After the old man walked away with the bamboo basket, the crooked Taoist priest also looked around, and the place where they stopped happened to be where a road went downhill and then uphill. Come down from the mountain behind you and immediately climb to the mountain in front of you. The two mountains, one south and one north, just vacate the east and west. Such a place is sun-drenched all day and night, and it is the most sunny place in this section of the road.

The crooked Taoist priest said appreciatively, "This place is good for catching ghosts." Not to mention that there is enough yang energy, what is even more rare is that there are water currents on the left and right sides, which can prevent the imps from escaping. Although millet has a lot of resentment, but the reincarnation has not taken much time to take shape, and the climate is not enough, I am afraid that I still dare not wade into the water to escape. In this way, we are going to meet Xiaomi on a narrow road! ”

The crooked Taoist priest was right. This place happens to have a stream on the left and right that winds through it. The shape of the flowing water resembles the "waist of a gourd". Such a geographical location is also called "pinching the ghost waist", or "killing the ghost waist", because the general ghost cohesion is not enough, dare not wade into the water, for fear of being washed away. Once you meet a ghost hunter in such a place, it is really like meeting the enemy on a single-plank bridge, and the four words "meeting on a narrow road" are very apt.

Grandpa had already taken a good look at this place when he secretly followed the old man to the Blind Ridge.

"But there is a saying that 'the brave wins when the narrow road meets', which may inspire Xiaomi's hidden great power." The crooked Taoist priest said with a little worry, "But Ma Xiucai, your strength is here, no matter how powerful her strength is, it is useless." An ant erupts with great power. How can it be better than a man's finger? ”

Grandpa ignored the crooked Taoist priest, and he wrapped the silk around the small trees.

"You're going to trap her with this? It's a big deal. The crooked priest said. Ditch name drawing.

Grandpa didn't listen to him, and continued to circle the tree to the tree, leaving only the intersection opposite.

The crooked Taoist quipped: "Ma Yueyun is still afraid that you will not be ruthless, but I didn't expect you to be more ruthless than me." You wrap the thread around like this, wait for her to come in, and then block the intersection, and she really has nowhere to go. ”

Everything is ready. Grandpa straightened up, facing the direction the old man had left, his eyes like torches.

Seeing that his father didn't want to talk more, the crooked Taoist priest also closed his mouth, silently feeling the slightly chilly night breeze blowing on his face, like a hand without body temperature caressing his face.

The moon had climbed up the treetops like an eye that stole into them both.

The crooked Taoist priest waited for a long time, and finally couldn't bear the loneliness, and asked his father, "Those little ghosts should have finished eating, right?" Why haven't you seen him come with millet yet? ”

Daddy's eyes were still fixed in the direction of the old man's departure, and he didn't say a word.

Suddenly. Daddy felt the moonlight split into wisps, like the strong sunlight during the day. The wisps of moonlight fell on Grandpa's face, and it actually had a temperature that only sunlight had, which made Grandpa's face hot.

Grandpa was thinking strangely, and the wisps of moonlight suddenly froze. Moonshine is like a fishing line that has been straightened and tightened.

Grandpa opened his mouth, and the threads went into his mouth and fell on his tongue.

He tasted a strong bitter taste, like tasting bitter gourd, like tasting tears. Grandpa remembered the tearful wine he drank in Manzhu Tower in Hangzhou.

Let me taste the bitterness. Daddy thought to himself.

So, he squirmed his tongue and gently inhaled the bitter moonlight.

At first, the moonshine was very bitter, but as it was smoked, it slowly became less bitter, only a faint bitterness, and the last bit of bitterness was gone.

Is it my tongue that is numb, or is the moonshine itself less bitter? Daddy didn't have an answer.

After the bitterness is completely gone, the moonlight changes from solidification to flow, from flow to haze. When Daddy inhaled again, he felt that there was only air.

The crooked priest didn't notice his father's subtle movements, and he focused his attention on the front. He stood on tiptoe and looked ahead, muttering, "He's not going to tell those imps about our plans, is he?" ”

Although he didn't see anything, the crooked Taoist priest heard the old man's voice: "Just a little ahead, I brought you something else to eat." You know, those partners of yours are too jealous and let them see the bad things. ”

Daddy heard it too.

The old man's voice was a little loud, as if he was deliberately reminding his father and the crooked Taoist priest that millet was coming.

The crooked Taoist priest turned around and happily pulled his father's clothes, and whispered, "Here, here." After speaking, he stretched his neck and squinted his eyes to look at his father, a little confused.

