"Thank you, old gentleman, for helping us drive the pig back, can the old gentleman have a cup of tea with his face?" Grandpa had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with this old man, and when he saw that he had a strange skill, he easily subdued the pig demon with a peach branch, and suddenly felt a sense of friendship. /class-7-1.html

The blind old man said generously: "Okay, after walking this way, I am so thirsty that my tongue is smoking!" ”

So, the father, the boss and the blind old man returned to the hotel together.

The boss told his men to get the pigs into the stable.

The blind old man stopped: "You lock him in the stable, and he will run away again." The old man said as he broke off a small piece of the peach branch in his hand. He walked up to the pig demon and groped along the pig's back until he reached the pig's ears. His technique was fast, and I saw his hand shake, only to hear the pig demon scream, and a black thing was left on the pig's ear.

"I gave him a peach stud earring, and he couldn't run." The blind old man patted the pig on the back and told his men to drive the pig into the stable.

Although Daddy subdued the pig demon with pig food and a pig killing knife, he couldn't make the pig demon stop escaping. Seeing that the old man could make the pig demon return obediently with a peach branch, and he couldn't escape with a peach earring, his father knew that his strength was far inferior to the old man.

"The old gentleman's Xuanhuang technique really amazes me!" Grandpa said in admiration.

"Don't dare, don't dare." The old man said modestly.

Grandpa asked, "Why can the peach wood earrings make the pig demon obedient?" Grandpa knew that even if he explained to the old man that the pig was actually a pig demon, the old man would not feel abrupt. When the old man raised the peach branch and whipped the pig, he should have known that the pig was a pig demon. Grandpa even guessed that the pig demon transformed into Zhu after escaping from the butcher's pigsty, and it was the old man who used a peach branch to draw him into his original form.

Grandpa had heard earlier that the peach tree branch could whip demons and monsters. When he was in his twenties, he had heard of a ghost hunter in a certain place, and the ghost hunter often tied the ghost to a tree and beat it with a peach branch as punishment, and some evil ghosts were killed with a peach stick. He wanted to visit the ghost hunter, but when he did, he found that he was dead. According to the local people there, after the death of the man, there were many purple and black bruises on his body, as if he had been beaten to death. Some say that when he was alive, he was afraid of ghosts, and when he died, he immediately took revenge. Some people also say that it was because his methods of curing ghosts were too ruthless, which caused a backlash.

Grandpa remembered that there was a saying in "Classics": "The peach is the essence of the five woods, so the one who suppresses the evil spirit." "Momoki can suppress both ghosts and monsters. Therefore, the deceased ghost hunter used it to fight ghosts, and the old man in front of him used it to draw demons. Grandpa didn't use peachwood, he once used a three-inch peachwood nail to protect the daughter of someone who regarded him as an enemy, and used a peachwood arrow to crack her ghost star. The cork of the small porcelain bottle he used to collect the resentment was also made of mahogany, and the resentment that prevented the collection escaped from the mouth of the bottle.

Grandpa had used peachwood, but he didn't know much about it, and he didn't know how the ghost catcher and the old man did it. It's like a person who has used iron tools, but he doesn't necessarily strike iron, although he knows that he should make iron while it is hot and quench it in water, but he doesn't know how a blacksmith can make it so well.

For Grandpa, he himself was a man of iron, and the old man was a blacksmith.

But the old man's next answer surprised Grandpa.

The old man replied, "I don't know why peach stud earrings can make him obedient." ”

It's the equivalent of a blacksmith telling someone that he doesn't know why he can make such a good piece of iron. How can this not be surprising!

But then the old man's answer made Grandpa feel a little reasonable.

The old man continued, "I did this because I was told a long, long time ago that I would suppress evil spirits, make it impossible for ghosts to hide, and make it impossible for demons to change. ”

"Which master?" When my father was young, he visited all the masters, even if he didn't meet them, but if he was a little famous, most of them were familiar with the names.

But the old man said, "I don't know the name of the master." As I said, I never ask for people's names and I don't remember people's names. ”

Daddy was very disappointed.

"But I remember what he looked like. He was the last person I saw before I went blind, so no matter how much time passed, I remember what he looked like. ”

"Oh?" Daddy was slightly surprised.

"He was an ascetic, an ascetic like no other. It was this eminent monk who asked me to come here today, saying that I had something to ask for. The old man said.

"Oh. Have you met the monk? Grandpa regretted inviting him here, which may have delayed the old man's agreement with the monk he said.

At this time, the boss had already brewed the tea and shared a cup for each person.

"Not yet." The old man's eyes rolled, and he picked up the teacup and drank it.

