Meng Gaozhao habitually walked in front of his mother's god card, and whenever he was tormented by those bad things, he would put a pillar of incense on his mother. Treat that spirit card as his dead mother, and silently repent of his mistakes.

"Mother, I'm having nightmares again." Meng Gaozhao took off the blue-gray overalls outside, revealing a soaked white racer-shaped vest inside: "That little girl, I still remember her appearance." ”

"Holy!!" Meng Gaozhao's five fingers clenched, and said with hatred: "Those animals are really not people, such a little girl, they can also do it!" ”

"If I had been a little more bloody at the time, maybe ...... Maybe I'll be able to stop this. The pink "lotus canopy" growing on the top of the little girl's head had fallen into the abyss of his heart more than ten years ago.

At that time, he was also wide, and a lot of money was thrown into the woman's belly, as well as his now flat lower abdomen. Except for the co-workers with whom he got along day and night, few people could associate him with the fat man who had made a fortune back then.

Meng Gaozhao choked up and said, "Mother, I've been hiding for almost thirteen years, and I don't want to hide anymore." ”

"They're coming to me for revenge, so let them go."

He was thinking that his mother, who loved him, might have worked hard for herself, helped her to speak good words, and persuaded those who had stained their blood with their hands not to come to him for revenge.

"I've lived my life so far, and I've already made a profit." Meng Gaozhao thought of the children he sponsored to go to school, and the slow ones graduated from college in only two years, and the fast ones had almost received their graduation certificates.

He didn't have much money to spare, and the funeral home paid his salary on time. As soon as the salary arrived, he had to send money to the children, otherwise, he would harm them again.

Thinking about it, he reached out and touched his mother's spiritual position, and said silently: Mother, you will also support my decision, right?

Meng Gaozhao's outstretched left hand suddenly jumped, and red blood flowed from his index finger, like a magnificent gem.

He wiped the tablet of his mother's god every day, and it was impossible for wooden thorns to appear on it. He stepped forward and treated the two spirit cards carefully and properly, not daring to slack off in the slightest, and he had clearly been pricked by some kind of spike before.

Holding the injured index finger in his mouth, the rusty smell that dissipated seemed to deprive him of his taste buds, and his tongue became a dull strip of meat.

Because it was his mother's spirit card, he didn't dare to slack off the blood oozing from the wound, and after rubbing it clean on his clothes, he directly picked up the spirit card and wrote it - the spirit seat of Xiu'e, the lady of the ancestor Meng Wu family. Above the jujube red spirit card, the lacquer block was slightly peeling, as if it was deliberately lured to him.

You can see that there is a rectangular outline visible above, and this rectangular outline is shattered. This means that someone has touched his mother's spirit card, and it was when he was not at home.

Meng Gaozhao was suddenly shocked, he could allow himself to be hurt, but he couldn't tolerate others offending his mother. In a panic, he wiped off the broken paint with his hands, and the wood inside took on a peculiar dark color due to its age.

The rectangular outline seemed to be a small wooden block, as if something was hidden inside. Meng Gao took a look at another nameless spirit card, which was intact, only his mother's spirit card had been tampered with.

Offerings such as incense burners and fruits are neatly placed on the small shrine table, and the place where the spirit tablets are placed is spotless. It was a credit to him for his daily cleaning, and it seems that the man who had infiltrated his house had cleaned the crumbs left behind by his hands and feet.

Meng Gaozhao only now observed that there were more than three fresh incense handles on the incense burner. The incense he used was not ordinary realgar incense, and those incense candles were obtained by him occasionally going to the Dahua Temple of Eucalyptus Mountain, which was not far from the Yingxing Funeral Home.

The location of Eucalyptus Mountain is opposite to the Dry Bone Mountain where Yingxing Funeral Home is located, and Dahua Temple is an ancient temple located on the top of the mountain. The temple's connection with the outside world is based solely on a 500-year-old artificially dug plank road.

There have been officials who have thought about vigorously developing tourism resources and vigorously promoting Dahua Temple as a tourist hot spot. It is said that the government has also allocated funds for the renovation of the temple and the expansion of the steep ancient plank road, which can only walk two and a half people side by side, to make the road smoother and safer so as to accommodate more people.

It's a pity that the presiding officer of that temple, the Buddha came as soon as he opened his mouth, and persuaded the people who had lobbied in the past one by one to go back. Roughly speaking, monks have to keep the precepts, and it is inconvenient for them to participate too much in worldly affairs, which can easily affect their spiritual practice.

It's such a lame reason to persuade those lobbyists to go back, and that's where it feels most incredible. Insiders revealed that those people's determination is very firm, and seven or eight follow-up development plans have been prepared.

The people of Modri are not convinced by this reason, and the official version is to protect the historical monuments and the ecological environment, so only the Dahua Temple is protected and tourists are allowed to visit the mountain on their own. In a word, it is the same as before, and everything remains the same.

