Xiao Laodao heard my grandfather say this, frowned, turned his head to Xiao Shiyi next to him and said, "Eleven, take out all the treasures that you took out of the tomb this time." ”

When Xiao Shiyi heard this, he hurriedly went to relieve the burden on his body, and my grandfather was puzzled when he saw this, and asked Xiao Laodao: "Brother Xiao, what are you doing here?" Xiao Laodao waved his hand and didn't explain to my grandfather.

Xiao Shiyi quickly untied the burden, put it on the ground and opened the baggage, revealing all the treasures inside.

Xiao Laodao and the three of them are masters and apprentices, in fact, there is a clear division of labor, especially the burden they carry, the big burden on Xiao Chujiu's body, and the tools used to dig the soil, sledgehammers, shovels, ropes, crowbars, etc.; Xiao Laodao carried the evil magic weapons used in the tomb, yellow talismans, copper bells, peach wood swords, etc.; Xiao Shiyi carried the least number of things, only some incense, candles, paper fires and the like, but he was also mainly responsible for the treasures in the tomb, but all the objects taken out would be put into his baggage, empty baggage into the tomb, full of burden out of the grave. Just because he is a child, no one would have thought that the priceless things would be on him, if he encounters a robbery, he will generally focus on Xiao Laodao and Xiao Chujiu, and Xiao Shiyi will take advantage of people's inattention and hide with the baby.

This time, a total of eight objects were taken out from the tomb, except for the crutches in Xiao Chujiu's big baggage, the other objects were all in Xiao Shiyi's baggage.

Xiao Laodao squatted in front of the baggage, took out five objects from it, and took out a black cloth to wrap all five objects. Standing up from the ground, Xiao Laodao handed the black cloth burden to my grandfather, and said earnestly: "Brother, except for the crutches, golden toads and plates, the other items you have taken are here, you take these." ”

My grandfather looked at the black cloth bag in amazement, didn't reach out to pick it up, and asked, "Brother Xiao, what do you mean?" ”

Xiao Laodao looked calm, "It's not interesting, brother, brother will be honest with you, brother, I have been digging graves for so many years, not for myself, otherwise, brother, I would have washed my hands in a golden basin a long time ago, you take these few things, give them to those great monks, let them take them to the mountain pawn, and rebuild the temple." ”

When the master heard Xiao Laodao's words, his heart was immediately relieved, and he was even more respectful of Xiao Laodao, arched his hand at Xiao Laodao, and said: "Brother Xiao's benevolence and righteousness, I admire it!" ”

Xiao Laodao waved his hand, "What is this, your brother and I dig graves and do this detrimental deed, not for myself, but for the sake of the common people in the world, sacrifice my life for righteousness, and you will understand in the future." ”

Hearing Xiao Laodao say this, the master didn't say anything more, because he couldn't get in touch with "stealing graves and digging graves" and "the people of the world".

Taking the black cloth bag and putting it on his shoulder, the master arched his hand at Xiao Laodao again, turned around and walked down the mountain. When the little ghost monkey saw it, he wanted to follow, Xiao Laodao hurriedly stopped it, if it followed, it would be troublesome.

Xiao Laodao led Xiao Chujiu, Xiao Eleven, and the little ghost monkey into the mountain forest next to him, and found another path down the mountain.

My grandfather was alone, and walked down the path to the bottom of the mountain for a short distance, and met with the monks under the mountain, but he was at that time, after all, he was here to steal the grave and dig the grave this time, and it was best not to let these monks see his true face, so he took out a horse coat from the baggage and wrapped it around his head, leaving only a pair of eyes.

When he appeared in front of the monks with his head covered and his face covered, the monks were startled, and they all stopped, and the monk at the front yelled at my grandfather: "What person! ”

My grandfather also quickly stopped and said, "You are the master in the mountain temple, don't get me wrong, I am just a pilgrim who goes up the mountain to worship the Buddha." ”

The monks looked at each other, and the monk in front shouted again: "Our monastery never accepts pilgrims, what kind of person are you!" ”

My grandfather didn't answer in a hurry, but looked at the monks, there were seven monks in total, an old monk with a gray beard, and the other six were of different ages, some big and some young.

The one who spoke was a young monk, looking eighteen or nineteen years old; Behind him was the gray-bearded old monk with a Zen staff in his hand; Behind the old monk, there were four monks, two of whom seemed to be wounded and languid, and were supported by the other two; Behind the four monks, there is also a young monk, who looks like he is in his twenties, and seems to be behind him.

After looking at a few monks, my grandfather wondered in his heart, and said in his heart, how could there be two injured, could it be that the little ghost monkey injured them?

