Yes, they forgot for a while, and this memory disappeared without a trace like a movie clip, leaving them with only endless speculation and clueless tidying.

The billowing smoke in the distance indicated that the place they wanted to go was now a sea of fire, and Cha Wenbin found that the two handwriting were from the same person, but he also knew that the person who left the note was not an old knife.

There is a saying in China called to look at people by words, and the words written by the arrogant character of the old knife will carry a trace of madness, but the handwriting on these two parchments reveals a free and easy reluctance to be subdued by the world, and the place where the pen passes is full of true temperament, and there is a trace of expectation.

"This is a master who showed us the way to live, maybe something really happened, but we have forgotten, since we have chosen to forget, then forget. We shouldn't have to be involved in these rights and wrongs in our lives, Lao Wang should be gone, so let's continue to live. Jerro, take us down the mountain. As he spoke, Cha Wenbin packed his bags and looked back at the distant place filled with fire and smoke, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart: I have been there!

Things are very simple, not much, except for those things handed down by the master, it doesn't matter if the others are lost, but there is a kettle on the ground, the lid is open, Cha Wenbin picked it up casually and prepared to pour a mouthful and then throw it away, but was surprised to find that there was a golden tadpole swimming around.

"Who put this, Chaozi, is it a prank you did?" Cha Wenbin shouted at everyone.

Everyone gathered around to take a look, yo, it's so fresh, there is not even a river around here, who will catch a tadpole and put it inside?

"Where am I going to get this thing, hey, you say it's so cold here, why doesn't the water in your kettle freeze?" Chaoson's reaction is fast, and what he thinks of is always beyond the imagination of others.

When he asked like this, it was really like this, the sea here is extremely high, there is snow all year round, and a pot of stagnant water is placed outdoors in the ice and snow, not to mention that the water is frozen, even a toad has frozen to death, not to mention tadpoles.

Cha Wenbin looked closely, this tadpole's head should have a trace of white, the back is golden and shiny, but there is a little flaw, it doesn't look so smooth, the first thought in his heart is: This shouldn't be a little three-legged toad.

Cha Wenbin said a little excitedly: "Chaozi come, come on, you get some dry food, don't be too big, just get some powder and sprinkle it for it to try." ”

Chaozi rummaged through it, found a pack of biscuits from the innermost part of the backpack, got a little bit and threw it into the pot, and the little tadpole really ate it in one bite!

"It's kind of interesting, it's so easy to feed, why don't you just take it back as a pet?"

In this way, this tadpole, which has been able to eat dry food since childhood, was brought back.

I really don't know the origin of this tadpole, but I heard Uncle Chaozi say that they got this thing back from a long way away, so Uncle Wen Bin is very precious. When I was a child, I was naughty and often made a mess of Uncle Wen Bin's room, but he never scolded me, but when I went to provoke this little tadpole, he would immediately turn his face and beat me.

After a long time after this incident, people from above also came to Cha Wenbin to investigate, and the people who were alive in that operation were all recorded, and they took away the parchment left by the "old knife", and the rest of the Ruyi book was hidden by Cha Wenbin.

The little tadpole grows very slowly, eating almost anything, moss, rice, or a drop of milk in the water, which is very good to feed, but after a few months, it is still a tadpole, and it has no intention of growing up. The little guy was left at Cha Wenbin's house, and the matter of Chaozi's vase was later over, in short, they all returned to their hometown and started living again.

At that time, I was still very young, but since the General Temple, my health has been bad, and I have to run to the hospital twice in three days, but it has not worked. That winter, he had whooping cough, and the old people said that if the child continued to cough like this, he would be wasted in the future. The drip was hung up, the needle was also shot, and nothing got better.

Later, my aunt used the soil method, what loquat leaf stew, Houttuynia cordata stew, I have drunk both, anyway, what others say is useful, my grandma will find a way for me to get it.

At that time, my grandfather was still there, and I didn't know where he got a recipe, saying that he had to eat the gall of sparrows. There is a saying, as everyone knows, called: Although the sparrow is small, it has all five organs!

The sparrow was really only a little bigger, so Abba would catch the sparrow and get the gall for me to eat. I really ate a lot of weird stuff like that. The major hospitals are also perennial patients, and the doctors can't help me, I take medicine and injections, and I cooperate with everything, anyway, none of them can be seen well, either cough or fever.

At that time, my mother was also anxious, and wondered if she should go find someone to take a look. At that time, Cha Wenbin and they had already come back from Kunlun, and in that half a year, he almost closed the door, and he didn't know what to do all day long when he left himself in the house, except for the occasional special person who could enter, no one else could find him, because there was a big man as fierce as the door god at the door of his house, and I heard the people in their village say that this killing god had a dragon-shaped scar on his chest, and he couldn't afford to provoke it.