Dad asked, "Is there anything on my face?" ”

The crooked Taoist priest said: "Now it seems that you are a little different from just now. ”

"What's the difference?"

"I can't tell."

Grandpa knew in his heart that every time he had smoked sunlight or moonlight before, Luo Buzhai could feel it. It seems that crooked Taoists can also feel some of it, but it is not as obvious as Luo Buzhai feels.

"Uh, don't talk about that, Xiaomi is coming soon." The crooked Taoist priest took out a yellow paper talisman, "You should also get ready." ”

Grandpa pulled out a piece of silk.

After a while, Xiaomi and the old man appeared on the opposite hillside.

When he was still more than fifty meters away from his father, Xiaomi suddenly stopped.

The old man walked a few steps and found that Xiaomi did not follow, so he turned around and beckoned: "Let's go, we will arrive after this slope." ”

Xiaomi said lightly: "Thank you for taking care of me during this time." You don't have to go down with me, you go first, I'll go down myself. ”

The old man froze.

"I know he's going to ask you for help, I've been with him for so many years, I know that. Besides, my paper man is not with you, but has gone to him. I knew that he must have come to your house, and the paper man followed him. Xiaomi said.

The night breeze blew from the direction of Xiaomi to Grandpa's side, blowing her words into Grandpa's ears. Word for word.

Grandpa looked up from the hillside and could see the blurred figure of Xiaomi, because behind Xiaomi's back was the night sky. The old man looked down from the hillside, and he couldn't see his grandfather and the crooked Taoist priest clearly, because behind them were black mountains and trees, and their shadows melted into them, and it was difficult to find them. This is also one of the reasons why Daddy chose to wait for the arrival of Xiaomi in this place.

"So you ......"

Xiaomi interrupted the old man's words and said, "I promised to come with you to repay the favor you brought us those things." ”

"Xiaomi, I ......"

"You don't have to say it. I know. ”

The old man stood there like a dead tree.

Millet passed by the dead tree and walked straight to her father.

The crooked Taoist priest saw that his father's hand holding the silk was shaking. The night breeze was cut by the silk as it passed between his hands, and he let out a soft cry, as if he were holding a baby in his hands. His clothes were flying backwards in the wind, and because of the loose clothes he was wearing that night, it looked like he was going to pull him back, and he was fighting with them.

In my father's later memories, there was not so much wind that night.

The crooked Taoist priest looked at the millet walking across the street, she was like a puppet, and her walking posture was very stiff, as if her hands and feet were being controlled by a puppet controller who was unskilled. There was no expression on his face, as if it was a windless water. Her eyes were straight in the direction of her grandfather, without blinking.

This made the crooked Taoist feel cold.

The crooked Taoist priest is about the same age as his grandfather, and when Millet was in the village, he was also a child with memories. When he was a child, he had a deep memory of his grandfather looking at millet and the way Xiaomi looked at his father. A few days before his father's death, the crooked Taoist priest came to visit his father and mentioned it to him. The crooked Taoist priest said: "Ma Xiucai, the most memorable and touching look in this life comes from you." The most memorable and chilling eyes in this life also come from you. The greatest joy and the greatest sorrow of my life have come from you. ”

At that time, my father was already dripping with water, delirious, and there was no reaction after listening to it.

After the crooked Taoist priest came out, his grandfather chased after him and asked him. He said that when he was a child, he was disliked because of his appearance, and after his biological mother gave birth to him, he felt that life was hopeless and secretly left Thrush Village. His father then died. So he especially craves the attention of others, even if it is a look. He once saw millet coming back from outside at the door of his grandfather's house, and his father was sitting on a bamboo chair. Millet smiled at her father, then went to wash her hands next to a water tank on the side of the house. Grandpa also smiled at Xiaomi, and then continued to bask in the sun. They didn't say anything, they didn't do anything. But that look almost made the crooked Taoist melt into the sun.

That butt look, whenever the crooked Taoist priest thought of it for the rest of his life, he would be extremely moved. For the rest of his life, he had seen countless looks, but none of them moved him so much. He couldn't tell whether it was the kindness of the elders to the younger generations, or the gentleness of men to women, or the tacit understanding between blood relatives. This made him crave the care of his parents when he was young, and when he envied the love of the opposite sex in adulthood, he could find the emotion he hoped to get from the eyes of his father and Xiaomi.

And the most chilling eyes also came from these two people.