When Mo Typhoon took Ah Xun's hand and went back, the people of the Mo Tai family didn't seem to be surprised by this result at all.

They made a fuss in Motaizhuang, laughing and saying that the clan was afraid that there would be a happy event soon.

So, the old patriarch came to the door again, summoned a few elders, and really began to discuss family affairs with Mo Taiyan and his wife.

This is a big thing for the Motai swordsman, and it must not be sloppy.

At that time, the corners of the mouth were raised when I walked.

Ah Xun still likes to sit by the Liao River in the early morning, but Mo Feng never asked Ah Xun what he was looking at.

In the river, there is only turbulent water, lapping the green grass on the riverbank.

Mo Typhoon believes that once a person's words are spoken, they must be counted.

For example, Ah Xun's sentence: "Okay! ”

Mo Typhoon has never doubted this, and he firmly believes that since he says a lifetime, it is really a lifetime.

How long is a lifetime?

Life and death!

When the first person began to die, it was probably when the old patriarch had just set a date for their marriage.

At that time, there was a monk from outside the mountain, very old, and his old beard was about to fall off.

When the old monk came to Motai's house, his hungry face was blue, his shriveled eyes were always shrugged low, and he didn't seem to have the strength to open his eyes, and his green cloth monk's robe was tattered.

After asking, I found out that it was not a monk from a big temple, the old monk did not kill, and even the grasshoppers in the grass refused to step on it.

But even so, the people of the Motai family were still extremely respectful and entertained with the best vegetarian dishes.

The Motai family respects the Buddha, but also respects the Tao, and respects all the good people in the world.

The old monk drank two bowls of coarse porridge and shredded dried radishes pickled in the mountains, and the old monk rolled up and ate three flatbreads.

After eating, the old monk sighed, shook his head and said that the days outside were not good, and thanked the people of the Motai family, the old monk looked at the busy figures around him, and asked the old patriarch if he wanted to do anything.

After the old patriarch happily told Mo Typhoon and Ah Xun about it, he wanted to ask the old monk to order a marriage for the two.

Point marriage, that is, to look at the marriage line of palmistry for the two, and then use a cinnabar pen to point a red dot on each of the eyebrows of the two, such things are usually done by Taoist monks.

Generally speaking, this is also a symbol of joy ceremony, after the marriage, the Taoist priest or monk for a couple to say a few words "marriage is destined for three lives, fate is destined to ......" and other words of good luck, and then the guests and hosts are happy, the best of both worlds.

Therefore, the old monk is naturally willing to do this icing on the cake.

The old patriarch asked Motaizhuang to call Ah Xun and Mo Tai Tai over.

Ah Xun didn't laugh as usual that time.

Mo Feng went to grab Ah Xun's hand, but Ah Xun stiffly pulled away.

The old monk smiled and groaned very gently, and pulled up the palms of the two people, and when he first saw the ink typhoon, the old monk's face was a little hesitant.

That line twists and turns like a broken snake.

When he looked at Ah Xun, the old monk stopped laughing.

Finally, with trembling hands, he picked up the mandarin duck pen and pointed it on Mo Tai's forehead, Mo Tai's eyebrows were like a pinprick in a huge pain, he thought it should be like this, so he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

When ordering Ah Xun, Mo Feng thought that Ah Xun would have to endure this pain, and he felt a little distressed for no reason.

The old monk saw that there was no problem with the center of Mo Feng's eyebrows, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ah Xun opened his eyes, looked at Mo Typhoon, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

Mo Typhoon said, don't be afraid.

Ah Xun still just looked at him.

The mandarin duck pen dipped in cinnabar, when it was pointed at A Xun's beautiful brow, the slender pen shaft snapped and broke in response......

The old monk looked at the two of them blankly, then looked at the old patriarch, opened his mouth, only recited the Buddha's name, and left the Motai house with an ugly face.

Seeing the old monk leave without saying a word, Motai scolded solemnly: "This old bald man, I really don't know what to do, our Motai family entertained him like this, but he made such a bad thing!" ”

After speaking, Mo Taizhuang went to pick up the broken mandarin duck pen, nodded a little for Ah Xun, and proudly said to the old patriarch: "Look, isn't this enough, I'll go and chase the monk back, a handful of age, even if you go, bring some dry food!" ”

The old patriarch who was stunned finally woke up, and the sound should be yes.

So, this time the marriage was hasty.

After returning from the old patriarch, Mo Feng was always restless, and the cinnabar red spots on his forehead were always like ants, tickling from time to time.

He couldn't figure out where this uneasiness came from.

At night, the old monk died, and when he found it, he hanged himself from the banyan tree in his monk's robe.

The eyes were round, and under the swaying body, wooden fish and prayer beads were scattered all over the ground.

How did the old monk die, and how could the people of the Motai family not think about it.

At that time, the old patriarch suddenly remembered something, so he asked people to find Motaizhuang.

After Motaizhuang went out to chase the old monk, it seems that he never came back.

Mo Feng looked blankly at the body of the old monk hanging on the banyan tree, and he was terrified that he had never felt before.

When the others were looking for Motaizhuang, Motai was panting and looking for Ah Xun.

He finally figured out the source of his uneasiness, and he hadn't seen Ah Xun all afternoon today.

Mo Typhoon, who lost his soul, staggered to the Liao River, and shouted Ah Xun's name in a trembling voice.

When he saw the figure sitting quietly under the moonlight by the Liao River, the panic in Mo Feng's heart finally faded a little.

He wasn't afraid of anything, just afraid that he wouldn't be able to see Ah Xun.

Ah Xun sat on the edge of the bluestone, holding a bamboo flute in his hand.

When Typhoon Mo came over, Ah Xun said that the flute was cracked.

Mo typhoon walked up to Ah Xun and said with a smile: "The winter has passed, why did it crack again in the spring?" You wait, I'll go back and get some copper wire! ”

Ah Xun looked at the flute in his hand, and then looked at the Mo Typhoon in the distance, the Mo Typhoon went away, and the Liao River under the moon was blood red.

When Motai went back, the old patriarch scolded angrily, scolding the bastard boy in Motaizhuang, who ran away without a trace, in his voice. Three points of scolding, seven points of worry.

When Mo Feng returned to his room, he lit a candle, and a figure was shrinking in the corner of the wall.

Mo Typhoon was a little surprised why Mo Taizhuang hid in his own home.

Mo Taizhuang looked at Mo Tai in horror, the traces of tears had not yet dried up, and his cheeks were spent.

Mo Taizhuang was pulling Mo Tai's sleeve stiffly, tears rolling, and his whole body was trembling.

Mo Feng smiled and patted his brother's shoulder: "Isn't it just that the monk is dead, look at what scares you!" ”

In this way, instead of comforting Motaizhuang, Motaizhuang shrank back and choked in extreme panic......

:,,!!