legs? See if I don't kill you brute!" Fan Youwei pointed at the old yellow dog with one hand and scolded angrily, and after scolding, he really rushed forward to fight. The old scalper on the side was very suitable for the situation, and the long "moo" screamed.

The old yellow dog, who was originally squatting on the ground, ran away when he saw that the situation was not good, although he was lame, but he ran without ambiguity. Fan Youwei chased after him all the way, and one person and one dog ran from the end of the village to the head of the village, and unknowingly went up the back mountain of the City God Temple. Through the overgrown wild grass, the old yellow dog suddenly stopped and didn't run, Fan Youwei also took the opportunity to stop and rest, panting he found that there was another cliff not far away, there was a cave on the cliff, and there was a rope hanging to the ground at the mouth of the cave.

Fan Youwei was here for the first time, and he couldn't help but be surprised, thinking to himself, could it be that there were still people living in that cave? Driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but walk towards the cliff, and the old yellow dog squatted beside him and yelled at him a few times, but he didn't care. I walked all the way to the bottom of the cliff, and climbed into the cave with difficulty by pulling the rope.

Now Fan Youwei at the entrance of the cave looked down at the ground, and his heart was a little stunned, the old yellow dog had already gotten up and left slowly. Somehow, looking at the limping back of the old yellow dog, Fan Youwei felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, the back was lonely and lonely, just like the Mo person he knew.

The old yellow dog disappeared into the bushes, Fan Youwei also came back to his senses, and it was at this time that he suddenly found that the rope at the entrance of the cave had disappeared out of thin air.

"Is there such an evil sect?" Fan Youwei was so anxious, his whole body was in a cold sweat, thinking that he was going to die.

He turned around and looked around, although the light was very weak, but he could still distinguish the general outline, there was a dark path in front of him, and he had no choice but to walk forward, death and death, and he had to find out!

The trail was not long, and it didn't take long to come to an end, and a huge stone room appeared in front of Fan Youwei, which was much brighter than the path, and I don't know where the light came from. Fan Youwei didn't have time to explore this question, because he saw the thing in the corner, it seemed to be a coffin, he was still young when his father died, and his father's appearance had long been forgotten, but he vaguely remembered the appearance of the coffin in the hall.

At this time, his heart was bottomless, and he became extremely flustered, thinking that he could not have broken into someone's grave by mistake, right?

"Damn the old yellow dog, ruined my good dreams and tricked me into this strange place, it's really damned!" For a while, Fan Youwei transferred all his anger to the old yellow dog, and beat it in thousands of ways in his heart.

"I said, there are dolls, it's not good to say bad things about people behind your back, you know, some people can hear it!"

"Mom!" Someone in the stone room suddenly said this in an old and hoarse voice, and Fan Youwei sat on the ground with an exclamation.

"Come and help me!" the voice rang out again.

Fan Youwei was brave enough to tell that the voice was coming from the sarcophagus in the corner, what a fucking haunting? On closer thought, the voice seemed familiar, familiar.

"Old fairy!" he finally remembered, and immediately got up from the ground and ran to the sarcophagus.

In the sarcophagus lay a man, a man who did not look like a man, his hair was disheveled, he was much older, and his wine gourd was gone.

"Liu, Grandpa Liu, why are you here, I'm scared to death!" Fan Youwei didn't call him the old fairy again this time, and helped the old Liu Tou lying in the sarcophagus up while speaking.

"When I die, a man should go to the grave when he dies. Lao Liu Tou sat up, brushed his hair, and said expressionlessly.

"Dead, dead, don't scare me anymore. Fan Youwei thought that Lao Liu Tou was teasing himself, so he made a panicked look to cooperate with Lao Liu Tou.

"Do you think I'm going to lie to you? Grandpa is really dead, but there are some things that I haven't had time to say to you, which attracted you. Old Liu Tou reached out and touched Fan Youwei's head, with a slight smile on his face.

Fan Youwei happened to see the hand stretched out by Lao Liu, the skin and flesh had shrunk, and there were traces of decay.

"You, are you really dead?" For some reason, Fan Youwei at this time did not panic as he should be, but became sad, and tears unconsciously welled up in his eyes.

"Fool, there are no gods in this world, grandpa, it's just an old immortal who has lived for a long time, everyone has a day to die, and of course I am the same. Lao Liu Tou said, and touched Youwei's head again.

At this touch, Fan Youwei burst into tears.

Just like when the old Liu Tou carried back his father's corpse, he cried that year, for his father, half out of incomprehensible sadness, half out of youth and ignorance, crying this year, for this immortal in his eyes, for no reason, but crying heartbreakingly.

"Okay, don't cry, grandpa has something to say to you. Old Liu Tou withdrew his hand and said softly.

"Uh-huh!" Fan Youwei nodded, and tried to wipe away the tears on his face with both hands, but the tears flowed like rain.

"Remember the day grandpa said that if one day grandpa is gone, Sanqing and his father are also gone, so you must take care of Sanqing?" asked Lao Liu Tou softly.

"Remember, remember ......," Fan Youwei replied with a sob.

"It's good to remember, it's good to remember!" Old Liu nodded with satisfaction and continued: "I originally planned to let Sanqing stay here for a few more years and go out when I grow up, but now I can't, this place is no longer a pure land, and the magic barrier has been opened, and I can't take it back!" Old Liu Tou's tone was full of regret, and he reached out to take the wine jug, only to find that his waist was empty, so he could only smile helplessly.

"Grandpa, I didn't understand. Fan Youwei was confused when he heard it.

"Youwei, if grandpa lets you run away from home now and leave Fanjia Village with Sanqing, do you dare?" Old Liu Tou looked at Fan Youwei and asked.

"Dare!" Fan Youwei replied firmly without even thinking about it. In fact, leaving is one thing he has always wanted to do, but he has never had the courage or reason. How could he be willing to be locked in this deep mountain for the rest of his life.

"Very good, but you have to remember that no matter what happens in the future, you can only believe in Sanqing and one person, the world has changed, and people's hearts are unpredictable. ”

"Grandpa's words, I will keep it firmly in mind!" Fan Youwei stopped crying, his face was full of determination.

"Okay, go back, get out of here tonight, go as far as you can! Grandpa should go to sleep. Lao Liu Tou touched Youwei's head for the third time, and it was also the last time, and then lay down again, but he didn't close his eyes.

Fan Youwei got up, knelt down again, kowtowed three times, and said softly: "One for my father, he owes you, and he can't pay it off if he is a ghost, and the other is for my mother, she is a poor person, but if it weren't for you, she would only be more pitiful, and the other one is my own!" After kowtowing, Fan Youwei got up and left the tomb.

Standing at the mouth of the cave, there was a breeze blowing on my face, drying the tears left on my face. The rope reappeared in the original place, and Fan Youwei slowly returned to the ground, leaving without looking back.

Just when Fan Youwei passed by the City God Temple and looked at Sanqing, who was sitting alone on the edge of the Buddhist shrine, the cliff wall of the back mountain collapsed, and the entrance of the cave was heavily sealed by the falling rock.

Fan Youwei glanced at the direction of the back mountain, glanced at Sanqing in the temple, and walked into the village quickly.

In the temple of the City God, Sanqing slowly got up and made a gesture towards the back mountain.