Chapter 225: Four Blind Men

The young man ran after the fox for a short distance, and watched as the flames on its tail burned the whole fox's body little by little. When the young man ran back panting and reported to his grandfather, the paper figure in the center of the flat ground was burned to the point of only charcoal.

Grandpa was pale and weak as if he had suffered from heat stroke. The two of them carried their grandfather and returned home from the winding mountain road under the moonlight.

Everything was calm. The fox's soul was burned by Grandpa's true fire, and this time, its soul and body were gone, and it disappeared in reincarnation. The female pervert was sent by a charm to the bell of the Cigarette Mountain. According to her grandfather's instructions, she went to the cigarette mountain the next day, and saw that the temple bell of the cigarette mountain actually fell to the ground, and if she put her ear on it, she could still hear a sad cry inside. Anyway, there are no monks in Xiangyan Mountain, and no one has raised the temple bell again.

Because the old man who made the spiritual house in Wentian Village also contributed, the surrounding villagers immediately looked at him. When they met on the road, both men and women, young and old, had to bow to him. The old man was happy for a while, and released a message that he wanted to take in an apprentice and teach him the true biography of his life. But no one set foot in his house to learn his trade. Going out to work is still the first choice for young people.

Finally, a passer-by passed by the old man's house and did not hear the sound of chopping bamboo. The passer-by hurriedly called a few nearby families.

Pushing open the squeaky old wooden door, I saw a two-meter-high spirit house in the hall, and an old man with a stiff expression sat in the spirit room. His eyes were still open, but he wouldn't answer when people called him. One of them put his finger under the old man's nose and found that he was no longer breathing.

An old man said goodbye to his wonderful world in this way. It's just that no one appreciates his wonderfulness, and no one inherits it.

Grandpa went to the old man's funeral while sick. I happened to be back from vacation and went with my grandfather.

At the old man's funeral, his grandfather's eyes revealed a rare loneliness.

I know that grandpa is sad, and not only because of the old man's death. At the funeral banquet, the grandfather was silent and drank very little wine. Halfway through the meal, Grandpa took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his mouth to light it.

As he struck the match, I heard the matchstick and the phosphorus surface on the matchbox "whoosh". I put the bowl down and glared at my grandfather.

When Grandpa saw that I was murdering him, he smacked his lips and put the cigarette back in his pocket. In terms of quitting smoking, I feel that I am my grandfather's elder, and I always watch him not let him do what he wants, but my grandfather is also like a junior, and when he sees that my expression has changed, he obediently takes back his cigarettes. In the words of grandpa, it is "Grandpa loves the eldest grandson, and dad likes the cubs." There is no way. "I think it makes sense, my grandfather really loves me, and my dad likes my brother more.

Several guests at the wine table knew Grandpa, and when they saw that Grandpa was unhappy, they all raised their wine glasses to salute Grandpa. Grandpa refused to drink, so they joined forces to deal with Grandpa, and they must drink it. While they were pushing around, a few people came in at the door. These guys caught my eye. It's not that I'm sharp-eyed, it's that they're too noticeable.

The funeral on our side was not carried out at home, but a large shed was built on the floor in front of the house, and all the funeral-related ceremonies were carried out in the large shed. The entrance to the greenhouse is also special, this entrance should be directly facing the door of the house, and the edge of the entrance door should be tied with green pine branches. So in this way, this greenhouse is like a tribe of chiefs in ancient times.

At this time, we are eating in this greenhouse. Of course, there is not only one table for us in this greenhouse, but there are more than ten other tables, but the total number of tables must be singular, not even. Even if there are exactly 10 tables of guests, the organizer must set up 11 tables, and it is better to serve the food as usual than if there is no one sitting at that table. The number of bowls on the table must also be singular. This is exquisite, "red things are double, white things are single." "Red things are good things, such as getting married, turning old, and so on. White things are bad things, like funerals.

Therefore, when it is a red event, the table must be an even number of tables, and the dishes must also be an even number.

There were about thirteen tables in the shed at the time, and our table was relatively close to the gate with pine branches tied to it, and I happened to be sitting across from the gate, so I noticed these strange newcomers at a glance.

There were five people who came in, and these five people supported each other, and four of them were beating on the ground with a stick in their hands.

Four blind people? I wondered. So is the one in front blind ?

I took a closer look at the fifth person. The man's head spun around, as if to take care of the other four blind men. When his head turned in my direction, I happened to see his eyes.

It's actually a blind eye and an eye is good! The blind eye was different from the other four. The eyes of all four were white or closed, but the blindness of the fifth was a hollow! It's like a walnut with its flesh removed, it's terrifying!

Several people at the wine table were still arguing with Grandpa, and they blocked Grandpa's gaze.

I smelled a sour smell. The sour smell was brought in by the four blind men and one of the one-eyed men, as if they had just come out of the jar of vinegar.

Several of them supported each other and walked directly into the old man's hall. In the hall is the old man's spiritual seat. Behind the spiritual seat is the old man's pitch-black and shiny coffin.

According to the custom here, each guest who comes to pay their respects must first set off a firecracker before entering, one is to express their condolences, and the other is to remind the people inside that a new mourner is coming. But when they came in, I didn't hear the firecrackers.