The long black hair that had grown out began to drip black ink-like stuff down when the strand of hair was burned off. It's like oil coming out. And when I touched the black droplets and hair with my hands, I found that it was not wet at all, but a fine powder. Gently twisted it in his hand, and it disappeared without a trace.

Soon, those strange hairs that originally grew on the head of "Mu Guiying" turned into a pile of ashes on the rice array. Then I lit the incense again, and searched around the house to see if there were any remaining ghosts. After checking around and finding that it was clean, I packed up the rice array, collected the ashes after burning my hair, and then walked outside the door to blow it away. Then the house was cleaned up once, and the matter was over.

After all this, it was already evening. At this time, the old lady also woke up, and when we asked her if she felt anything wrong, she said that it was just a little swelling pain on both sides of her head, and everything else was fine. But because the two old men had fallen just now, I was afraid that there would be any sequelae, so I still took the two old men to Molangzhong.

Mo Langzhong said that there was no major problem, just a slight injury, and it would be fine after a few days of rest. I also replied to Mo Langzhong about the situation of this work by the way, after all, he was the introducer of this matter. After sending the old couple away, Mo Langzhong left me to have dinner in his pharmacy, so I was respectful and obedient.

During the dinner, I talked to him about Master, and he also knew that Master was now in Hubei. When I asked him if he knew an old folk in the Hankou area surnamed Qin, Mo Langzhong said that he had been looking for medicine all year round, and he knew a little about these strange news, but he didn't have a deep understanding. But that old Qin veteran in Hankou, the daimyo himself has indeed heard of it, and in our industry, it can be regarded as an alternative, a strange flower.

Mo Langzhong said that most people have only heard of Qin's predecessors, and they will never be able to see each other in their lives, on the one hand, he is low-key and very good at hiding. On the other hand, he is withdrawn and does not like to contact the outside world.

I didn't understand a little, so I asked Mo Langzhong, what does it mean to be good at hiding, why is he hiding? Mo Langzhong said that I heard that Qin's predecessors did not recognize some of his relatives, so there were no trustworthy people around him. And after the Japanese ran away, the civil war began in the country, and many people died for more than ten years, which gave him endless things to do.

But this person has a very big problem, that is, he is good at gambling and drinking. For money and women, it doesn't seem to impress him. It is said that when he was gambling money, because the dealer was out of a thousand, he got angry with others. But outnumbered, they all said that heroes don't suffer immediate losses, so that night, he secretly used his hands and feet, so that those gambling dealers who cheated money, all the gambling money was scattered to a poor street in Hanyang Town at that time, and everyone picked up a lot of money as soon as they opened the door the next day. And no one knows how he did it.

This kind of person who is both good and evil sounds like a strange story to me, so I pestered Mo Langzhong to ask him to tell me more things. Mo Langzhong said with a smile that he didn't know much, and the part he knew was all heard from others. Because of the erratic whereabouts of Qin's predecessors, and there are many rumors about him on the rivers and lakes, but no one can prove whether it is true or not, and he himself never denies or admits it, and he has never paid attention to these rumors at all, so the outside world has spread more and more gods, and they are about to turn him into a myth.

I asked Mo Langzhong, which school is the metaphysical teacher of this senior? Can't anyone in this sect inquire about this person? Mo Langzhong said, it is said that there is no sect, the craft is used, are some folk magic and witchcraft, where the teacher is estimated that no one knows, as far as my old Mo is a know-it-all, I know very little about his life experience, only know that the ancestral home is in Hunan, people who came out of Miao Village.

I once heard Master say that when we do this, we must first learn to respect, not only the heavens, the earth, ghosts and gods, but also the people of the world, and even the people of the market. Once, when I followed Master to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy New Year's goods, I met a few middle-aged men wearing Miao men's clothes, carrying a small bamboo basket on their backs, and with long hair. When I passed by them, Master whispered to me to keep my head down and never look them in the eye. At that time, I did not understand why, so I did so, and when I looked down and passed by, I found that they were hardly wearing shoes, and on the ankles of their feet there was a small silver circle with things such as dog teeth, pig bones, etc.

At that time, I also asked the master, why I didn't look at their eyes, the master smiled and told me at the time, this kind of long hair without shoes Miao people, unlike other Miao people who wear a lot of silver jewelry, they mostly wear black and red clothes, and do not wear shoes in order to catch the breath of the earth, this kind of Miao people, called black Miao, in ancient times, dominated Yunnan, called Nanzhao, Miao witchcraft, most of them are inherited by these people. If you look in their eyes, if the other party is not bad, they will change your mind, and you will be at the mercy of others.

