Several old guys probably knew the old ghost's temper and wouldn't lie, so if the old ghost was sure of himself, they immediately gasped, looked at each other, and their expressions became very unnatural. I saw their expressions behind me, and I became more and more curious about the collapse, what kind of thing was that? Let these reckless men who raised their heads and splashed their lives in the early years can't help but change color?

"Big brother, if this thing is true, what are you going to do when you come out this time?" Song Baiyi asked again: "Big palm lamp, it stands to reason that you should have made it." "

"If I don't do it, there are other things to do." The old ghost glanced at him and said, "What? Lao Tzu doesn't count when he speaks! Anyway, the grandson of the sixth child is here to make a big palm lamp! "

As soon as the old ghost lost his temper, several old guys didn't dare to make a sound, but the two grandsons behind Song Baiyi were a little unconvinced, glancing at their mouths, and the older one couldn't help but interject: "What year is this, and what else is there for the big palm lamp and the small palm lamp?" I am not afraid of people's coldness when I say it. "

The old ghost's gaze immediately turned to the person who spoke, I heard that Song Baiyi had three sons, only the eldest son raised two boys at home, and the rest were daughters, so Song Baiyi spoiled these two grandsons very much, the Song family fished the god of wealth, ordinary people did not want to provoke, the two grandsons were young and vigorous, and they were usually used to being domineering, they had no experience, and they might always feel that the old ghost was old and did not take him seriously.

"Dawu! Shut up! Song Baiyi panicked at that time and hurriedly persuaded the old ghost. In recent years, the seven doors have been scattered, and the rules of the early years have been almost lost, if it is really when the rules of the door were strict in the past, with Song Dawu's two words of unclean words, he would have to be dragged out and beaten half to death.

"The current babies are so unruly?" The old ghost looked at Song Baiyi, then at the other three old guys, and said, "Your sons and grandsons, are they the same?" "

"Big brother, don't be annoyed, the babies below are still young and ignorant, don't be knowledgeable with them, dissipate your anger, dissipate your anger" Song Baiyi and several other people persuaded together, the old ghost was unhappy, but he still withdrew his gaze.

"I'm telling the truth, what kind of world is outside the Yellow River beach now, I'm afraid you don't know, right?" Song Dawu was not timid at all, sat on the chair behind Song Baiyi, and said: "After the reform, the way of the world has long changed, you are still here to engage in those old yellow calendars with rotten sesame seeds, who will buy it?" "

"Bastard!" Song Baiyi just persuaded the old ghost to go down, but he didn't expect his grandson to start talking nonsense again, he felt a little unbearable on his face, and he was even more afraid that the old ghost would suddenly be angry, so he turned around, raised his hand and slapped Song Dawu, and said, "Shut up for me!" There's no place for you to talk here! "

This slap was very crisp, but I saw it clearly behind me, Song Baiyi was acting, he also practiced kung fu back then, and he looked at the slap and looked at the slap, but in fact, his grandson didn't even leave a red mark on his face.

"What! I'm telling the truth! Song Dawu was also annoyed, and stood up, and Song Xiaowu beside him also stood up, and the two brothers were furious, almost shouting at the top of their voices: "Say the rules!" Then let's talk about it first, the old yellow calendar of the seven gates, don't think I don't know, the seven gates of the town, before the change of shifts, that is to raise the incense case to worship the ancestors, the seven doors and seven families nodded together, and sent the successor to the river seriously, no ancestors, no succession, unauthorized out of the river, what to do! "

What Song Dawu said, I know a little, in the past, when the seven gates were at their peak, there were many rules, especially Zhenhe, which was a first-class event, solemn and tight, ancestor worship, seven gates passing, and there was a set of handover ceremonies. The old ghost has always been in Zhenhe, and no one has replaced him for fifty years, and this time he had to go out of the river because of major events, although he pulled my grandfather to the top shift, but from the root, it is still unruly.

Song Dawu shouted out in his voice, and the other old guys stopped talking and quietly looked at the old ghost. I was furious when I looked at it, it wasn't that they didn't know what was going on.

"Don't have anything to say?" Song Baiyi's second grandson also sneered beside him: "If you don't follow the rules, you still set rules for others?" Who will be convinced? "

"Don't say it anymore, big brother is an elder! Don't contradict him! Song Baiyi scolded the two grandsons, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately drove the old ghost to a desperate position.

"I'm a woman, and I'm also the surname of the Tang family, so I shouldn't have interjected." The middle-aged woman in her forties in the room stood up at this time and said, "No one has been to Zhenhe for fifty years, and it's hard to say who broke the rules first." "

"Since you know that you have a foreign surname, don't talk nonsense! I don't have the ability to give birth to a son, and after the Tang family is broken, this is a sin! I'm embarrassed to play a round here! Song Dawu was sharp and aggressive: "After the break, clear out of the seven gates!" "

"Yes, you have to talk about the rules, and first tear the rules clearly, so that no one will be dissatisfied." Song Xiaowu was also pulling the bias frame next to me, and the more I looked at it, the more angry I became, and I wanted to grab him and slap him a few times.

