At that time, I was not very proficient in shouting souls, and I had not seen the real spirit god a few times, and when I really saw the spirit of this old man Xu, my heart was complicated. There is shock, there is fear, there is pity, and there is bitterness. Why does such an old man who has lived for almost a century still have tears on his face after death?

Before I could speak, it began to whimper and sob, and said in a loud voice, I was wrong, I was guilty. I'm damned. I can't go to the path of reincarnation. Tears flowed down as he spoke. Those tears seem to be the most direct interpretation of this thin body, and even the body is crying dry. The sad expression on its face stood in stark contrast to the black-and-white posthumous photograph of its own smile.

I said, "Uncle Xu, what's wrong with you?" Can you tell me about it? I have been invited to help you fulfill your last wishes."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't, everything now is retribution. Retribution. I was wrong, it was my fault." He said to himself, completely answering the wrong question, even treating me as if I was a transparent person.

He walked two and a half circles next to his posthumous photo, and finally kept saying some words of repentance and confession, completely ignoring me, the young Taoist priest who shouted it out. I also wondered in my heart, wondering if something was wrong, could it be that my way of shouting souls was wrong? But no, my procedures are all decent, and logically speaking, I can communicate with him. Why is it that things are so out of control?

"My ...... mistake" slowly disappeared before my eyes after a few minutes, during which I kept asking to talk, but he ignored me completely. This makes me wonder a lot, and this disappearance is its own disappearance, I didn't remove the soul shouting array, what makes me even more puzzled is that when shouting this old man's soul, I don't have a little feeling of consuming energy and physical strength, it seems that its appearance has nothing to do with me, but its soul is obviously slowly revealed after I shouted the soul curse.

I was depressed, and I looked at the old man's posthumous photo a few times, thinking of the miserable white face full of tears, I don't know if it was a mental effect or what, the eyes of the posthumous photo seemed to have tears flowing out, so soft, so real, just with the smile on the posthumous photo, it seemed so discordant. It's like the expression that everyone loves on QQ: laughing and crying. I took out the compass again and measured it, and the old man was actually gone. There's no movement in the house anymore.

I opened the door of the hall with my head down, and the white-haired old man was still waiting outside, and when he saw me open the door, he hurriedly greeted me and said, "I seem to have heard the voice of my Lao Tzu (Daddy), how is the matter, Master Liu." His eyes were moist, and he missed that sound. No matter how old you are, whether you are separated by heaven or not. A father is still a father after all. Father's voice is always the most powerful sense of security and the most affectionate nature. No one can change the fact that no one can change this.

I shook my head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I saw your father, but it didn't pay attention to me, just like in a dream, it was just a confession. I think this old man has a big knot, you can take a good look back, has this old man done anything very cruel in his life, or caused others to lose a lot."

"What do you mean? What cruel things can we do in this rural area, is it okay to kill pigs and chickens and ducks?" The white-haired old man wiped a handful of tears, and there were a lot of tears, which penetrated into the deep wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, making him even more sad.

"I mean, did this old man ever kill or forcibly occupy anyone's land during his lifetime? Or have you done something very excessive to your wife, children, relatives?" Because the countryside lives on the land, and the land is the dependence of life, so in the countryside, for the sake of three feet of land, it is usually possible to turn the neighbors against each other. This is a big deal, and if it is unreasonable, it will also make things very serious.

Hearing me say this, the white-haired old man became anxious: "Young man, you can't talk nonsense, my old man has been poor all his life, and he is worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth in life and work, and he has lived for more than 90 years, and he has never had a big quarrel with his neighbors. He was kind to my mother and to our juniors. There has never been anything excessive. As for killing, you can't talk nonsense, I'm kind-hearted, I haven't even fought with people, how can I kill people. You can't say that, you can't talk nonsense....."

"Didn't you really kill it?" I still asked shamelessly, because there was one thing that the second master mentioned when he told me before, that is, this old man Xu killed a Japanese soldier, and he was praised by the county brigade at that time. However, this is also hearsay, and the authenticity has yet to be verified. So I didn't mention it, just asked vaguely.

"Really, no, although we are in the middle of nowhere, no one dares to do such a thing as killing people. No matter what the purpose, killing people is to pay for their lives, if I really killed someone, how could he live so long? This really can't be said nonsense, and if it gets out, it's terrible." The white-haired old man replied firmly. There was a pause. He opened his mouth again and said: "Can you solve this matter this little doll, if not, we will wait for your master to come back, we don't blame you, but you can't just give me a hat because you can't solve this matter!" This man died a great death and is now buried in the ground, but he can't bear such an infamy, my God!"

Seeing that this white-haired old man was really anxious, he even began to suspect that I was talking nonsense. I quickly apologized and said, "Uncle, I didn't mean that. It's just that I heard the second master say before that this old man Xu had killed a Japanese soldier before, is it true?"

This old man said that his father was honest all his life, and it was this Japanese soldier who might have caused this kind of apology. I don't want to have any scruples at this time. If you want to say that this old man Xu got this evil result because of the Japanese soldiers, it is also unacceptable in the eyes of others, because in the concept of people in that era, killing Japanese soldiers is an honor, and it can be said that it is the mission given by God to every people, if this kind of thing will be punished like this, then the world is not chaotic? They invaded our country, they should have been killed, if they killed the Japanese and would get such a result, then who would dare to kill the Japanese? Aren't all those revolutionary heroes uneasy to leave? There are few people who can't accept such a thing, and I can't accept it.

When the white-haired old man heard me say this, he first froze for a moment, and then the sadness on his face turned to anger: "You little doll is getting more and more outrageous, the more you talk about it, the more you kill the Japanese, that's right, and you can't go through the cycle of killing a Japanese?" Are you saying that our Xu family shouldn't do that thing to protect the family and defend the country? Do you understand? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, I really don't know how Master X is highly respected, how can he teach an apprentice like you who runs a train with a mouth, you still need to repent when you kill a Japanese, and you need to always admit your mistakes after death, what kind of international joke are you making, you go. You don't have to do this, you can go now...... Don't stay in my house anymore and dirty my place." The more the old man talked, the more excited he became, and finally he began to push. It seems that he regarded me as a plague god, a person who damaged the reputation of his old father and his family, and even the entire anti-Japanese nation.

The old man's voice became louder and louder, and the people in the house came out one after another, seeing that the old man was so excited, he thought that he was going to fight. I went to pull away the white-haired old man, I also took a few steps back, at this time I was helpless, I couldn't argue, I just said my own thoughts, it caused such a big disgust, which also has something to do with my experience, at that time I was still a college student, I didn't think about the consequences when I did things or anything, and it was easy to offend people if I went straight.

I couldn't argue, so I didn't have an explanation, so I went back to the hall and picked up the cloth bag and left. A lot of times it doesn't make sense. I can't blame the white-haired old man for being pedantic or unreasonable, it's only that our concepts and ways of understanding things are different, I judge things, and he looks at reputation, many times, reputation is much more important than things, even if it's a ghost thing.

(ps. The computer smoked tonight.,After writing two chapters, it turned off automatically.,There's no urgency to save.,It's hard for you to experience that kind of sourness.,Send a chapter first.,And then re-write. There is no guarantee that it will be sent out tonight. There is a sword in the small yellow box, remember to look at it. As for why it's sent to the small yellow box, it's because this benefit is specifically for the old man who pays for the subscription.) <