The incense is religious, and the heart is on the table.

Mo Chuan, who had arranged trivial affairs, immediately refined his mind and went away with the incense, but he hid in the incense and waited for the prayer to end.

- He plans to wait until the filial son Zhao Wensong finishes offering incense, and then follow him and heal him casually.

There is little entertainment in the village, and a prayer ceremony attracts countless villagers to watch.

The village hall was crowded with spectators, whispering and whispering.

"I can't see it, this Zhao Wensong is quite filial."

"Huh! What do you know, this is for outsiders to see, if you don't do it again, your backbone will be broken, and I'm afraid that even my daughter-in-law will run away with someone. ”

"Ah, what's going on?"

"Zhao Wensong insulted the old lady at home again! My mother, that scolding can be heard in ten miles and eight villages. ”

"But no, I heard that this surnamed Zhao is still hungry for his wife, I pass by in front of the door, and I often hear the old sister-in-law shouting hungry! Poor you, my sister-in-law has been a good person all her life, how did she raise such a white-eyed wolf. ”

"Tut-tut, no wonder so many people are invited to do the method of prolonging life, this is the soil silkworm burrowing into the shell - pretending to be benevolent!"

"Yes, yes, when the time comes, that is, filial piety has been recognized by God, if it is not successful, it can only be said that the number of days has been set, and there is no way to return to heaven."

"It's really all right and left."

The mouths that flew up and down made Mo Chuan's brows furrow secretly.

Not long after, Zhao Wensong recited the prayer three times in a row according to the folk customs, and then ended the prayer and got up to offer incense.

"Whoa—"

I don't want to, a gust of wind suddenly blew into the village ancestral hall, making many villagers who were watching the excitement tremble, and subconsciously looked around, but saw nothing.

I can only murmur secretly, it's the beginning of June, where did the cold wind come from?

However, what Mo Chuan saw was a ghost suddenly entering the ancestral hall.

Souls?

When Mo Chuan saw this ghost, his heart jumped.

The so-called living soul is the soul that is still alive in the skin, which comes out of the body for various reasons.

Since the body is not dead, the yang energy on the body is hidden, which can be seen with a little experience.

Looking closely, this soul is dressed as a Taoist, condensed with soul power, clear as a cloud, ethereal as a fairy.

After he stepped into the ancestral hall, he glanced at the praying crowd with interest, and then his lips moved slightly, and he used the secret method to transmit the sound to pray for the longevity of the people.

"Abusing the sick mother, it is a big rebellion, but now I am willing to live for three years, and Zhao's mother recovers from her illness, hum, can you think about it clearly?"

The faint sound came out from the depths of the hearts of the men, making the men who bowed to the ground shocked, and one by one they suddenly raised their heads and looked around, and they all saw the look of horror in each other's eyes.

The villagers who crowded inside and outside the ancestral hall to watch the excitement were suddenly confused when they looked at the vision in the ancestral hall.

"God, God is clearly spiritual."

Someone shuddered.

But no, the voice came out directly from my heart, and it was definitely not teased by outsiders.

"Brother Zhao, I, I, I suddenly remembered that there was still something at home, so I left first."

"I—Me too."

"I, I have an old mother above, and a child below......"

Zhao Wensong's relatives and friends suddenly panicked, and they all got up to find excuses to leave, and even turned around and left without saying a word.

"Smack!"

Zhao Wensong, who was about to offer incense, obviously didn't expect the gods to respond at all, so he was so frightened that he trembled all over, and he didn't hold the incense when he landed, causing the incense to fall to the ground and shatter into several pieces.

Seeing Zhao Wensong's appearance, the Soul Daoist shook his head lightly, and nodded: "A little more filial piety before death is better than being lively after death." ”

After saying that, he immediately walked away, leaving a mess all over the ground.

"Hey, why are you leaving?"

"What's going on? What gods manifest spirits? ”

The visitors outside the ancestral hall were stunned and stunned.

