Rapeseed flowers are blooming all over the mountain.

Yellow calyx clothes, children laugh and chase the fluttering yellow butterflies, which fly into the cauliflower and are nowhere to be found.

I walked leisurely along the path between the fields, through the sea of ​​rapeseed flowers, under the clear white sky, and in the distance at the foot of the mountain, old houses with mottled white walls and rural houses.

The barking of dogs in the bamboo fence indicates the arrival of guests, and the rising smoke from the kitchen indicates that guests have returned home.

Bai Yujun, who looked tired, was holding a bamboo flute, and the sound of the flute followed the wind.

Suddenly it has been three years, and I am physically and mentally exhausted. I just want to find a place to sit down, rest, daze, and bask in the sun.

Passing by the old well at the mountain spring at the foot of the slope.

The spring well is two feet deep, and the water gurgling from the cracks in the rocks is cool and clear. The well water overflows and flows along the ditch. It is living water and is drinkable. Remember not to drink stagnant water in the wild, unless you have no choice and are too thirsty to hold on.

Lift up your skirt and squat by the well.

Pick a broad leaf and fold it twice to turn it into a simple green leaf natural water cup.

Gently sweep away fallen leaves on the water surface.

Take a scoop of clear water.

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The cool spring water dissipates the heat, and the reddish skin of the pretty face returns to normal, the dryness subsides, and the fatigue of days of running around is gone. Sometimes life should be simple, eat when you are hungry, sleep when you are sleepy, drink when you are thirsty

Water, maybe, I am one of the few gods who drink from mountain springs.

Take out the gourd and fill it with water to drink on the way.

Break off a long blade of grass from the edge of the well, tie it into a knot, and throw it into the spring well.

There are many opinions.

The meaning of superstitious points is to thank the spring water and tie a grass ring to repay, or use it as money to reward the well spring and respect the heaven and earth.

People who do not believe in gods and spirits consider this as a sign.

Let those who come after you know that the well is non-toxic and there is no need to worry about persecution.

Everyone has their own reasons, just follow your heart.

Jingle bells.

Several caravans came along the winding dirt road between the fields, wearing straw hats and coir raincoats, chopping wood and knives, and thin horses on the ancient road, carrying large bags of goods for trafficking. The old horses followed their masters with their heads lowered and hurried on the road. The journey ahead may be windy and rainy, and this journey may last a lifetime...

Bai Yujun restrained his breath and passed by the caravan.

The caravan knew the location of the well and spring, and when it stopped to rest, both the horse and the horse had to drink water.

Overheard them talking.

"It's such a pity that the old house in Nanwan Village has been idle for so many years and cannot be lived in. Alas, the high walls and gray tiles are actually haunted. We sleep in the Earth Temple every time."

"Isn't that right? God doesn't care if you wake up in the middle of the night if something is haunted."

The pornographic jokes in the back are automatically filtered.

Beautiful eyes took a look at the village.

It didn't look like a sinister place, and there was no sinister atmosphere, but there was a dead soul lingering there. Bai Yujun thought for a moment and turned towards the village.

“What a beautiful village.”

Red peppers are dried in rattan baskets on stone walls, and civet cats bask in the sun.

Perhaps there is no need to be wary of young women, who can easily walk across the wooden bridge into the village and walk slowly.

A mottled and abandoned courtyard.

In the shade of the ancient locust tree in front of the door, a big yellow dog lay down and took a nap with his eyes narrowed, staring at the wooden bridge at the entrance of the village, as if waiting for his master to return home...

Bai Yujun sat down on the stone pillar next to him and took off his cloth boots.

If your feet are sore after walking for a long time, it will be very comfortable to take off your shoes. It is better to step on stones.

Leaning against a stone wall.

The sun is warm and I really want to take a nap.

The big yellow dog was originally frightened and nervous, but it still guarded the courtyard and whined. Perhaps it felt that Bai was harmless or felt a terrifying aura. After barking for a while, it lay down again without leaving the shade of the tree.

Danfeng's beautiful eyes looked lazily at the old locust tree.

"The old locust tree blocks the Yang energy. It is two hundred years old. It is not easy."

