Impermanence asks for his life, and it is not Xu Yan's life that he is asking for, but the life of his master Xu Daoyuan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Master's limit should have arrived a long time ago, Xu Yan knew this very well, because the master's body was too weak, but he didn't want to lose the old Taoist priest who depended on him, so from the age of nine when he first saw the impermanence outside the Taoist temple, he went into the mountain alone, spent a day and a night, risking being taken away by a wild wolf, and finally found a wild ginseng that was more than 100 years old, and the life of the old Taoist priest was continued by those mountain ginseng that Xu Yan would pick every once in a while.

That's six years!

The time for black and white impermanence to appear is getting shorter and shorter, last month, Xu Yan just found a mountain ginseng in the mountains, but he didn't expect that impermanence that would only appear in the past three or five months would reappear only one month later.

Chengyun Temple enshrines the statue of Sanqing, for Taoist monks, impermanence will not be unreasonable, every time will quietly wait outside the Taoist temple, waiting for the old Taoist priest's yang life to run out, and every time he sees impermanence, Xu Yan will definitely go into the mountain to find ginseng.

This time, it's no exception.

Old Tomb Mountain is the name of a barren mountain, after the death of some old people who have no children in Linshan Town, they will be buried in this barren mountain by the neighbors, because there are more and more tombs on the barren mountain, it is called Old Tomb Mountain over time.

"Xu Yan, are you afraid of ghosts, every time you enter the mountain, you wrap a red rope around your wrist. ”

A half-grown child surnamed Li said disdainfully, the posture was clearly laughing at Xu Yan for being too timid, his family was a big family in Linshan Town, there was no shortage of meat to eat, and he just went into the mountains to have fun.

"Who said that Brother Yan is afraid of ghosts, but Brother Yan is not afraid!"

A little girl named Xiaohua wrinkled her nose and hugged Xu Yan, the little girl had just turned ten years old, the youngest of these teenagers, the coarse cloth dress she wore was dragged on the ground, obviously picking up the clothes of her sister at home, her body was thin, her face was yellow, and she looked like she was six or seven years old.

Being hit by a little girl, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy surnamed Li suddenly said dissatisfiedly: "He is not afraid, why should he wrap a red rope around his wrist? My mother said that the red rope is to ward off evil spirits, and he is obviously afraid of ghosts!"

"Okay, okay, who is not afraid of ghosts, don't I also have a red rope. ”

A slightly older sturdy boy raised his hand, and he did have a red rope wrapped around his wrist, but the red rope was very old, and the red was not clear, and his name was Tiezhu, and he was the child of the blacksmith's family, and he led the team every time these children entered the mountain.

"Your red rope was worn when you were sick when you were a child, and it has long since been worn out of color. The young man surnamed Li obviously knew the origin of the red rope on Tiezhu's wrist, and said unconvinced: "Xu Yan's red rope is new every time, he is just timid!"

On the mountain road, the young people chattered, discussing the question of the bold and the timid, while Xu Yan walked at the end, listening with a smile, never justifying, and rarely interjecting, looking a little stupid.

The children in Linshan Town all know Xu Yan's habit of fetching water and sprinkling all the way, so everyone thinks that this little Taoist priest in Chengyunguan is a little silly, but Xu Yan's ability to throw stones is really powerful, and it is difficult to catch hares in the mountains if they do not lay traps in advance.

Maybe the quarrel along the way got angry, and when he came to the foot of the mountain, the young man surnamed Li was already blushing and his neck was thick, it didn't matter what others said, what he couldn't stand was Xiaohua's little boy's oath, and Xu Yan's always smirking expression.

At the foot of the mountain, a young man surnamed Li pointed to the tombs on the hillside and asked, "Xu Yan, you say, are you afraid of ghosts!"

As soon as he shouted in such a loud voice, the other teenagers were all a little unhappy, because once the hares were disturbed, they would flee, and the truth of the three holes of the cunning rabbit, these teenagers who often catch hares know it.

Under the loud questioning of the other party, Xu Yan still had that kind of simple smile, and said, "I'm afraid, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"I, I'm not as timid as you!" The young man surnamed Li said a little louder in order to give himself courage, and the word cowardly echoed in the mountains and forests.

Xu Yan still had a somewhat silly smile, and said slowly: "The mother-in-law of the Zhang family on East Street just passed away three days ago, and she was also buried in the old tomb mountain. ”

When it comes to Granny Zhang, who has just passed away, not only the young man surnamed Li, but other teenagers are also a little frightened, but these young people often chop wood or hunt hares in the old grave mountain full of tombs, and there are many of them, and they are not too afraid.

