I took Chaoyangjun and hurried to join the old dragon. Seeing us rushing over, Lao Long immediately said that there was a Taoist priest living behind Baiyun Tan Mountain, who was the master of these Taoist priests in the town, and now he no longer does a dojo when he is old. Someone instructed him to invite the old man out of the mountain. Baiyun stall, Baiyun stall, Baiyun stall again! I haven't even slowed down after listening to the story of the old lady, so you let me go to Baiyuntan...... Can I say no? The old dragon said that he was stupid and wanted to pull me there. As soon as I saw that it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, I should hurry.

Led by the villagers, we crossed the river and walked towards Baiyuntan. The current Baiyun stall is the location of the Taiping Town Primary School, and the judicial office is also next to it, so there is no trace of a mass grave or a temple at all. Along the way, I asked about the old Taoist priest, and the villagers said that the old couple was at home, and their son and daughter-in-law went out to work with their little grandson. I thought to myself that this would be fine, and if he didn't want to, I could still do the work through his wife. As we spoke, we had come to the door of the old Taoist priest's house. The house is located next to a small stream, and the courtyard is deliberately surrounded by red bricks. "Don't say that this old man's living conditions are not bad." Chaoyangjun and I stood in the courtyard and looked at the layout of the courtyard, a typical small farm yard. It's just that at the moment the door is closed, and the owner doesn't seem to be at home.

"Master Zhang! Master Zhang! The accompanying villagers knocked on the door, but no one answered. Looks like we're running for nothing. Suddenly, I heard, my mother! Before I could understand what was going on, I saw the old dragon sit on the place.

"Yes, Mr. Long is standing firm." All I said was that he slipped and slipped. didn't laugh a few times, but saw the old dragon with a wry smile on his face, pointed to the window and said, "When you really carried Nima, which ghost uncle hung that in the living room of the main house." ”

I hurriedly went over to help the old dragon, and I listened to Chaoyang Jun call me over. I walked to the window, followed Chaoyangjun's guidance, and saw through the glass a painting scroll hanging in the living room. It depicts a fierce king, wearing a crown, a python robe, purple fangs, a bamboo whip, and three kneeling slaves at his feet. The painting is lifelike, and at first glance it looks as if the person in the painting is about to break free from the confines of the paper. No wonder our dragons are always scared.

After calling for the door for a while, but there was still no answer, we turned and left. Suddenly, an old man came out of the side of the house, walked up to us in a few steps, and asked us what we were doing here. The accompanying villagers hurriedly introduced, this is the Master Zhang we want to invite. I quietly looked at the old man in front of me, with a broken straw hat, a hoe, a towel on his shoulders that could no longer distinguish the color, a few holes in his undershirt, and his feet were covered with mud. Ho! Are all the current masters so close to the people? If you look at the masters on other people's TV, they are all crane-haired and childish, fairy-like and fairy-like...... The person in front of him is not like Mr. Daoist, but more like an elder of the beggar gang.

"You're here for Li Fenglan's business, right?" The old man asked, and opened the door and ushered us into the main hall. The old man went into the back room to change his clothes and let us wait in the main hall. Taking advantage of this gap, I carefully studied the painting I had just seen. Fang Cai didn't see the details clearly through the glass, and the slaves at the king's feet were clearly the same as the legends he had heard before, all of them were bleeding, his eyes were wide and frightened, and there was an inscription on the side, which seemed to be in seal style, and he couldn't understand what was written for a while.

After a while, the old man turned out of the inner room, opened his mouth and said, "I heard about Li Fenglan's death yesterday. But I haven't taken over the dojo for many years, and everyone in the town knows that you can go to my apprentice for some sa, so why bother to run to me. "The old man didn't seem to want to take over. The old dragon hurriedly handed over the cigarette and told the story of today's encounter.

"Hey, it's not sensible to strangle some babies!" When he heard that his apprentices were unwilling to take over the dojo of Cousin Long, the old man was very angry, "I have taught them before, the dead are the greatest!" Regardless of whether this person did good deeds or did many evil deeds during his lifetime, it was his underworld, and there was naturally karma. We are in the Taoist profession, and we run a dojo to surpass the soul, which is a matter of accumulating yin virtue. ”

"They said my aunt died a strange death, and they were afraid that they would not be able to control the scene." The old dragon whispered.

"Hey!" The old man was about to laugh angrily, "I also heard about your aunt's death, and that was her retribution." What's not in town, it's all. Now that everyone is gone, what we should do is to do a good job of the afterlife. ”

There is a door! I hurriedly answered: "So we came to invite the old man to go out of the mountain." The old man is highly respected in Taiping Town......"

The old man waved his hand, interrupted me, and said with a serious face: "It's no wonder that they don't answer, I also know their real concerns." I can take this dojo, but let me make it clear to you first, Li Fenglan's dojo will be more troublesome than others, you have to prepare more things and be sure to do what I say. ”

Concerns? I couldn't control my mouth for a while, and blurted out: "Is it related to the legend of Baiyun Beach?" The old man was stunned for a moment, and nodded his head as a tacit acquiescence. I looked at the painting on the wall and asked the old man if this painting was also related to the legend of Baiyuntan. The old man did not answer, but asked me where I had heard the legend. I told him that I had only heard it in the morning from a lady surnamed Wang. The old man actually asked me if I was a policeman or a journalist...... How? Can't ordinary people be a little observant?

