Looking at the tomb, Zhiqing's eyelids jumped, and he was speechless in surprise.

Xiao Ming smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Chen, this is not Master's, it's my father's well-dressed grave." ”

"Oh." Zhiqing, who breathed a sigh of relief, decisively went to look at the tombstone, and wrote the word 'Luo Ming' on it, nodding and saying, "What is your purpose in taking me to see your father's tomb?" ”

A complicated look flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes, "My father, he did a lot of despised things in his lifetime, but after he passed away, he repeatedly gave me dreams, gave me hints, and hinted at protecting Master's ......" He recounted this, affected by emotional fluctuations, and his eyes were already moist. Taking a deep breath, his eyes red with tears, he deliberately looked into the distance in disguise, and his eyes swept at random on the undulating bamao tidbits in the wind. After stabilizing himself, he retracted his gaze again, smiled apologetically and bitterly, and told Zhiqing a story that happened half a month ago.

Half a month ago, Xiao Ming's mother inadvertently destroyed the yin and yang eyes on Zhong Kui's forehead because of careless operation. Of course, the mother and wife who are the parties are unaware, but they are just surprised that the light at that moment, how can it be missing?

Zhong Kui, who is dying, is about to die. His mother and wife prepared old clothes for him to be buried in, which he had to wear when the dying person entered the coffin.

The so-called red stripes come and red stripes go, which is also the truth. Whether you are rich or destitute in the world, at the moment of death, you can't take anything with you. The only thing is to wrap a lifeless stinky skin in plain clothes, and let the people who are still alive toss around.

Burials can be made here, usually in the ground, because there are slopes and forest gardens in the mountainous areas where the bones of relatives are buried. What's more, many of these slopes and forest gardens are idle, as long as they do not violate the land law, they can be arranged at will.

Just when Xiao Ming and his mother helped Master change out of his dirty, smelly clothes. The wife ran in in a panic and said that there was a wandering monk outside.

Xiao Ming didn't know what the monk was doing. His mother told him that the monk was commonly known in the local area; 'Yunshui Monk'. That is, the two meanings of cloud and water in Buddhism; The first is that the monks who travel are like flowing clouds and water, free and unhindered, and the other is that they live naturally like clouds in the sky and water in bottles.

"The monk of the wandering party is the fate?" Xiao Ming glared at his wife's gaffe and asked in a low voice.

The wife shook her head and said, "No, I'll give him rice, shake my head." Give him the money and shake his head. Whatever he gave him, he shook his head, and he didn't say a word, just stuck at the door and didn't leave. ”

A black line appeared on Xiao Ming's face, and he scolded in his heart: Damn, what is it? So he asked his wife to help and walked straight out.

Sure enough, at the door, there stood a male monk dressed in orange plain clothes, bald head, with his hands folded, straddled an orange coat with low eyebrows and drooping eyes.

Out of courtesy, Xiao Ming also folded his hands, "This master, is there anyone who needs our help?" ”

The monk did not look up, and sang in a low voice: "Amitabha, the poor monk is here to see a doctor. "When he speaks, his voice is loud and loud.

Swindler? Hearing that the other party said that he was seeing a doctor, Xiao Ming raised his eyebrows. Secretly guessed. But he still maintained a pious demeanor on his face and said, "Master, we don't have any patients in our family, thank you Master for coming to deliver medicine." ”

Hearing Xiao Ming's questioning, the monk suddenly raised his head, and said with a slightly angry face: "Everyone is terminally ill, and they still say that there are no patients?" If you continue to hold your word, then the poor monk will retire......" The monk said as if he was about to leave.

Looking at the face, the monk is about fifty years old. Hearing what the monk said, Xiao Ming was secretly surprised; God...... Does he know Master? But after thinking about it, now that there are more people who are wandering and cheating, it is better to observe more. Also, Master is now a dying person, can he save Master with just one word? Xiao Ming's suspicious gaze glanced at the other party's serious, serious face for a moment.

"Dare to ask where Master is from? Where is the treasure temple? He hurriedly called out to the other party.

The monk of You Fang's tone was aggravated, ignoring Xiao Ming's question, and said with a very anxious look: "Don't talk nonsense, take me to see the patient quickly." ”

The other party is so straightforward, looking at his demeanor doesn't look like a joke. Xiao Mingyan could hesitate, he didn't hurry to take the monk of Youfang inside, and brought it to Zhong Kui's bunk.

The wandering monk entered the room, his eyes bursting with a keen light. After looking around vigilantly, he ignored the others in the room and walked straight to Zhong Kui's head.

The mother and wife hurriedly dodged away, not knowing for a moment what the wandering monk was going to do. But seeing Xiao Ming, as if trying his best to cooperate with the monk of Youfang, the two of them silently exited the house.

Xiao Ming hurriedly brought a wooden stool, placed it beside the monk of Youfang, and stood with his hands down.

The monk closed his eyes, and the five fingers of his right hand were straight up. Left hand, a hand grabbed Zhong Kui's hand perpendicular to the side of his body, "It's okay, it's okay." The monk seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to Xiao Ming. The previous anger suddenly subsided, his face became kind, and he seemed to smile a little and said, "You quickly wrap the master in a soft thick quilt and send it to Zhong Kui Temple." ”

I don't know how true or false the words of this wandering monk are? But now, people seem to be sure to rescue Master. Xiao Ming can still not listen to the other party's arrangement, and then say; Isn't there a saying among the people? A dead horse is a live horse doctor, if the master is saved, it will naturally be a good thing.

"Did you really send your master to Zhong Kui Temple?" Zhiqing's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hmm." Xiao Ming nodded. Then he left his father's cemetery with Zhiqing, went down the mountain along the original road, and added to Zhiqing, who bowed his head and was silent: "Let's go down the mountain and pedal the car." ”

Since it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down, it is to walk upright, while to go down the mountain is to walk with an inclined body, and it is a little unbalanced if you don't pay attention. Zhiqing still had doubts in his heart, and did not ask Xiao Ming what he meant by pedaling, but avoided his topic, and asked the questions in his heart.

"No...... No...... What happened after you sent Master to Zhong Kui Temple? ”

"Uncle Chen, don't worry, you'll know later." Xiao Ming stretched out his hand to support him and said.

Zhiqing's body shrank, "Don't help me, I'm not seventy or eighty yet, hurry up and take me to see your master." ”

When the two went down the mountain, Xiao Ming's mother cooked a bowl of steaming poached eggs. put a lot of brown sugar, and Zhiqing must eat it before leaving.

Zhiqing, who was helpless, had to sit down and eat poached eggs reluctantly.

Xiao Ming had nothing to do on the side, so he played with the Zhong Kui sword. But no matter how much he twitched, the sword and scabbard did not move.