My grandfather died, and the coffin could not be buried immediately, so when I spent the night in the mourning hall, my mother took me to keep a vigil. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

From then on, I vowed never to hold a vigil for anyone, including my parents.

When it was dark, we hurried back to my uncle's house in the snow, and the lights were on and it was noisy.

Shoucai was prepared by my uncle a long time ago, and I deliberately looked at the word "Shou" on the coffin baffle again, and the pony's face was not good-looking after seeing it.

The paper bundle and wreath next to the coffin must have been bought by these relatives of my family from Brother Champion.

The wreaths are very delicate, but a little cheesy, and the paper is very rough, but I saw a pair of paper figures, made lifelike, obviously not from the hands of one person.

This pair of paper figurines is so delicate that I was a little frightened when I saw it, and I thought it was someone's child who was naughty and pretended.

I hate these papers, and this mourning hall, even though there is a grandmother lying in the coffin.

After dinner, the uncle arranged for the guests to stay.

With so many relatives in the house at once, the uncle could only arrange for these relatives and friends to go to the neighbor's house to spend the night.

Brother Zhenmin invited me to live in his old house, which had been abandoned for a long time, but had been cleaned up, and he specially brought a futon.

The pony also followed me, and the chief of the Pathfinder stayed behind to continue chanting for my grandmother, and my uncle promised him 200 yuan of hard-earned money.

Brother Zhenmin's old house is outside the town, when the previous alliance was called Xitui Township, it was not prosperous, and his family also lived on the hillside, more than a mile away from his grandfather's old house.

We lit a pile of firewood in the hall, and Brother Zhenmin took out a jar of sorghum wine and three white porcelain bowls, and everyone took turns drinking to keep warm.

The pony couldn't drink enough, and soon got drunk, and was helped to the bed by me and Brother Zhenmin, and covered with a quilt.

Back at the fire, Brother Zhenmin asked in a low voice, "Who are these Taoist leaders and ponies you brought?" Are you familiar with them? ”

I shook my head, and under the pretext of going together for convenience, I left the hall with Brother Zhenmin.

In the humble latrine, I whispered to Zhenmin, "This pony has a shou-shou-shang-on on the outside of his father's arm. ”

Brother Zhenmin shuddered after hearing this, and asked, "What about this Taoist priest?" ”

"It's the master invited by the pony, we have to be open and honest about the past!"

Brother Zhenmin naturally knows what "old past" refers to?

He led me into a side room, which was very dilapidated and dusty a finger thick, and introduced: "This is my father's room, and he has lived here alone since he came back with your grandfather, and has become silent." ”

"Didn't you ask why?" I question.

Brother Zhenmin handed me the flashlight, then swept away the dust on the wall with a broomstick, and replied to me: "My father said that they were bullied outside, and they were depressed, but he also gave my mother a sum of money, and he planned to continue to go out to earn money, but unfortunately he didn't go out yet, and something happened." ”

I shone my flashlight on the adobe wall, where there was a strange pattern carved into it, which looked like a simple map, because it also had the names of the places written on it: Donggou, Yehugou, Lonely Soul Ridge.

At this time, the flashlight suddenly went out, I was busy shaking, a chill arose, Brother Zhenmin hurriedly took out the lighter and lit the broom, as a torch to illuminate, I quieted down, there was no furniture in the room, not even a mouse, only peeling adobe walls.

By the light of the broom, Zhenmin wrote down the map on the wall, and then painted the pattern on the wall with a burning broom.

In the flickering light and darkness of Mars' fall, I felt that someone was staring at us.

I hurriedly twisted the flashlight, and finally it was on again, so I looked around the room, and there were only me and Brother Zhenmin in the room, so I asked: "Brother Zhenmin, what is carved on the wall?" Why do you want to cross it out? ”

Brother Zhenmin dropped the extinguished broom and explained: "It's my father's will, he doesn't know much about words, so he expresses it in pictures." ”

At this time, the wooden door of the old house made a "squeak" sound, and I couldn't hold the flashlight steadily, the sound was too scary. Brother Zhenmin grabbed the flashlight, grabbed the room, and shone towards the door of the house.

I hurriedly followed, and I saw that under the light of the flashlight, a black shadow blocked my eyes with my hand.

"Don't shine in my face, the light is too strong!" It was the voice of the old Taoist priest.

Brother Zhenmin turned the flashlight and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

We entered the hall and sat down around the fire, and the old Taoist priest saw this jar of sorghum wine and immediately poured it full of bitter drink.

"Why do you monks still drink?" Brother Zhenmin questioned.

The old Taoist priest disagreed, and asked rhetorically: "Have you read the martial arts novels written by Jin Yong?" The Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect all drink alcohol, and their martial arts are strong, and I am an anonymous disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. ”

Brother Zhenmin didn't think so, and asked straight to the point: "The Taoist chief is here to find an ancient tomb, right?" ”

I hurriedly explained to him: "This is Brother Zhenmin, and the outside of his father's arm is also branded with the word "Shou". ”

After hearing this, the old Taoist priest understood, and asked, "Ling Zun also entered the ancient tomb back then?" ”

Brother Zhenmin nodded and replied: "For this, I took my father's life and the happiness of my family!" ”

"Since this little brother is also a bitter master, then the poor road opened the skylight and said bright words, Lingzun and they entered the ancient tomb, some people took the treasures in the tomb, and some people returned empty-handed!"

Brother Zhenmin immediately said: "My father just returned empty-handed. ”

"And my grandfather." This sentence is nonsense, the Taoist chief has known it for a long time, but before Brother Zhenmin, I have to be consistent with him.

The old Taoist priest took a sip of sorghum wine again, and continued: "The person who died first is a relief, or it is to abandon the car to protect the handsome, although Ling Zun died early, but in exchange for your peace and sound, the old horse has lived to the present, but has been living in fear. But this kind of good life has come to an end, and it is time for you to pay off the debts owed by your elders! ”

Brother Zhenmin's face turned pale and asked: "But we don't even know what debts our parents owe, how can we pay them back?" And where the creditor is, I don't know! ”

The head of the Hidden Dao said proudly: "The poor road is here for this, not for money, but for fame!" ”

A cold wind blew and blew open the broken wooden door of the hall, and I got up to close the door, and saw a figure descending from the sky, and then floating in front of my eyes, and I was frightened, "Mom", and sat on the ground.

Brother Zhenmin immediately snatched out of the hall and looked at the night sky, and couldn't help but tremble.

The old Taoist priest came over and helped me up, and also walked towards the door.

I could clearly see a figure, but it was as light as paper.

Brother Zhenmin took a flashlight and shone it on the ridge of the house, only to see a paper figure straddling the ridge.

The old Taoist priest immediately recited a mantra, waved his fingers, and shouted: "Disease! ”

A red light rushed towards the ridge of the main hall, and the paper figure fell to the ground in response.

Brother Zhenmin was also frightened, and the old Taoist priest picked up the paper figure and praised: "The craftsmanship is very good, but if this kind of thing is made too realistically, it will bring disaster to the master's family." ”

What made me even more frightened was that this old guy actually carried the paper figure back into the house, and Brother Zhenmin closed the door and explained: "This is what your third aunt bought from Anle Town, and it is much more exquisite than the champion!" ”

The old guy threw the paper figure into the fire and burned it, and in the jumping flames, I saw the paper man's distorted face and seemed to hear him screaming.