"It's okay Xiaojie continues to plan, you can see that the hair is already exposed, and it will be ready soon." Aunt Dong guided me with a serious look on the side.

But can she listen to her? I remembered how she ran away with her life just now. I don't think she knows how to deal with this kind of thing.

But what the old-timers ask me for, I will try my best to fulfill for him.

With my courageous efforts, the whole body was quickly thrown out.

I never imagined that this corpse was so well preserved.

The blood just now came out of the senior's eye sockets, although it wasn't a lot, but the smell of blood was really too strong.

It does look a little scary, the eyes are still there, but there are no eyes, only the whites of the eyes.

The most incredible thing is that the face is ruddy, the hair is intact, and the whole body looks like it has just died, but it has been dead for a long time!

I looked back at Dong Jing next to me, and each of them had a frightened expression on their faces.

"Auntie is going to change the corpse, let's not move his grave, let's go home. Having been dead for so long, this corpse feels like it's coming back to life. ”

As soon as Dong Jing finished speaking, a voice came from the air: "Thank you, the old man is grateful, young man." ”

I turned my head suddenly, and oh my God, the old man sat up in broad daylight.

Chen Ming, who was so frightened that he was watching from the sidelines, ran away, but he quickly crept back again.

"Benefactor, I have something for you under me. Remember to move my grave as soon as possible, or the hour will pass, thank you. The old man has no regrets. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man lay down again, and the blood had stopped flowing from his eyes.

What I can't figure out is that in a few seconds, the body of the old-timer quickly dissolves there, and in the end, only a pile of bones remains.

I didn't think much of it, and neatly wrapped the skeleton in my own clothes.

Just as I was about to leave here, Dong Jing reminded me, "Applejack, wait a minute, did you forget?" Didn't the old-timers just tell you that they had something for you? ”

"Oh, I almost forgot."

So I put the skeleton aside, and the strange smell of blood began to pick up again.

"Look, it's a sword!" I was excited and nervous.

"That's a feng shui sword." Aunt Dong said.

"Would it be useful for me for the old man to give me this kind of thing?"

"Don't talk about it yet, get the skeleton up, he must have his reason for giving it to you."

Anyway, I'm glad to get this sword.

We didn't hesitate any longer, and according to what Aunt Dong said, we chose another place that we thought was suitable for the old-timers to bury.

Originally, I wanted to get a tombstone, but I didn't know what the senior's surname was and what his name was.

Then get him an nameless monument, and may he be here forever with the mountains and rivers, and rest in peace.

On the way home, I kept playing with the feng shui sword.

"Aunt Dong, you know a lot. See what's so great about this sword? ”

"In my experience, this sword will cost many people's lives, but I think those people should die under this sword."

"How do you know what that means?"

"I mean, there's a lot of anger on this sword."

"So what should I do?"

"Now Auntie doesn't understand much, you just keep it by your side first, maybe it can save your life at a critical moment."

All right! Put it away first.

It was a week before the village chief called.

He said that the Holy Spirit Temple was basically completed, and because of the large number of people, the construction speed was relatively fast.

"Xiaojie, tomorrow you will have a door sign, everyone knows that you are a literate person, so you can write three words to the door number, which is the Holy Spirit Temple."

"This can't be done, village chief, isn't there a leader? Just write it to the leader. ”

"We unanimously decided to let you write, tomorrow there will be a big banquet, then you will all come, we will build this hall in a beautiful way, and then celebrate it."

We all went for the second day.

I asked the village chief of Dongjiao about asking me to write the house number, is this appropriate?

"It's okay, don't think too much about Xiaojie, that's because everyone looks up to you, we want to write to him, but we haven't had this opportunity yet. Feel free to write to them! ”

The address of the Holy Spirit Temple is at the entrance of the East Village, which we chose early in the morning.

At that time, there were many people gathered, as well as the leaders of the township. For some reason, these leaders were also very polite to me, which made me feel a little embarrassed.

"Xiaojie, you're here, write the door number quickly, the weather is good today, it'll be dry in a while, and you can hang the door number today."

The village chief is so enthusiastic, and I can't say anything.

When the pen and ink were ready, I scribbled three words on the glowing black plaque: Holy Spirit Temple.

Soon the firecrackers rang out, and the elderly, children, and young people gathered together, so lively.

"Xiaojie, you guys go around first, I asked the young people in the village to start preparing the wine table, just in front of the empty space, there are dozens of tables?"

With that, the village chief hurried away.

But I don't know why, looking at this joyful and festive atmosphere, I can't be happy.

I feel like I have a lot to deal with, and I even wonder if there will be trouble at this time.

"Applejack, what are you thinking? A preoccupied look. Be happy, it's a rare atmosphere. ”

"I'm fine, what about them?"

"Leave them alone, I'll take you to get food, there are a lot of delicious things on the table over there."

"No need, I've never liked apples, bananas and the like, you go Xiaojing, don't worry about me yet."

"Okay, I'll bring you some later, don't be sad, be happy."

Looking at the back of Dong Jing walking away, I suddenly had a thought: "Aunt Dong is right, if I can get along with her like this all the time, I will really be very happy in this life." ”

But I don't know why, when I think of the 183 Temple Street I saw in my dream before, I have a faint feeling of uneasiness in my heart.

Time flies.

It's almost time to put up the plaque.

The village chief said loudly to everyone with a loudspeaker: "Today is a festive day, wait a minute, everyone eat and drink well!" Before we do that, we're going to hang up this plaque. ”

To the sound of gongs and drums, the young people of the village walked towards the gates of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, carrying ladders and plaques.

"Okay, everyone, be careful, now let's start putting up the plaque." Before the village chief finished speaking, there was applause from everyone next to him.

Originally, it was relatively easy to put on a plaque.

But the accident still happened, when I saw two young men of eighteen or nineteen years old holding the ends of the plaque and climbing up the ladder, they were just about to hang the plaque on the lintel.

Suddenly, there were two clangs, and the two young men seemed to be affected by some external force, and almost at the same time, their hands shook, and the plaque fell to the ground.

Everyone couldn't help but cry, the gong stopped, and everyone didn't speak, looking at this scene, in a daze, surprised, and confused.