The corners of the old ghost's mouth twitched, and he looked at these people with different expressions in front of his face, and he didn't speak for a long time. I'm afraid that he will make a chicken and dog jump when he loses his temper, so I want to persuade him softly not to be like these people.

"They are deliberately angry with you and want to mess up the scene, ignore them." I whispered, "I won't do this big palm lamp." "

"No, I said I want you to do it, you can do it, no one can stop it." The old ghost waved his hand to stop my words, looked at the person in front of him, and said slowly: "Lao Tzu is a person from the Seven Gates, and if he breaks the rules of the Seven Gates, no one can be an exception. Come! Take a knife! "

"Ready-made knives, take them and use them." Song Dawu raised his hand and threw a knife over, it was a pig-killing knife commonly used in the village and countryside, although the name was not good, it was extremely sharp, the blade was almost a foot long, three fingers wide, and the sharp knife was thrown on the table in front of the old ghost, and the cold light flickered.

"!" I hurriedly went to stop it, the old ghost said that the three knives and six holes were a kind of punishment for the seven doors in the past, the knife was stabbed into the thigh, and it was necessary to pierce it with one knife, and two wounds were stabbed with one knife, and a total of three knives were to be stabbed.

"Lao Tzu broke the rules, three knives and six holes, he deserved it." The old ghost stopped me, he was very strong, one arm blocked, I couldn't break free, he slowly pulled out the knife on the table with his other hand, raised his right leg and stepped on the chair, a foot long, three fingers wide pig killing knife raised his hand and stabbed it on the thigh, full of strength, the knife entered without legs, and suddenly exposed the tip of the knife from the other side, dripping with blood, and rushing out along the wound.

"You're still fucking not human!" I looked at the knife on the old ghost's leg that had not yet been pulled out, and my mind was blank at that time, and I struggled to jump out, shouting at those people: "He is seventy-four this year!" For a few of you, one town is fifty years! I just got a wound on my back! You forced him to make rules! And there is no conscience! "

"Who is he complaining about breaking the rules?" Song Dawu obviously didn't expect the old ghost to really have three swords and six holes, his tone was no longer natural, and his momentum was obviously wilted, but he still refused to be soft-mouthed, muttering gossip.

"Big brother, forget it, the junior is not sensible, you can't do it."

The old ghost ignored anyone's words, and pulled out the knife without frowning, and stabbed the second knife after that. I could even hear the itchy sound of the blade grinding against the flesh and bones, and my eyes were sour, and tears flowed down my face.

The scene was silent, everyone was stunned, the old ghost still had the temper of the year, time, can wear out a person's life, but it can't wear off his bones. With tears in my eyes, I tried desperately to stop him, but the old ghost refused.

Then, the old ghost pulled out the knife again, it was a knife that cut the skin and flesh alive, and the pain was extreme, but the old ghost never made a sound, did not frown, and when the third knife stabbed down, I saw his wrinkled face, and trembled a little.

He's also a human being, and he knows the pain.

After stabbing the third time, the old ghost casually threw away the knife, the blood had already flowed all over the ground, and his body shook slightly, sighing. I threw myself over and tried my best to cover the wound on his leg, and I couldn't stop the tears, and I was pouring down. I tore open the wound medicine on my body and poured it on the wound with a bang, the wound was too big, the blood flowed too fast, and as soon as the powder was sprinkled, I was rushed aside. The old ghost put his arm on my shoulder, sat down again, bowed his head to stop the bleeding and took medicine.

"Why do you do this!" I cried and said to him, "I don't do anything big, what are you fighting with them!" "

"Water baby, the tree lives a skin, people fight for a breath, Lao Tzu breaks the rules, he doesn't punish himself, how to block people's mouths." The sweat on the old ghost's head flowed down his white hair to his face one by one, and he said to me: "Lao Tzu, this little injury will be fine in three or five days, it's nothing." Baby, you have to remember that a manly husband has to stand and live, and being poked in the backbone is more uncomfortable than three knives and six holes. "

I whimpered, tears kept flowing, I didn't want to do anything at all, at this moment, my only thought was to let this old man in Zhenhe Town who had lived for half his life live for a few more years.

Three knives and six holes, silent but full of shock, the moment the old ghost dropped the knife, everyone involuntarily closed their mouths. Song Dawu's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but the old ghost had already done this, even if he messed around, the other party had no reason.

"Lao Tzu has broken the rules and has punished himself, now, it's time to talk about your family." The old ghost slowly wrapped his wounds, and said without raising his head: "Lao Tzu is twenty-four years old Zhenhe, who will take over after ten years?" Who will succeed in 20 years? It's the turn of your own town, cowering, intent on escaping, what to say? Three knives and six holes are all light! Whoever breaks the rules, stand up for himself! "

A few old guys' faces suddenly turned green, no one dared to fart again, the old ghost didn't want to really stab anyone a few times, looking at a group of people who didn't dare to speak, and then said: "Lao Tzu is a seven-door long door, now speak, do you want to count?" "

"Big brother, whoever counts, must count." Song Baiyi and a few other old guys wiped the sweat on their faces, scrambling to nod their heads, lest they would slow down.

"That's good." The old ghost stopped and got up, slowly pushed me forward, and said, "The grandson of the sixth child, Chen Jinshui, the seven big palms!" "