So I never knew if Master was telling me what he was saying at the time, or if it was just to scare me. So I took it as a joke and shared it with Mo Langzhong. Mo Langzhong said, your master didn't joke with you, that's really the case, and although that Qin senior is a Miao from Hunan, it is said that the village is also black Miao.

Mo Langzhong said that although this Qin senior, although he left Miao Village to flee at that time, it is said that not long after he left, all the adult men in that village died, so the village became a widow's village. But this matter is rumored outside, and no one has been able to find his stockade, so there is no way to know whether it is true or not.

When I heard this, I probably gradually understood why Master went out to travel several times in a row, and chose the place where the old Qin senior lived, and then went back with perseverance after returning a few times without success, which shows that this old man's attraction to my master is naturally quite great. Since most people will never be able to see it in their lifetime, or if they do, they don't know it, then Master must have wanted to make an exception and visit him in particular.

I asked Mo Langzhong, when my master went to Hubei, did you older generation know each other? Mo Langzhong picked his teeth and said, others don't know, but he knows, because the address where the old Qin seniors currently live is what he helped the master to find. Mo Langzhong said proudly, know-it-all, as long as you want to inquire, in fact, there is nothing you can't inquire, although this circle is scattered all over the country, but in fact, there are just so many people, with a little attention, it is easy to know.

I even began to be fascinated, and this emotion could not help but be expressed on my face. Mo Langzhong probably sensed my thoughts, so he snorted and said to me, "Child, you are still young, the rivers and lakes are sinister, you haven't experienced much, your master has gone, whether you can see it or not, even if you do, what if you do, do you want to admire the master, or look strange?" Over the years, countless people have gone to him to no avail, and he has always avoided him, I have heard, as if it was because he was disabled, and it was a matter of face.

I asked Dr. Mo what a face-saving thing is, and he said that it is the disability that grows on the face, and it may be because of this that he has been regarded as a weirdo since he was a child, and he did not receive care when he grew up, so he acted eccentric and had a perverse personality in the end.

I stopped talking, because I felt that although Mo Langzhong admired Qin's seniors and heard a lot of rumors, he seemed to be a little unimpressed by my master's going to find the other party. So after dinner, Mo Langzhong went to meditate on his own, and I slept all night on the bed that I was treating patients on in the pharmacy.

The next morning, I started to leave for the village. I don't know if it's my own delusion, but even though it's only been a day since I went out this time, I feel like it's been a long time. So along the way, my feet are much faster than before, the so-called "return to the heart like an arrow", probably refers to me, and in fact, I know the reason, because there is still Meng Dongxue in the village. On the road, I saw several yellow-green military trucks with big red flowers tied to the front of the trucks driving by, and when I passed by, there were melodious revolutionary songs. I have never been indifferent to these things, but because of Meng Dongxue's relationship, it sounds so cordial at the moment.

Since the night two days ago, I handed myself over in a daze, and the longing and love between Meng Dongxue and me have become a fact. When I go out to run errands, as long as I have spare time, I always think of her smiling face, in a corn... No, in the rice field, in the center of the picture is her smiling face, and all around her are rice grains that have become blurred and swaying in the wind due to the difference in visual distance.

If you were to ask me what romance is, it would probably be romance in my heart.

When I returned to Aunt Xu's house, it was already after noon, and I didn't bring any dry food with me when I went out of the city, so by the time it was time for lunch, I was actually very hungry. So after I got home, I ate some leftovers casually, there was no one at home, Aunt Xu and Uncle Zhou probably went to work, and Meng Dongxue probably went to the propaganda team. I just sat in the yard, teasing the rhubarb, basking in the sun, and shaking the fan, planning to wait for everyone to come back so leisurely, and I don't know if Meng Dongxue would be happy to see that I had gone home when she came back from the propaganda team.

At six o'clock in the evening, Aunt Xu and Uncle Zhou went home together, I came up and said with a smile, you are very busy today, why did you come back so late than before.

The old couple looked at each other, their expressions full of sorrow. Uncle Zhou shook his head and sighed and walked away, leaving Aunt Xu standing there, and I began to realize that something might not be right. Sure enough, Aunt Xu stretched out her hands and put them on my shoulders, and then said to me, "Child, you have to be good... Alas...