On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, I rarely didn't practice, so I got up early in the morning and started to pack my things. In fact, there is nothing to clean up. What can there be in a broken cave? After cleaning the cave again, he waited outside the cave for the master to return.

Fortunately, my unreliable master finally came back to the fairy cave at noon, and saw me at the entrance of the cave like Wangfu Stone, and said with a smile: "Aren't you going home?" Look, I'm thrilling you..."

"Master, aren't you going home with me for the New Year?" I asked with some loss, after all, in the past few years, the master has been very good to me in general.

The master squinted and replied, "Don't you have a home?" Could it be that I jumped out of the crack in the stone like that monkey? ”

I touched my head and smiled, the master didn't seem to talk much about himself, and I didn't ask. When I think about it, I feel that my apprentice is not competent enough.

The same riding a paper horse, this time the speed was much faster, and it took less than half a day to arrive.

The master found a nearby forest and stopped, "You go back... I'll pick you up again after the New Year..."

I answered loudly and ran into the village without looking back. The four words "return to the heart like an arrow" are the most appropriate to describe at this time.

When I got to the entrance of the village, I sensed that something was wrong. It's twenty-nine years old today, and the village should have been quite lively in the past, why is it so quiet this year?

There is a cold atmosphere everywhere.

Zhenghu was walking home suspiciously, and suddenly found that the shoes under his feet had a little more white powder, and it was very eye-catching when it fell on the black uppers.

When I looked up, it turned out that some white lime was sprinkled on the door of every house.

I was shocked that this was a white thing in the village.

The custom in the village is that after the death of a family member, the descendants of the deceased draw a pattern in white lime at the door of each house, with a capital U shape and a vertical in the middle. From a distance, it looks like a Ugin trident.

Listening to the older generation, it is hoped that the deceased will not find the wrong place when they return to their souls, which scares the villagers. Moreover, white lime also has a certain effect of warding off evil spirits.

"Dad, Dad, Dad..."

I ran all the way home, opened the door and shouted.

It wasn't until I saw my father adding firewood to the stove behind the kitchen stove that my heart settled.

The fiery red light reflected on his father's face, and he opened his mouth in astonishment, and after a long time, he smiled and said, "Fengzi is back." ”

I haven't seen me for three years, my father saw me come back at first glance, and he was so happy that he didn't know what to do, his rough hands kept wiping on his body, and he wanted to add vegetables at night, "Why don't you say hello when you come back?" ”

After speaking, he looked behind me again, "Why didn't your master come with you?" ”

I consciously rolled up my sleeves and began to help, "The master went back to his own home." ”

The two of them were busy for a while, and made a radish roast pork, a salted duck and soybeans, and a fried greens...

It can be seen that my dad is very happy, and he smiled and took out the good wine hidden under the bed.

I consciously took two glasses, one in front of my dad and one in front of myself, and brought the wine over, poured it for my dad, and filled it for myself.

My dad was a little worried and took my wine glass, "You're still young, it's time to grow your body, you can't drink." ”

I snatched the cup back and explained, "The master said that a man can't drink without drinking. What's more, I've been drinking it for three years. Dad, maybe you don't drink as much as I do..."

My dad was relieved, "What the master said, it must be all for your good." In that case, let's have two drinks with my dad tonight. ”

After three rounds of drinking, my dad became a little drunk and began to talk more. It seems that when many people are sober like this, words are more precious than gold, and when they drink wine, they become chatter.

"Xiaoying, did you see it? Our family has grown a little taller and stronger. ”

"If only you were still here..."

"Fengzi, remember to listen to your master when you go out... You have to have a good eye and be diligent, otherwise people will teach you real skills. ”

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My father was chattering with drunken eyes, and I listened to it, and it sounded a little touching.

I looked at my father, who seemed a little older than the year I had gone.

After cleaning up and helping my father to the bed, I didn't feel sleepy at all.

Only then did it suddenly sound, and the Buddha's palm rushed into the Daqing Mountain, and it didn't come back.

Usually in the fairy cave, the little guy likes to rely on me. It's nine or ten o'clock, why haven't you come back?

I pushed open the door and took a few steps outside, and there was only one silhouette of Daqingshan in the shadows, like a winding dragon, guarding the village.

I whistled, and the shrill voice was heard far and wide in the silent and empty night.

After a long time, I heard some movement in the distance, I was relieved, the Buddha palm can be said to be my pistachio in the fairy cave, three years of getting along, I sometimes even treat it as a person, when my younger brother looks.

It's just that I don't know why, the Buddha's palm hasn't grown much in the past three years, except for the round belly. I asked the master, but the master didn't know.

I stood for a moment before a deft black figure rushed into my arms, grabbed me by the collar and squeaked, pointing in the direction of the mountain.

I reached out and touched the little head of the Buddha's palm, only to find that the Buddha's palm was messy, and there were slight scars on the body, I only thought it was the Buddha's palm playful, it was estimated that I had met the monkeys in the mountains, the monkeys were xenophobic, and it was estimated that it was a fight.

"You little thing, if you don't want to go to the mountains, you want to go, now it's okay." I reached out and nodded the head of the Buddha's palm.

The cries of the Buddha's palms were still very rapid, some scared, some excited.

I yawned and held the Buddha's palm in my arms, "I don't sleep at night in winter, I go to the mountains to look for ghosts..."

So I didn't care about the screaming Buddha palm, and went back to the house to sleep, and the Buddha palm saw that I didn't mean to go to the mountain, and when the door was closed and there was only a small crack left, one of them got into the house.

The north wind howled, and snowflakes drifted outside, and soon a thin layer of snow accumulated on the ground, covering the white lime on the ground.

I was lazy, didn't meditate, held the Buddha's palm, and lay down in the warm quilt.

There was a smell of sunlight in the bed, and apparently my father was ready even when I wasn't at home.

At about two o'clock, I was sleeping sweetly, but I was woken up by the sound of gongs and drums, and I touched my hand in my arms, but I didn't touch the soft fur I imagined.

I woke up suddenly, and when I lifted the quilt, it was empty, where was the shadow of half a Buddha's palm?

I can't help but have a bad premonition in my heart, the Buddha palm used to be the most snooze, and never ran out in the middle of the night?

The shouts outside, the chaotic footsteps, disturbed the silent night...

"There's a ghost......

"Corpse ......"

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