In order to prove his bravery, the young man surnamed Li raised his head and said: "I have heard a lot more ghost stories than you, I am not afraid, as long as I shout, the ghosts and ghosts will be scared away, woo!

The young man surnamed Li who shouted at the foot of the mountain made the others annoyed for a while, with this kind of person following, it is strange that he can hit the hare today.

As soon as the other party shouted like this, Xu Yan's smile gradually faded, and his eyebrows wrinkled without a trace.

Xu Yan didn't care about the hare at all, the purpose of his entry into the mountain was to look for ginseng, and it was small to scare away the hare, once he scared away those ginseng spirits with aura, it would be in vain.

More than 100 years old ginseng will give birth to ginseng spirits, others can't see it, Xu Yan can see it.

If the old ginseng has no spirit, then the effect of the medicine must be reduced by at least more than half, and it will not be able to renew Xu Daoyuan's life at all, the red rope on Xu Yan's wrist is used to catch the ginseng spirit, and only by tying the red rope can the ginseng spirit be imprisoned in the old ginseng.

Rubbing his head helplessly, Xu Yan stopped the young man surnamed Li from shouting and asking, "Since you are not afraid of ghosts, have you heard the story that the mother-in-law of the Zhang family told the last time?"

"The most, the last story?" the young man surnamed Li said suspiciously: "Is it the fox fairy who broke into the yamen at night to save the unjust prison, or is it the title of the snow girl who sent money to help the scholar on the gold list?"

Xu Yan shook his head, and said in a somewhat low voice: "It seems that you haven't heard it, it's not the fox fairy or the snow girl, but the story of painting cakes." ”

Most of these half-grown teenagers have heard the story told by Zhang's mother-in-law, but no one has heard the story of the painting cake, so the curious children began to urge Xu Yan to talk about the painting cake, Xu Yan did not shirk it, and the voice was slightly low.

"A scholar who went to Beijing to catch the exam, passed through a long cemetery, he walked and walked, and he couldn't go to the end, hungry and afraid, at this time, an old woman appeared in front of the scholar and asked him if he wanted to drink saliva.

The scholar was frightened, did not dare to drink the water from the cemetery, shook his head and only said that he was not thirsty, the old woman heard his stomach gurgling, so she asked him if he wanted the baked flatbread, the scholar was so hungry, thanked him and took the flatbread, and ate it as he walked.

When he took the first bite, he found that his left ear couldn't hear the sound, when he took the second bite, his right ear couldn't hear either, and after the third and fourth bites, his eyes couldn't see until he took ten bites, and there was only one mouth left on the scholar's face, and his nose, eyes, and ears were all gone!"

When Xu Yan said this, he paused slightly, and the teenagers listening to the story next to him swallowed their saliva at the same time, and the young man surnamed Li stood opposite Xu Yan provocatively, pouting, although his legs were a little trembling, he still made a look that he was not afraid of this story at all.

"When the scholar flipped over the half-eaten flatbread......" Xu Yan's voice became deeper, and he said a little gloomily: "On that half of the cake, his own face appeared, and he was holding his own face and eating it as a flatbread." ”

There are some scary stories, especially next to the cemetery, the surrounding teenagers are very frightened, the young man surnamed Li is opposite Xu Yan, his face is white with fright, but he is still pretending to be calm.

Xu Yan smiled, turned around and said: "I don't think it's scary, how can there be ghosts in this world, after the mother-in-law of the Zhang family told this story this morning, I still joked that it wasn't scary at all......"

After Xu Yan turned around and said this, the young man surnamed Li behind him even began to tremble his teeth, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Xu Yan's story is indeed not scary, but the mother-in-law of the Zhang family on East Street died three days ago, why did she tell the story this morning!

Xu Yan, who turned his back, took out something from his arms, rubbed his head, and suddenly turned around.

He was holding a large cake in his hand, and there was a gap in the cake, which was bitten off by something, but the shape was not something that a human mouth could bite out, it was a little narrow, and the edge of the gap was covered with long tooth marks.

"Strange, my flatbread, who has bitten it?"

Xu Yan looked down at his flatbread suspiciously, while he raised his head expressionlessly, and asked blankly at the young man surnamed Li in front of him, "Do you know?"