Just as the tiger-fighting heroes raised their glasses to celebrate, Bai Douwen was praying sincerely.

His brows furrowed, worried. After kneeling for a long time, I felt back pain and leg cramps, so I had to stand up and walk out of the garden pavilion and slowly pace around the Yuquan Pond.

There is an ancient locust tree by the pond, which is tall and lush. Bai Dou looked up at the thick tree pole and suddenly found a wonderful celestial phenomenon.

There were two huge swirling clouds in the sky, one white and the other black. The two clouds rotated rapidly, forming a hole in their respective centers. Gradually, the two clouds approached each other from different directions and eventually merged into one, just the size of Shuangquan Village.

The outer edge of the cloud is round, and the inside is divided into black and white, half of which is rolling and half is fluttering. The clouds are slowly rotating, black and white intersecting, yin and yang returning, like two dolphins, one white and one black, chasing each other and biting their tails.

"Isn't this the Yin and Yang Taiji diagram drawn by the Fu Xi clan seven thousand years ago?" Bai Douwen was very surprised, his mind was dizzy, and his body trembled slightly. He lowered his head and pondered: "When I chose Shuangquan Village, I took a fancy to this strange natural scene of the village's landform, could it be that the clouds in the sky will also be born because of the terrain?"

The celestial phenomena and the landforms are so corresponding, so similar, it is really mysterious!

Bai Douwen was shocked and confused, and looked up to the sky again with curiosity.

The full moon on the fifteenth was hiding somewhere, and the dark clouds rolled overhead, but the sky outside the clouds was still clear and blue. At this time, in the deep blue sky, there are several dazzling stars dotted around the clouds, which are exceptionally bright and constantly twinkling. He searched silently as he counted the bright stars, one, two, three, four, five, only five.

The Taiji clouds swirled rapidly and heavily, pressing heavily towards the ground, bringing up a strong whirlwind on the ground.

As the hurricane began, the two candles went out in an instant like ghosts blowing out their lamps, and the surroundings suddenly became pitch black.

The storm howled, destroying flowers and breaking trees.

Bai Douwen was a little unsteady on his feet, groped his way into the garden pavilion, and sat cross-legged on the pu mat.

It was the middle of the night.

The wind was raging, the night rain was pouring, and the heavens and the earth were in chaos.

The rain passed through the wind, wetting all the white bean warm clothes in the gazebo, but he ignored it.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Bai Dou Wen listened with bated breath. Through the sound of the storm, I can still faintly distinguish the painful moans of the daughter-in-law when she gave birth.

The dark sky stirred and swirled the trembling earth. Huge and powerful hurricanes whirled with rain and broken leaves.

"Boom—"

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap, and a thunderbolt struck down from the white fish and black eyes of the Taiji Cloud Atlas, and a strong light fell from the sky like a small white dragon, straight into the spring, and shone on the earth pale. With a click, the ancient acacia by the pond was split in half by thunder and lightning, and a corner of the Yuquan Pavilion was also instantly penetrated.

Suddenly, the lights in the attic of the front yard flickered on and off, and the delivery room suddenly shouted and panicked. Suddenly, there was a cry of grief and pain from inside, and its sound shook the mountains and shook the mountains, resounding through the clouds.

The explosion thundered people's hearts and galls, and the white bean Wen's ear drum roared for a long time, and the eyes were misty and pitch black. At this time, he didn't know what to do in his mind, and he didn't know what to say in his mouth.

After this deafening roar, the storm gradually subsided.

About half an hour later, two maids held lanterns and led a group of people silently to the Yuquan Pavilion. As they approached the pavilion, they unconsciously stopped and hesitated. They are the lieutenant chief Yin Chunhua, several hunting team members and the housekeeper Lu Hengping.

By the faint light, they saw Bai Douwen sitting cross-legged on the puff mat, his body not moving.

Yin Chunhua wanted to speak and stopped. After a while, he coughed dryly and said softly: "Master Bai, there is something I have to tell you. Yuquan Brothers, he ...... He...... He's a good brother......"

A maid whimpered, "Young lady, she...... She was bleeding profusely after giving birth...... and then the two maids broke down and wept bitterly.

Yin Chunhua hurriedly added: "She gave birth to a big fat boy. Master Bai, you can hold your grandson. ”

......

The strong winds have subsided, and the heavy rain continues. Someone took an umbrella, but didn't open it, letting the cold rain whipped at their bodies.

The white bean was silent, as if he had settled down, Yin Chunhua felt that something was not quite right, and tentatively walked into the pavilion. When he approached Bai Douwen, his heart was shocked, oh my God, how could Bai Ye's originally black hair suddenly turn completely white? He hurriedly bowed down and called softly: "Bai Ye! Bai Ye-" Seeing that there was no response, he turned around and beckoned everyone: "Quick, come and help Bai Ye go back to the room!"

Everyone carried Bai Douwen to his bedroom.

The next day, the villagers heard that something had happened to Mr. Bai's house, and they all came to visit.

The mourning hall of Bai Yuquan and his wife is located in the main entrance hall, and the door is full of smoke. In the midst of a sound of grief, several Taoist priests puffed out their cheeks and blushed, desperately blowing and beating the sheng flute and suona and other musical instruments, mourning and tactful, making people all sad and sad.

In addition to regretting the death of Bai Yuquan and his wife, the villagers also expressed great concern about the situation of Bai Douwen.

Someone has already discovered that the black hair of the white man turned white overnight. As soon as the news came out, they all exploded in amazement, and one by one gathered in the middle of the courtyard and began to talk about it.

"Oh yes, what a good person, why is it like that?"

"Alas, my son and daughter-in-law are gone overnight, can you not worry?"

"This is really Wu Zixu's passing through Shaoguan, and he was sad all night!"

"Nonsense, Master Bai's hair is not white!"

"And how did it turn white?" someone asked.

"Lightning strikes. ”

"Huh?!" everyone exclaimed.

"When they carried him out of the gazebo and into the house last night, they found him full of gray hair. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be last night's Lei Gong. ”

"You can't say that, Master Bai's family are all good people!"

"yes!"

"It seems that this time, 'white bean temperature' will become 'white head urn'. ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

When the chief Yin Chunhua heard the laughter in the yard, he walked out of the house angrily, stood under the eaves and scolded: "Hey, you can laugh at this time?

The crowd was abruptly silenced and quietly dispersed embarrassedly.

Three days later, Bai Douwen finally woke up from a deep coma, and his hearing and vision were restored, but his snow-haired and silver beard became a characteristic of his eternal and unique physical appearance. No one knows why his beard turned white, some say it was caused by sorrow, some say it was caused by thunder and lightning, and everyone said that it was the same.

Seven days later, in a mournful voice, the bodies of Bai Yuquan and his wife were buried together on a relatively gentle slope at the foot of the North Mountain.

A marble white marble tombstone was erected in front of the grave. The tombstone is engraved with the names of Bai Yuquan and Shu Xiaomei. The time is the mid-autumn of the thirty-second year of Wanli.