Three days is actually a very short time, but it is a kind of torment for Meng Qingnan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He never thought that he had killed a pig all his life, and finally planted it in the hands of this animal, which was really a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution was unpleasant.

He regretted that he shouldn't have killed the two pigs in the team that day.

In the early years, the master once said to him that the "five-clawed pig" and the "yellow-edged pig" are both reincarnated, and because they have done unconscionable and immoral things in their previous lives, they have committed "excessive confession", and they will be reduced to animal roads and become "five-clawed pigs". He has met it before, but he has not killed it, but the "yellow-edged pig" is the first time he has encountered it, and he has not noticed it for a while, and he carelessly lost Jingzhou, and now it is too late to regret it.

According to Master, the "yellow-edged pig" is actually also a "five-clawed pig".

"Five-clawed pig" has yin and yang five claws, generally people say "five-clawed pig" refers to the pig with five toes, this kind of "five-clawed pig" belongs to the yang five-claw, easy to distinguish, and the yin five-claw is the "yellow-edged pig". The "yellow-edged pig" does not have five toes, which cannot be seen on the surface, but there will be a trace of yellow line in its eyes, and it is only possible to see the clues if you look closely at its eyes.

But then again, who would go and stare down at the pig's eyes when they kill a pig? Therefore, it is often not found until it is dissected. Because of this, the "yellow-edged pig" is even more dangerous.

He did make preparations to kill the "five-clawed pig", according to the master's instructions, wearing a hat and a robe upside down, and his face was covered with talisman water, and the ghosts of the animals could not find him. But later, when the "yellow-edged pig" was killed, there was nothing to be prepared for, and this Yin Five Claws was more dangerous and difficult than the previous Yang Five Claws.

The matter has come to this point, and there is no use in regretting, so I can only find a way to save myself. He locked himself in his room and carefully recalled what his master had taught, but he was not sure.

Speaking of which, he has not been with the master for a long time, and the skills he has learned are limited, so he can't compare with the master and the senior brother at all, but unfortunately the master has already passed away, and the senior brother is also far away in Lei Gongling, a hundred miles away. Far water can't save the near fire, and it's also a question of whether the senior brother is still alive now.

The past was like smoke, and he couldn't help but think of Master.

Master's surname is Huang, his hometown is in Huaqiao, and he is his savior. Meng Qingnan met him by chance, otherwise he would have turned into a pile of dry bones.

It was in the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China before the liberation, Meng Qingnan was sixteen years old, and he followed several elders in the village to Guangdong to pick salt.

At that time, salt was scarce, and there was no salt production in the mainland, and all salt was sold from Lianzhou, Guangdong. Originally, all dynasties strictly forbade private salt trafficking, but since the beginning of the Republic of China, there has been continuous civil strife, and later there was the invasion of Japanese devils, and the national government in these remote areas has no flawless consideration, giving salt dealers an opportunity. They hired people to pick up cotton yarn from Hunan to Lianzhou, and then to pick up salt from Lianzhou, more than 100 catties of burden, over the mountains and mountains, extremely difficult, a trip back and forth must last more than two months.

Although he was young at that time, he was helplessly forced by life and took on the burden of the family early. I gritted my teeth and ran twice before, but although I was tired of hard work, it was quite smooth. Unfortunately, on the way to the third time he fell ill. When he walked to Lei Gongling, he really couldn't support it, and he couldn't get up after lying down.

The fellow pickers shared some of his cotton yarn with each person, pooled a little money, and let him rest in the gang shop (small hotel) in Lei Gongling, and then return home when he was a little sicker.

The boss of the shop was okay at first, and asked Lang Zhong to see him well, but his illness did not get better, but became more and more heavy, and he fell asleep all day, and the grain of rice was not sticky, and the boss was afraid that he would die in the store and cause trouble, so three days later he asked someone to carry him to the mountain temple on the side of the road with a door panel, and let him fend for himself.

It was also his life that should not be extinguished, and he was met by the master passing by. The master carried him to his brother Huang Zhixiang's house, collected medicine and decoction, and he didn't get up until half a month later.

Master was in his fifties at the time, alone, and in his early years he was a butcher who killed pigs and dogs, and later changed his career to become a wandering langzhong, walking outside all year round, saving lives and helping the wounded. This has always happened to be in Lei Gongling, living in the house of his apprentice Huang Zhixiang. In this way, after his health was a little better, he returned to Huaqiao with the master, Huaqiao is twenty miles away from Xinghua Village, and he raised it at the master's house for a few days.

He had a tuberculosis father, a blind mother, and two young sisters.

