"Is that the dog?" I asked Chen Nuan in a low voice.

Chen Nuan looked at the big yellow dog in front of him, his eyes were red, and he nodded slightly.

The middle-aged woman who opened the door for us spoke loudly to Mama Lao Zu, who may have been behind her ear and could only be heard by tearing her voice open. The middle-aged woman said that someone from the city was going to interview you. Ma Po Ancestor didn't know if she understood it or not, she just nodded and waved at us.

The people in the house flashed a path and told us to pass. The three of us came to the front of Mapo Lao Zu, and when we saw the wrinkles on her face, we couldn't imagine that a person could be so old as Cheng Dù, she was indeed a person.

Ma Po Lao Zu opened his mouth to speak, the language was very unfamiliar, he had never heard of it, it seemed to be the local local dialect. The middle-aged woman translated to us next to her: "Old Ancestor said, let you first look at her previous photos." ”

The album is on a table next to it, and it seems that it is convenient for visitors to flip through it at any time. The woman picked up the album and flipped through it to show us, and she explained it to us.

Ma Po Lao Zu was born at the beginning of the last century, and he has never been out of this poor ditch in his life. Her first photo was taken in the county photo studio 40 years ago, when she was already 60 years old, and the people in the village looked old because of their perennial work, and 60 years old was like 80 years old. The subsequent photos have witnessed the changes of the years, the vicissitudes of the times, from black and white to color, from color to printing, although there are only a dozen photos, but they have also witnessed a big era.

Ma Po Lao Zu said a sentence, and the middle-aged woman translated: "Lao Zu said that she has a fate with the three of you, and she wants to pray for you." ”

The three of us looked at each other, didn't say anything, and knelt in front of my mother and ancestor in a proper manner. The ancestor covered the clothes on his chest with one hand, leaned over, and stroked the top of the copper lock's head with the other hand.

The copper lock shrunk his neck and blinked, looking like a monkey. The middle-aged woman giggled beside her: "Don't be afraid, young man, this is a good thing, ordinary people can't ask for it." ”

The second is Chen Nuan, and the grandmother's ancestor put her hand on the top of her head. I peeked at the side, and as soon as I put my hand up, I saw that my mother's face was a little weird. The essence in her eyes shot out, and the hand on Chen Nuan's head gradually turned into a claw shape, and the scene was like trying to grab something out of Chen Nuan's body.

In an instant, her expression was calm, and her fingers slowly relaxed.

Then, she faced me.

I waved my hand and said, "I'll forget it." ”

The middle-aged woman said, "Young man, this is a rare opportunity, and you just gave up?" ”

Ma Po Lao Zu said a few more words.

The middle-aged woman said, "Ancestor just said that you must have been to an unclean place, and you have a very heavy yin and evil aura on your body. If you don't pray for blessings, I'm afraid you'll die in the future and have no place to bury. ”

The copper lock persuaded beside him: "What are you afraid of, let her touch it, and she won't be able to touch you." ”

He had no idea what I was afraid of. When my mother-in-law and ancestor stroked the top of Chen Nuan's head, her demeanor and eyes at that moment were particularly familiar to me. I remembered that day in the murderous mansion in order to force out the Yaksha, after burning its original body, Huang Li, who was possessed by the Yaksha, looked at me.

Hate to the extreme, evil to the extreme.

Huang Li died tragically that day, and what happened to the Yaksha that possessed her, even Northeast Xiaoxue couldn't tell. Now that I see my mother-in-law and ancestor also showing such eyes, even if I am suspicious, I will not take the risk of letting her catch it.

I hurriedly said, "I have other faiths, and the church won't let us practice other faith ceremonies." ”

The middle-aged woman translated what I said to Mapo Laozu, who shook her head and said nothing more.

We stayed here for a while, chatting with the believers and watching the blessings of the ancestors. As I got to know each other, I became more and more frightened. This mother-in-law ancestor was just an ordinary old man a few days ago, and there was nothing strange about it except for Changyu, and suddenly one day she seemed to have obtained some kind of superpower, not only to treat the villagers, but also to predict life and death. Since then, this old man has quickly become the god of the surrounding ten miles and eight villages, and many people have come to visit her, and some have even established a shrine for her.

This is nothing, this old man actually has extremely strong organizational skills, and in a short period of time, she established the Mapo Society with her prestige. All believers are called "friends", and each village also has a branch office, and each community has a president. The president can get some inheritance of the ancestors of the mother, such as holy water, the power that can be blessed in advance, etc., and the president can accept apprentices downwards, and the president is also called the master. The following believers also have the name of the society, with the words "wisdom, wisdom, truth, and ru" to rank down the generations, as the basis of the name.

Hearing this, the whole room was smiling at us, and everyone showed their white teeth, laughing very happily and innocently. And the three of us were sweating like rain, and we couldn't listen to it anymore.

Just when we said goodbye to our mother-in-law and ancestor and were about to leave, something suddenly happened. As soon as I got out of the house, I heard a fierce dog barking from the house, and when I looked back, it was the big yellow dog next to my mother's grandmother.

The dog stood up and barked at us outside the door, but instead of running over, he just stood where he was. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the expression on the dog's face seems to be extremely anxious.

