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Chapter 29

As Grandma Xiao Tang said: "After you get on a blind donkey, pat the donkey's butt | don't get off the donkey no matter what you see on the road. If you meet a stranger on the road who offers food, you must not eat it or speak.

You can only speak after you see the person you want to see, and you have to pay attention to the time. If the time is up, the blind donkey will kneel down and let me sit on it."

I just said this bunch of messy things, and then I kept my eyes closed.

No one knew, but I was very scared and hesitant at that time.

It is said that one can see one's deceased relatives and friends by observing Luoyin. I was thinking, what if I really saw my parents?

What do they look like? Are they dressed in white, with disheveled hair and tongue sticking out? How old are they? Do you know who I am?

Thinking about these messy things, I couldn't calm down. After more than ten minutes, Grandma Xiao Tang asked me softly like asking Brother Yu: "How are you, young man? What did you see?"

I opened my eyes and saw a patch of red cloth in front of me.

I'm looking at shit...

Didn't even see the fart.

"Okay, okay, that's it," I ripped off the red cloth and sat up from the spring bed.

Grandma Xiao Tang's face turned pale. She seemed to have been hit by her long-held belief. She kept mumbling: "It's impossible, it's not right. Master Chen will not lie to us. Why did it work before?"

I glanced at the old lady and asked Brother Yu to leave the sweet potato cellar.

I made a deal with Grandma Xiao Tang. She told me three secrets about Guizailing. In exchange, I helped her hide the secrets and wouldn't let Xiao Tang know.

Three secrets that were unknown before.

1. The Taoist statue erected in 1895 is of the female Taoist priest of the Lushan sect, Chen Meiqing.

Second, there is (possibly) a place called "Dongtian Blessed Land" under Guizailing. This is because Taoist priests in the past loved to find very secretive places to meditate (there are many on Zhongnan Mountain). I speculate that it may be similar to karst landforms.

underground cave?

Third, we visited a lot of exploring sites that day, but ignored Guizai Temple. Grandma Xiao Tang was a fifth-generation Yapo, and she said there was (maybe) a hole under the temple foundation.

It was too late after I left the sweet potato cellar and went back. Instead of calling the leader, I went back to the house to sleep.

It's strange, I always feel like something is following me along the way.

When I looked back, there was nothing.

Another thing is that the Echo duck we raised never wanted to see me before and was very close to Brother Yu. But since I entered the house, the duck has been staring at me and Brother Yu didn't respond when I called it.

"Yunfeng, where have you been? You're back so late," Xiaoxuan was awakened by the sound of us entering the house.

"It's okay, just go to sleep."

Dou Sprout lay on his side, occupying half of the kang by himself, and also covered me with my quilt.

I kicked him away and pulled the quilt over.

I couldn't sleep at first, and the bean sprouts kept putting their legs on me.

After a while, sleepiness came over me, and I fell asleep hugging the quilt.

Maybe it was a dream. I can’t remember it clearly, but I can still remember some details. I can’t say whether observing Luoyin played a role.

For those celebrating the New Year, just listen to it as a short story.

After I fell asleep, I suddenly woke up from the cold. The door of the house we lived in was in the northwest corner. There was a briquette stove in the room. There was a teapot sitting on the stove. When the water was boiled, I could use hot water to wash my face in the morning.

They were all asleep, and I got up to see how the fire was doing, when I heard something banging on the door, and a bell clanging.

I opened the door and saw a donkey suddenly appeared in the yard. This donkey was not big, its eyes were blind and it could not open. It had a pair of bells around its neck.

Seeing me coming out, the blind donkey shook its head and lay with its back turned in the yard, gesturing for me to ride it.

After I rode on it, I slapped its butt and it started to move forward.

There is a small path out of the yard, unlike the roads in the village. When you step on the small path and walk in, there is a hazy mist around you.

After walking for a while, someone suddenly called my name from behind, and I didn't dare to look back.

After walking for a while, there was a fork in the road.

There are two red wooden signs at the intersection, one says "Miura Street" and the other says "Shuilu Huimen".

The blind donkey automatically chose the left and entered "Miura Street."

Soon, the surrounding fog dissipated, and there were many people and houses on the street, as well as sellers of candied haws, sellers of stewed and roasted vegetables, sellers of cloth and clothes, etc. These people were wearing exactly the same blue clothes, looking at each other and stealing.

Whisper.

"Big brother, big brother."

Suddenly, a seven-year-old little girl ran out. This little girl had a paper flower tied on her head. She smiled and stretched out her hand and said: "Brother, I have a delicious piece of mung bean cake here. It's delicious. I'll give it to you."

"

Thinking of Grandma Xiao Tang's words, I ignored the little girl, didn't eat the mung bean cake, and continued walking on the blind donkey.

While walking, the donkey stopped under a large locust tree. There were two young people, a man and a woman, resting against the tree. The woman was carrying a black water tank on her back.

"Child, are you my child?" the woman asked me, carrying a water tank on her back.

I was scared and didn't say anything. The woman pointed to the water tank on her back and said, "My child, this is your Yuanchen Palace. The palace envoy said that you have come to see us. Mom, I am so happy."

She was carrying a water tank on her back and wiping tears while talking.

The young man came over and hugged her.

Looking at the two strangers in front of me, I thought to myself, they look quite similar.

"My child, how are you doing now? What kind of work do you do? Are you married? Do you have children?"

I said I was a tomb robber, what happened?

Their expressions changed and they cried even harder.

"I'm leaving, bye."

As I continued walking on the donkey, I suddenly saw a few people in front of me, playing mahjong around a table.

"red!"

"bump!"

"I'll fight!"

"Damn it, brother Zhiyuan, how can you handle this? Can we have fun anymore?"

"That's right, I'm going to lose my fucking pants."

"Brother Zhiyuan! Brother Gangzi!"

They put down their mahjong tiles, turned around and saw me, and their expressions changed.

Brother Zhiyuan said: "Yunfeng? Why are you here? Go back quickly."

"I don't know why I came here, but it's nice to see you here."

"Brother Gangzi, your sister Fang Fang can become a lawyer after graduation. She's so awesome. Brother Zhiyuan, my sister-in-law is expecting a boy and her due date is coming soon. She has already given her a good name. Liu Yinchuan, your son."

"Liu Yinchuan...I miss Yinchuan...Xiaoxia..." Brother Zhiyuan's eyes were red as he held the mahjong tiles.

"Brother, don't worry. I left a sum of money for my sister-in-law, which should be enough to raise Liu Yinchuan."

"Brother...brother..."

Dang clang, clang clang.

The bell hanging around the donkey's neck rang, and the blind donkey began to walk back.

"Yunfeng! Hi! Yunfeng!"

"Damn it, why is it you?"

It's Water Pump and Tingting.

Brother Zhiyuan and Brother Gangzi's faces are just a bit pale. Shui Pump and Tingting's faces are covered with dirt, and their clothes are also covered in dirt.

"Yunfeng! Wait for me!"

Tingting curled up into a ball and rolled directly towards me. The water pump was chasing after me desperately.

Damn it, it scared me to death, I got on the donkey and ran away.

When I woke up, it was dawn.

Xiaoxuan, Douyazai, and Brother Yu are all staring at me.

Do you think about it every day and dream about it at night?

Or has Grandma Xiao Tang’s Guan Luoyin had an effect?

Who knows.


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