After hearing him talk about the situation at home, the master sighed after a long silence, took him as an apprentice, and turned out the tools he had used to kill pigs and cook in his early years and gave them to him. Finally, he called one of his cousins, who was still a butcher, and asked him to help him lead him on a walk in the countryside. In this way, Meng Qingnan became a butcher, and in the countryside of that era, butchers could barely be regarded as a good profession.

For him, Master is his reborn parent. He vowed to be a good man and honor his master in the future. Unfortunately, one night a year later, the master knocked on his door covered in blood, leaned against the door, handed him a small cloth bag, opened his mouth to say something but couldn't say anything, and finally tilted his head and died in his arms.

There were a dozen silver dollars in the cloth bag, a jade pendant, a stack of amulet paper, and a book. Meng Qingnan was grief-stricken, used the silver dollars in his bag to buy a coffin, wore linen and filial piety, and buried his master next to the ancestral grave of the Meng family in Xinghua Village.

At that time, although he didn't understand why the master was seriously injured, he also knew that he must have encountered an accident or some kind of enemy, the other party was a very powerful master, and the location should be in Xinghua Village or nearby. He wanted to avenge his master, bothered to find clues, and during this time, he also went to Lei Gongling to find his senior brother for help, but unfortunately he failed twice. The senior brother went out and did not return, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Decades have passed like this, and he has not found anything, and he doesn't know what happened to the master back then, and he has not been able to give the master an explanation, which makes him very guilty.

The cold wind outside was bleak, and although there was no wind in the room, he felt even colder in his heart. He walked around the room in an uncertain mood, from the kitchen to the house, and from the house to the kitchen, and after a few back and forth, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and found the small cloth bag that Master had given him in the old box at the head of the bed.

Inside the cloth bag were the relics that the master had given him when he was dying: a jade pendant, a stack of amulets and a book, and the silver dollar was long gone. He took the book in his hand and looked through it, he was born in poverty, he had never been to school when he was a child, and after liberation, he only learned a few words in a literacy class, he tried his best to copy out the words he didn't know one by one, and took them to ask others, and finally figured out the content of the book. Unfortunately, no one recognizes the text in the last half of the text, and I don't know what is written.

In fact, he remembered the contents of the book very clearly, there was nothing very special, it was just a subconscious action to look through it, he sighed, took out the stack of talismans and put them in his pocket, and the book and jade pendant were still wrapped and stuffed into the box.

He meditated for a moment and settled down. It has come to this point, and it is useless to think too much, whether the animal seeks revenge or not, whether there is a disaster or not, and he can only resign himself to fate. But there is one thing, no matter what, he has to protect his family and not let them be harmed, which is his responsibility.

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind with a resolute face.

Without further ado, he immediately took action: first pasted all the windows of the house with brown paper, and then killed the big crowing rooster in the house, and smeared the blood of the chicken on the four corners of the house. On the winter solstice, there was no work, and the family had dinner early, including his wife, who arranged for him to be squeezed into the room of his son Meng Fanmao. He gave each of them a piece of talisman paper and stuck a pig-killing knife in the door.

He repeatedly commanded them not to make a noise no matter what was happening outside, let alone to open the door and come out. He sat alone in his own room, lit an oil lamp, and waited for the night to come.

It's the coldest time of the year, and the nights on rainy days are even colder. Meng Qingnan sat on the bed with a fire cage in his arms, waiting nervously. Until midnight came, nothing unusual was found except for the north wind howling outside the window, and the village was so quiet that even the barking of dogs could not be heard.

He wondered if he was scared of himself, although he said that the "five-clawed pig" was a murderous thing, but after all, it was a legend, and he had not seen it himself, so maybe the rumors were wrong and might not be known. Superstition, who can say for sure? He believes that there are ghosts and gods in this world, but he is in his fifties, after all, he has not seen it with his own eyes, has he? In a moment of thought, he fell asleep leaning against the railing of the bed.

The night was uneventful, and the second night there was no movement. But the family was frightened by him, especially his son and daughter-in-law, who were very dissatisfied. What era do you still believe in those feudal superstitions? didn't eat the pork, but accompanied him to frighten himself, making his heart pound and panic.

Meng Qingnan had a gloomy face, and asked his daughter-in-law to go to the team to ask for a leave, take his son to his mother's house for one night, and come back the day after tomorrow. This is a rare good thing, the little couple changed their clothes and left happily. Then he told his wife to take his daughter back to her brother's house for one night, but his wife refused to go, and he rarely got angry.

