The stone arch bridge outside the village looks so old that the stone railings are covered with moss. As soon as he arrived in the village, Mao Zheng felt a trace of humidity in the air, and at this time, the microclimate in the center of the lake was still a little cool in the humidity.

This is simply a peach orchard outside the world! Mao Zheng sighed. Looking at the stars in the sky, the North Star was shining on the earth overhead, and the Big Dipper also changed its position and began to deflect the direction, pointing north. The polar star is shining, the sky and the earth are complete, this treasure is not fake, and I can't help but be very happy.

It's just that this small mountain village is very remote, and there is no decent mountain road leading to the outside world, let alone the mountain village road leading to the outside world. Although it is a little remote, it is like Tao Yuanming's peach blossom source.

It's a paradise, if you hadn't climbed the mountains by yourself, you wouldn't have known that there was such a place.

Standing at the entrance of the village, Mao Zheng saw the sparse houses in the village, some of which were dimly lit, and it was obvious that there was no basic electricity here. He couldn't help but take out the mobile phone that had long been out of power, it seemed that it was impossible to call Qin Shuyuan. I don't know why, he has a faint miss for Qin Shuyuan.

Somehow, as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, Mao Zheng had a feeling of being watched, and always felt that someone was secretly watching him in the dark. Did someone go out into the night and see himself?

When he came to a house near the entrance of the village, Mao Zheng knocked on the door. I saw a woman of about forty, and next to her stood a child of seven or eight years old. Seeing that Mao Zheng was a stranger, before Mao Zheng could speak, she couldn't wait to close the door. Mao Zheng's words were stuck in his throat, but he didn't say it, and he was stunned for a long time under the eaves outside the door.

Hey! It looks like I've found the wrong owner, probably a widowed woman. But this is too cold, at least you should ask yourself.

Mao was about to turn around, but the woman had already turned out the lights in the room, and it seemed that she did not wait for the stranger to arrive.

When he came to the second house, Mao Zheng knocked on the door again, but what Mao Zheng couldn't figure out was that he still encountered the treatment just now, and he also closed the door directly. Anyway, it seems that this village does not welcome outsiders.

Unconsciously, Mao Zheng came to the center of the village, where the houses were even more dense, all of them were mud houses, some covered with green tiles, and some were straw. To be able to see such a house in such an era makes people feel a little unreal. However, due to the remoteness of this place, Mao Zheng can understand this backward and disconnected social group.

Bang Bang Bang! Perhaps because this knock was a bit loud and urgent, I saw that the people on both sides of the street opened their doors, and the thing in front of him was a big man, five big and three thick, very burly. But as soon as he saw Mao Zheng, he couldn't help frowning. And the opposite family came out with a stiff old man, and he was coughing non-stop.

Mao Zheng had already made preparations, stepped forward and said euphemistically: "This big brother, excuse me!" I am a feng shui master passing by this place, and the night is dark and windy, and I hope to rest my feet and rest for a night at your place. ”

The big man didn't want to close the door immediately like others, but the big body stood at the door, and it didn't seem to let Mao Zheng go in at all, because there was a trace of sadness on his face, a trace of annoyance and more fear.

"Little brother, I'm sorry. It's inconvenient for my house, so you can go elsewhere. ”

The big man looked rude, but he was still very polite when he spoke. It's just that Mao Zheng was still rejected, and as soon as Mao Zheng wanted to say something, the big man closed the door. Ay! What's going on? Do the people here reject outsiders? But from the eyes of the big man just now, Mao Zheng saw the most thing in the big man's heart, what was he afraid of? Although I am not a peerless beautiful man, I am also a handsome guy, and I am so kind that I am not a big evil person. So what is it that scares him so much? Mao Zheng couldn't help but take a serious look at this small mountain village.

At this time, the old man who opened the door on the other side kept coughing. When he turned around, he saw the old man waving to him, Mao Zheng couldn't help but be happy, and hurriedly came to the old man's door. He arched his head and said, "Uncle, are you calling me again?" ”

"How did you get here, young man?" The old man was also out of breath when he spoke.

"Uncle, I'm a feng shui master, and I'm passing by here." Mao Zheng said. He didn't dare to say it all, such as exorcising evil spirits and eliminating ghosts, but he was indeed a feng shui master.

"Feng Shui Master? Why are you so young, my old man's eyes are dizzy and you can see that you are still a baby. The old man looked at Mao Zheng and shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it was true.

"I'm indeed a feng shui master, you see my eating guy." As he spoke, Mao Zheng took out a compass from his master's treasure bag as if he was playing a trick, and shook it in front of the old man to confirm his identity.

"Okay, okay! I believe you. I'll fight for my life, leave you in my house tonight, I hope you are really a feng shui master. The old man turned around and made a way for Mao Zheng to enter.

But when he heard the old man's words, Mao Zheng didn't go in. Why did I stay for one night, and this old man said that he wanted to fight for his life, and why did he say that he hoped that I was really a feng shui master? What's the secret here?

"Uncle, what did you just say?" Mao Zheng couldn't help asking.

"Come in and talk about it, it's cold outside. It's going to be winter in the blink of an eye, hey! I don't know if I'll ever survive this year. The old man was talking to Mao Zheng, and at the same time, he was talking to himself.

Mao Zheng slowly entered the old man's house, his nose immediately drilled into a musty smell, under the dim oil lamp, a table of eight immortals was very worn, and it seemed to have been wiped for a long time, and some of it was shiny. The floor of the soil surface is uneven, I don't know how long it has not been cleaned, the dust is very heavy and there are some debris piled up in the corner of the wall, and in the other corner two benches prop up two broken door plates, on which a tattered quilt is messily placed, and a tattered mattress is spread under the quilt, and the cotton that is almost blackened is exposed with thousands of holes. It seems that this is the old man's bed! Mao Zheng couldn't help but sigh, this place is not only remote, but also so poor, which can be seen from the uncle's living situation.

The uncle wiped a bench with a rag for Mao Zheng to sit down, and poured Mao Zheng water with a thick bowl with a notch.

said: "Child, I'm alone in my house, it's a little shabby, don't dislike it, I'll order it over tonight." ”

The old man turned to clean up the bed with the door panel, and muttered, "They are afraid of death, but my old man is not afraid." Isn't it death? I should have died a long time ago. ”

Mao was looking at the bowl of clear water in a daze, and suddenly heard the old man's words, he thought of something, and had the urge to open the eyes of the sky.