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On this day, in an ancient town in the mortal world, the drizzle was continuous, and the autumn wind was whining. The town is very prosperous, even in such hazy weather, there is an endless stream of tourists who come to the ancient town to visit the mountains and rivers.

A three-foot-wide bluestone paved road is quite old, and the rough texture has been polished by time to make it bright and smooth. The eaves on both sides are all blue-gray, and the low corners of the walls are mostly mottled and moss. Even if you walk through it on a sunny day, this old street still exudes a damp smell, with the smell of rotten wood, the smell of wet clothes, and the smell of old people.

Groups of old people gathered around a rustic teahouse drinking weak tea, a burning iron stove in the center of the hall, the hearth emitted a red fire, the boiling kettle sitting on it was steaming, and someone ran in from the outside in a panic, breaking the tranquility inside.

"Three masters, three masters? Go back quickly, I'm afraid the third grandmother won't be able to. The stunned young man who came in shouted hurriedly before he could adjust to the dim light of the room, ignoring the rainwater dripping in his hair.

"Third Master Wu?" Someone pushed the old man who was leaning in the rattan chair and squinting, full of white hair, because he was close to the fire, his face was ruddy, his mouth was slightly open, and he was snorting gently.

"Third Master Wu?" The others accentuated their tone, and at this time, the stunned young man who was running errands finally found his third master, seeing that the old man was confused and unclear about the situation, tears rolled around his eyes, and he stepped forward and grabbed a handful, "Three masters, three grandmothers...... It's time to go back! ”

The old man named Wu Sanye finally came to his senses under the swaying of his nephew, "The third grandmother is leaving!" Stunned Qing shouted with a heavy cry.

"Ahh Wu Sanye stood up in a panic, just woke up from the dream, his whole body was weak and had no strength, his heart was jumping, and after a few heavy breaths, the old man pushed away his nephew and ran out.

"Third master, where are you going? Home is here! The stunned young man chased after him, and found that the old man was running to the east of the town in the rain, and the sudden change made him cry out in a hurry.

Visitors looked sideways, looking at the old man who walked like a young man in amazement, and the half-sized boy behind him obviously couldn't keep up with his rhythm, running out of breath and then crying.

Wu Sanye is ninety and six this year, and Wu San's grandmother is three years older than him, just after her ninety-ninth birthday.

Falling asleep in the teahouse just now, Wu Sanye had a strange dream. In the dream, a little doll carved in pink and jade told him: On November 30, 2016, his wife died without illness, and asked him to go back to say his last goodbye to the old lady earlier.

It was three o'clock on November 30, and there was only half an hour left for him, and instead of going home to see the old lady for the last time, he went to the ancestral hall of the village. In his dream, the little doll was sitting on the offering table in the ancestral hall, and his intuition told him that if he went to see him, the old woman's life might be saved.

At this moment, thousands of kilometers away from the ancient street where Wu Sanye is located, there is an antique ancestral hall. For thousands of years, it was the place where the aborigines of the town worshipped their ancestors, and the faint smell of pious incense in the hidden corners, but now it has been developed into a tourist attraction for people to visit.

The huge room is transparent from north to south, with a door echoing each other, and the dark wood and carved window lattices in the room show the traces of time, which makes the whole room oppressive and heavy.

At this time, a tour group came in, about a dozen people, most of whom were fifty or sixty years old, wearing red vests uniformly issued by the travel company. As soon as he came in, someone started taking pictures, and the balls sitting on the offering table and nibbling on his fingers frowned, and the camera's flash "clicked", which stabbed his eyes very uncomfortable.

"Mother, you are also a member of the immortal class, why do you want to hunt ghosts and subdue demons? Besides, how old am I, and you asked me to dress up as Xiaolongbao? If you let that Aunt Meat Bun know, she should make fun of me again! ”

Squatting under the offering table, the green-clothed woman holding a peachwood sword stretched out a jade hand and patted the kid's buttocks, "Good, Xiaolongbao is not easy to deceive, don't come to the mortal world with me if you say anything." Besides, we are going against the sky and going backwards into the time tunnel, Xiaolongbao is too small, and if you accidentally enter the void, it is not easy to explain to your father. ”

The woman's crisp and sweet voice was like spring water flowing through a mountain, "You help my mother this time, and when I go back, I will persuade Baozi, and strive to let her agree to your marriage as soon as possible, and by the way, give me a meatball grandson as soon as possible." ”

"Huh", the balls that felt that the buttocks were pinched by the mother's mother jumped up, and yelled, "Mother, I'm 20,000 years old, why are you still pinching my ass!" Besides, who wants to take that stupid bun? Addicted to being a fairy king? I haven't been able to make the cut for so long, isn't it stupid? Maruko blushed angrily, but now it is the little doll's hands and feet, and he can't reach his back with all his legs, and he kicks the incense burner on the table angrily and floats into the air to sulk.

The dilapidated Eight Immortals offering table staggered, and a person came out from underneath, this person had a delicate face, looking forward to the brilliance, the beautiful long hair was casually tied with a ribbon behind the head, and the white skirt was covered with an emerald green tulle, looking at the little milk baby floating in the air with a smile, "Stinky boy, you are two million years old and my son of Huang Doudou!" What point of the bun is not worthy of you? I don't think you can climb high! ”

When the two were arguing, a couple happened to slap the incense burner on the table of the Eight Immortals.

"Husband, is there an earthquake?" The woman was in her fifties, with her head full of wavy curls and a pair of gold-wire glasses on the bridge of her nose, slapping and screaming with a sudden fuss.

"Ahh Wife, I also feel like an earthquake! The man who was supporting her next to him also shouted, "Tour guide, tour guide, there is an earthquake, run!" ”

Everyone gathered around in shock, "Old Yu, what's wrong with you?" Where are the earthquakes? Don't be alarmist, okay! Someone ridiculed.

The tour guide was a young girl, frowned slightly and said with a smile, "Teacher Yu, there was no earthquake, I have warned everyone in advance, don't take pictures of people's ancestral positions when you go to the ancestral hall, this is all with gods, be careful of being blamed!" ”

Teacher Yu, who was reprimanded, was half frightened to death because the incense burner on the table suddenly dangled around, and was taught by the little tour guide, and he wanted to attack with anger, and his arm was pinched by the wife next to him and shook his head to signal him not to speak.

After everyone sneered, they dispersed to look at the scene, and found that their actions had caused mortals to notice that the two of them were grimacing at each other, and fell silent. Huang Doudou stared at the woman with gold-rimmed glasses, "Maruko, do you smell a strange smell on this woman?" ”

Maruko rubbed his pinched buttocks, even if he was 20,000 years old, he was still the most dearest and beloved baby, rubbing his mother's big breasts coquettishly, frowning and saying, "Well, it's the breath of the osmanthus demon." ”

(To be continued.) )