I don't know if it's curiosity or competitiveness, but my mind tells me that I can't let the old man ask anymore, and I have to take the initiative. I told the old man that I was just an ordinary clerk, and before he understood what a clerk was doing, I asked him, "Old man, this painting must be of the legendary king, right?" The old man nodded. Now I think of the legend, the person in the painting is not three-headed and six-armed, although he is a fierce god and evil but the costume of the Son of Heaven, more like the shape of Zhong Kui in the temple or the Ten Palaces of Yanjun.

"Are you sure this is a portrait of that king?" I pointed in the direction of the white cloud stall, and said in my heart, you old guy, don't be happy with me. The old man didn't answer directly, but shook his head there. I'll just say that this old immortal washed my brain! Before I had a seizure, Old Man Zhang stood up slowly, walked to the picture, and said to me: "Listen to my old man (father) say that this painting was painted by our ancestors, and it is already the thirteenth generation that has been passed down to me. Many of our ancestors were Taoist priests, and some people painted this picture based on the legend of this Baiyun Beach. I think it's the king who should be drawn. "Wow! Your dojo is still an ancestral craft, and it looks like we've hired the right person.

"I've seen a lot of portraits of emperors, but very few of them are painted like this." Chaoyang Jun's stuffy gourd came to me at some point and pointed at the painting, "He is stepping on a slave, much like Xia Ji on the ancient portrait brick." ”

Speaking of Xia Ji's portrait bricks, it is natural to think of Xia Ji's self-proclaimed sun and enslaved the people. I couldn't help blurting out, "Isn't this the oppression of the toiling masses!" ”

The old man pondered for a moment and squeezed a sentence out of his mouth: "No! I remember when I was a child, an elder told me that the following three people were holding a ceremony. "Rituals? I guess the old man misremembered the age. How does this painting look like the oppression of the toiling masses by the feudal tyrannical monarch.

"Actually, I don't understand one thing. Everyone said that Li Xian died a tragic death, and those of you who know Taoism also say that her death has something to do with the legend of Baiyun Beach. Since the Maitreya Temple in Baiyuntan was here to suppress those cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, why has the temple been abandoned for so long, and that thing has only come out to harm people now? "I don't know when a thought crossed my mind to wonder if it could be someone's murder through legend.

Chaoyang Jun understood my thoughts, and said sarcastically: "I said Jing Kejun, do you usually watch too much "Detective Conan" and "Young Bao Qingtian", you don't want to say that there are people here imitating and killing." ”…… Isn't that? Have you experienced less strange things in the past two days? Since you all attribute those things to the richness of my thinking, what is wrong with the contemptible person now reasoning about the facts of the case with his rich thinking?

The old man shook his head, and said that this kind of thing is not something that ordinary people like us can understand. I was about to ask about the portrait inscription, but the old man went straight back to the back room, and it was a long time before he came out. He first asked the villagers who had come with us to contact his apprentice. Then he handed the old dragon a piece of paper, telling him to be sure to prepare the above items by the time of the evening, and he would bring someone with him later. The old dragon is naturally a thousand thanks, I see that the time is almost 6 o'clock, this belly is already empty, this Nima has to be bought, and it has to be arranged, you can't want the horse to run and the horse not to eat grass. Thank you again the old man, pull the old dragon and Chaoyangjun, let's eat.

When we returned to the mourning hall, Lao Long's mother and her party had already arrived in Taiping Town. At this time, Aunt Li was enduring her grief and talking to the deputy mayor. Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, Chinese have always looked at rebirth, old age, sickness and death, so Meng Ziyun: The health practitioner is not enough to be a big thing, but sending death can be a big thing. Regardless of whether such a big thing can be done on a few of our young children, with the character of the three of us, it is absolutely inevitable that we will get things off target. Lao Long introduced the current situation to his mother, and everyone got busy after a clear division of labor. Looking at everyone's busy figures, especially Lao Long and Chaoyangjun were also in the middle, I felt quite emotional-I said that I would have dinner! I'm so hungry!

About an hour later, Old Man Zhang led his apprentice to the mourning hall. After a few words of greeting, he instructed his disciples to start arranging the dojo, which was nothing more than hanging statues of Buddha and Yan Jun, and the content was mostly about karma and other topics, while the old man himself was writing hard at his desk. I looked closer, and I didn't recognize a word. I am secretly happy in my heart, and others say that ghosts draw peach charms, which is not referring to this kind of calligraphy work. Seeing that I was "appreciating" on the side, the old man didn't mean to stop writing, but just buried his head and asked, "Can you understand?" ”

You old man has washed my brain again, who can understand this Nima! Our Chinese teacher didn't teach it. I could only smile awkwardly and reply politely: "I don't understand, I'm just interested." ”

The old man stopped his pen and said rather melancholy: "There are not many people who are interested in our old things now. "I don't even know how to answer this time. I suddenly looked up and saw a painting hanging on the left side of the Buddha statue, which was different from the others, and it looked very simple compared to other paintings. The painting depicts a three-headed and six-armed god general, with a face or anger or joy, each holding a magic weapon in his hand, and the most important thing is that the god general kneels at the feet of a row of villains, all of whom are bleeding from all seven orifices, with painful expressions and crying complaints.

I look at the paintings, and then at the old men around me......

I'll go!