When this happens, the director still acts impartially and never breaks his word.

At the opening ceremony, he pointed to the incense and candle offerings, and publicly criticized the bad deeds of Uncle Jian and me last night, what feudal superstitions, and what haunted rumors and scandals, all of which were put on our heads.

We have the eyes of the whole school in mind.

There are ridicule, there are sympathy, and there are heckling......

Uncle Jian and I were so ashamed that they almost hung down on our chests.

It wasn't until the end of the show that this nightmare of fidgeting ended.

Li Chuchu came over when no one was paying attention, and comforted with a firm look in his eyes: "They don't believe you, it's okay, I believe you!" ”

I was impressed.

After she finished speaking, she hurried away.

As long as one person believes in us, that's enough.

On the first day of school, Uncle Jian and I spent time on our desks, and we didn't even have an appetite for lunch.

After school in the evening, I was worried about Mr. Feng.

I got some food and went to visit with Uncle Jian.

When he opened the door and entered, Mr. Feng was coming out of the toilet with a haggard face, he waved his hand weakly, indicating that he had no appetite, walked to the window and looked at the sky, and kept pinching his right hand.

"Go to Wushi Town."

As soon as he spoke, we didn't even go to self-study.

The ass followed behind.

Rushed to Wushi Town, it was just dark.

The courtyard in front of us was as deserted as a haunted house.

Mr. Feng stood at the door and shook his head with a look of disgust: "Smoke miasma." ”

I had no intention of going in at all.

I've always thought that I'm a very rational person, although I don't know what other strange techniques Mr. Feng has, but what I haven't seen with my own eyes doesn't necessarily exist, but there must be a reason for existence.

I found that he began to show a little nervousness, one moment tilting his ears, one frowning, one moment talking to himself, and the other scratching his head and ears.

After a while......

He took the portrait out of his newly bought round paper tube and placed it on the ground.

In the small satchel he was carrying, he took out more than a dozen delicate small bottles filled with paint, and lined them up neatly, every movement was very particular and very careful.

Then like a primary school student doing homework, he pouted and lay on the steps of the door and began to deepen the color of the door god, no matter how we asked, Mr. Feng was only immersed in his own world, and did not react at all.

Because of his strange mannerism and the fame of the courtyard, many tourists and people from the town who passed by couldn't help but gather around with curiosity, and most of them nodded in recognition of his exquisite painting skills.

Some people even asked if the two paintings were sold.

Uncle Jian was really bored, so he accosted the man.

"How much do you give?"

"Five hundred?"

Uncle Jian rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention.

"A thousand, two thousand... Five thousand? "The man continued to raise the price.

Someone next to him pointed and pointed, "It should be a Mr. Yin and Yang, who came to exorcise ghosts, right?" ”

"It looks like it's true, these two paintings look terrible."

"This can't be measured by money, it's used to protect the family and ward off evil spirits, and the paper looks... It's a bit like Dongba paper, I heard that it is the most expensive in the world. ”

After more than an hour, Mr. Feng stood up and stretched.

Turning his head to an old man and giving a thumbs up, "The old gentleman has good eyesight, please ask everyone for a small matter, no matter what happens in the courtyard tonight, don't panic, don't call the police, lock the doors and windows." Bear with it, endure it and the town of Wushi will be too peaceful tonight. ”

There was an uproar in the crowd.

Someone asked, "Will it work?" ”

Someone muttered: "The people invited by the proprietress in the past two years have boasted that they are the descendants of the Maoshan faction, and they just got up on the altar and sang and danced twice, and ran away after cheating the money. ”

The old man also said to him worriedly: "Young man, seeing that you are young, think twice before doing anything, this is not a joke, you know that the stone platform above is called ......"

"Sentient beings? That's the name I gave it two years ago. ”

When the old man heard this, he looked suspicious.

The bidder asked Mr. Feng, "How much does it cost to sell?" ”

"Priceless." Mr. Feng waved his hand: "It's scattered, it's all scattered." ”

Seeing that there was nothing to see, the people gradually dispersed.

Mr. Feng held the door god high and walked into the courtyard step by step.

Half an hour later, we were eating a boxed lunch.

Q: What are Mr. Feng's next steps?

He chewed a piece of meat in his mouth and pointed to his head, "As long as the source is pinched, the rest is not to be feared." ”

I looked up at the salient platform protruding from the night sky, pinch?

How to pinch?

"It's not going to be for us to break that platform, right?" Uncle Jian frowned.

"Who told you to go to the stone demolition platform?"

