"Help...... Spare me...... Ah......h

This is the third time he has had the same nightmare in the past few days, and according to local superstition, if a dream is repeated more than three times, it proves that the dream will soon come true.

The wife next to him was startled by his scream, but she seemed to be used to it, and she didn't speak, so she turned over and fell asleep again.

As soon as he turned over and sat up, he reached out and took the cigarette and lighter from the bedside table, lit one on the faint light that came in from the window, and sucked it hard.

The bright and dark cigarette butts reflected half of Qiu Dafu's face below his nose, I don't know if he didn't sleep well or if it was like that, I saw that his chin and face were densely covered with beards.

The clock in the living room struck three times, and Qiu Dafu's eyes fell on a certificate hanging on the wall, although in this dim light, he couldn't see what kind of certificate it was, but this certificate had been memorized by himself.

It was a certificate awarded to the S City Sanda lightweight champion, and the name of Qiu Dafu was filled in by the winner, but the date under the certificate was filled in ten years ago, July 1999.

Qiu Dafu, who couldn't sleep anymore, simply turned over and sat up from the bed, grabbed a shirt and put it on, dragged two slippers, and didn't care whether his wife Huang Xing'er was noisy by him or not, he just opened the door and went down to the street.

At three or four o'clock in S City, probably because it was still the height of summer, there were still people walking around on the street. Qiu Dafu hurriedly ran to the street for supper, found a random stall, asked for some barbecue and beer, and sat there to eat and drink.

While eating him, he remembered the dream just now, and he always felt bored in his heart, and he didn't even notice when the boss walked to him.

Qiu Dafu is an old acquaintance of this food stall, especially on hot days, he will come to eat and drink every other day, and then gossip with the boss's family, which is also a pastime.

Although Xiao Ye came to S City from other places to do some small business, but because of his lively mind and warm and thoughtful customers, don't look at it as just a small supper food stall, the regular customers in his hands are handful.

Seeing him drinking with his head down silently, the boss Xiao Ye knew that he probably had something on his mind, and it happened to be the time when the flow of people was the least, so he walked over and prepared to chat with him and explain it.

Hearing that Qiu Dafu was worried about the dream he had in the past few days, Xiao Ye also remembered this statement about dreams here, and having the same dream for three days in a row will definitely become a reality.

Seeing Qiu Dafu's unscrupulous appearance, after the enthusiastic Xiao Ye drank two glasses with him, he suddenly remembered someone, patted Qiu Dafu's shoulder, and told him about this person's situation one by one.

Qiu Dafu looked at Xiao Ye suspiciously, a little unconvinced of what he said, Xiao Ye spoke in Chongqing, patted his chest hard, and swore that this person would definitely be able to help Qiu Dafu, telling him to believe his words.

Listening to what Xiao Ye said, Qiu Dafu nodded and secretly thought in his heart: "Okay, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, but he is just a fortune teller, not necessarily afraid that he will not be able to talk nonsense, and besides, it is just throwing some money, ask him to take a look, just break the fortune and eliminate the disaster." ”

Seeing that the time was not early, Qiu Dafu put the rest of the wine and food into his stomach in a few clicks, in fact, he still cared about his dreams very much, but after listening to what Xiao Ye said at this time, his heart was steady.

According to Xiao Ye, Qiu Dafu brought a red envelope of 200 yuan, took a shower and changed into clean clothes, and came to Choma Mountain in the western suburbs of S City early in the morning.

Walking on the winding and undulating mountain road half-hidden among the trees, stop from time to time to enjoy the scenery of the mountain, although the Choma Mountain has neither the strange peaks and mountains like the five mountains, nor the beautiful and unique like the pines and stones of the Yellow Mountain, but looking at the verdant layers of green all over the mountains, it is still very refreshing.

It was only more than seven o'clock, and there were already many people climbing up on the road, and I didn't know whether to go to the Taoist temple to worship the gods or climb the mountain to exercise, Qiu Dafu, who was caught in the crowd, walked slowly and leisurely, and had already left the troubles caused by the nightmare behind.

Choke Horse Mountain is a tourist attraction excavated in S City recently, in fact, the mountain can be regarded as a scenic spot, only the Choke Horse Taoist Temple built in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties.

Legend has it that there is a white-bearded Taoist chief in this Taoist temple, whose name is Piaoyaozi, who looks at astronomy and geography, knows half of the heavens and knows everything on the earth, and it is also said that he easily does not arrange fortunes for others, and as long as he is willing to guide you, then he will be saved.

Although there is a nose and an eye for this in S City, if it weren't for such a terrible dream for three consecutive days, Qiu Dafu never believed much about it.

At this time, he stood in front of the gate of the Taoist temple, listening to the sound of the Taoist priests doing morning classes in the Taoist temple, and looking at the pious worship of the good men and women in front of the mountain gate, he was infected, and his heart couldn't help but rise a trace of worship.

The little Taoist boy who was waiting at the door, who looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a lovely look, he heard that Qiu Dafu had come to ask the Taoist to interpret his dreams, so he sang with a smile, and trotted all the way into the temple to report to the master.

After a while, Xiao Daotong ran out again and told Qiu Dafu that Shizun invited him in. After speaking, he led the way forward and guided Qiu Dafu to the inner view.

Qiu Dafu was secretly happy, and said that it was difficult to see the true face of the Taoist, but he didn't expect that he was received for the first time, and it seemed that he was really blessed with a great fate, and it was estimated that the dream was just an accident.

Dao Tong led Qiu Dafu through the Taoist house that he entered one after another, and he didn't know how many times he circled around the temple before he stopped outside an ordinary Taoist hall in the depths of the Taoist temple, pushed open the half-covered door, and whispered to Qiu Dafu to enter by himself.

Entering the door, the hall is simple and unpretentious all around, in the middle there is a portrait of Taishang Laojun closing his eyes and fingers, the color of the painting should be an antiquity, plus the smoke rising in the incense burner, it makes people doubt to enter the Taoist fairyland.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Dafu couldn't help but restrain his heart, lowered his breath, stood respectfully by the door, and solemnly sighed for a while, before he dared to raise his eyes and look at the fluttering man who was meditating cross-legged with his eyes closed.

A real person with fairy wind and bones, I saw him wearing a moon-white fine silk robe, holding a Taoist bun with white silk of the same material on his head, holding a handful of horsetail refined dust whisk in his hand, and his head and face were all white.

Qiu Dafu didn't dare to disturb his Qing Xiu, standing at the entrance and not daring to move, but he saw Piaoyaozi's eyelids raised slightly, and a superb gaze swept towards him, just in line with his gaze, which shocked Qiu Dafu for a while.

When he was trembling, he first took the initiative to put the sealed 200 yuan red envelope into the merit box, and then walked to the Taoist chief and stood up.

"Dao Chief...... I ......" Qiu Dafu didn't understand what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Donor, Poor Dao knows what you are asking. Now there are only a few words to tell each other......" As if knowing what he was going to ask, Piaoshazi had already interrupted him and said it directly.

"Forgive others and forgive others, what kind of cause you plant will have what kind of effect, no one can untie it for you, everything is still in your own mind......" After speaking, Piaoyaozi closed his eyes again, and said no more than half a word.

Qiu Dafu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and he wanted to ask something more, thought for a while, and spoke again: "Dao Chief, my dream ......"

"Why is the donor obsessed, this is your calamity, you just need to remember, you must leave three points of mind, not all of ...... love"

I don't know what mechanism Piaoshazi pressed, but I heard a thin bell ringing far away, and after a while, another little Taoist boy walked in and saluted Piaoshazi.

Piaoyaozi didn't even open his eyes, waved his hand lightly, and Dao Tong turned to Qiu Dafu: "Donor, please go back......

Walking on the way down the mountain, Qiu Dafu was full of depression, he felt as if he hadn't said anything, and then carefully recalled the scene just now, which still made him feel confused.

The dreams that he had to have every night in the past few days automatically appeared in his mind again, projected like a computer.

In the dream, Qiu Dafu was chased and killed, he didn't run away everywhere, and that person kept following him, constantly chasing and slashing him with a sharp knife.

At last he ran back to his house, but as soon as he opened the door, the man was guarding his house, and when he saw that he had thrown himself into the net, the knife in his hand came down against his head.

In this terrible dream, Qiu Dafu was killed by this person, and also divided the body into many pieces, and the most disgusting thing for Qiu Dafu was that when he was dismembered, his eyes stared at it without blinking.

It wasn't until he was completely chopped into countless pieces, poured into a pot and boiled with water, and the water overflowed the pieces of his body, that he felt a heart-rending pain, screamed out loud, and completely woke up from his dream.

The dream of the past three days has become clearer and clearer every time, and even the plot in it is exactly the same, I don't know why, he wants to see the murderer's face very much, but he can't see it all the time.

Qiu Dafu squatted on the halfway of the choke mountain, took out a cigarette and smoked it fiercely, he couldn't figure out what he should do now, according to the words of the old Taoist priest, I am afraid that this dream he has will really come true.

While smoking, he thought hatefully: Damn, is this dream true or false, and what do the words of the old Taoist priest mean?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, the more upset he became, Qiu Dafu suddenly felt that everything was so confused, and everything made him upset.