After finding out the truth from a few acquaintances, the expressions that looked at Zhao Wensong one by one suddenly changed.

Some fear the gods and dare not say much;

Someone slapped his thigh and shouted, "Look at it, what I'm talking about, this is a god who can't stand it." ”

For a while, inside and outside the ancestral hall, there was muttering everywhere.

What's more, taking advantage of the gaze of the gods, they hurriedly offered incense and prayed, praying for peace and joy, good luck and wealth.

The villagers were lively, but Zhao Wensong's face was pale, his expression was as withered as a corpse, and he only said that he had insulted his mother, which angered the gods, and he no longer dared to pray.

I had to get up in a daze, and I didn't know when I would return home while the villagers were pointing and pointing.

The hut left to him by his father was becoming more and more dilapidated because it had not been cleaned up.

The daughter-in-law couldn't stand the old mother's scolding, so she took her son to the city to work as a helper, and came back occasionally, and the family relied on her alone.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry...... Wen Song...... Wen Song...... Mother is hungry...... Mother is hungry......"

Before I walked into the yard, I heard a shout, I don't know if I shouted too much, the voice was yin and yang, and it had a bit of rhythm.

Zhao Wensong lifted the straw curtain, and suddenly the stench was terrible. In the dimly lit room, a thin old woman was lying on the bed and babbling nonsense, holding a handful of soft yellow objects in her hand, and when you looked closely, it turned out to be a lump of stool.

Seeing Wen Song come in, the old woman seemed to suddenly come to her senses, wiped the feces on the mottled soil wall that had been shoveled layer after layer, stretched out her hand and shouted:

"Mother is hungry...... Wen Song...... Mother is hungry......"

Zhao Wensong, who was in a daze all the way, saw this scene, knelt down with a "poof", and instead of scolding and scolding in the past, he shouted hoarsely:

"Mother, please spare me! Spare me! ”

The thin woman seemed to be startled by Zhao Wensong's crying, and she was silent.

Zhao Wensong fell to the ground, crying loudly, as if venting his grievances over the years.

I don't know how long it took, but the crying gradually stopped.

Zhao Wensong wiped a handful of tears, rolled up his sleeves, hugged the old lady off the soft couch, and cleaned up the bed full of arrows.

This is said to be tidying up, but in fact it is simply scrubbing.

It's really poor, how can there be any change of bedding? The straw mat under him is cheap, and there are a few more rolls at home.

He just cleaned it up here, and he didn't want his mother to leave his crotch again.

Zhao Wensong looked numb, and was stunned for a while before rolling up his sleeves and continuing to clean up.

By the time everything was cleaned up, it was already dark.

After a busy day, he didn't get a drop of water, his body was sore, and he just wanted to lie down and lie down for a long time.

Unfortunately, he couldn't lie down.

You can only use the fire fold to make a little fire and make a fire for cooking.

Fortunately, the family is poor, and there is no food, so there is no need to think about it, only a few pieces of taro, just boil it.

The orange firelight illuminated Zhao Wensong's face uncertainly.

It is the desire to die, and it is also the greed for life.

"Smack!"

The crackling sound of firewood sets off the night more and more quietly.

Zhao Wensong fell asleep, holding his knees with his hands and burying his face in his knees.

I don't know how long it has been, but faintly, he heard the movement of Suo Suo beside him.

He raised his head blankly, rubbed his eyes, and with a little stove fire, he faintly saw a familiar figure in the dark side room, opening the inverted altar placed in the corner of the wall in the dark, and taking out a black pickle.

After the figure finished taking the pickles, he turned his head to see Zhao Wensong wake up, and scolded with a smile: "You child, you dozed off during the fire again, and the water has dried up, it's like an old sow reincarnated, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and having a virtue with your father!" ”

Listening to the familiar scolding of the old lady, Zhao Wensong grinned.

It's a real dream.

…… I really want to never wake up.

(End of chapter)