I and Tongsuo took a look at Chen Nuan, if Ma Po Lao Zu was really possessed by a Yaksha, then this big yellow dog might be Wang Kai. Checking Wang Kai's body that day, it was found that he died very strangely, and according to the situation at the time, it was speculated that he may have died in the spiritualist ritual of "passing the yang qi". His yang energy and essence were all drained, so that the mana of the devouring yaksha was completed, and he finally became a demon. But what the specific process was and how he died, no one can say.

Northeast Xiao Xue Lai Sakura They are all decent inheritances, and no one has ever seen that kind of evil spell, and they are just guessing.

If the big yellow dog in front of him and Wang Kai really have something to do with each other, then what form of connection is it? Is it the reincarnation of Wang Kai's soul? Or is it like in a fairy tale, turning the princess into a goose? Not a single qiē can be imagined.

Ma Po Lao Zu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the dog's head. The big yellow dog whimpered and glanced at us, with endless sadness in his eyes. It knelt down and stopped screaming.

Looking at Chen Nuan again, the girl was already in tears at this time.

We went back to the city, and after finding a time, I made an appointment with Lai Ying, told her about my mother-in-law's ancestor, and told her my worries. Mama Lao Zu will not be possessed by the Yaksha, even if it is not the Yaksha, she is doing such a thing in the countryside, and something big will happen in the future.

Lai Ying also felt that this matter was very important, and she wanted to contact Northeast Xiaoxue to go over and have a look. But Northeast Xiaoxue went south to Guangzhou for personal reasons, and only came back half a month later. After making an appointment with Master Guo, the four of us went to Shekou Tun again, and as soon as we arrived at the entrance of the village, we saw that the village was dressed in linen and filial piety, and there was paper money blown everywhere. A villager was just about to inquire when a horn sounded on the village road.

A funeral procession blows and blows, the spirit flag swings in the wind, and the paper money flies, which is extremely solemn. The banner reads: Master Ma Po through the ages.

The whole team was mighty, no less than hundreds, all wearing sackcloth and filial piety belts, crying.

"Mama's ancestor is dead, and the clue is broken."

I looked up, and the sky was dark, and fine snowflakes were falling.

Returned from Shekou Tun in vain. Thinking of the little things that happened since I met Huang Li, I felt like a dream. These days are bizarre and strange, depressing and gloomy, and when the dust settles, they find that they are already full of ruins.

It's getting colder, the temperature is at an all-time low in the city, and the streets are dripping with ice. At night, I heard the wind howling outside, making the window panes crackle.

The weather forecast says that tonight will usher in the city's heaviest winter rain since the beginning of winter. Luckily, the next day was the weekend when I didn't have to go to work, and in the middle of the night, I was woken up by the sound of rain hitting the window.

Leaning on the window and looking out, it was dark and raining outside, the wind was blowing, the windows rattled, and I was afraid that a gust of wind would blow it apart.

Occasionally, there are cars passing by on the street, empty and empty, the water flows freely, and the sky and the earth are colorless.

There is no light in the house in the daytime, and it is as if it is night, and I turn on the lights, and I want to watch the TV and surf the Internet. My sister-in-law called me and told me that I couldn't turn on electrical appliances on rainy days, and that once there was thunder and lightning, the electrical appliances could be broken. Thousands of instructions.

I answered her and took a book to lie down under the covers to read.

I stayed up until noon and was hungry, I got up to find food, and when I was rummaging through the refrigerator, the doorbell rang outside.

It's strange, how can anyone come on a rainy day? I came to the door, leaned on the cat's eye and looked out, the building outside was dark, and I could only faintly see a human figure. It was a man with an umbrella in his hand, and his face was not clear.

But I can tell that this is a stranger, and I have never met him.

I thought about it for a moment and opened the door anyway.

Standing outside the door was a young man in his twenties, much younger than me, and a little immature. He wore very little, a thin jacket, and held a black umbrella in his hand that almost blew the wind away. He was shivering, his lips were blue, and the water was dripping down.

"You are?" I asked.

He coughed a few times, took a breath of relief, and said, "Are you Luo Dao?" ”

I nodded.

"Can you let me in first, it's too cold, I want to drink some hot water. I'm from Longcheng, my name is Ye Fan, and I made a special trip to bring you a message. ”

Longcheng is a small city in Jilin Province, close to the mountains, with beautiful scenery and attracts many travelers. Although I don't have any money, I am also keen on traveling, and I often check out domestic tourist attractions, so I know a little bit.

After such a long journey, this Ye Fan came all the way from the Northeast to find me, what does he want to do?

I hesitated, but let him in. poured hot water for him, Ye Fan didn't see it, took off his soaked coat, and I helped him hang it in the bathroom. When he had calmed down, I asked him what was wrong.

He pulled out an old-fashioned envelope from his pocket, and two things slipped out of it. One is a photograph, the other is a string of text written on a tissue.

I picked up a tissue and looked at it, and it was scribbled with my home address, phone number, and name.

I was very upset, I felt that my personal ** was violated, and I had a cold face: "Who wrote this?" ”

"The man in the photo." Ye Fan said.

I picked up the picture and looked at it. The background of the photo is very dark, and it should have been taken in a room with no light. I could faintly see a man sitting in the dark depths.

I almost screamed at the sight of this person.

He is the unraveling bell.

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