"It's useless, it's useless?" My mother's love was a little excited, and her voice couldn't help but be high, saying that I heard Luo Da Dick talk about it a few days ago, saying that he recently saw the old Taoist priest on the side of Wuguniang Mountain in the past of the snail forest, maybe they didn't leave at all, and even the Taoist temple was set up over there, let's go look for it, maybe we can find it.

My mother said hopefully, but in exchange for my father's silence, this stiff atmosphere had been silent for a long time, I waited uncomfortably in bed, and when I opened half of my eyes, I saw that my father, who had never smoked, had found a cigarette stick from nowhere, and had made some dried tobacco leaves, and was smoking it one bite at a time. He obviously hadn't smoked much, and the home-grown leaf smoke choked again, so tears were choking down.

Since I had an impression, I didn't see my mother and my father blushing, but this time she was obviously a little anxious, grabbed my father's sleeve, and said excitedly: "You yourself can see clearly, several children died before the liberation of the stream, and he was clearly entangled by those water ghosts, and there was no way to take medicine, if you don't go to the old Taoist, my second egg may not have a few days to live." Why are you so ruthless, let me tell you, if my second egg can't live, I won't live either......"

When I heard this, I wondered, yesterday at noon, my mother was unusual, thinking that I might not live long - but I really can't live?

I never thought about this kind of problem, when I thought that I was like those who died all these years, lying in a thin-skinned coffin, and then buried in the earth, without food or drink, without parents, without sisters, and without friends to play with, wouldn't that be boring to death? Just when I was thinking nonsense, I heard my mother's death to force, my father finally opened his mouth, saying that I didn't want my son to die, but you don't know those monks, no father and mother, there are no ancestors and elders in their hearts, if you raise such a child, I would rather the white-haired person send the black-haired person, at least I know where he lies at night.

As soon as my father's thoughts came out, he was immediately scolded by my mother, and after scolding, he enlightened him, saying that people may not be what you think, even if he is, he is always better than dead, right?

That night, my father and my mother discussed all night, sometimes crying, sometimes making trouble, but at that time I just felt that my eyelids were very heavy, and my head was heavy, as if someone was sitting on top of my head, and I was dazed, and before I knew it, I fell asleep again.

When I woke up the next morning, my mother had already begun to open Luo, she went to the stove room and took out a basket of eggs, two hanging bacon on the beam, and then took two dead rabbits with hair, a big bag of rice, these gifts were ready, and my father discussed downstairs for a long time, and then went upstairs, let me get up, freshen up, and then my mother used a bamboo basket to carry everything, and my father carried two sharpened firewood knives, after some preparation, left my sister to take care of the house, And we took advantage of the dawn of the sky and walked towards the side of Wuguniang Mountain.

Wuguniang Mountain is the main peak of the Mali Mountain area, as the name suggests, there are five mountains, after there and then go in, you will enter the old forest, I heard that there are many wild beasts there, and those seedlings who do not pay grain and do not pay taxes.

Although I was only infected with the disease on the neck, but in the past few days, I have no strength, and my body is very weak, far from being as easy as when I went to the mountain to play first, but I have one thing, that is, I am more competitive, stubborn, such a big person, and I don't want my father and mother to carry it, gritting my teeth and sticking to it.

I have heard the conversation between my father and my mother last night, and I know that this disease on my body may be the fault of the unjust soul in the stream, ordinary medicine cannot be cured, only an old Taoist priest on the top of the mountain can be cured, but the old Taoist priest is not a good person, and wants to rob my father of his son - I am the meat that fell from my mother's body, and my father fed me with a mouthful of food, so it is possible to go to someone else as a son?

Unconsciously, I had a bad feeling in my heart for the old Taoist priest I hadn't met yet, and I didn't know if I could find it.

The creek where I was robbed before bathing is in the south, and Wuguniang Mountain is in the east, but to go there, you need to pass through the snail forest, this village is the closest place to the deep mountains, after here, you need to enter the reckless forest plain, although my father has been here when he was collecting medicine, but he is not familiar, but my mother grew up on this Mali Mountain, so I can still distinguish the direction, and I didn't go the wrong way.

The mountains are densely forested, inaccessible to people, and the road is not a road, all of which are stepped out by some hunters and medicine collectors, and some even come out of wild beasts, we set off from early in the morning, until the sun is high, and then we will see the highest one of the Wuguniang Mountain, far away in the clouds. To be honest, the sea of the mountain peaks there has never been high, but it is not dense, and as far as the eye can see, there are mountain buns everywhere, endlessly, which makes people feel a sense of despair.

I don't know how long I walked, everyone was so tired that I couldn't do it, if I hadn't been supported by my father, I'm afraid I would have fallen on the mountain road, sharpening the knife and cutting wood, and I had to rest when I was tired, my father found a clearing in the woods, helped my mother unload things, and then touched a few pieces of steamed sweet potatoes and bamboo tubes with water, and distributed them to us.

This sweet potato is sweet, but not hungry, but the conditions at that time were like this, and there was nothing to complain about, half a child, eating poor old man, I ate three or two bites, ate three at once, choked in a panic, was drinking water with the bamboo tube, and suddenly heard a strange sound in the distance. At first, I didn't think it was like it, but then I heard it squeaky and rooster noise, so I knew that something was really wrong, and I quickly told my parents.

My father didn't want to care about this, but he couldn't bear to grind and grind, and my mother was worried about what the problem was, so it was okay to go and see, so I agreed. However, in this deep mountain and old forest, the heart of defense is indispensable, we did not follow the road, but slowly touched the woods, walked to the front to take a look, only to see four men with big shoulders and round waists crowded in the forest, and there was a thin old man in front of them, I don't know what means they made, and there was a whole circle of wild monkeys around them.

The monkeys in our Mali Mountain are different from the monkeys in other places, the old people say that these monkeys used to be an ancestor with people, they have spirituality, and they have a bad temper, and they generally don't appear in front of people very much, and they are very wild, but they don't know how they all come here.

My father is not an old resident here, he fled from the famine before the liberation, and he has seen some of the world, and when he saw these people with bamboo cages and iron chains, he whispered to my mother: "These people are monkey catchers, and these people who run the dock are the most bloody and brave, and they all have guys on them, be careful, don't make a sound." My mother didn't speak, but I asked in a low voice, "If you don't make a sound, let them catch the monkeys?" ”

My father smiled bitterly and said that these monkeys are not your family, what do you care about so much, if you provoke those people, this deep mountain and old forest, what should people do if they stab you with a knife?

I didn't speak, but I always felt that this was not right, and the woods over there began to make a commotion, and I saw the thin old man carrying a big rooster with a reed flower, and killing it with a knife, and spilling blood in front of those monkeys, and those monkeys, who usually looked very fierce, were all frightened by the evil spirit, and did not dare to move, so they lowered their heads, and they were tied up one by one, and in a short time, these people were done with their work, and left here.

My father saw that the men were far away, so he pulled us over cautiously to look at them, and found that the gang was very stingy, and not only took away a dozen monkeys, but also the dead rooster of Luhua.

Seeing that there was only this pile of blood left on the ground, my father only scolded the bad luck, and reluctantly gouged around for a while, when suddenly the grass next to him moved, and a head poked out.