And the people who live in Modri City, even if they are not Buddhists, have a half-understanding of this Dahua Temple under the influence of their parents. People who have been to Dahua Temple to pray for blessings say that the Buddha of Dahua Temple is effective. From small things such as losing the key, running away from your dog, and poor mental state, to major things such as business transactions, changes in officialdom, and serious illness of family members, it seems that this Dahua Temple is shrouded in Buddha's light, and you can often see some dignitaries donating a lot of incense money to the temple.

It's a pity that they were all rejected by the host of Dahua Temple one by one, and no matter how arrogant people came to this temple, they were all as well-behaved as quails. I heard that it was a middle-aged elder brother with an inky background, and he insisted on sending the money to Dahua Temple to preside over it. The host didn't accept his money, he felt that the other party looked down on him, and called his group of younger brothers to symbolically scare the other party. Then he swept all the sacrifices on the altar to the ground, and threw all the futons outside the courtyard gate.

However, the host did not compromise and still asked him to take the money back. The big brother didn't dare to make trouble, so he could only say a cruel word, and then leave with the younger brother, planning to stuff the money another day.

It's a pity that no one has seen the big brother since then, and there is news that the big brother has a little brother who drove into some people who can't afford to offend. The entire gang was uprooted, washed and sent to a prison cell.

Meng Gaozhao couldn't tell why he thought of asking the host for incense and candles, he just wanted to put on a few pillars of incense. So that the Buddha can bless his mother to be safe and secure below, and not to be bullied by other imps. He himself did not think that because of a thought, the incense and candles he had received were offered and brought home to his mother to light them, which might be good for his mother. I tentatively asked the host for the incense and candles, and then succeeded in asking for some.

The host also told him that he could go to the temple regularly to get incense and candles, and he would not be charged a penny. When I asked the host why, he only said that he had a relationship with the Buddha.

Although he didn't know how the host saw that he was related to the Buddha, he still accepted these incense candles with gratitude, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed several loud times.

There are three distinctive incense butts inserted on the incense burner, and the other incense butts are all dark yellow, only the three protruding incense butts are purple and black.

He reached out and pulled out one of them, rubbing it with his fingers, as if soaked in a foul-smelling liquid.

Holding the spirit card that his mother had been manipulated by, Meng Gaozhao hesitated. There is a saying in their hometown that once the spirit card is established, it cannot be moved, otherwise it will not be good for the ancestors below.

Mother, I'm sorry.

Meng Gaozhao was half guilty and half hesitantly looking for a small starter. When the things at home were broken, he was reluctant to spend money, so he bought a lot of tools and learned to repair things by himself to save money.

The end of the driver was smoothly inserted into the gap of the rectangular outline, and with a strain of his right hand, the rectangular wood was clamped out by Meng Gaozhao with pliers.

He didn't know a few big characters, and he asked the owner of the store that sold the treasure to help write it. Now it's damaged, so I can only find the boss again and help write another piece.

The fan in the room creaked and let out a mournful sound, and the three fan blades slowly stopped rotating. The stuffy air in the room, without the agitation of this old-fashioned fan, is like a sauna.

The heat seemed to turn into substance, sticking viscously to his face. Sweat was oozing like an unturned faucet.

He originally wanted to go to the thrift market and get a new fan for himself, but now he can only think about it in his head.

Shaking off those chaotic thoughts, he looked at the deep groove at the top of the spirit card with one eye. He slept for nearly five hours in that dream, and the afternoon sun was exceptionally abundant, even in the gloomy old building where he lived. There is also light that accidentally leaks in, through this dazzling spot of light. He saw a small white object hidden in the groove, and when he pulled out his fingers, it turned out to be a folded white piece of paper.

Carefully unfolded the paper, and it was densely filled with a word, which happened to be one of the few words he knew. The paper was shockingly filled with blood-red dead words, tadpole-sized words, as if they had come to life and wanted to crawl on his wrists.

Meng Gaozhao was so frightened that he hurriedly threw away the paper and rubbed his eyes.

Maggots, how can there be maggots on paper?!

He thought about the nightmare, the worms that had burrowed into his body. The sweat snaked down his back, itching like a bug wriggling behind his back. This thought frightened Meng Gaozhao's lips white, and he slapped himself in the face, and his mind finally cleared up.

The paper that was thrown out lay quietly on the ground, and Meng Gaozhao squatted down and slowly stretched out his right hand. That plain piece of paper, in his eyes, was like a poisonous scorpion under a stone.

Gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and grabbed the piece of paper again, hallucination, it must be an illusion, it must be that I was wrong.

Spreading out the paper again, the sweat in the palm of his hand soaked the paper, and Meng Gaozhao's heart relaxed slightly. Those bugs were indeed his hallucinations, and the shock brought to him by the symbol in the paper had an even greater impact on him.

That symbol...... That symbol......

How so? How so?

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