For two days in a row, I studied the strategic layout under this tunnel, watched Xu Laosan start to do the finishing work, punched exhaust holes in this tunnel, and arranged for each family to dig cellars, everything was done in an orderly and orderly manner.

"It's a pity that a talent like Xu Laosan was born in this troubled era, if this is placed in a peaceful and prosperous world, read some books, and he is indispensable to infrastructure madness."

I stood in the tunnel and sighed.

"Shopkeeper, what's wrong with Xu Laosan?"

Zhao Donglai was already standing behind me at some point.

"It's okay, Xu Laosan is too capable, Zhao Donglai, I'll ask you to go to the rich peasants and landlords in the village in the next few days to ask, do they want to dig a cellar to connect with us, what did they say?"

"Back to the shopkeeper, in addition to the seven or eight rich peasants who promised to dig through with us, the landlords and the bosses who opened shops on the same street as us, except for the shopkeeper Yang of the coffin shop, only the money shopkeeper of the money village is willing to dig, and the rest are not willing to dig it." Zhao Donglai said embarrassedly.

"Did they say why they didn't want to?"

"They say that once the tunnel is dug, the tenants will follow the tunnel to their homes to steal."

"I see, let's forget it first."

I got up and walked out of the tunnel, Zhao Donglai also came out after me, I walked out the door, Zhao Donglai still followed, I came to the street, Zhao Donglai followed to the street.

"Zhao Donglai, what are you doing with me?"

"Shopkeeper, after this tunnel is dug, when will it be announced that it will no longer provide food?"

Zhao Donglai looked around, leaned into my ear and whispered.

"Why don't you provide it, wait until the autumn, what do you let everyone eat!"

"Ah, the shopkeeper, then this eats more than we earn every day, and our grain store is pure and loses money." Zhao Donglai cried with a sad face.

"Who said that I opened a grain store to make money, make something good for everyone at noon, stew a pot of pork ribs."

I said and kept walking.

"Shopkeeper, there's one more thing you've forgotten?" Zhao Donglai continued to follow.

"What's the matter? Say. ”

"Oops! Shopkeeper, you really forgot, you promised He Wencai that a car of rice a few days ago, and you will have to send it tomorrow, I took a look at our white rice, if it is loaded into a car, there will be nothing left. ”

Zhao Donglai spun left and right behind me, babbling step by step, almost stepping on my shoes.

"Who said I'm going to give him a cart of rice?"

I looked at the shops on both sides of the street as I walked, and although I had seen it many times, I still felt that it was novel, the name, the style, and the proper flavor of the Republic of China, and I never got tired of seeing it.

"That's not what you promised the other day, tomorrow will be the day."

Zhao Donglai followed behind and stomped his feet.

"Let's see if he can live until tomorrow."

"Huh?!"

Zhao Donglai stood still, as if he was pondering something. Half a day later, I heard a voice from behind me:

"Shopkeeper, what are you doing?"

"Wandering."

Zhao Donglai turned his head back, and I headed in the direction of the Black Duck River.

Today is May 3rd, and in the evening, when Li Zheng He Wencai jumped into the river, I was going to go over in advance to have a look.

Walking from this street, just passing by Yang Chenglin's coffin shop, it was already evening, Yang Chenglin was still sitting on the recliner at the door of the coffin shop, a pot of tea was placed on the small square table next to him, and a pretty little maid stood respectfully behind him waiting for the call, undoubtedly a paper man.

He was still beating to the rhythm of the funeral in the backyard.

Seeing me coming, Yang Chenglin jumped up directly from the recliner and rushed over:

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Wandering."

"Wherever you go, I'll go with you."

Yang Chenglin waved his hand at the maid as he spoke, and the maid went in with the tea bowl.

"Let's go, Black Duck River."

"What's there about the Black Duck River, it's gloomy over there, and I don't like to go there for so many years."

Yang Chenglin said as he walked.

"There's a good show tonight, you'll know when you go."

All the way to the Black Duck River, the river was pitch black and tumbling, as if it had been boiled, and black splashes were tumbling upwards.

This reminds me of the Qiu Niangzi who was drowned by her family in the Black Duck River recorded in the notes of "The Strange Story of Mountains and Rivers", on the day that Qiu Niangzi seduced Han Dazhuang in the shack by the river, when Zhang Laifu went to the river to clean up fishing rods and other things, he saw the river rolling like ink, and he felt very scary.

The river turns black, the yin and evil do it, rolling up and down, the yin spirit is happy, this phenomenon is destined to be drowned tonight.

"Brother, this river doesn't look right."

"Well, that's not right."

As I spoke, I took out a few steamed buns, placed them by the river, and then lit another incense stick and put it next to it.

Soon, Pei Xiaopei's life soul and the ghosts of the six children appeared, sat on the ground and began to eat steamed buns.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

"Tianyan Fu, see for yourself!"

I shook off his hand that was pulling my sleeve.

He took out a blank talisman paper, drew a talisman and shook it in front of his eyes a few times, and then it burned, and the smoke from the talisman burned remained at the place of his eyes, and he glanced at the children sitting in a circle on the ground.

"It turns out that these children haven't left yet, I should have guessed earlier, I was still in Qingyunguan when they died, and I forgot about it when I came back. I've heard about it, but I don't believe they fell to their deaths. ”

Looking at the children sitting around the ground eating, Yang Chenglin changed his previous hippie smile and muttered.