He knew that the later the other party came, the greater the danger, today is the third day, as long as there is nothing to do tonight, and it will be tomorrow, then there is basically nothing to do, and he can let go of his heart.

The eldest daughter is married, and the second son is studying in agricultural high school, and he lives in the school boarding, which saves trouble. But in the evening, my wife came back again, and she really couldn't rest assured at home. Meng Qingnan didn't say anything more, let his wife live in his son's room at night, and lay on the bed alone, waiting quietly.

The wind howled outside that night, mixed with the seeping cries of the crying birds, and the dogs in the village barked incessantly since the end of the day, which made people feel particularly frightened. Meng Qingnan knew that he should come after all, he still couldn't hide from it, and there must be something tonight. So far, stretching out the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife, where are you afraid of it? When I think about it this way, my heart becomes more steady.

It was too cold in the winter night, so he sat on the bed with the quilt in his arms. He didn't take off his clothes, put the bright boning knife on the quilt, smoked a dry cigarette, and listened to the movement outside the window.

The winter solstice is the time of year when the days are shortest and the nights are the longest. It gets dark very early, and it's even more rainy days, and the lights have to be lit around five o'clock. Meng Qingnan sat on the bed, pinched his fingers and counted the hour, the bed on his head when he was self-sufficient, seeing that the time was about to go, and the time was coming, he sat on the bed for five or six hours, and smoked bitterly in his mouth.

For two days in a row, he was so nervous that he barely slept at night, and he was so tired that before he knew it, his head was lowered, and a slight snoring sounded a moment later......

A gust of wind blew, he opened his eyes in a daze, only to see the flame of the oil lamp on the table dancing like a dance, the kraft paper on the window "hissed" and broke a big hole, a pointed head squeezed in from the pane, and then the body came in, he reached out to grab the boning knife on the quilt, and found that he couldn't move at all, seeing the body that came in suddenly transformed into a tall fierce man, standing by the bed, smiling and reaching out to grab his chest, carrying him out of the window out of the room.

He could not speak, his body could not move, his eyes were dark, and when he could see the light, he found himself on a barren slope, and two hideous-looking and long-haired men stood in front of him, staring at him with a fierce smile, and he understood that these were the two animals that had been killed that day. The tall man who had taken him out laughed hoarsely:

"Can you stop me? If you dare to kill us, you should know the consequences. “

The other short one said viciously, "You have peeled us and unloaded dozens of pieces, which makes us feel unbearable, and we will also make you miserable, and you will die slowly, ...... you will be in pain."

At this moment he found himself able to move.

Fortunately, the rune paper was still in his pocket, so he took it out and "snapped" at the two ghosts, a green fire flashed, and the two ghosts lay on the ground and rolled and wailed.

He turned and ran, desperately choosing, and in front of him was a cliff, and the fog was thick and bottomless. When he turned to find another way, he found that the two animals were blocking him one after the other.

He reached for his pocket, which was empty. Only then did I remember that the rune paper had been used up before.

Eagerly erected his left palm, pinched a trick with his right hand, and made a palm thunder spell, and hit the dwarf ghost in front of him, the dwarf shrank and rolled away, he hurried to leave, and was dragged by the tall man who pounced on him from behind, he gritted his teeth and stuffed his right index finger into his mouth, wanting to bite his finger to sacrifice a bloody handprint and the two ghosts desperately, but found that his teeth were weak and he couldn't bite his fingers, and at the same time he was desperate, he was stuck in his throat by the dwarf......

This startled him so much that he jumped up from the bed, and fell to the ground with a "choking" of the knife on his face. The oil lamp had been extinguished, and the house was pitch black. He realized that he was dreaming. He took out a match, lit the oil lamp with a "bang", and a cold wind rushed in his face, and the flame swayed. He looked up and saw a large hole in the brown paper in the window, and a huge black cat crouched on the windowsill, staring at him with round eyes.

He bent down to pick up the boning knife on the ground, and before he could make a move, the cat meowed out of the hole in the window. He only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a real mouthful of blood couldn't help but blurt out......

Meng Qingnan was sick. Ignoring his opposition, the family tried their best to delay the medical decoction. There seemed to be an improvement in the middle of a few days, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't expect to return to the symptoms this time, and I became more and more sick/I have passed out several times in the past few days.

Seeing that Meng Qingnan was getting worse and worse, he refused to go on the road with a sigh of relief. The villagers said that he had been a butcher and killed too many people in his life, especially the "five-clawed pig" and the "yellow-edged pig". Will the animals that died unjustly under his butcher's knife let him die a happy death? I'm afraid it's going to take some time.