"Little brother, you and the one next to you are together, are you really not here to calculate? If you help him calculate, it's okay, there is a discount today, 5% off, after this village, there will be no such store. "

Don't you want to let you go?

Cheng Yubai was stunned, raised his head and said a few words to the white-clothed monk, then turned around and returned and sat on the bench in front of the stall.

The Taoist smiled and stretched out his hand, motioning for the young man to pick up the sticker.

Cheng Yubai pursed his lips and suddenly said: "I don't draw lots, I just want to ask, if you count a hexagram, can it break the disaster or bring good luck?"

"Neither."

"In that case, why count? What should come will always come, and if it is a disaster, if you foresee the outcome in advance and have no ability to change, it will not add to your own troubles. "

"Yes, why do you count, why do you count ......?"

The Taoist looked tangled, hugged his head, and kept pulling his hair.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. The saint is unkind, and the people are dogs, and between heaven and earth, it is still unkind? Void but unyielding, moving and getting more and more. The way of heaven is natural, and it is better to keep it in the middle...... Am I on the wrong track all these years? "

"Forehead ......" Cheng Yubai laughed dryly, scratched the back of his head, and was careless, as if he was driving a madman.

Maybe the white-clothed monk can still sit down with him and talk about it, but the status is not equal, and it is estimated that the white-clothed monk is not happy, so let him come over and mention a few words, which is the limit.

As for him...... He couldn't understand anything that was false, real, moving, or static.

Cheng Yubai picked up the talisman on the table and wanted to retreat: "Don't worry, you think slowly, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

The Taoist ignored him, and when he saw the white-clothed monk who came to lead the man with a cat, he couldn't help but murmur: "It's strange, it's a rootless tree, but it grows gold...... Interesting, interesting. "

"Rooted in the earth, ten thousand trees make gold."

.........................

Cheng Yubai pulled Li Mu to walk a few steps quickly, and when he couldn't see the stall at all, he revealed the blessing bag he was holding tightly in his hand, looked up and asked, "Kunwu, this talisman is useful?" How do I feel that the person is not very reliable, no different from a street fortune teller, it is really not...... Liar?"

The white-clothed monk opened the blessing bag and looked at the talisman paper inside, and was silent.

That stall is the place where the causal threads are most densely wound, and most of the abnormalities in this small village are related to that stall.

But there is no problem with this charm.

The white-clothed monk folded the blessing bag again and returned it to Cheng Yubai: "It's useful." Take it away, don't lose it. Take it with you just in case, although I hope we'd better not use it. "

Just like the walls of the loess courtyard that are rammed by other households, Gu Xi's house also encloses the courtyard. It is said to be a courtyard wall, but in fact, it is a row of old fences that are crooked. Cheng Yubai stopped at the door of the lonely yellow mud house and knocked on the door.

After a chaotic sound, an old voice came from inside the room, with obvious anticipation and joy: "Is Xi'er back?" Come in, my mother didn't lock the door, but I'm afraid that if you come back one day, you won't be able to enter the door. Today is your birthday, my mother's eyes are not good, I can't make longevity noodles, I borrowed a few eggs from Aunt Liu next door, and boiled happy eggs for you, thinking that if you can't go back today, you can eat hot after a day or two. "

Cheng Yubai was stunned outside the door, watching the old woman groping on the ground with difficulty and figuring out the spatula that had fallen under excitement.

I don't know how to answer. How could a blind old mother cruelly tell her about her son's death when she was preparing to celebrate her son's birthday with all her might?

What to do, to say, or not to say?

Cheng Yubai subconsciously looked back at the white-clothed monk, and the other party shook his head and signaled not to talk too much.

The white-clothed monk walked over, picked the woman up, then stooped down and picked up the spatula, placed it on the stove, and then retreated to its place.

"Thank you," said the old woman, smiling kindly, and turning her head sideways, "who are you?"

"Oh, we are friends we met on the way to Gu Xi, and we want to borrow it for one night."

"Mother, don't bother, you go over and rest, I'll cook it here."

This is...... Gu Xi's voice?!! But isn't Gu Xi already ......

Cheng Yu reacted violently, it was impossible for Gu Xi to come back, and the voice just now came from his side, and there was no one else at the scene except for himself, the cat, the white-clothed monk, and Gu Da Niang. He didn't speak, the cat and Aunt Gu couldn't do it at all, and he didn't move his lips when he saw the white-clothed monk.

So who is the one who speaks?

Is there really a ghost......

Cheng Yubai was taken aback by himself, and instantly got goosebumps.

The white-clothed monk looked at his suddenly stiff facial expression with interest, and shook his head with a smile, this person should have seen a lot of gods and ghosts, how could he still react like this?

I made a mouth shape for him: ventriloquism, pay attention to cooperation.

Then the white-clothed monk pushed Cheng Yubai, who was stunned, over.

"Auntie, Gu Xi said that today is his birthday, and he has to rush back, you, just listen to him and rest."

Cheng Yubai reacted, hurriedly added a handful of firewood to the stove that was about to go out, and responded dryly: "Yes, yes...... We are all friends of Gu Xi, you go and rest, here we are. "

The old woman wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and sighed with a smile: "Xi'er, I've made a new friend, it's so good, my mother is so happy." Mother won't make trouble here, make a few more dishes to greet the guests, don't slack off. "

"Got it, you go lie down first, and call you to eat later."