Then he looked at me again and said:

"Brother, I know you're not an ordinary person, do you think this Shanhe Village can still be saved?"

"The people here are right, but the ones who are wrong are those who harbor evil intentions, why didn't they save them?"

"That'...... How to save? ”

"Didn't you dig a tunnel!"

"Yes, yes, I should have thought that the tunnel was used for this, so I'll go back this time and set up a gossip array in ten steps inside."

……

While chatting, the weather slowly got dark, and the children on the ground had finished eating and disappeared one after another.

Time passed little by little, and it was midnight, Yang Chenglin also seemed to have a premonition that something would happen for a while, so he stopped talking, and sat on the sand at my feet, looking at the river and distracted.

But then again, I've been standing by the river for five or six hours since I came in the evening, but I didn't feel tired at all.

Midnight, sub-hour, yin and yang conference, water and fire, for the "conjunction of yin", is the heaviest time of the day yin.

A yin wind blew suddenly, and I turned around to see that several children were dragging He Wencai's soul together.

Yang Chenglin also jumped up from the ground and looked at the children.

"Where's Xiao Pei?" I asked the kids.

Several of the children turned to look behind them.

At this time, I saw clearly, far away, a person was running towards this side, and when I got closer, it was He Wencai, at this time, the flame on He Wencai's shoulder was only an extremely faint breath, Pei Xiaopei followed all the way behind, but this flame was not extinguished, even if it looked like it was extinguished, but it flashed and lit up.

"What's going on, the flames are generally faint like this, isn't it just a blow and extinguished?"

I really couldn't understand it, so I saw that Pei Xiaopei was blowing behind him, and his shadow faded from being tired, but the pinch of fire just didn't go out, and He Wencai was also stunned and stood by the river without jumping inside.

"Brother, look at the Dharma Protector on his shoulder, his ancestors have a shadow on it!"

After Yang Chenglin's reminder, I took a closer look, and sure enough, on He Wencai's shoulder, a cloud of white mist-like energy had been protecting that little bit of fire.

Whenever Pei Xiaopei blew this flame, this white mist seemed to be prepared in advance, and it was strictly guarded in front.

Although it will be blown away by Pei Xiaopei's breath every time, it can always protect the flame from extinguishing, and it can always be regathered before Pei Xiaopei is ready to blow it a second time.

"What did his ancestors do?"

This is the first time I have seen the situation of my ancestors protecting their descendants, and I can't help but be very interested, so I asked.

"I don't know if that's the thing."

Yang Chenglin thought for a while and told me about the situation of He Wencai's ancestor.

He Wencai's great-grandfather was a son of the Qing Dynasty, he was a master in the army, he saved some savings in his life, and began to worship God and believe in Buddhism in his later years. It is said that after doing this, He Wencai's great-grandfather once met a Taoist priest, so he told the Taoist priest about it, and asked the Taoist priest to build a Taoist temple and gild his body, how much merit and how much benefit can he have? The Taoist priest calculated and told him that this merit could last for three generations. ”

"Three generations of Yu Yin."

As I spoke, I looked at Pei Xiaopei, only to see that the cold wind he was blowing was already weak, and in the end, it was even difficult to blow away the white mist.

At this moment, there were voices from afar, and the voices were getting closer and closer, and soon they heard shouts of "Dad", "Old Man", "Dad" and "Old Man", it should be He Wencai's son and daughter-in-law who came up.

As long as this white mist protects this flame from extinguishing, until He Wencai's son comes to ask his father to go home and raise it for a period of time, this out-of-body soul can go back again.

I raised my hand and used a black mist to restrain He Wencai's soul, and said to the children:

"Why don't you come over and help?!"

As soon as I said it, several children ran to He Wencai with a "hula" and blew down at the faint flame on his shoulder, the white mist was blown out and disappeared in an instant, and the flame on He Wencai's shoulder was immediately extinguished.

Pei Xiaopei pushed He Wencai's body and jumped directly into the river, and at this time, He Wencai's family also ran up, and saw He Wencai jumping into the river from a distance, crying and running this way.

I hurriedly used the Black Tai Chi Mirror to hide me and Yang Chenglin.

"Brother, you have to bear the cause and effect for doing this."

Yang Chenglin looked at the He family who were standing by the river crying and whispered.

"When cause and effect come, we will care about it."

I said and looked at Pei Xiaopei beside me:

"The revenge has been avenged, do you have to go back too?"

After saying that, I used the power of Hei Tai Chi to bind him again and forcibly sent him back to Pei's house.

"Daoist Yang, these few, let's go over!"

I looked at the other six children in front of me and said to Yang Chenglin.

"Oh!"

Yang Chenglin sat down on the spot, and immediately recited the Taoist scriptures of transcendence, and his expression was even full of compassion and solemnity.

As the scriptures were recited, wisps of pure white mist appeared around the children, more and more, and gradually turned into a silvery white, enveloping the children, and then, the lonely souls of these children began to disappear one by one.

I looked at the silver-white mist, which carried the power of mellow blessing and compassion, with the power of purification and transcendence, and suddenly remembered that Yang Chenglin once said that his master Qingxuzi had said that he had the appearance of an immortal, maybe it was not a simple compliment.