"I remember you said that your mentor once came to Nanling to study folklore and wrote that notebook himself. When he thinks about it, he will be interested in this golden Buddha. I think he must have taken advantage of Duanyang to come and see the broken arm Rulai! Then, by the way, he left this wishing card here. Liu Sanqian recalled Yang Wanwan's words and made a guess.

"What, what, what did your mentor wish?" Yang Zhenzhen, who heard the conversation between the two, trotted over, and she poked her head out, trying to see the words on the wooden plaque in Yang Wanwan's hand.

"There are thousands of secret things in Nanling, if you are lucky enough to know about them. Good, fortunate!" Yang Wanwan read it out, word for word.

"What's the matter, would anyone make such a boring wish? Don't lie to me!" Yang Zhenzhen was stunned and couldn't believe it, she snatched the wooden card from Yang Wanwan's hand and carefully identified it, "It's really written like this, the ideas of these scholars are really different from ordinary people, very weird!"

"Back...... There are words!" Liu Sanqian stood opposite Yang Zhenzhen, her eyes were just facing the wishing card in her hand, she could clearly see that on the back of the wooden card, someone wrote a very small line of words with a black pen, "I want you to do something, you look at it, I can't see clearly." ”

Yang Zhenzhen turned over the wooden sign and brought it to her eyes, "My mother, this word is as small as an ant, I want you to ...... I hope...... You die. ”

The three of them looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a moment. Although they all knew the words on the back of the wooden sign, they could not comprehend it and could not get the main point.

"What do you mean? Why is your mentor writing this sentence on the back? Who is he making to die?"

"Let me see," Yang Wanwan took the wooden card, frowned and observed for a while, then opened the notebook and made a comparison. After a long time, she said with certainty, "This is not my mentor's handwriting, you see, these two words 'death'." ”

"It's really different, a font is round, and the last stroke of the word 'death' draws a big arc," Yang Zhenzhen carefully looked at the words on the back of the wooden plaque and the words in the notebook, "It may be that someone scribbled on your mentor's wishing card, it is estimated that it is similar to a prank of 'come here'." ”

Liu Sanqian also thinks so, but there is still something very strange......

"Then why, my mentor obviously arrived at Nanling five years ago, but his wooden plaque was placed in front of it? It stands to reason that the brand of five years ago should have been buried very inside. Outside, most of them should be newly hung wooden signs last year and this year. ”

This is indeed a problem, Yang Zhenzhen thought for a while, "It may be that your mentor came to Nanling again after that." ”

"No way," Yang Wanwan shook her head, "My mentor came to Nanling five years ago to live in Nanling for half a year, and on the day he left, the bus he was sitting on had a car accident, which caused him to suffer damage to his spine and disability in both legs. Since then, the tutor has been in a state of collapse and has been closed all day. In fact, I think that the tutor did not continue his research on the Duanyang Festival, most of which is also because of this reason. ”

"In other words, someone specially found the piece that belonged to your mentor from the dense wishing cards, and then wrote the words 'I want you to die' on the back," Liu Sanqian sorted it out, "If it's just for pranks, the time cost is too high!"

Yang Wanwan nodded, "I do think it's very strange, but I'd better call my wife first to confirm if my mentor had ever been to Nanling before his death!"

Liu Sanqian watched the girl walk aside and make a call, and a bad idea jumped out of his heart.

She listened to the girl tell the story of the last time she came to Nanling, in those stories: the young man who broke the arm of the Golden Buddha and cut off one of his arms, the old man who guided others lost his father, the boss Zhu who worshiped the Buddha and asked for success, and came to repay the vow, died of a heart attack, and Yang Wanwan's mentor had a car accident on the day he left Nanling, and his legs could not walk, and judging from the notes, he did successfully understand a lot of Nanling's folk culture.

It's simply ...... It's too evil!

Judging from the first two stories, this Buddha statue seems to be extremely vindictive. And from the stories of the last two incidents, it can be seen that making a wish for the Buddha statue can indeed make all wishes come true. But after this, it seems that there is a greater price to pay. I don't know if this is a coincidence or an inevitability......

This broken arm is like this...... I'm afraid it's really not clean, and when I go back to my two lives, I must discuss it with Luo Han and let him find out. If he dodges me again, I'll run to his study to intercept him.

Liu Sanqian thought so, and heard Yang Wanwan's voice on the phone.

"Aunt Mei, we haven't seen each other for a long time since the funeral, are you okay?" Yang Wanwan dialed his wife's phone and first exchanged pleasantries.

The warm voice of the master came through the cold earpiece.

In Yang Wanwan's mind, she couldn't help but think of the woman who always smiled indifferently, she was not very beautiful, but she had an excellent temperament. has been married to his mentor for many years, and the two have always raised their eyebrows and loved each other very much. When the guru gave up on himself, he never gave up.

The mentor died last year due to a fall from the building, and the saddest thing was her.

"It's Wanwan, don't worry, I'm doing well. ”

"It's good that you're doing well," Yang Wanwan drove straight in, "That's right, Aunt Mei." Didn't you give me the teacher's manuscript......"

Li Meifang paused, a little surprised, "There is such a thing, what happened to the manuscript?"

"It's not a matter of manuscripts, I chose to go to Nanling this time to relax, and by the way, I brought the teacher's manuscripts...... Anyway, I'm in a temple called Garan right now, and I want to ask, has the teacher been to Nanling since he came here five years ago?"

There was a long silence. Breathing could be heard from the other side, but no one answered.

"Hey, Aunt Mei, are you still there?"

"Ah, no! he's like that, how could he go to Nanling again. ”

"Also, excuse me, Aunt May. Take care. ”

Yang Wanwan hung up the phone, "My mentor has never been to Nanling since. ”

"What's the matter, aren't we here to find the old woman who told fortunes? Why now, the focus is on your mentor again, do you still want to find your monk brother?" Yang Zhenzhen was not interested in her cousin's mentor, so she screamed.

"I don't want to visit this ruined temple, let's go out and find the old woman quickly, and if we continue to rub it off, it will be dark." ”

In this way, under the urging of Yang Zhenzhen, several people could only put this strange thing aside and leave the temple.

"The street where the stalls are set up is just in front. ”

The three of them went together.

On the other side, after Li Meifang hung up the phone, her body was unstable and she was panting urgently, "Damn, the ghost is not gone." ”

She wiped the beads of sweat from her head, held the ceramic cup with a trembling hand, and brought it to her mouth. Because her hands were shaking so violently, a lot of water ran down her neck, wetting her clothes.

",,,......"

Why did his student Yang Wanwan look so much like him.

Nanling, she also went to Nanling. Would she have found that thing......

Li Meifang curled up on the sofa, biting her nails. She looked at the clock on the wall, squeezing her composure.

Don't panic.

Even if it is discovered, it will not be good.

It's still early.

Yes, Li Meifang is waiting for someone today.

It can't be said that she is waiting for someone, because she has to wait......

It's his own deceased husband.