Chapter 10 Small Village, Spirit Shed, Steamed Pork
2 Returning to my residence, I told my uncle and Zamao Xiaodao that it was no longer safe here and we needed to move quickly.
My uncle asked why, so I told them about the conversation I had just had with Luo Xiaobei, the younger sister of Luo Feiyu, the right envoy of the Evil Spirit Sect, and the granddaughter of the former left envoy and helmsman downstairs.
Said it out.
After finishing the narration, even though I only gave a general outline, Zamao Xiaodao, the monkey spirit, still smelled the key points, and said with a smile: "Little poison, although I am in the flowers, but I have to admire, for
Girls under the age of 18, your charm is really much higher than mine - is it the scar on your face that makes you more tough guy? Tell me, people are coming to your door, you
What’s the plan?”
I shrugged my shoulders and said that they were fighting among themselves and asked me to be a shooting target. Do you think I would be happy?
The uncle beside him said a little strangely: "Why are you not happy? Fortresses are often breached from the inside. If you want to destroy the evil spirit sect and provoke internal fighting among them, this is a very good idea?"
I said, why should I destroy the Evil Spirit Cult? That is Senior Brother’s business?
Uncle: "..."
Now that things have reached this point, we immediately checked out of the room, left the guest house, and moved to another place to stay. In the afternoon, I received a call from Lin Qiming, telling me that there was news about Ciyuan Pavilion.
The Taoist sitting in the pavilion appeared in a village near Yunxi District, and he must have calculated the approximate location of the real dragon based on the scales on his hands.
I expressed my thanks and asked him to continue to follow up and report any news proactively.
Hearing this, Lin Qiming cursed loudly, saying, "Isn't there any humanity? He orders me through Mao'er every day. I'm on vacation now, do you know? And if I always do this kind of investigation beyond the level, I will be investigated and punished one day!" Hearing his words
After complaining, I smiled and said, Lao Lin, if anyone dares to investigate you, just report Mr. Xu’s name directly, and I believe there will be no trouble.
Lin Qiming was bored on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence: "Okay, you Niu Boyi, it seems that I am destined to be the younger brother. Boss Chen is gone, and it is your turn to boss me around."
Although Lin Qiming liked to chirp on the phone, he was very down-to-earth in doing things and provided accurate information. We rushed to Yunxi District that afternoon. The tiger cat spread its wings and flew high, spinning around in a circle, and came back
When he arrived, he told us that he did feel a very majestic and terrifying aura lingering. It seems that the information provided by Lin Qiming is true.
As we mentioned before, this huge Dongting Lake covers an area of 800 miles and involves dozens of counties and cities. It is really difficult to determine the location. However, Lin Qiming's information saved us a lot of effort.
No matter how powerful he is, the three of us, under the guidance of Mr. Tiger Cat, avoided the main roads and took special paths to walk along the countryside.
After leaving the city, the scenery on both sides became a little bleak, with fallen leaves accumulating and frost forming in the cold winter. Fortunately, the three of us were well prepared, and we were running all the way, so we didn’t feel too cold. Unconsciously, the sky turned cold.
It got a little dark, and we came to a small village off the road. However, the tiger cat was quite unreliable. He had come down from time to time to guide us, but now he disappeared for a long time, which made us feel quite sad.
strangeness.
The three of us looked up at the sky. Suddenly Zamao Xiaodao stared at it, pointed in the direction of the Big Dipper and shouted: "Holy shit, what is that?"
I looked up and saw a black shadow with a wingspan of four meters passing across the sky, then flying into the forest on the left and disappearing in the thin haze. Seeing this black shadow, our hearts could not help but twitch.
Come on, although we have experienced the magic of that fat bird countless times, the black shadow we saw does not seem to be an ordinary eagle. If the tiger cat makes any mistakes, we really can't bear it.
.
But even so, there is nothing we can do. After all, no one can fly up to the sky to help it. What's even more depressing is that the fat hen doesn't know how to come back, and it's up to us to deal with it.
Looking back, Zamao Xiaodao sniffed and asked, "Little poison, do you smell anything?"
I took a deep breath and felt a strong corpse breath coming into my nose. I frowned and asked, is there someone dead in this village?
The uncle nodded and said that it must be so. Didn't you hear the sad music coming from the village in the distance? I looked up at the small village two miles away, then looked at the sky nearby, and said:
"It's getting late, and we always need to find a place to rest. Lao Xiao, if you pretend to be a Taoist priest in a while, you might be able to get a bowl of wine from the master's house."
Although this afternoon's journey is not too tiring, no one wants to eat and drink outside in the middle of winter. It is reasonable to find a place to stay and rest. Zamao Xiaodao and his uncle both nodded and said yes.
It was natural that this was the case, so they made a plan and ignored the fat hen of Mr. Tiger Cat for the moment, and the three of them walked towards the village.
