"Mom, the Taoist priest is here!" When the young man walked to the door of the house, he shouted inside. After waiting for a long time, no one answered, so he opened the door and went in. The huge house was lifeless.
It was clearly a warm spring day outside, and the sun was shining brightly, but inside the house was dark, damp, and cold. As soon as you entered the door, it seemed to be many degrees different from the outside.
Hua Weiluo felt an inexplicable panic, and couldn't help but look towards Zhishan, only to see something shining in his white sleeves.
"You...this..." Hua Weiluo stretched out a slender jade finger and pointed towards Zhishan's sleeve robe, with a puzzled look on his face.
However, Zhishan lowered his head calmly and took out the strange talisman from his sleeve robe. The talisman had a faint blue halo, which looked very strange in this dark, damp and cold room.
"Your mother lives in this room??" Zhishan only glanced at the talisman, then turned to the young man and asked.
"Yes." The young man nodded and replied towards Zhishan: "This house was originally the place where my father and my mother lived when they got married. Later, my father passed away and my mother lived alone.
I don’t live here on weekdays, but my mother doesn’t want to move in with me, so I come back to see her every few days.”
"Let's go inside and have a look." After listening to the young man's words, Zhishan walked towards the house. On the wall to the north of the house, there was a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. The incense burner was full of ashes, and the candlestick was filled with ashes.
There were also dust everywhere. I thought it had not been cleaned for a long time. After passing through the lobby of this house, walking further in and bypassing a short corridor, there was a small room.
Hua Weiluo followed Zhishan and saw the talisman in his hand. The further inside he went, the stronger the blue halo became. At this moment, she didn't even need to ask what the talisman was, she already guessed what it was.
It's something used to measure demonic energy.
When he walked to the door of the small room, the surrounding temperature seemed to be even lower. Hua Weiluo couldn't help but stretched out his hands and hugged his arms. Then he looked at Zhishan's delicate eyebrows and frowned tightly towards the young man.
Someone asked: "Is it always so cold here?"
"That's not the case." The young man replied without thinking: "It stands to reason that at this time in previous years, although the temperature in the room would be a little lower than outside, it seems to be particularly cold this year... But it may have been a while ago.
It’s because it’s been raining.”
"Yes." Zhishan just nodded slightly, said nothing more, and reached out to push open the door.
The heart of the flower has not yet fallen. For fear of seeing something strange as soon as the door opens, a hand reaches out involuntarily and tugs at Zhishan's sleeve.
The door opened with a creak.
The young man walked in first and said to the people inside: "Mom, the Taoist Priest is here."
Only then did Zhishan and Hua Weiluo step in.
As soon as she entered the door, before the flowers fell, she looked at the room carefully. The light inside was very dark, but the spring light was bright outside the window, but the sunlight seemed not to come in. The room was very small, with a bed and a dressing table.
Two chairs and nothing else.
There was an old woman lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, her cloudy eyes were slightly opened, her face was sallow, her lips were chapped, her eye sockets were deeply sunken, and she looked listless.
