"Xiao Wenzi, are you feeling well? There should be nothing uncomfortable!"
The old man who was stopped was in good spirits and looked at a group of village children running toward him with a smile.
"I'm fine now!"
Feng Bingwen replied angrily.
"It's okay."
"Second Master, what's going on with me? Why do I get sick after I go to the village once, and then after my grandma calls me, I get better again."
"Is this the first time you were scared?"
Hearing such a question, the old man was a little surprised. Almost no children in the village cared about such things.
Children are innocent and romantic, and don't care about anything. When they are sick, they lie on the bed and cry. When they are sick, they run around like wild monkeys in the mountains and fields.
"first."
Feng Bingwen told the truth.
"Brother protects you very well."
The old man sighed sincerely, he is Feng Bingwen's true second master and Feng Jiachuan's younger brother.
"Second Master, what on earth is going on?"
Feng Bingwen was unyielding and had the aura of asking for answers. If this matter was not clarified, he felt that he would not be able to sleep well.
"hey-hey!"
The second uncle did not answer immediately, but looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, glanced towards the back of the village, and then spoke,
"What else could happen? Your master must have always told you not to run to the back. You little guys don't listen and always violate taboos. The land behind is not clean."
"Is there anything dirty?"
A chill arose in Feng Bingwen's heart. Although he was standing under the bright sun, he felt like he was in a world of ice and snow, and his legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He wanted to be a staunch materialist, but the world didn't seem that materialistic. What he had experienced in the past two days could not be explained by his cognition.
"What else could there be?"
The second uncle looked at Feng Bingwen's face and knew that the little guy was frightened, so he quickly comforted him,
"But as long as you don't run around, you'll be fine. When it gets dark, cover your head and go to sleep. Don't wander around at night. Just do whatever you want. Nothing will happen. Our village supports a land master.
"
"Lord Lord!"
Feng Bingwen's eyes suddenly lit up, he was no ordinary child after all, and his panic quickly calmed down.
Although there are things beyond his knowledge, it seems that there is still balance, and there are immortals and gods who can restrain or even suppress these things.
"On the first day of the lunar month next month, you can follow your grandma to burn incense to get rid of the bad luck on your body. The Lord of the Earth will also bless you safely."
"Uh-huh!"
Feng Bingwen nodded vigorously. When he didn't know about it before, he was just laughing and joking like other little kids. But now that he understands and experienced it himself, he has to be more serious about burning incense and worshiping gods.
"That's right, Second Master!"
Seeing the old man in front of him picking up his hoe and about to leave, Feng Bingwen looked at the kid beside him who was concentrating and listening to something new, and quickly asked a more important question.
"We went together, why was I the only one who was scared?"
"Of course you are the only one! If you five young men are all frightened, then it's time for our village to move. Who can live in this place?"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's question, the second uncle couldn't help but laugh again.
"Only one person can be scared?"
"right."
"Then why me?"
Feng Bingwen was very unconvinced.
"You should have the weakest bones and the least yang energy in your body, so I picked you to bully."
The old man's tone was very affirmative, and Feng Bingwen couldn't help but purse his lips, and some even became more unconvinced.
"Those things are like that, they bully the good and fear the evil, bully the weak and fear the hard! The more you grow up, they won't be able to scare you anymore."
After saying that, the second uncle didn't care what these little brats thought, and went to the field with the hoe, ready to weed.
"Brother Wenzi, my father said you are weak."
While Feng Bingwen was thinking, a child who was a head taller than him and as strong as a calf approached him happily.
"Go, go, go, you are weak!"
Feng Bingwen rolled his eyes angrily. In terms of his physique, he was indeed not the best among the children in the village, but he shouldn't be at the bottom anyway. But facts speak louder than words.
Among the five of them traveling together, he was the only one who was unlucky enough to be attacked. According to the second uncle's remarks about bullying the weak and fearing the strong, there is no doubt that he was the weakest physically.
During the day, Feng Bingwen behaves like a "precocious" country boy. Although he occasionally behaves very maturely, he sometimes does some childish things that make people laugh or cry. In short, he just doesn't make himself stand out.
Precisely because of his occasional maturity, Feng Bingwen naturally became the child king of Fengjia Village. Even though he was not the oldest, nor the strongest, he could make up his mind at critical moments.
And when the sun was setting in the west and smoke was floating in the sky over Fengjia Village, the shouts of adults rang out in every house, and the children who had played all day went back to their homes.
Feng Bingwen, who had finished his dinner with the care of the two elderly people at home, looked at the night outside that had infected half of the sky and the last rays of sunset on the mountainside. He quickly slipped into his room and closed the door.
, as soon as the window is closed, he crawls into bed again.
There is no entertainment in this era, and he can't play the only form of entertainment for country people now. As for reading, let alone reading. He has already gone through the cabinet of books collected by his old man, and some of them are familiar to him.
Almost memorized it.
But lying in bed too early, the only result is that my eyes are closed, but I can't fall asleep despite tossing and turning, because I'm not sleepy at all.
In desperation, Feng Bingwen could only try the pastime that he would usually do when he was bored. Put his tongue on the roof of his mouth, hold his breath and concentrate, his mind was empty, and endless darkness emerged.
And when I don’t know how long it took, when my consciousness was awake but seemed to be falling asleep, billions of lights bloomed, and infinite light shone through the darkness. A book slowly emerged from the infinite light. On the cover,
Four ancient seal scripts shine brightly.
The Book of Good and Evil!
With a thought, the book was opened, and on the title page, there was another line of ancient seal script: Good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil deeds. It is not that they will not be repaid, the time has not yet come.
And when the page was turned, there were three lines of ancient seal characters in the center of the page that appeared again.
Name: Feng Bingwen
Good deeds: seventy-nine
Evil deeds:1
A few simple words, all written in ancient seal script, shine brightly and still retain their brilliance even in the light.
But when he turned another page, it was simply blank, with no words at all. However, Feng Bingwen was now familiar with it, and he thought silently in his heart,