This village is close to a mountain and a lake. It is not too big. At first glance, there are only twenty or thirty households. It seems that it is just a natural village composed of some fishermen who came ashore. Because it is far away from the road, it is not well developed. When I take a closer look,
Most of the houses are dilapidated and old. There is nothing interesting about them. However, it is worth mentioning that from the village entrance to the lake, there is a small temple and two small bungalows, but the roof is
It is pointed and different from ordinary earthen houses.
We walked along the bad road in the village. Several houses at the entrance of the village were dark, but as we walked further in, the house in the middle where the funeral was held was brightly lit. Apparently most of the people in the village had gone there.
I don’t know why, but as soon as I entered the village, I felt a little depressed, like a light on my back, and I always felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, my heart moved, and I turned around and looked at the first house at the entrance of the village, but I saw a window behind it.
The pale child's face and a pair of dark eyes were looking straight at us. When I looked at him, he immediately avoided it and fled into the darkness in panic.
I felt even more ominous in my heart, so I turned around and said to the two people next to me: "Old Xiao, uncle, this village is a little weird. I always feel scared..." The uncle nodded and said that it seems that I am not the only one.
People have this feeling that this village has a strong sense of death, and it is not just caused by the dead person in the funeral.
At this time, some drizzle began to fall from the sky, which drizzled on my body. When the cold wind blew, I shivered with the cold.
The master of the Zamao Trail was bold and urged us to leave quickly. He was a god or a ghost. Just walk over and have a look. What are you afraid of?
I thought so, so I stopped talking and continued to walk forward. When I almost reached the house where the funeral shed was set up, I saw an old man sitting on the dark side of the road. He saw us three strangers.
He walked over, suddenly grinned, and said hehely: "My steamed pork is quite delicious, do you want to try it?"
Zamao Xiaodao responded directly: "Isn't that right? Let's eat some after I've saved you."
As soon as the old man heard this, he swayed and disappeared, and there was an unwilling roar in our ears: "Get out of here, old man, I don't want to leave, you foreigners, get out of here!"
Hearing this roar, I suddenly realized that this old man was in a trance, wasn't he just a trace of concern in his soul?
I didn't notice it the first time. What on earth was going on?
I pursed my lips, then followed the trail, and my uncle quickly ran to the mourning shed set up in the yard. At this time, the rain outside began to get heavier, and the raindrops pattered on the roof of the mourning shed.
Raindrops were flying on the three-color plastic sheet. Inside the funeral shed, there was a coffin in the middle. Next to it were five or six grass band members who played wooden fish and suona. There were three mahjong tables in front of it, and a dozen people were playing enthusiastically.
There is a large 25-inch color TV in the corner, with a DVD on the top, which is playing Stephen Chow's movie "The Wild Star". Four or five naughty children are surrounding the brazier, watching Zheng Le.
Seeing the three of us running in from outside, the mahjong players stopped. A brute man in his forties stood up. He was the owner of the place, greeted us and asked what we were doing.
Zamao Xiaodao didn't put on the Taoist priest's outfit, but he didn't have any stage fright. He went straight up and lied, saying that we had just seen the soul of the deceased at the entrance of the village and was not at rest, so he came in to take a look.
It's possible, and you can also help with the transition.
The peasant man was doubtful and told us that after his father died, he followed the etiquette and had a grand burial, spending a lot of money. He was going to be buried tomorrow, how could he not rest in peace? Zamao Xiaodao said that it made sense.
According to reports, he was quite a master, but there were two people nearby urging him to come over and play mahjong with these liars like Mo Li.
After hearing this, the man ignored us and told us to stay alone and not bother him.
Zamao Xiaodao, who had been rejected, looked depressed. Looking back, his uncle came up to talk to him and asked if it was raining heavily outside. Could he stay overnight?
The arrogant man had just been teased by his deskmate, and now he had nothing to vent his anger. He shouted impatiently: "Go away, if you keep making noise, believe it or not, I will bury you and my father together?"
Well, when we meet such a master, there is really no reason to explain, and we can't argue with these ordinary people, so we turned around and left the funeral shed. After walking a few steps, we heard someone shouting from behind, turn around
It turned out that it was an honest woman who came over with a bowl covered with white paper and stuffed a paper umbrella for us. She said in a low voice: "My father just died. He is depressed and has a bad temper.
Don't be offended. There is some food here, not much. Just make do with it to fill your stomach. Go down this road. There is a Dragon King Temple by the lake. You can just go there to take shelter from the rain."
She spoke hastily, and a rude man shouted from the funeral shed: "Chang Zhaojun, are you using my money to do favors again? Come back quickly, do you believe I will break your legs?" The woman pushed her away.
We hurried back, I held the huge sea bowl in my hand, smiled bitterly, and said let's go, we were really unlucky.
The three of us were speechless and arrived at the Dragon King Temple. As soon as we entered, we saw a fire inside.