Wuzhaoguan is a dense forest, there is no shortage of birds and beasts in the forest, since the Mo side can't afford to buy meat, then he plans to try his luck and give Hong'er some game back. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Master Wuzhao is now in retreat and cultivation in the back mountain, and he has told him not to disturb anyone, and now that Mo Fang is secretly going, he can only pray that he will not let the master bump into him, then he will be guilty of more crimes.

Going out from the back door of Wuzhaoguan, it was a winding path, because almost no one usually walked, this path was covered with weeds, and the boundary had long been blurred, but when Mo Fang pushed open the back door, he had a stomach full of doubts.

The weeds outside the door were in a ruvel shape, and they all pressed out a trail that could be traced, which was not something that could be stepped on in one or two trips, and it seemed that there were many people walking on this path recently.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't let me come? It turned out that he lied to me, Senior Brother Heiya was getting more and more excessive, he didn't let me come, and he ran away by himself. Mo Fang grabbed a stalk of grass and held it in his mouth, grumbling all the way forward.

It was the golden autumn, the maple leaves in the mountains were already red, the forest was painted with golden red colors, the spots were like a painting, the hare at this time was the fattest, Mo Fang held a wooden bow in his hand, and aimed around the mountains with arrows, looking forward to jumping out of which bush a big fat rabbit would come out.

The path that was flattened stretches upwards, leading to a cliff in the back mountain, this stone tomb has existed since the time when the Mo Fang was a child, its history can not be traced, only know that this is an empty tomb, when he was a child, the Mo Fang often came here with Dai Wu to play, and later after being sensible, the Mo Fang felt that this place was unlucky, so he stopped coming.

Although Mo Fang didn't want to come to this place, he has not patronized it for more than ten years, because no matter who of the three of them made a mistake, Master Wu Zhao only had one way to punish him, and that was to go to the stone tomb to face the wall and think about it.

The stone tomb is actually not very big, not so much a burial chamber, Mo Fang feels more like a cave, there are four or five interconnected stone caves, except for the lack of coffins and burial goods, it is not much different from ordinary stone tombs.

The stone tomb is dark all the year round, gloomy, when I was a child, it was too hot to stand in the summer, and Mo Fang led Dai Wu to come here to enjoy the coolness.

It's one thing for two people to play, it's not good for a person to think about it here, Mo Fang is timid, his imagination is still rich, he has spent many difficult years here, this stone tomb has left a lot of shadows in Mo Fang's childhood.

It can be said that he hates this place deeply, and whenever there is a thunderstorm, the Mo Fang wishes that God will blow up this place with a thunderbolt, so that if he makes a mistake in the future, the master will not be able to drive him here.

As the saying goes, sincerity is spirituality, it may be that the desire of the Mo side is too strong, and the number of times he recites to God is too much, and he is really unfortunate to be right, on a sunny afternoon not long ago, suddenly a thunderbolt sounded in the back mountain, and a red lightning bolt happened to split the cliff, splitting a crack in the cliff, and the boulder rolling down the mountain also smashed down the backyard wall of Wuzhaoguan.

The red lightning that day was very strange, but because Wu Zhao was very distressed about the Taoist temple he built brick by brick, he fell a wall, so what was it? As a result, this strange incident was forgotten by everyone because of the fatigue of building the wall.

Although Mo Fang was tired, he was very happy, and he finally didn't have to go to the stone tomb to think about it in the future.

After the stone tomb collapsed, the dark clouds in the direction of Panlong Ridge seemed to have drifted to the back mountain of Wuzhao Temple, Wu Zhao locked the back door since then, and no one was allowed to go, although Wu Zhao didn't say it, but Mo Fang faintly felt that there must be something wrong with the stone tomb, but he didn't have the courage to see it.

Standing in front of the fork in the road leading to the cliff and the deep mountain, Mo Fang hesitated, tilted his head to look at the path that had been trampled on, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Mo Fang recalled the three days since he came back, Senior Brother Heiya was still the same as before, keen on chopping wood and carrying water, sunrise and sunset, and he had never seen him go to the back mountain, and Heifang's personality was straightforward, and he couldn't hide things in his heart.

Thinking about Dai Wu again, it is even more impossible, since he brought Yun Fei and them back to the view, Dai Wu has no excitement to watch, he can do nothing for a day, sit on the threshold and watch everyone go in and out, he doesn't do anything himself, silly music all day, that is, eating can lure him away.

Besides, although Dai Wu is a fool, he is the most obedient one, and the master is not allowed to go to the back mountain, and the ten cows don't want to pull him away.

If the road to the back mountain was not stepped on by the senior brother and the second senior brother, then who would it be? Is it Master?

Master Wu Zhao is very timid, otherwise Mo Fang would not have the idea of going to Panlong Ridge alone, since the stone tomb of the cliff was inexplicably blown up, Wu Zhao no longer dared to go to the back mountain, why did he suddenly remember to go to the back mountain to retreat and cultivate?

Mo Fang pondered and shook his head, he couldn't think of the reason, if Master was really in retreat and cultivating, why did he walk this path back and forth without looking back?

The more he thought about it, the stranger it became, and finally curiosity overcame timidity, and he couldn't help but walk towards the mountain road leading to the cliff.

Mo Fang walked lightly and cautiously up the path, he wanted to see, but he was afraid that he would really meet the master, so he dodged all the way, sneaked forward, and forgot about the rabbit hunting.

He walked to the bend, squatted behind the tree and listened for a long time, and only after making sure that there was no movement did he sneak out, he rubbed out from behind the tree, and as soon as he looked up, suddenly a gust of mountain wind blew, and something stuck on his face.

"What the hell!" Mo Fang was almost scared to pee his pants by the sudden change, and rolled down the mountain road with a miserable howl.

Mofang flipped all the way, the branches scratching his clothes and scratching his face, and finally he hit a tree and stopped, and the thing was still stuck on his face like a dogskin plaster.

Mo Fang hurt everywhere when he hit it, but his mind was not about whether it hurt or not, he ripped off the thing that "pushed" him down the hill, and found that it was actually a handkerchief.

"Handkerchief?" Mo Fang grinned and shouted incredulously.

Wuzhao Temple is built in the deep mountains, far away from the village, there are not many pilgrims in the temple all year round, and no one will come to this back mountain, how can a handkerchief suddenly appear? It's just outlandish.

This handkerchief is pink, embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, the embroidery is fine, lifelike, whether it is the fabric or the embroidery thread, it is brand new, the handkerchief still has a faint fragrance of fat powder, it should be left here not long ago.