As soon as I told the master about the black shadow, the old man said that the time had not yet come, and he would not talk nonsense.

After saying this, the old man told the three brothers of the Xu family to come over on the whole day, and asked me and Qin Laosan to cut the bamboo into bamboo pieces, one end of the bamboo pieces should be cut into a triangle, and the other end should be cut into a circle, and then use this kind of bamboo to enclose the house of the three brothers of the Xu family, and when enclosing the house, the bamboo side must face the house, and the bamboo bottom must face outward.

As for why this was done, the master did not say a word.

When we fenced off the house of the three Xu brothers with bamboo, it was already three days later.

At that time, Qin Laosan and I had just surrounded the house, and the old man came over accompanied by the three brothers of the Xu family.

The old man walked to the side of the bamboo slices, took out a brush and half a teapot, I was very curious about what was in the teapot, so I glanced at it, and found that the teapot was filled with a red liquid, and there was a strong smell of blood, and I asked the master what kind of blood it was.

He said, black dog blood plus chicken blood.

After saying this, his old man's brush was dipped in some red liquid, and he began to write on the bamboo slices.

When all the words were written, I became more and more puzzled, because the words written by his old man around the house were, 'Jiashan Geng, Yishan Xin, Ushan You, Monkey and Mouse Jun Moxia, and the room was Ling. ’

These words, under the light of the sun, appear dazzling, and each word seems to be infused with painstaking blood, making people look at it as if they have been dementored.

Even I, looking at these words, almost lost my mind, but fortunately, the master pushed me, and this made me wake up.

The master said: "Chuanzi, remember these words in your heart, and when you deal with this matter in the future, you will have a sense of proportion." ”

When he said this, the master's tone was extremely soft.

Frankly speaking, I have known my master for more than a year, and he has never spoken well to me, except this time.

After saying this, the master did not speak again, and motioned for me to help him to the other two houses.

After the master finished writing on all the bamboo chips, his old man looked tired and said to me: "Chuanzi, you have been apprenticed to the teacher for so long, and the old man has not taught you anything, so I will send a poem today, and you must keep this poem in mind, because this poem is very important to solve the matter of these three houses in the future." ”

"Master, I will definitely keep it in mind." I nodded.

The red-billed red-billed finch is two long, and its eyes are like meteors shining red.

When there is nothing to do to hurt people's lives, fly in the middle of the day to cross the river.

But from the earthquake palace Jiazi, Xungong Jiawu is in order.

Go to the middle palace and don't return to the fire, and don't break ground in the Qiangong for a while.

Don't commit a crime at the gate of the palace, and it's hard to be an ant in the palace.

Xun Palace is in charge of the mountains, and it will be a disaster to build a house in the mountains.

This is a poem that the master made me remember, I call it the poem of the three gods, and the event of this time is called the incident of the three gods.

And after the master finished the poem, he dragged his tired body down the mountain.

We went down the mountain in Boss Xu's car. On the way, I don't know what happened, the master, who was still in good health, coughed violently, and when I got down the mountain, I saw the master and his old man coughing up blood.

We sent the master to the hospital in a panic, and after an examination, the doctor said that the master was old and lacking in qi and blood.

After the examination, the master was reluctant to stay in the hospital, saying that the hospital was a place where people died.

In desperation, we sent the master back to the village.

Back in the village, the rest of us helped his old man to bed.

As soon as he lay down, the master stopped at the three brothers of the Xu family and Qin Laosan, motioned for them to go out, and left me down, saying that he had something to tell me.

The three brothers of the Xu family didn't dare to stay for long, so they went out, and so did Qin Laosan.

As soon as they left, the master grabbed my hand, squinted at me, and said weakly: "Chuanzi, the old man's time is short, and I have a few words to explain to you." ”

As soon as I heard this, my eyes immediately moistened, and when I wrote those words in Nanmen Village, the master was still full of energy, why did he suddenly become so weak, so he said, "Master, your old man will live for a hundred years." ”

He smiled bitterly and said: "The life expectancy of the old man, the old man knows that it is tight, don't pick up good things to tell the old man, the old man left you today to tell you that the three houses are a trap, a trap for the old man to live." ”

"Master!" I didn't understand a little, so I said, "Why do you go there when you know it's a trap!" ”

He said: "Silly boy, if the old man doesn't go, how can the black handprint behind you disappear, and if the old man doesn't go, isn't he afraid of that person." ”

"Master!"

In an instant, my eyes moistened, and I immediately understood the master's good intentions, his old man deliberately asked me to go over to solve the matter, but in fact, he wanted to use those black ants to cure the black handprints behind it, and I couldn't tell the reason, just knowing that the master and his old man were for me, it would become like this.

"A manly man, how can he easily shed tears, and it will make people laugh when he says it." The master scolded me and coughed violently again.

"Master, don't talk, I'll take you to the hospital." I'm in a hurry.

"Ahem, ahem... Silly boy, don't do useless work, the words written on those bamboo pieces are the blood of the old man, even if the Daluo Immortal descends to earth, he can't save the old man. The master grabbed my palm tightly, and his voice became indistinct, "To... Old man... A cigarette. ”

I didn't want to give it, but the master glared at me, so frightened that I quickly took out a cigarette and lit it for his old man.

He took a deep breath of his cigarette, coughed violently, and said, "I've been giving up this thing for decades, and I didn't expect to be able to take a puff before I died." ”

As he spoke, the master asked me to help him up, and let me hold him in my arms.

I did.

"Chuan... Son, old man... In this life... The greatest honor is to accept you as an apprentice. The master held a cigarette in one hand, grabbed my right index finger with the other, and said, "Second junior brother, the old man is coming to look for you, and I just hope that you will rest on the Huangquan Road." ”

"Master, you won't have an accident, you won't!" I choked and grabbed the master.

The old man shook his head with difficulty and said, "Don't... Don't interrupt the old man, no... However, the old man will... Die with a grievance or everlasting regret. ”

After saying that, he squeezed my arm hard and continued: "Old... When your husband dies, don't... Don't tell your brother, old... Old man, I want him to regret it for the rest of his life, old... Husband.... ”

Speaking of this, the old man's limbs shook violently, his voice became extremely weak, the breathing in his mouth became weaker and weaker, and he said intermittently: "Old... Husband... After death, don't replace... The old man takes revenge, that... People too... Lunar. ”

"Master, what's your enemy's name?" I hurriedly asked.

"Chuan... Son, the old man sees... The second junior brother stood at the door to pick up the old man... The master smiled slightly and looked towards the door, "Second junior brother... Good... Long time no see. ”

After speaking, the master's hand clicked and hung down on the side of the bed, the cigarette in his hand burned slowly, and a faint smoke swirled in the room.

I looked down and saw that the master was smiling, his eyes closed and he was not breathing.

"Master..."I shouted hysterically, all this came too suddenly, I never thought that the master would pass away in such a hurry, tears fell down, drop by drop on the master's face.

Strange to say, at the same time, it suddenly rained outside, and strings of raindrops hit the ground desperately, making a crisp dripping sound, as if God was also crying for the master.