Fu Zhongde walked very slowly, and it took more than a quarter of an hour to reach the Buddhist hall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Mother, my son has come to see you." Fu Zhongde buried his head deeply. Every time I see my own mother, I have a shock from the bottom of my heart. His biological mother can only be described in eight words, oily and plain, and does not hide the national color. I can't imagine what kind of amazing beauty my mother was when she was young.

Aunt Chang frowned and asked, "Didn't you ask you to come to the Buddha Hall less?" ”

Fu Zhongde hurriedly knelt down: "Mother, please help my son." My son now has no place in this house. ”

Aunt Chang turned her back and sighed faintly: "You, you are always too anxious. ”

The voice was still like the tinkling of spring water, mixed with a hint of sweetness, and even the tone in the words was so light that it seemed to be talking about someone else's son.

"Mother, my son knows that you have a way. Fu Manyan has returned home now, and maybe he will soon succeed him as the great master, and after that, we will be even more unable to deal with it. ”

Aunt Chang shook her head: "You go back, now, it's not time for me to make a move." ”

Fu Zhongde frowned: "Then when is it?" ”

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

Fu Zhongde knew that it was useless to talk more, so he could only leave dejectedly.

Cigarettes curled on the Buddhist shrine, and Aunt Chang looked at Mangosteen, who was waiting beside her, and asked, "How long have we been away from home?" ”

"Miss Hui, it's been thirty-five years."

"How's Lychee's hand recovering?"

"Let the water worm live in the meat for a few more days, and her wrist will be back to normal."

Aunt Chang sighed: "Over the years, I have worked hard for you. Soon, soon we will be able to go home. ”

"Yes, miss. I'll be able to go home soon. ”

If anyone is here, they must find it strange, the two of them speak in a strange language, muttering, and I don't know where the dialect is.

Aunt Chang sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the sleeping lychees on the bed. Lychee's face was pale, and the treasure insect was gluttonous in her veins.

To be exact, it is the treasure insect lying in the wrist of Lychee. The treasure insect can spit out a kind of mucus to connect her muscles and veins, but the treasure insect spits mucus and sucks human blood at the same time, which will make people feel severe pain, so every time it is treated, Mangosteen has to make the lychee fall asleep first.

After looking at it for a while, Aunt Chang said, "You look at this, I'll go down and take a look." ”

"Miss, I'd better go down, it's dark in the tunnel, I'll bring him here."

"No, now that Fu Manyan has returned home, you have to be careful in everything."

After Aunt Chang finished speaking, she turned a teacup on the table, only to hear a "clang", and the floor tiles next to the bed cracked. Chang walked down with the corner of his skirt.

It was a narrow tunnel, a far cry from the tunnel of Jade Garden. The tunnels between Cuiyuan and Woxinzhai are all blue brick and stone walls, and the ground is neatly paved, and that kind of work seems to be completed by a large number of craftsmen. This tunnel is a dirt road, narrow and low, and Aunt Chang has to bend her body from time to time to pass.

However, this tunnel is connected to the one between the Green Garden and the Woxingzhai.

Aunt Chang pushed open a stone door and stepped onto the smooth stone floor. This is a fairly spacious stone room.

"Mother, mother."

Aunt Chang smiled, "Mouse." ”

"Mother, the rat is very well-behaved today, very well-behaved."

It was a middle-aged man who spoke, looking at Chang's eyes full of admiration.

Chang gently stroked his head and said softly: "Mother knows that rats are the most well-behaved children." The rat promised her mother that she would never run around, run into the woods like last time, and be seen by others again, and her mother would not like the rat. ”

The man seemed to be about to cry. "Mother, the rat will never run around again, the rat will be here in the future, playing with the fire."

The man spread out his five fingers, and his skin was extremely white, almost white to transparent. But when the palm of the hand turned up, it was all scars. It was a scar from being burned by fire, layer upon layer, and the pink flesh grew out and then burned again, looking pitted.

He stayed in the stone chamber for an unknown amount of time, and the candle on the wall was the only light. There was no sound, no one, and every time he was scared, he stretched out his hand and played with the fire. The scars on the hands are the marks of the fiery kiss.

"Niangniang, there are flowers in the woods, and the flowers are as white as Sister Mangosteen's clothes, and the rats want flowers."

"The flowers are withering, and they won't bloom again until next year. When the time comes, my mother will pick a lot of flowers for the mouse, okay? ”

The man clapped his hands happily, "Huahua, Huahua, the mouse will be accompanied by Huahua in the future." ”

A man in his thirties, five years old and three thick, doing childish movements like a child, is really weird. No, though the man was sturdy, he was not rough, but surprisingly white, as if he had never been in the sun.

He looked at Aunt Chang and Grandma Chang, as if he wanted to express something, but he couldn't say much, and he closed his mouth after thinking about it for a long time.

My mother said that there are bad people outside, and the bad people have to fight whacks, he is a gopher, and the bad people will beat him when they see him. It's stuffy to stay underground, but there's no bad guys here.

Chang pushed the man away from his arms and said softly: "Mother is leaving, come to see the mouse next time." ”

"Niangniang, you have to come to play with the rat more, the rat is not fun alone, I want to, I miss the mother so much."

The man burst into tears instantly, and the transparent tears were imprinted on the transparent skin, exuding a pure and flawless light.

Aunt Chang was ruthless, shook off his hand, and resolutely left the stone room. Following the damp and dark tunnel, she returned to the temple. Then, she quietly walked out of the Buddhist hall and walked towards the road leading to the ancestral hall.

The closer she got to the ancestral hall, the more uncomfortable she became. Before he got close to the stone tablet of "Huairong Hall", Chang felt soreness and difficulty breathing.

Chang stood still against the wall, took a few big breaths, tied a clove knot between his eyebrows, and was full of sorrow.

Still no, the yin qi in the ancestral hall is too strong, and she can't meet her brother if she wants to, so she can only spread the voice through the air.

Chang shouted in his heart, brother, brother, come out and look at me.

No matter how many times she called, the entrance of the ancestral hall was always empty. The sky is gray.

Aunt Chang had no strength at all, so she had to walk through the bamboo forest and return to the Buddhist hall lonely.

"Miss, the treasure worm has sucked enough blood, I took it out."

Aunt Chang nodded her head, "Lychee has lost too much blood, you can make her some blood-replenishing soup to replenish it." ”

"Yes." Seeing that the master was sullen, Mangkhut asked, "Isn't the witch chief still unwilling to come out?" ”

"My brother should have heard me calling him, but he wouldn't answer me."

"Miss, the two of us can't get close to the ancestral hall. Otherwise, when the lychee is ready, let the lychee directly knock out the witch chief and bring it out, and then we will leave here together. ”

Aunt Chang stared for a moment and shook her head, "I'm afraid that my brother has his own plan, and we can't spoil his business." Let's wait and see, I've been waiting for so many years anyway, and it's not a day or two. ”

Mangosteen said no more, walked to the stove to simmer the potion, and threw in a pink bug. This mealworm is an elixir that can quickly replenish blood to the body.

Who would have thought that the Wujia Cordyceps, which had been lost for decades, would appear next to such an inconspicuous Buddhist stove. (To be continued.) )