He reached out and touched the dog's head, but the yellow dog didn't dare to move.

"It's safe to hide in the house, you are too fragile."

After saying that, he continued to lie on the stone wall in a daze, watching the roosters climbing up the wall and dragonflies landing on the grass. He took out the gourd and poured mountain spring water into his mouth to quench his thirst. He turned to look at the yellow dog. It must have not drank water for a long, long time, poor baby.

Take a few glances left and right.

There is a pit on the stone steps at the door. Pick up a wooden stick and dig out the dead leaves.

Wow~

Pour water.

When the yellow dog saw it, he swung his tail and lowered his head to drink water, but the water did not decrease...

Bai Yujun looked at the yellow dog and could easily see the past of the yellow dog. It was good to look at the mirror image when the sun was full of sleep. He drank all the mountain spring water in the gourd, took out the hard dried meat to grind his teeth, and threw it to the big yellow dog.

I got one piece to use as a movie ticket.

The traceback image is very clear.

The chubby little puppy is waddling and running around happily.

One day, a little boy took it home. It was surrounded by stone walls, gray tiles, and old locust trees. A man and a dog chased each other in the rapeseed field, and they lived happily every day.

Soon, it grew into a mighty big dog.

Until one day, the young man said a lot to it. Looking back in the mirror was silent. Judging from the mouth shape, he should have said that he would come back in two years. After that, he put on his luggage and walked across the wooden bridge and the field ridge farther and farther. From then on, the big yellow dog looked at it every day.

Lie down at the door and watch the wooden bridge.

Gradually, the old man in the courtyard passed away and was carried up the mountain, leaving the courtyard alone.

The trees are full of buds in spring, and the leaves are yellow and withered in autumn.

The original puppy was old, its hair was dry and no longer shiny, one of its eyes was white, and it was lame. It still waited quietly at the door every day, rain or shine...

"Are you stupid if you don't leave when it's time to leave?"

The yellow dog wagged its tail, its head on the ground, half asleep and half awake, squinting its eyes.

Bai Yujun spit out the dried meat.

It doesn't matter whether the jerky is hard or not, after all, it tastes good in your teeth. The problem is that it tastes terrible, which is a pity.

Forget it, it's good to just be in a daze for a while.

I have to continue on the road to chase the murderer in the evening, so I need to sleep more in the afternoon.

The shade moves.

Move from side to side.

Smoke rises from every household, and villagers working in the fields are returning one after another. A group of ducks waddle home, farmers carry plows and lead cattle, and calves run around as if they are interested in everything. The sunset is red on the horizon. Tomorrow is a good day.

weather.

The sound of the flute is delicate and peaceful, and the jade fingers are nimble and gentle.

suddenly.

The melodious flute sound suddenly stopped.

Bai Yujun raised his head and saw the soul of an old man entering the village. The yellow dog stood up tremblingly and tried to look around. He seemed to have seen the soul as well, and looked at it in confusion.

Every household was lit with dim butter lamps, and warm candlelight shone through the doors and windows.

Touch the dog's head.

"You can put down your obsession tonight, and this old house can be sold."

He stood up, leaned his back against the stone wall, raised one foot against the wall, folded a paper boat with paper with his skillful hands, and quietly watched the scene of mortal beings. Maybe... it was the auspiciousness of his dragon that brought good things.

Luck is like this for yellow dogs.

As he got closer, he saw clearly that he was an old man, trembling as he stepped onto a familiar yet unfamiliar homeland.

Walk across the field ridge and onto the wooden bridge.

Huang Gou was very excited but couldn't believe it.

The old man was very old, and his wrinkled face looked like the locust tree at the door. He walked towards the old house step by step, and saw the familiar locust tree and stone wall, and also saw the old yellow dog at the door.

"Dahuang...I'm back..."

The yellow dog pounced on the old man.

A man and a dog hug each other, and the old man cries and sobs.

The reason why the old house is haunted by evil spirits is because the yellow dog guards the house and the courtyard.

Now it's all over.

Bai Yujun walked to the stream and put the paper boat into the water. At night, the water reflected the moonlight, and the two ghosts were sucked into the paper boat and floated to the southwest.

Continue with the mission.
Chapter completed!