The old woman shook her head with a smile and teased: "Old man, my son is older, his wings are stiff, and he is beginning to dislike me as a blind old lady." Xi'er, when you grow up in the future and marry your daughter-in-law, your mother will go out and live alone, and she will never drag you down. "

"How can it, mother, there's no shadow! It's too early to marry a daughter-in-law! Besides, after marrying a daughter-in-law, you can't forget your mother, I, I'll take you with me for the rest of my life. "

Cheng Yubai was shocked by the other party's coquettish words, although his voice was different, but he knew very well who the person who said this was, and he laughed sullenly.

One didn't hold back the "poof" sound, and burst out laughing, how pointed Li Mu's ears were, and his eyes slanted, Cheng Yubai was calmed back by a look, and desperately covered his mouth.

"You, you, it's just sweet, just make your mother happy. In the future, coax your mother to come back with a daughter-in-law, and let your mother hold her eldest grandson as soon as possible, which is your mother's greatest wish. However, if you have a daughter-in-law, you can't deceive her with rhetoric, if your father knows that he broke your legs, our old Gu family has no such descendants. "

The white-clothed monk looked embarrassed, and raised his forehead and said, "Mother, you go quickly, I still have guests here!"

"Look, my mother is old and has a bad memory." The old woman shook her head and sighed as she left the stove.

Help, I was laughing so happily just now, I didn't pay attention to the bundle of wet firewood stuffed in, and I couldn't open my eyes because of the smoke at this moment, Cheng Yubai kept rubbing his eyes, and tears were dripping from his eyes.

Seeing this, the white-clothed monk turned back to the cat and said, "Mao'er, you hold on to your aunt, I have something to say to your little uncle Gu Xi."

"Okay, get the job done!" The cat grinned and caught up with Aunt Gu, "Auntie, the cat is carrying you away." "

"Hey, good boy......"

...............................

"How about it, I'll see."

Cheng Yubai turned his face, not wanting him to see his embarrassment.

The white-clothed monk broke his face and said gently, "I haven't seen you like anything, don't make trouble, be good."

"Do you ......" Did this person take the wrong medicine, or did he plan to admit it?

Cheng Yubai subconsciously wanted to continue rubbing his eyes, but was caught.

The white-clothed monk looked at him like a little cat, his face was covered with black ash, sighed, a little funny, and felt a little pitiful, and reached out to grab his white wrist: "Don't rub, don't rub, your hands are dirty, be careful when the dirty things go in."

The young man stopped his hand and said aggrievedly: "If you don't rub me, don't let me rub it, what do you say?"

This foggy big eye is full of trust and attachment, and it really looks like a milk cat.

The white-clothed monk chuckled, "You wait."

Cheng Yubai looked at the back of the white-clothed monk leaving, and pinched his thighs fiercely, ahhh.......h Pain Pain ....... So, it's not a dream?!

Soon, the whitefriar came in with a basin of hot water, and at a glance he saw a silly smile on the young man's face.

"I ...... I didn't mean to laugh at you. "

"I know."

"When did you learn ventriloquism?"

"Years ago."

"If you pretend for a while, you can't pretend for a lifetime, we have to leave tomorrow, where can we conjure a son for her?"

"There was too much wear and tear when she was young, and now she is riddled with serious illnesses, and she only has seven days to live at most."

The white-clothed monk dipped his handkerchief in water, wiped his face with patience, patiently wiped the black ash off his face, and his red eyes were revealed, and the young man's expression of wanting to cry or not to laugh was condensed on his face, which looked pitiful and ridiculous.

"Is there no way?"

"Seven days, it's already the limit, she is now back to the light, this is still the result of someone plundering other people's anger to give her life. But now, this village, apart from a few of us, has no life to plunder. "

Cheng Yubai's teeth trembled a little, and when he remembered that he was now in a ghost village, he was still coveting himself, and he felt uncomfortable: "You mean that the villagers we met were all ......"

"Yes, they can't be counted as living people, but they can't be called ghosts either, and in between, they should be called "walking corpses".

He has a certain amount of wisdom and acts on instinct, and will keep repeating the actions of a certain day before his death. Transform once a month. Brutal and bloodthirsty at night, they rely on killing each other's own kind to strengthen themselves, and stop from the next day onwards, forgetting everything. "

"Then the fortune teller we met, is he also a walking corpse?"

"No, he's not, he's alive. But ......"

"Not a good guy, isn't it! I knew he wasn't at ease! All fortune tellers are not good people!"

When the young Taoist shouted to tell him his fortune, he kept staring at the white-clothed monk with strange eyes, and said to him vigorously: "It's strange, it's a tree without roots, but it produces gold."

Jin Mu Xiangke he knows, the two are not incompatible, isn't this cursing people!

What's even more infuriating is that the white-clothed monk replied: "Rooted in the soil and ten thousand trees produce gold." Then he patted him on the head and pulled him away.

The white-clothed monk washed the veil again, put it on the young man's eyes, and said lazily with a smile: "Oh, the opinion is so big, I can also tell fortunes, what should I do?"