The old man was talking to himself, as if he was full of schadenfreude, and I didn't know if something was wrong with Old Hu or Little Buddha. I turned around and looked at the vegetable patch under Uncle Hu's wall, and I immediately saw the problem. This was actually not a big deal.

The vegetable patch is nothing more than planting a loofah or something under the wall. It does not require much space to grow on the wall. But Uncle Hu actually loosened the soil to the door of the Little Buddha, which is tantamount to encroaching on other people's land area.

There were numerous footprints on that piece of land, and there were a few drops of blood. It looked like they were quarreling over this matter. The same goes for Uncle Hu. You bully people for being blind and planting vegetables across the border, but they are not blind. They saw and followed

You argue and you hit someone, it's so unreasonable.

Thinking of this, I feel more and more that there is something wrong with Uncle Hu.

I discussed with Lao Hu that we couldn't enter Little Buddha's house, and Lao Hu couldn't ask anything directly there. He could only ask sideways. So I turned around and looked at the street. Except for the old man heading west, there was no one there.

There was no shadow. So the two of us chased the old man and caught up with him when we reached the entrance to the west village.

This old man had a worse temper than the one he met yesterday when he first entered the village. As soon as he asked a question, he immediately responded with a very unfriendly attitude. Old Cao got angry, snorted, and was about to return to the village, when he saw the old man.

I climbed up a slope and took out a cigarette, but the lighter couldn't light it.

I hurriedly ran over and handed over the lighter. After lighting up the cigarette, the old man looked at our faces and his expressions calmed down. But he still asked us angrily: "You two foreigners, what do you want to do with me?"

"Uncle, we want to know where the little Buddha's mother, Chai Dongdi, is from?" I hurriedly sat down next to him and said with an apologetic smile on my face.

The old man was stunned, as if he didn't expect us to ask this question. He frowned and said, "Why do you ask about this? What is your relationship with Dongdi?"

I explained what I explained to Old Hu yesterday. The old man looked at me doubtfully for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the northwest ravine and said, "Dongdi is from Yangji Village."

She is actually from Yangji Village. Doesn’t she belong to the same village as the Goddess of Salvation? We are also making a fuss. What does it have to do with the fact that she lives in the same village as the Goddess of Salvation?

I asked again: "Uncle, why did Little Buddha bury his mother in the northwest ravine?"

When the old man heard this, he immediately widened his eyes and looked very angry. After glaring at his brother, without saying anything, he got up and walked down the slope and walked deeper into the ravine. Lao Cao and I looked at each other and said to ourselves

This old man is really difficult to get along with, so he should go back to the village and ask others. But Lao Cao shook his head and motioned to follow him.

"The old man went to wander in the ravine in the morning. Let's follow him quietly and take a look." Lao Cao said in a low voice and followed him.

The old man’s ears must have been hard to use. We pinched our limbs and followed him, taking cover from time to time by rocks, but he never noticed. After following for several miles, the terrain rose and it became increasingly difficult to walk. Lao Cao and I couldn’t even walk.

It was quite strenuous, but I didn't expect that the old man's hands and feet were much more flexible than before, and he could walk very easily.

Finally, we came to a corner between two mountains. On this half-slope, there was only a pine tree and a solitary grave!

The tomb looked lonely and desolate. The head of the tomb was washed away by the rain and looked like no one had added soil to it for a long time. It was sad to see.

Lao Cao and I immediately concluded that this must be the grave of Little Buddha's mother, Chai Dongdi. This valley is really desolate and inaccessible, and the feng shui is extremely bad. The cemetery was chosen in the valley, which is a good place to hide the wind and gather energy.

But there is no water here. If there is wind but no water, it is not called Feng Shui. The corner of the mountain is called the "Triangle of Bad Virtues". Even if you don't look for a Feng Shui master, ordinary people understand this truth.

What's more, the two mountain walls behind the tomb are shaped like two steel knives on the neck. Can the owner of the tomb sleep peacefully? The dead girl immediately frowned and cursed: "The little blind man is really a bastard.

To bury my own mother in such a wicked place and to be tortured every day, she should be castrated!"

"Why not just let him die but castrate him?" The friend was a little surprised.

"If you die, let him be a eunuch and give him some beauties..." Sigh, this damn girl is so cruel!

There were several big rocks on the southwest side of the tomb, which was good for hiding. Lao Cao waved to me and quickly hid in the cracks between the big rocks. We secretly peeked out and just got a clear look at the tomb. There was a piece of black ash in the open space in front of the tomb, and there was

There were messy footprints, and the wind carried the smell of white wine mixed with burning paper.

Lao Cao whispered: "Someone just paid homage to the grave."

"That should be the Little Buddha. Today is probably Chai Dongdi's memorial day." I stared at the old man as I spoke.

He was panting and sitting in front of the grave. After seeing the black ashes, he looked particularly angry. He moved his hands to sweep away the ashes. This made us curious again. Does it have anything to do with you if someone sacrifices to the grave? Besides, what if?

Why do you cross out the paper money burned by someone else's son? Is it because you have a grudge against that person?

The old man panted angrily for a long time before finally regaining his composure. He took out a bottle of liquor and a ball of burning paper from his pocket, and placed them in front of the grave. In order to prevent the wind from blowing them away, he picked up a few stones and pressed the burning paper down. Then he sighed.

The tone on his face was one of decline and sadness. I thought to myself that it didn't sound like he had any grudges, but more like he was here to see his mistress. There was something wrong with his uncle!

"Dongdi, today is your memorial day, let me take a look at you." The old man's voice was choked. He took out the lighter that his friend gave him from his pocket, lit the burning paper, unscrewed the cap of the liquor bottle, and put the lighter into the burning paper.

I sprinkled some on the burning paper, and immediately the unique smell of burning paper liquor mixed with the smell of death wafted over.

"Xiao Du, this unfilial son, must have not come to see you today. I'm afraid Lao Hu came just now, right? Or it was Lao Zhou. These two old bastards, they will rob me of everything. Alas, but if they rob you again, you will not survive."

But I'm here." At this point, the old man burst into tears and burst into tears.

Sure enough, the brothers guessed that Chai Dongdi was his mistress during his lifetime. However, it seems that Lao Hu and Lao Zhou have an unknown relationship with her. This woman seems to be a romantic figure. No wonder the old man was so angry when he saw the ashes of burning paper, then

If my love rival came here, I would have cleaned up the paper dust.

Next, the old man cried and talked for a long time. He was so full of teeth that he could not hear what he was saying. He was choked and couldn't hear what he was saying. He vaguely heard that he was calling himself Zhen Yucai, who had been a widower for Chai Dongdi all his life. Uh, that's not right.

, I have been a bachelor for many years!

After the old man cried for a long time, he picked up the remaining half bottle of white wine, blew on the bottle while bending his waist, and staggered back. Lao Cao and I waited for a long time for his figure to disappear before we came out from the crack in the stone.

Lao Cao laughed and said: "I didn't realize that there is such an old and infatuated old man in a small mountain village. I really want to dig up the grave to see what kind of beauty this Chai Dongdi is."

I hurriedly shook my head and winked at him, lowered my voice and said, "Old Cao, please be gentle and don't talk nonsense in front of a person's grave."
Chapter completed!