My Abba went to eat twice in person, and then I was in a hurry, and my aunt took me to his door in person.

My mother was a rural woman, and her voice was so loud that half of the village could hear her shouting. She stood at Cha Wenbin's door and shouted Cha Wenbin's name at the top of her voice, Cha Wenbin heard it, came out and saw that it was us, and quickly let someone take her to the house.

When my mother told him about my situation, he first gave Dashan a severe beating, and then quickly took me into a room.

The room was lit with sandalwood, and on the wall inside was a portrait of Sanqing, and in front of it was a shrine with some offerings and incense sticks, and two futons on the ground. In the middle of the place is a small table of eight immortals and a stool, on the table there are messy thread-bound books and pen, ink, paper and inkstone, etc., and on the wall is my most greedy seven-star sword, boys love to dance and play with swords when they are young.

What makes me even more interesting is that there is a small goldfish bowl in the upper right corner of the table, which was a rare object at that time, made of jade, and it is said that Chaozi brought it back to Cha Wenbin when he returned to the provincial capital to pour antiques.

I was still very young at that time, not tall enough, when Cha Wenbin went to incense Sanqing, he climbed to his stool in twos and threes, and saw that the fish tank was not a precious fish, but a golden tadpole, I thought it was funny, so I poked it with my fingers, that guy was a thief, how could he not poke it, so I simply took my hand to pinch it.

"Xiaoyi, what are you doing! Get your hands out! Cha Wenbin's stern voice came from behind, and I was so frightened that I almost slapped the Ming Dynasty jade fish tank to the ground in a panic.

Maybe in my impression, the probability of Cha Wenbin getting angry is very rare, especially for me, but that time, I saw his very stern gaze, and I had to keep my head down and wait for criticism.

Unexpectedly, after seeing the tadpoles in the vat, Cha Wenbin didn't blame me too much, but asked me to go to the futon and kneel on the wall to incense Sanqing.

At that time, I called these portraits "Bodhisattvas" and asked, "Who is this Bodhisattva?" ”

Cha Wenbin touched my head and said with a smile: "This is not a Bodhisattva, this is the Heavenly Sanqing Patriarch, you hurry up and worship." ”

I followed Cha Wenbin's meaning, and after kowtowing, Cha Wenbin inserted the incense in my hand, and then carried me to the small stool and asked me: "Recently, have you been playing anywhere?" ”

I shook my head, in fact, I have been very naughty since I was a child, the more adults are not allowed to go, the more I like to go, what grave mountain to hide cats and cats, digging birds' nests in the willow forest, holding a plastic bag over my head on a rainy day, etc. I knew that if I said any of these things, I would be beaten up, so I refused to say it.

Cha Wenbin still looked at me and smiled: "Say it, I promise not to tell your mother." ”

If you say where to play, the only thing is the old ancestral hall at the entrance of the village. This ancestral hall was the home of a large landlord in our place before liberation, and after liberation, it became the collective property of the village, and there were some poor families who went there to make do with a temporary life for a while, but without exception, after living for a few nights, they would rather sleep on the road than go there to shelter from the wind and rain, and they all said that it was haunted.

The ancestral hall was not far from the elementary school where I studied, only 500 meters away, and I hadn't studied at that time, but several of my cousins often took me to the school area to play, and there was the old ancestral hall.

The children's curiosity was innate, and I didn't know where I heard that it was haunted, so it became a holy place for exploration in the eyes of their guys, and I naturally followed.

On Sundays, we often go there to play, but in fact, we go to a group of children in the ancestral hall to scare themselves. For example, the older children lead us into an open room, and then the thief behaves cautiously, and then suddenly yells: "Mom, there's a ghost, run!" The older children tend to scatter in a hurry, each screaming and yelling, as if they were the hell, and I, because I am the youngest, is often the last to run out.

In fact, it was such a seemingly boring game, and in those days, we had a lot of fun.

But there were also some of the doors that were locked with the old latch copper locks, and the doors were also closed, and the windows were covered with old newspapers that had been badly yellowed from many years ago, layer upon layer.

There is a huge ancestral hall, we have all gone in to play, and the straw scattered all over the ground proves that this was once a farmer's warehouse, and now it is a paradise for rats and our paradise.

The buildings in the ancestral hall have the obvious Qing Dynasty color, the doors and windows are very elaborate carvings, and many small black tiles have been smashed with stones by tricksters like us.

And I did see some unusual things in that ancestral hall, so I explained this matter to Cha Wenbin