When he came out of the house, Liu Yingguo looked up at the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe sky was overcast, there was no sun, a dark cloud was rushing from the top of the opposite hill, the air was hot, and it was very uncomfortable. It seems that it is going to rain, and it has been sunny for more than ten days in a row, and the crops are a little wilted, and it is time for a heavy rain.

Walking out of the yard, he couldn't help but glance at the oil mill on the right, there was no one outside, he took a breath and went to the brigade headquarters. He is depressed these days, especially worried and worried.

Liu Xing, who drowned in the reservoir a few days ago, was his nephew of Ping Wuhu, and his grandfather Liu Liyang went to his cousin's house after knowing about it, and said that he was not feeling well when he returned home at night. It was extremely hot in those days, and the family thought he was suffering from heat stroke, and his wife Li Yuqing helped him pinch and scrape his chest and back, and the sha came out, and he said that it was better. I slept that night, but I couldn't get out of bed the next morning.

The barefoot doctor Zeng Fanjin couldn't see the fame, so he invited Dr. Huang from the commune health center to say that the pulse was unstable, the sign of organic failure, and he had to be slowly conditioned. His father Liu Shengtang was still sick, so he was in a hurry, so he simply lay down on the bed.

There were two patients lying in the house, one in his nineties and the other in his seventies. People live because they have a breath of hanging, and the old man is already weak, and he can't say when he can't catch it, and the person is gone? Isn't it worrying?

In the past two days, the people in the village have been spreading the myth of Gui Xinliang, which is vivid. It is said that he can pass through yin and yang with one eye, can see the yang soul that is separated from the body, can accurately predict life and death, and so on. He didn't take these seriously, his left ear went in and out of his right ear, and the wind passed away.

It's not that he is not superstitious, he himself is a family carpenter, his grandfather and father have taught him, and those mysterious things have been verified many times, so he can't help but believe it. Although he has been a cadre at the grassroots level, and on the surface he is a faithful believer in materialism, but he also believes in those unexplained idealistic phenomena.

It's just that he has some doubts about Gui Xinliang's old blind man. This oiler, who has been unknown for decades, actually showed miraculous powers when he died of old age? Could it be that he has been hiding it all along?

He remembered what Gui Xinliang said to him at the end that day, and his heart became more and more heavy and uneasy: Could it be that he was not cursing, but really foreseeing that his grandfather was about to leave? And he repeatedly said that he himself would not live for a few days, could it be also a hint?

And he even had something to say, saying that his grandfather was not able to build an old yard back then, and warned himself to beware of swelling to death? …… It seems that the old blind man did know a lot of things, and he used to look down on him. Fortunately, my grandfather was wise back then, and married his adopted aunt to his nephew, although the resentment has not disappeared, but after all, it has been alleviated and has not caused harm to future generations.

He asked about the production plan of the professional team in July, and saw that there was nothing else, so he went out of the team and prepared to find Zeng Qingfu, a bricklayer of the seventh team, to determine the place where the bricks and tiles were taken from the mud and the excavation of the brick kiln.

As the old saying goes, "a thousand bricks and tiles", it refers to the number of bricks and tiles used to build a house. I plan to build nine houses, and the bricks and tiles are not a small amount. "Before the soldiers and horses move, the grain and grass go first", the preliminary preparations must be done in advance.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky were lowered, and they were converging over the village, and a small whirlwind was blowing on the ground, and there were leaves and confetti dancing in the wind, and the members of the community who were working in the fields in the distance were running towards the village with shouts. Seeing that the heavy rain was about to fall, Liu Yingguo dispelled the idea of going to the seventh team to find someone, and hurriedly walked to his dean.

The summer rainstorm came quickly and urgently, Liu Yingguo only entered the courtyard door with his front foot, and the raindrops hit his back heels, "ping pong" to "bang", lightning and thunder, and suddenly the sky and the earth were foggy, and the muddy water on the ground flowed sideways. It's a heavy rain. Liu Yingguo stood on the steps leaning on the pillars, looked at it for a while, and then turned back into the house.

He first went to his grandfather Liu Liyang's room, which was extremely dark because of the rain, and an oil lamp was lit on the bedside table. The old man's eyes were half-closed, his breath was weak, there was a hanging bottle hanging on the head of the bed, and his wife Li Yuqing was talking to Zeng Fanjin with his little grandson.