"How do you pinch that?"

"You are guarding the entrance of the sentient platform tonight, and no one can go in, remember, neither humans nor ghosts can be put in."

"Isn't the entrance sealed, and how did those people get in?"

Mr. Feng said incomprehensibly: "Metaphysics." ”

Uncle Jian suddenly realized "oh".

I whispered to him, "Do you understand?" ”

Uncle Jian shook his head seriously: "I don't understand." ”

"Which of you is Hinata?" Mr. Feng asked.

Chick?

"Which is the place, boy?"

Uncle Jian and I looked at each other, but neither of us said anything.

It's like it's a shame not to do it.

Under Mr. Feng's angry gaze, we both raised our hands in acknowledgement.

He made us urinate in a large bottle, mixed with chicken blood and dog blood, and the smell was flushing and fishy, and then split in two, one holding a small bottle.

In case of emergency, splash it to save the day.

Hearing that there was still a sudden danger, I asked Mr. Feng why he didn't let one of the door gods go up with us to guard it?

"Bring the Deputy Governor Kei-sama, just in case."

Uncle Jian was a little worried, "I really want to study in school now." ”

"Lots of!"

Everything was ready, and the three of us sat in the courtyard and waited for time.

Outside the fence was bustling with people.

Only the inside is quiet, as if isolated from the world.

There was still an hour left until twelve o'clock in the morning.

Bang bang bang......

We were startled by the sudden knock on the door.

I opened the door and it was the hostess.

People here call her Mei Niang, I don't know what the meaning is.

Maybe it's glamorous.

She is dressed up in a fancy way tonight, with all kinds of charms, and any eyebrow can hook people's souls, and she can get rid of a prodigal woman.

Mr. Feng greeted him, "What are you doing here?" ”

Mei Niang saw me and Uncle Jian on the side, and stopped talking.

"My own people."

"Connect with him, there's what you're looking for."

I saw Mr. Feng put the note in his trouser pocket, whispered to Mei Niang while sending it out, and while closing the door, she deliberately touched the back of Mr. Feng's hand.

Due to the angle problem, we didn't see Mr. Feng's attitude when he was molested on the spot, and we suspected that they had some kind of improper relationship.

Mr. Feng closed the door and turned his head with a serious face.

Uncle Jian didn't eat this, and said enviously: "Mei Niang is so beautiful, whoever marries her is really a blessing for eight lifetimes, you are right, Shen Shusheng." ”

I glanced at him and kept nodding.

"What's the matter with you?" Mr. Feng doesn't have any humor.

At half past eleven, Uncle Jian and I went up the mountain.

The strange rocks along the way are very difficult to walk.

I don't understand, there are many ways to find death.

Why do you have to work so hard before you die?

Uncle Jian panted and replied, "I don't understand metaphysics. ”

"Jumping off the sentient platform, can you really become an immortal?"

"So, the rumors are terrible."

We climbed to the top of the mountain as fast as we could, and the time was just right.

The entrance to the platform was indeed completely sealed with cement and stones, and the stone wall less than two meters wide was covered with all kinds of yellow charms, and a warning wooden sign prohibiting burning incense was inserted in the corner.

Ironically, however, there is no incense under the stone walls.

From the left and right sides of the wall, you can see the sentient platform extending in front, look down, you can clearly see the entire Wushi Town, and then look closely, you can also see the courtyard, Mr. Feng's figure is the size of an ant.

From time to time, there are gusts of wind blowing on the mountain......

We leaned against the rocks and turned off our phone flashlights.

"I knew I would wear a down jacket." Uncle Jian held the bottle tightly with one hand and rubbed his arm with the other, "Didn't you say that people would come up and jump off the cliff at a fixed time every year, today is not that day." ”

I stared at the mountain road when I came, "Mr. Feng won't ask us to come up and guard the entrance for no reason, he won't discuss anything with us before doing anything, are you afraid?" ”

"Afraid of what?"

"If someone does come up later......"

"As long as it's not the kind of hideous-looking and disgusting ghost, my heart should be able to bear it, and those who can come up should be people, but what we hold in our hands is for ghosts, right?"

I opened the cap and couldn't help but smell it, it was fishy and smelly.

Uncle Jian suddenly pushed me with his elbow, and he looked vigilant, and kept pointing in the direction of the other end with his chin.

Looking back, I saw a middle-aged woman walking this way.

Squint and look closely, what is this the way a normal person walks?

It clearly looks like a gibbon monkey learning to walk as a human.