The next morning, when Wu Yue got up, his master was lying on the bed with him on his back as usual, Wu Yue quietly walked out of the door and quietly closed the door. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info then went to cook on the fire, laundry and collect firewood, and when Wu Yue came back, he didn't see his master get up, and thought: Master usually gets up early at this time, how can he sleep until this time today. Wu Yue returned to the bedroom, saw that his master's sleeping posture was exactly the same as when he left in the morning, walked over, and shook his master, "Master, master, get up!" However, a dead man can not react, Wu Yue found that his master did not have a snort, sat on the ground on the spot, he has not yet reacted, the first time he really saw death, he first covered his master with a quilt, and when he turned around, he found that his master wrote a letter to him, while reading, while running down the mountain, running, those tears flowed down his cheeks, and because he didn't look at the road, he fell a few times on the road, and a pair of small hands had broken skin and bleed. The squirrels and ants on the road could no longer attract him. He remembered that he was still wondering if Master would die last night, who would have thought that this morning, Master would die, who would have thought that?

Wu Yue ran all the way down the mountain, and the people in the village saw that Wu Yue was covered with sweat, tears and mud on his face, and he couldn't see his original face anymore. Wu Yue ran all the way to the village chief's house, and shouted before he entered the door, "Uncle the village chief, Uncle the village chief!" Shouting and tripped over the threshold, Wu Yue didn't feel any pain at all, he was face down, he simply lay on the ground, shouting, "Uncle Village Chief, my master is dead!" My master is dead! "When he said 'death', he obviously raised his voice, and the kind of tragic and poignant sound that matched the immature voice of this seven-year-old child, the hearts of those who listened to it were broken. The village chief heard the voice, and when he went out to look, Wu Yue was still lying on the ground, his voice was already small, crying and whimpering, and the village chief hurriedly asked the mother-in-law at home to pull Wu Yue up and go to the village to inform the others.

The people of the village are crowded in the village chief's house, the yard is full of people, the village chief and a few other people who can talk in the village are discussing inside, the village chief's mother-in-law is holding Wu Yue, Wu Yue is no longer crying at this time, but his eyes are stunned and looking ahead, tears can't stop flowing down, so that everyone is distressed when they see it, and those women are there to cry.

The village chief said, "Dao chief, over the years, I have done a lot of things for our village, such as overspending the dead and treating the living, and I have not received a penny. It's a good person, why did he just go? ”

A black-faced man about the same age as the village chief also said, "Who says it's not? Yesterday, I was drinking with the Taoist chief, and I saw that the Taoist chief was very energetic. Who would have thought of such a good person. After saying that, the people below all sighed.

"It's just that since the Taoist is gone, we must always take care of his aftermath! Today we will negotiate a charter. The people discussed it together for a long time and came up with a rough charter.

The people of the village paid for a good coffin for the Taoist chief, and invited a few monks from the temple in the next town. At night, several monks sat around the coffin to chant for Wu Yue's master, Wu Yue's small person, kneeling in front of the coffin, wearing filial piety clothes, was burning paper money in the brazier, quietly, only a few monks could hear the chanting.

On the second day, let the coffin be completed, the coffin was raised, and an elder in the village threw the brazier in front of Wu Yue and yelled: "Spirit", so several young and strong men raised the bar, the drummer beat the drum, and the coffin shrouded the heavy coffin, and it was lifted up in the trumpet of many barmen, and the funeral began. At the moment when Wu Yue lifted the coffin, he threw himself on it, hugged the coffin, and shouted: "Master! Master! Master! After three calls, he fainted and fell to the ground.

When Wu Yue woke up, there was a stranger sitting in front of him, it was the one who talked to Master Wu Yue before, but at this time he didn't know what method he used to remove the strange patterns on his face, it didn't look scary, but it was a little scary.

"Who are you?" When Wu Yue spoke, he was still dumb, probably because he cried a lot.

"I'm your uncle!"

It turned out that that night, Wu Yue's master wrote two letters, one to Wu Yue and the other to this 'uncle'. The letter read: "I know that you will definitely see my letter before Ah Yue, I think about it, over the years, although I have not brought Ah Yue any glory and wealth, any immortality, but I think I have never treated him badly." I rescued him from the well, and I have had so much joy thanks to him over the years. Since you are so determined to be Ah Yue's master, since I can't stop it, and I don't count it, if he is really willing to call you 'Master', that is your ability, but I hope you can treat Ah Yue well, he is a good boy who knows how to repay his kindness, you are good to him, you must be better to you. Although this child is not smart enough, but he is willing to work hard and has perseverance, what does he not know, you teach him more, please be patient. He is still young, if there is anything ignorant, please don't get angry with him, let alone beat and scold him. I have already told him in his letter that you are his uncle, and as for being his master, it all depends on what you do to him. Although I am dead, I don't know what happened to Ah Yue after that, but I am willing to curse the heavens with my soul, if you are not good to Ah Yue, you will not die well, and you will not be able to live forever. ”

"Oh, Uncle Shi is good!" Wu Yue floated back lightly, he was still having a high fever, lightheaded, his eyes were blurred, his eyes were moist, containing some tears that had not been cried, his voice was hoarse and dry, and he had no strength to speak.

It didn't take long for Wu Yue to fall into a deep sleep again, and he didn't know when he returned to Yunmengguan. When he woke up again in a daze, it was already dark, and Wu Yue shouted, "Master, I'm thirsty, Master." After a while, a pair of hands reached out, one hand passed through the back of his head, raised Wu Yue's head, and handed a bowl to Wu Yue's mouth with the other hand. The man's movements were obviously very rough, and the force used was not small, Wu Yue didn't drink much, and the rest flowed down his neck. Wu Yue woke up as soon as he was excited, and then he realized that the person in front of him was not his master, and he thought that his master was dead, and he was going to cry again, and there was a reprimand in his ears.

"What's there to cry about, isn't it just that the master is dead?"

Wu Yue saw that the uncle in front of him had a cold face, his face was full of anger, the uncle originally looked very majestic, but now it looked simply intimidating. Wu Yue was obviously frightened by this shout, and he really didn't cry. His uncle saw that Wu Yue didn't cry anymore, his face softened slightly, stood in front of Wu Yue, and said: "My Taoist name 'Zhiwei' is your uncle, you will follow me from now on, your master asked me to teach you well in the letter, and let you listen to me!" I've already given you medicine, you can sleep tonight, and practice with me tomorrow morning!" ”

Wu Yue thought that the cultivation that his uncle said was the same thing as the cultivation that his master said, and he knew that since then, because of this cultivation, he has started a completely different life.

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