Shouted a few times, but there was no sound inside. As soon as I gritted my teeth, now was not the time to grind and chirp.

I got into the hole.

It's cramped inside, barely able to get into a person, and you can't raise your head yet. I hunched over and cautiously walked inside with my phone.

The cave was cold and damp, dripping with water droplets, and the surrounding area was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers, which weighed on my heart and made it difficult for me to breathe.

At this moment, a large black thing appeared in front of me, which seemed to be a stone. I walked over and took a picture with my phone, and it was a stone about two meters high, with the top of the cave and the bottom wide and thick, blocking the way.

I touched the surface of the stone, which was filled with small holes that looked like honeycombs, probably formed by wind erosion. I didn't dare to make much of a move, I was careful of the gravel under my feet, and I circled around the stone for half a circle, and there seemed to be room behind me.

The light of my phone shone brightly, and I saw a faint figure in the space behind the stone.

The distance between the side of the big stone and the cave wall was very narrow, so I could only squat down and crawl into it along the gap, and finally got in.

The third uncle meditated cross-legged, his hands were tied with lotus flowers on his knees, his head hung slightly, motionless, without any breath. Behold the meaning, that the dead are not dead, and that the living are not alive.

I'm a little hesitant, it is said that I can't disturb my third uncle at this time, I still have some common sense to read so many martial arts novels, and I am afraid of interrupting at critical moments when I am in retreat and practicing.

I hesitated for a few moments, I really wanted to leave, but I couldn't watch Zhang Hong toss to death.

Human life is at stake, and the third uncle can practice again after all his previous efforts have been abandoned, but if Zhang Hong dies, it will be really a hundred. The third uncle finally accepted such an apprentice, and if there was really an accident, he would definitely have to complain about why I didn't tell him at that time in the future.

I leaned over, shone my phone on his face, and whispered, "Third uncle, third uncle......"

The third uncle didn't react at all, and since he opened his mouth, I simply let it go and pushed him with my hand. The third uncle's body is hard, not like a living person.

I was taken aback, isn't the third uncle...... Dead, right?

I probed my hand under the bridge of his nose, and I was too nervous to find out if I was out of breath. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, completely out of proportion, and I didn't know what to do.

I pushed him hard with my hands, and kept calling for my third uncle. But the third uncle didn't react, and he couldn't push it down, as if it was growing roots on the ground.

After a long time, I finally calmed down and deduced that no matter whether my third uncle was dead or not, I definitely couldn't wake him up.

I crawled out of the crack in the rock, out of the cave, and faced the mountain wind outside, and my mind was much clearer.

At least for now, the third uncle can't help. Now the three of us, the life and death of the third uncle are unknown, Zhang Hong is riddled with strange diseases, if you insist on saying that there is a glimmer of life to break the game, it can only be me!

I recall that when I was arrested, the school security guard found my dorm room's missing notebook and iPhone in my closet. At that time, I didn't believe that what was in front of me was true for a long time, and the owner did not agree to negotiate, so I had to file a case and arrest me, so I slowly accepted the reality.

Whether there is fraud in this is still a mystery.

This incident taught me a very important lesson in my life and led to an unforgettable conclusion. Anything that happens is happening, it can't be changed at all, instead of regretting it and being tormented by the past, it's better to calm down and think about how to deal with and crack it next.

I also squatted down in prison for a year, and now that I look back, the blessings and misfortunes are unknown. I met a lot of people in prison who gave me all kinds of advice on life, and although I was expelled from college, I went to a serious social university.

Coming down from the mountain, I first went to Zhang Hong's house and came to the back room. Zhang Hong was still lying, his tortured eyes were blank, the quilt was stained red with pus in the pus, and the strange smell in the room rushed to his nose.

I moved a chair and sat on the edge of the bed and told him about looking for my third uncle just now. When Zhang Hong heard that the third uncle didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he struggled to get up and said that he wanted to save his master.

I was very moved at this moment, he was terminally ill, but his first reaction was to save the master, which shows that this person's temperament is still good.

I said, "The third uncle is in retreat now, so let's not disturb him." Zhang Hong, I have thought about it carefully, since I can't ask for help from the third uncle, you are like this, so I can only go out. ”

Zhang Hong looked at me, weak and speechless.

"Are you hungry or not, or I'll go buy you some food first." I say.

Zhang Hong shook his head and tried to squeeze out a few words: "Qiangzi, I know that my limit is coming, and it doesn't matter if I eat or not." If you have a way, quickly find out the person who killed me and ask him to stop casting spells...... That's how you can save me. ”

I looked at my watch: "I'll go to Xiaoxingjia Village now, try to talk to that master, but if it doesn't work, I'll turn myself in, saying that I did the polluting spring water." ”

Zhang Hong coughed violently, and spit out a lot of blood-red foam in his mouth: "No, you can't turn yourself in." I'm dead...... You can't turn yourself in either. This matter is too big, and the consequences are serious...... You can't turn yourself in. ”

I comforted him and left his house. Call my sister first and tell her I can only come back tomorrow morning and spend the night in the town.

I closed the courtyard door of Zhang Hong's house and bought a big lock at the supermarket to lock it. I have a gut feeling that Zhang Hong's strange disease is contagious, and if anyone doesn't pay attention to this virus and spreads it in our village, it will be troublesome.

When everything was done, I left the village and quickly arrived at Xiaoxingjia Village in a small bus.

I casually found a farmhouse to stay in and asked the boss about the master's practice. The little boss said, "Dude, you're here, you're here." In the past few nights, the mage has been practicing next to the apricot milk spring, watching the lively people with old noses. ”

"It's not a lie, is it?" I say.

The little boss hurriedly made a silent gesture and whispered, "Don't you dare to say that." The spring water in our village is polluted, thanks to the magic of the mage of the people, the water is really getting cleaner day by day, and there are incurable diseases in the village, and the mage is also able to get rid of the disease, which is amazing. Old worshipped. ”

"I heard that this man was found in the market?" I asked curiously.

The little boss smiled: "It's true. Our village chief rushed to the big gathering, and the mage took the initiative to stop him, saying that you have something to worry about and have encountered a thorny problem. At first, the village chief thought that he had encountered a charlatan, but when he saw the appearance of this mage, he immediately believed that this was a master and told everything about our village. ”

I was suspicious: "What does the mage look like?" ”

The little boss smiled: "You'll know when you go to see it at night." ”

I smoked and didn't speak, but the little boss babbled, "The master said that he has done it to the person who polluted the spring, and that person will not live until tomorrow night!" The mage asked us to pass the word to the eight villages of ten miles, if that person took the initiative to turn himself in, the mage would spare him from dying, if he bit hard, he would definitely die without a place to be buried! ”

I was in a cold sweat when I heard it.

I finally stayed up until the evening, I came out of the farmhouse and followed the crowd to the back village, where the sacred spring in the village is located.

This mage has actually become a scene in the village, and the number of visitors has surged, and it is almost time for the peak season. At night, I was caught in the crowd, and I arrived at the apricot milk spring.

The fence was full of people, and I couldn't squeeze through. From afar, I saw several headlamps hanging from the pillars, and the surroundings were as bright as day.

On the edge of the fence, a high platform was piled up, and the top was empty, which should be the place where the mage practiced.

I was watching the excitement with my feet crossed when I heard someone shouting, "The mage is here!" ”

The crowd on the opposite side "uproared" out of a way, facing the bright lights, and walked in from the outside. At the front should be the village cadres, who are hugging the stars and holding the moon, and among them, there is a strange man in a black robe.

It was so hot at night that there was no wind at all, and the spectators were all old vests with big pants and wanted to take them off. But this strange man, dressed in a floor-to-ceiling black robe, with a robe and hat buttoned on his head, bowed his head and walked slowly. It really looks like an archmage.

He slowly climbed the high platform, pulled off his robe, and sat on the platform. Without a word of nonsense, he lowered his head and began to meditate.

Everyone watched with bated breath.

Strange to say, the originally calm water suddenly seemed to be boiling a pot, bubbling everywhere. This is a real vision, it is impossible to make trouble, and the spring water does not boil in the morning and does not boil in the evening, so it changes when the master is chanting.

The mage murmured, not loud but widespread, and I stood so far away that it was as if he were chanting in my ear.

My throat moved, and I suddenly remembered the fragment of the manuscript left by my grandfather, which described a kind of supernatural power, called Shengwentong, also known as Thousands of Miles of Voice. Thousands of miles away, whisper and people from thousands of miles away can hear.

There are many strange people in the market. The village director can still drive out such a master when he catches up with the big set.

I squeezed out of the crowd. There was a hillside next to it, and I went up to the top of the hill. It's empty, and if you look down, you can see the surroundings of the spring.

I clicked on my phone, took the manuscript out of my backpack, and quickly flipped to the page of Soundnote. I remember very well that the above not only introduced this kind of supernatural power, but also recorded such an incident, in ancient Thailand, there were black-clothed Azan and white-clothed monks, who used to use this supernatural power.