One winter

A young blind man fell at the village gate because he was sleepy, hungry, and cold.

The villagers, who got up early in the morning, found him at the gate of the village, hurriedly carried him home, put him on a fairly warm kang, covered him with a quilt, fed him a few bowls of two-rice porridge and ginger water, and barely saved his life.

When he woke up, he thanked the villager who saved his life, and promised that if the villager had anything to do in the future, he would help solve it if he asked him.

The villagers looked at his torn padded jacket, his ragged cotton hat, and his long dirty and toshy. I thought it was just an ordinary refugee fleeing the famine, so I laughed it off and didn't pay attention to it at all.

Later, the young blind man recovered almost completely, and did not choose to leave the village, but stayed in the dilapidated ancestral hall at the end of the village, which lasted for two years.

He usually doesn't have much contact with the people in the village, and no one knows what he eats every day and what he relies on to survive the biting winter.

No one is idle to drive away the young and blind, and the ancestral hall is almost unattended, and there is nothing to pay attention to if you stay for a poor person, just don't come out to make trouble.

The villagers got the news through the village children when they went to the ancestral hall to play, saying that the young blind man's surname was Jin and he was a person from outside the Guan.

But I don't know what the name is, and I don't know where I live outside the gates.

Whenever he looks at him, the people in the village will politely call him a golden blind man, there is absolutely no mockery, and if he doesn't know his name, he has to take a nickname, which can also be well-known and remembered in his heart.

No matter who the young blind man hears him call him a golden blind man, he will smile shyly like a yellow flower girl, without saying too much, and he looks particularly introverted.

If he meets someone he knows very well, he will politely say hello in Mandarin, or simply say a few words to his parents.

The only strange thing is that on the fifteenth day of the new year, he will bow to the sky, kneel one step at a time, and be an ascetic more ascetic than an ascetic.

The villagers would ask him what he was doing at first, and he would never respond. The villagers simply didn't think they were used to it, and they didn't pay attention to him anymore.

The ordinary life, until this summer, there were waves, the youngest son of the villager Lao Xiang's family, who had saved the life of the golden blind man, led a group of children to the reservoir in the next village to play because he was naughty.

That thought, went six children, and drowned two alive.

The youngest son of the old Xiang family was witty and quick-witted, and he didn't swim into the depths, which was a fluke, but after returning home, every night, the youngest son would shout for help and don't come.

After shouting, he will get up, without saying a word, leaning on the kang horn, staying overnight and sleeping, and not eating or drinking during the day, so that after a few days, it looks like he is going to die suddenly.

Seeing that his son is going to die, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, and he is the only seedling in the family, in the era when the inheritance is extremely important, no one can stand it.

The blind man suddenly came to visit and said that there was a way to solve the problem of his younger son.

Facing the blind man, Lao Xiangda didn't believe him in his heart, and there was no other way. Go to the county hospital, the family has no money to treat it, and I went to it once, and the treatment effect is a little unsatisfactory.

Moreover, the youngest son's condition has gradually become serious, and it has reached the point of crying, making trouble, and hanging himself.

So a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, let the blind man get it.

Even in summer, the golden blind man still wears a winter cotton jacket and a cotton hat, and this cotton jacket and cotton hat seem to have died on the golden blind man.

And the most strange thing is that the golden blind man withstood the scorching sun, did not change his clothes or bathed, did not sweat on his body, did not smell, and was not at all like a fool outside, but he made himself old and buried, and he smelled strange.

Except for the shabby clothes, the golden blind man looks quite ancient, if he tidies up his hair and washes his face, he is no different from the white-faced scholars and cultural talents of the previous dynasty.

It's a pity that if he were a normal person, maybe the people in the village would introduce his eldest daughter to him and let him take root in the village completely.

The golden blind man walked into the pigsty with the support of Lao Xiang.