My grandfather couldn't help but ask, "Are the two masters in the back injured?" ”

The young monk was about to say something, but the old monk touched him lightly, and the young monk hurriedly gave way to the monk. The old monk took two steps forward, glanced at my grandfather, and said kindly: "The donor went up the mountain late at night, I'm afraid it's not to burn incense and worship the Buddha, right now, this mountain is not very peaceful, the donor should go down the mountain quickly." As he spoke, the old monk turned around and motioned to the other monks to get out of the way for my grandfather, and a few monks in the back hurriedly stood on the side of the road and gave way to the road.

Seeing this, my grandfather stood still and said to the old monk, "Master, you can go down the mountain with me, I have just come down from the mountain, and there is a landslide on it, and the temple has been collapsed by the stones falling from the top of the mountain......

"What?" Before my grandfather finished speaking, the old monk looked surprised, "You, what you said is true?" ”

My grandfather nodded, "It's true, I saw it with my own eyes." ”

"This—how is this possible......" The old monk looked a little at a loss for a while.

When the monks heard this, they began to talk about it, and after a while, one of the injured monks, said to the old monk weakly: "Senior brother, this person ...... This person's origin is unknown, and he doesn't need to show his true face, his words...... Not credible! ”

When the old monk heard this, he was noncommittal, stabilized his expression, put his hands together, and bowed to my grandfather, "Thank you for telling the donor, please go down the mountain, even if there is a landslide on the mountain, we will live and die with the temple." ”

My grandfather said, "Master, you can't go up the mountain, the mountain is still falling stones, and it will be very dangerous for you to go up." ”

The old monk drooped his eyelids, "Donor, please go down the mountain quickly." ”

My grandfather's lips twitched twice, and just about to say something, the little monk beside the old monk shouted: "You are less deceitful here, if you don't go, get out of the way for us, let's go!" ”

My grandfather didn't let me, this mountain road is very narrow, there are steep rocks on both sides, if my grandfather doesn't give way, the monks can't pass at all.

When the little monk saw that my grandfather was standing still, he shouted, "What do you want!" "The little monk obviously didn't have enough concentration, so he was immediately furious, and he came over to grab my grandfather's collar.

At this moment, I don't know where there was a long mooing of "woo woo", which sounded like a wolf's howl, the little monk immediately trembled, retracted his hand, and turned back to the old monk behind him and shouted: "Master, is that thing coming!" ”

The monks turned around and looked down the mountain, but it was dark and the rain was pouring down, so they couldn't see anything.

After the wolf howling stopped, the little monk stabilized himself, and shouted at my grandfather, "Do you want to get out of the way!" ”

My grandfather still stood still.

"If you don't get out of the way, I, I'll fight with you!" As he spoke, the little monk stretched out his hand again and grabbed my grandfather's collar, but before he could catch it, the little monk's eyes bloomed, and when he came back to his senses, his wrist was pinched by my grandfather at some point.

My grandfather twisted his wrist slightly, and the little monk suddenly screamed "oops", and one arm was grabbed by my grandfather.

Seeing this, all the monks were anxious and shouted: "What do you want to do, let him go!" ”

My grandfather looked at the monks and said calmly: "You follow me down the mountain, and I will let him go." ”

When the monks heard this, they all showed a trace of fear, and my grandfather felt that they were not afraid of themselves, but of other things. At this time, the old monk clasped his hands together again, and said to my grandfather without hurrying: "Donor, why don't you go up the mountain with us, stay in the monastery for a night, and leave tomorrow at dawn." ”

My grandfather frowned suddenly, is this old monk stupid in chanting scriptures, my grandfather raised his voice and said: "Master, I have just said that there has been a landslide on the mountain, and the temple is gone, you should go down the mountain with me!" ”

When the old monk heard this, he sighed lightly and said, "Now, I'm afraid that the mountain is not very peaceful, did the donor hear the wolf howl just now?" ”

My grandfather was stunned, he had even killed dragons, is there anything terrible about wolves, but my grandfather still nodded lightly and asked rhetorically, "Is there a wolf pack in this mountain?" ”

The old monk shook his head, "There are no wolves, only one wolf." ”

When the master heard this, he almost didn't laugh, and asked again: "Master, there are so many of you, you won't be afraid of a wolf, right?" ”

The old monk showed a trace of bitterness on his face and said, "This is not an ordinary wolf, this is a white-haired wolf demon!" As he spoke, the old monk turned his hand back and pointed at the two injured monks, "This is my junior brother, and my apprentice, both of them were injured by the white wolf demon......

"What?" My grandfather was a little confused, wondering in his heart, and didn't think much about it, so he blurted out a question, "Weren't they injured by a ghost monkey?" ”

"Ghost Monkey...... What the hell monkeys? The old monk also looked a little stunned, stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What did the donor say...... But the demon who smashed our Buddha hall? ”

When the old monk asked, my grandfather "chuckled" in his heart, it was broken, he said the wrong thing, and no one else had said it yet, so he said it first, isn't it a self-confession.

In my grandfather's subconscious, I always thought that it was the little ghost monkey who injured the monk, who knows, there are other things on the mountain......