Yesterday, Dr. Huang came again, and after prescribing the medicine, he asked the barefoot doctor Zeng Fanjin to dispense the medicine and hang the water and inject the injection, and said to Liu Yingguo before leaving: Do your best and obey the destiny of heaven. After Dr. Huang left, Zeng Fanjin kept watch until the night, and came back early in the morning, carefully observing and nursing. Liu Yingguo said:

"Thank you for your hard work, Fanjin, how is it? Is it getting better? “

Zeng Fanjin pulled him out of the room and whispered:

"Presumably Dr. Huang also told you, the old man's condition is very bad, according to normal speaking, the potion can only be hung for a few more days, but the old man is not an ordinary person, he can still be resurrected after the second death, maybe he will be able to survive these few days."

"I hope so, I'll have to trouble you a lot, oh yes, there should be nothing wrong with my grandfather's side, right?"

"There is no big problem on his side, I dispensed medicine according to Dr. Huang's instructions, and I can rest for two days."

Liu Yingguo thanked him again and went straight to his father's room. There was no light in his father's room, and the windows in the old-fashioned yard were not very open, and when he first entered the house, it was like night, and only after his eyes were used to it could he see that his father, who was sitting at the head of the bed, was staring at him. He walked by and asked:

"Are you better? What else is uncomfortable? “

As he spoke, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Liu Shengtang coughed and said:

"It's much better, I'm fine, it's just your father (grandfather), alas, ......"

Liu Shengtang let out a long sigh, not so sad, but full of loneliness and helplessness. Liu Yingguo said in a low voice:

"Daddy (grandfather) has us to greet you, don't worry about it, you just take care of yourself first."

After a pause, he said: "However, Daddy is probably sad this time, after all, it is more than ninety, you have to be prepared for this, don't ...... it then."

Liu Shengtang interrupted his son's words and said:

"If you don't say it, I also know that there are thousand-year-old trees in the mountains, and it is rare to meet a centenarian in the world, your father will be 100 years old in a few years, and he is already a long life......

"What do you think about it? Now that you know, let's get better quickly and don't let the house be chaotic. “

Liu Yingguo interrupted his father's words sharply, and his heart was filled with inexplicable sourness.

"I'm not afraid of death, I have to leave at the age of 100, no one is avoided. I can't worry about that. ”

Liu Yingguo's heart was shocked, and he said in a low voice:

"Grandpa, let me ask you, were you and your father (grandfather) in the back then discovered by others? I think the blind man seems to know something. ”

He told his father everything about the day.

Liu Shengtang was silent. Outside, the wind whipped the earth with torrential rain, and the eaves of the eaves crashed against the gutters like streams. There was a commotion between heaven and earth, and a bolt of lightning pierced into the room, illuminating the two dark faces, and then a palpitating thunderbolt rolled over the rooftops, and the aftermath was curling and lightning flashed.

"For hundreds of years, Xinghua Village has been quiet, and not one or two people know about it. But there are only rumors outside, and the truth is only known to the Changfang and Xuanmen disciples of our Liu Zeng's second family. Others are just guessing without thinking, mostly thinking about treasure.

"The Gui Oiler must know something, too. I thought he was here at the age of twelve or thirteen, but I didn't expect that we all looked away, and he turned out to be an old fox. But don't worry, for as he suspects that we have the money to build the yard, I conclude that he knows so little that there is no need to worry. What's more, he is about the same age as me, and he is a lonely old five-guarantor, what can he do? Just think about it, what can I do? “

Liu Shengtang's face was solemn, his eyes were sharp, and he said in a low tone, judging from the appearance of the sick just now.

"As for the homestead, since he said that, let's take it slow for the time being, it's not that we are afraid of him, after all, the times are different, we must be cautious, try not to cause trouble, and, if we are not forced to do anything that damages yin morality, you must remember this."

Liu Yingguo nodded, and then said in a low voice:

"Then do you think the old man's illness will be related to him this time?"

"It shouldn't have anything to do with it, I think he has that ability, even if he has that ability, he would have done it a long time ago, so he would have waited until now?"