Why is it to walk into the pigsty, because the old people who lived in the village before said that pigs have pig bones, and the pig bones of the dead pigs are made into pendants, and they are worn to the heels of children's necks and alive, which has the effect of driving away evil spirits and avoiding disasters.

Lao Xiang raised pigs, it should be said that he barely raised a pig, and during the Chinese New Year, he wanted to kill the pig in exchange for money, buy two new clothes, or furniture, or give the child a good meal.

If you can't kill the pig, then get close to the pig, let the pig gas and the pig of the live pig be frightened to suppress the strange disease of your youngest son.

The golden blind man couldn't see the miserable situation of Lao Xiang's youngest son at this moment, his hands were tied together by hemp rope, tied to the railing on the side, and a towel was stuffed in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide, and his legs were useless to control.

From time to time, two muffled growls erupted from his mouth, as if he was telling of unbearable pain, and he was tortured beyond recognition, and his liver and intestines were broken.

"Hmph~" The old mother snorted twice, retreated, didn't want to pay attention to the madman in front of her, and thought to herself: The old lady is also an omnivore, if you don't have something to eat, you can't be hungry, otherwise I will be the first to eat you.

The golden blind man patted the meat of the spiritual old sow back mound with his hand, and the old sow arched and relaxed, and reluctantly walked to the corner closest to the pigsty door, staring at the pig food and no longer moving.

"I have also heard a little about Ling Lang, and I will listen carefully to the grievances." The golden blind man took off his precious bread, reluctantly listened to the position, took two steps forward, found the right position, and accurately buttoned the cotton hat on the face of Lao Xiang's youngest son

Holding down the cotton hat with his right hand, he pinched out a handprint with his left hand that he didn't know was that sect, and read with a righteous mouth: "There is a mountain when ghosts come, and there is a lock for people to walk, and ghosts don't come when people go, and ghosts don't come when people go."

The handprint of the left hand was flipped forward and backward twice, the palm of the hand rushed down, and slapped on the top of Lao Xiang's youngest son's head, and then the golden blind man bent down and put his ear to Lao Xiang's youngest son's mouth through the cotton hat, and his ears would tremble slightly.

He maintained a strange posture, listened carefully, and responded from time to time: "Uh-huh, okay, I know, don't be like this, let's disperse, I'll go in a while and get this done."

After the golden blind man raised his head and put the cotton hat on his head again, Lao Xiang fell asleep peacefully to his youngest son, and he didn't toss around.

"Golden Blind...... Mr. Kim, how's it going? Lao Xianggang habitually said the nickname of the golden blind man, but he didn't feel that it was too appropriate, so he said the title of the local person who can drive away evil spirits and catch ghosts.

The golden blind man took off his sunglasses, revealing a particularly round open, but he couldn't see anything, Gujing's eyes were waveless, and he frowned and pondered: "Since the mountain god who beat us is gone, we are not too peaceful, Ling Lang went to swim in the reservoir, there are water ghosts, but when the mountain god was there before, he didn't dare to come out and talk blindly, now the tiger is not in the mountain, the monkey is the overlord, plus the two preparatory mountain gods in the mountain, only care about cultivation, regardless of the world, so he began to kill."

"When did the mountain god leave? We have worshiped him for so many years, why is he gone? What a white-eyed wolf! Lao Xiang looked at his son's current appearance, and began to grin, complaining that Hu Xian, who had gotten up early and protected them in the dark, came.

The corners of the golden blind man's mouth trembled slightly at an angle that Lao Xiang couldn't observe: "Don't talk nonsense, there are no mountain gods, maybe how many people you will have to die."

"It's me who is wrong, it is me who is wrong." Lao Xiang Fang realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly apologized to the air.

The blind man put his eyes back on: "Where is the river?"

"Xiaowang Village next door." Lao Xiang answered the question of the blind man while untying his son, and then asked, "What should I do next?" Can my son be okay? ”

The golden blind man thought about it for a while, and said with great momentum: "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell."