Chapter 2: Studying Art in the Mountains, Reminiscing and Meeting

This is in the southeast of City A in the 21st century, where majestic and beautiful mountains are endless. Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water. Walking through the dense woods on the mountainside, you can see a small thatched hut surrounded by towering trees, thatched and bamboo, half a meter above the ground, full of vicissitudes. The dense vegetation covers this place tightly, and if you don't walk in here by chance, it is difficult for ordinary people to find out that there is something else here. Around the hut is a fence made of bamboo. The fence is covered with vines of fruits and vegetables.

The door of the hut is open, and when you enter a hut in the middle, you will be greeted by a clay statue placed on the hall. I saw that it was eight feet long, wearing a scarf on its head, wearing a crane, holding a feather fan in one hand and caressing its beard with the other. At the bottom of the hall, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was sitting cross-legged with an old Taoist priest with gray hair and a blue-gray Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on two futons directly below the thatched hut.

Okay, now I'll test you. See how you've been learning lately. I saw the old Taoist priest looking at the young man sitting opposite him with a serious face and asked, "What is Feng Shui?" ”

"The mourner, take advantage of the anger also. If the air bears the wind, it will disperse, and the boundary water will stop. The ancients gathered to make it not disperse, and the line made it stop, so it was called feng shui ......" I saw the young man shaking his head and carrying it

"Well, yes, stinky boy, it looks like you're working hard." After some testing, the old Taoist priest stroked his long gray beard with his right hand and kept nodding his head.

"Master, my grandson can't afford to be your old man, and he works very hard!"

"Well, yes, it's better for young people to be modest!" The old Taoist priest said, smiling, and stroking the young man's head with one hand.

I saw the young man looking at the old man proudly and said with a smile: "Master, I have worked quite hard!" ”……

Syllable! With a sound, the hand that stroked the young man's head slapped it with a palm: "Little cub, you are not proud, you will die?" Hurry up, I'm hungry, get out of here and cook. ”

"Will you be able to have fun in the future?" The boy muttered.

"What are you talking about, don't hurry up and cook, if you do it slowly, if you don't eat it, I won't clean you up."

In the past four years, the teenagers have spent almost all of their time in the mountains, learning martial arts and practicing with the old Taoist every day. Only every year for the New Year, Lao Dao will take the teenager home for the New Year. And since I went up the mountain to learn art, I have almost cooked and washed clothes. It's all teenager's work.

In fact, for the old Taoist priest, he is a fan-like character, and in the past three years, I have never heard him mention anything about himself. Every time Huzi asked him, he would fall into a brief silence, followed by a binge of drinking. After a long time, the boy didn't bother to ask.

If you want to talk about the acquaintance of the young man and the old Taoist priest, it has to start from eight years ago.

Eight years ago in the summer, he was only five years old. Since my parents have been working part-time, they are away from home all year round. And the grandparents also have to be busy with farm work in the fields, leaving early and returning late every day, and they don't have much time to take care of the tigers. Every day, he followed a large group of village children and ran all over the mountain.

On the hill behind the village, there is a large area of karst caves, and these karst caves are very strange, large or small karst caves are directly connected to each other, the large karst caves can be several people high, and the small ones, sometimes even four or five years old children can not climb over.

Older children say that bandits used to live here and that there were wars here. Moreover, there are children who claim to have picked up bullet casings here. A bullet casing, which is very attractive for children who have never seen a real bullet. On this day, a large group of children discussed that they were going to the cave to hunt for treasure and search for bullet shells. In this way, a large group of children came to the cave, and of course, Huzi was also among them. A large group of children, led by Wang Dazhuang, a child in the village, launched a carpet search. However, after searching for most of the day, they did not find even the slightest shadow of the bullet casing, and a group of children were ready to give up and go home.

"Come and see, what is this?" At this moment, a small friend's shout was suddenly heard, and a group of children ran towards the cave. Finally, they ran to the depths of the cave, surrounded by a large group of children. Through the faint light above and through the cracks in the surrounding rocks, a pit had been dug out of the dirt in the middle, and in the center of the small pit was a large lid that exposed a clay pot.

"Maybe it will be, a jar of baby." At this time, one of the older children said, "What are you waiting for, hurry up and help dig it?" After throwing it for most of the day, it finally reached the neck of the jar. "Let's take the lid off and take a look!" Da Zhuang said and pressed his hands on the lid, and pulled the lid up with a fierce force. A group of children curiously gathered around and looked at it, wow! A frightened group of children sat on the ground.

The clay pot contained treasures, and it was obviously a pile of white bones. The skull on top looks particularly scary. Through the dim light, a deep crack could be seen spreading from the top of the head to the cheekbones. Looking at the two black holes in the skull, people lose their minds for a moment, as if a pair of eyes are staring at you. The contour of the whole mouth looks particularly weird, and the curved outline seems to be smiling sinisterly at you. At this time, the red mist slowly floated out along the mouth of the can, floating in the air little by little, condensing little by little, gathering up a little bit, and the volume was constantly increasing. With a trace of mist coming in, it began to slowly become condensed from transparent. The red mist that slowly poured out of the mouth of the jar continued to decrease until the last trace of mist melted in. It paused in mid-air. At this time, the children were already stunned by the scene that had just happened. The whole cave was so quiet that only the sound of water dripping in the puddle could be heard, and the sound of water seemed to beat on every child's heart.

The mist in the air spread slightly around, as if it was holding up a lazy waist, and then slowly floated towards the children, "Wow~ Ghost!" I don't know who shouted. A large group of children cried and crawled towards the entrance of the cave.

At this time, the young man was already sitting on the ground, watching the red mist drift towards him, he cried out in fright, supported himself with both hands and kept retreating backwards, retreating, until his back was against the wall, there was no way out. Looking at the red mist that was getting closer and closer, I was so scared that I forgot to cry. His eyes stared at the air in fear, and he kept waving his head. Both hands kept grasping the rocks on the ground and threw them forward, but everything seemed to be useless. At this moment, the red mist suddenly rushed towards him, and the young man's heart tightened, his eyes widened, and he fainted in fright. When the red mist was about to pounce on the boy, it paused and then turned into a red bead and disappeared from the new body of the tiger.