Liu Shengtang shook his head, slowly, but in a definite tone.

At this time, the rain gradually decreased, and the heavens and the earth gradually brightened, Liu Yingguo hummed, stood up and said to his father:

"It seems that the rain is going to stop, it was urgent and fierce just now, there must have been a flood on the mountain, I have to go out and take a look, you can rest in peace and recover quickly."

Liu Yingguo went out of his father Liu Shengtang's house and did not go out, he went straight to the back hall, took out the key, opened the innermost door, flashed in, closed the door panel with a "squeak", and inserted the door bolt with a "pop".

This is a small room, the light in it is a little dim, in the back wall of the god on the shrine placed a large wood carving Luban immortal statue of the gods, on both sides of the wall each has a shaped bench, on which neatly placed axes, planers, saws, rulers, ink fountains and other woodworking tools. The incense burner in front of the statue of the god was burning with cigarette smoke curling, and a faint cypress fragrance was permeating.

This room is the secret room of their family, only Liu Liyang, Liu Shengtang and Liu Yingguo have the key, every year on the beginning of spring and the seventh birthday of Luban in the first month of May (note), it will be open to the whole family of men, everyone worships the immortal master together, and others are strictly forbidden to enter at ordinary times. Of course, no one else can enter without a key.

Liu Yingguo knelt down and kowtowed to the statue of Luban, stretched out his hand and pressed on the case, with a slight "rolling" sound, the case and the statue slowly moved away, revealing a small door behind the wall, he took a candle from the altar and lit it, and got into it in a flash, and the statue behind him slowly moved over and restored to its original state.

After walking through a short passage, there was a downward staircase, Liu Yingguo walked down seventeen or eighteen steps all the way, and then arrived at the stone room below. The stone chamber is a natural stone cave with long and short stone cones hanging from the top, and stalagmite stone pillars scattered on both sides.

In the middle is an open space, but densely packed with puppets, large and small, different shapes but lifelike. At first glance, it is indescribably weird and eerie.

Liu Yingguo didn't realize it, and lit the old-fashioned oil lamp on the stone platform with a candle, and the stone room suddenly became much brighter.

He held the candle, let out a long breath, and circled the puppet. There were at least one or two hundred puppets in the stone chamber, and from time to time he moved or straightened the crooked puppets, and his face was full of majesty, as if a general were examining his soldiers. After a long review, he walked to the side of the clearing.

There was a pile of logs stacked on the edge of the clearing, and a large toolbox on the side, in which the axe creator was equipped with all the woodworking tools. He took out a carving knife from the box, sat down on the log, and stared solemnly at the puppet opposite.

He disagrees with his father Liu Shengtang's point of view, and it is precisely because the times are different that he must be more careful. Today's political movements are one after another, and in his current status, the past is enough to make him irreversible, and he cannot leave omissions and let them go.

Now it seems that Gui Xinliang is deeply hidden. Whatever his intentions, he doesn't mess with me, and of course I don't bother to bother with him. But he actually knew that his grandfather's construction of the new house compound was related to the floating wealth in this stone cave. Whether he guesses or really knows, as long as the secret of this stone cave is passed on, his family will never want to live in peace from now on. If someone in the government hears about it, it will be a catastrophe if they don't get it.

The amount is small and not gentlemen, non-toxic and not husbands, and it must be prevented. He sighed: "Although I have never wanted to make a move, I must not leave the aftermath behind.

Liu Yingguo laughed yin, picked out the portrait of an elderly man from the puppet opposite, walked to the oil lamp on the stone platform, pulled out a small wooden box from behind the lamp base, opened it and took out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

He first traced the puppet's eyes, and then wrote the three black characters "Gui Xinliang" on the back of the puppet, and then took the puppet out of the stone room, returned to the back hall hut, burned incense and paper, and respectfully bowed to the Luban Immortal Master, and recited a mantra, nailing a sharpened bamboo stick from the puppet's chest......

Note: Regarding Luban's birthday, there is no exact record in the historical data, and the statements are extremely inconsistent in various places, including the twelfth day of the first month, the seventh day of the fifth month, the thirteenth day of June, the sixteenth day of June, etc., and the seventh day of the fifth month is used in our hometown.