After making tea, the boss sat down next to them and said, "Sir, even if you meet that ascetic monk at this time, you can't confirm it." You remember him, but you can't see him now. ”

The old man slowly put down the teacup, waved his hand, and said, "Hey, you're not right. A person's voice changes, and so does a person's face, and even if I can see it with my eyes, I can't confirm it. It's better not to see, but the heart is clear. ”

The boss said: "The voice and face will get old, but as long as you have seen and heard it, you can still tell it when you meet again, right?" How can it not be confirmed? ”

The old man smiled, shook his head, and said, "What you said is that no matter how much changes are made in a hundred years, you can recognize it, and it is true!" Even if you meet someone when you are a child, you may still be able to recognize it when you are young and middle-aged. But how do you discern people who are more than 100 years or 200 years old? ”

The old gentleman laughed. For more than a hundred years, people have died, what else can we talk about whether we recognize or not? The boss said.

Grandpa leaned over and asked, "The person the old gentleman wants to see today is a person who has been in a hundred years or two hundred years?" ”

The old man nodded.

"More than a hundred years and two hundred years of promise? So, sir, you ......," Grandpa was surprised.

The old man smiled and nodded, signaling to his father that he didn't need to say much, just understand.

The old man turned to the boss and said, "Sir, although the pig's ears are nailed with peach wood studs, but his stomach is already empty, can you please go and get him something to eat?" ”

The boss replied, "Yes." I'll go. With that, he got up and left.

The boss was not a fool, he knew that the old man had deliberately broken him off, and he saw that the old man seemed to have something to say to his grandfather alone. Both of them were people who had helped him, and it could be seen that they were both people who knew the art of Xuanhuang, and he was willing to give them a separate space to chat. He doesn't know anything about the art of Xuanhuang, and it's boring to sit here, so it's better to find a clean spot by himself.

When my father saw the boss leaving, he asked the old man, "Do you have anything to tell me?" ”

The old man took a sip of tea and said, "Tell me about the agreement between us." ”

"What is the agreement between us?" Daddy asked.

The old man didn't answer his father directly, and said to the sunlight outside the window with two white eyes: "Time is really like a white horse passing by, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye." ”

When Grandpa saw that he was starting to reminisce, he stopped talking and bothering.

"I remember the day you and I first met, the sunshine was also very good. I could see the dazzling sunlight then, and now I can feel the intensity of the sunlight. ”

Grandpa looked at the sunlight leaking through the crack in the window, and it was indeed strong.

"I was a young man, a young man in his five hundreds. You're an old man, I guess you were at least sixty years old at the time, right? The old man said.

The speculation in Grandpa's mind is getting clearer and clearer. The senior monk in the old man's mouth is very likely to be his father's previous life - the monk who went to Mount Emei, the monk who went to Tibet, the monk who went to the mountain behind Lijiazhuang, and the monk who sealed the stone cow.

After the old man's mention, Grandpa's dusty memories gradually surfaced. Daddy seemed to see the scene described by the old man. Daddy felt the Alaya consciousness in his mind begin to grow vigorously! It's like when you hold the seven jujube cores in your hand!

Grandpa felt that the old man in front of him was becoming more and more familiar.

The old man said that it was not easy for him to cultivate into a human spirit over five hundred years old, and he had to evade the punishment of heaven like other goblins who tried to cultivate into adults. Whenever there was thunder, he hid everywhere, fearing that the thunder would come upon him. At that time, his eyes were not blind and he could see everything in the world.

In addition to the Thunder Tribulation, he also had to avoid other cultivators. After the news of his lifespan of more than five hundred years was leaked, many cultivators searched for him everywhere. Some wanted to learn his cultivation method, and some intended to kill him under the slogan of doing the right thing for heaven.

Once, a hundred and ten cultivators united to find him. At that time, his cultivation was not high, and he was not the opponent of those people. He had to hide in a mountain for more than a month, quenching his thirst with rain every day, so hungry that his chest was almost close to his back.

Although he is a human spirit for 500 years, he will still starve to death if he does not eat.

He lay in a small cave, dizzy and confused with hunger. He woke up hungry, and when he woke up, he fell asleep unconscious, and so on.

As he was half-awake and half-asleep, a footstep sounded at the entrance of the cave.

At this time, he didn't even have the strength to get up and escape. He was chagrin and remorseful. After cultivating for more than 500 years, God couldn't stop him from cleaning him up, but his fellow kind wanted to stop him from killing him. I can fight the sky, but I can't fight anyone.

He thought that the footsteps were coming from the cultivators who were looking for him. He lay in the cave and waited for death.

The footsteps disappeared at the entrance of the cave for a moment, then got closer.

Lying down, he couldn't help but shudder, he was afraid that the people who came in would kill him with sharp weapons. He was most afraid of death. His original intention of cultivation was actually because he was afraid of death.

The man walked up to him.

He saw that the man was a kind monk, dressed in cloth and shoes, and over sixty years old.

"I've found you." The monk said.

His heart was cold.