"You can find someone, anyone! Go quickly! I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in the evening. I'll tell the old man at the ancestral hall about this."
"That's right! Wait!"
Uncle Ma Liang looked flustered. He quickly handed me a small wine bottle and went to put it in a three-two-two pot-shaped bottle. There was wine in it, and it seemed to be soaked in something.
"Open this wine and smell it."
I unscrewed the bottle and smelled it. Except that the color was too dark, it just smelled like normal liquor. There was nothing strange about it.
Unexpectedly, he whispered in my ear: "You must carry this bottle of wine close to your body and don't spill it. If you meet someone who feels suspicious, you unscrew the bottle and smell it. Remember my words, if you smell
The wine inside suddenly turns rancid, and the climbing god is by your side."
"Go, I have other important things to do," Uncle Ma Liang shook my hand and said, "I hope my father will bless you too, Tashi Delek."
When we left the wooden house in the forest, with the bright moon hanging over our heads, the three of us were walking on the mountain path. Dou Sprout always scared the eldest lady that there was a ghost following her, but she was so scared that the eldest lady grabbed his arm and dared not let go.
His face felt refreshed.
"Fengzi, you don't really believe everything that person said just now, do you? You can just listen to it as a story. What a fucking god of climbing! You can't climb on us. The most important thing is to rob tombs and make a fortune."
I scolded him: "Get rich! I'm afraid you will earn it with your life, but you won't spend it with it!"
I just thought back on the inverted triangle curse that the dog breeder in the desert placed on me, and I became more and more convinced that it was all true. The meaning of the inverted triangle was made clear by the dog breeder before his death, that he wanted me to die alone!
Let the people I love die one by one! Magenta may be the beginning!
Ma Zhen's smiling face appeared in my mind. I clenched my fists and said to myself, no matter what kind of snake god I am, Xiang Yunfeng will kill you sooner or later.
"Yazai, you and the eldest lady, hurry up and fill in the robbery hole in the tomb on the mountain. I'll go to Pomegranate Village to deliver the message! When you're done, go back and say hello to the leader."
"Fengzi, are you really going? Then you have to be careful alone."
I nodded.
Just like that, I rode the Suzuki King I bought the day before yesterday and rushed to Pomegranate Village overnight.
The lights of the motorcycle were very bright, and I always felt like there were a pair of eyes looking at me from behind while driving bumpily on the mountain road.
Xinduqiao is about 60 miles away from Shiliu Village. During this period, I went to a gas station to refuel.
I parked the car and waited, and suddenly I saw that the oil gun held by the female gas station employee turned into a black snake. The female gas station girl looked up at me, and a long, forked red tongue came out of her mouth.
He took it back instantly.
"Hello? Hello? How much does it cost?"
I woke up and asked to fill it up.
The female refueling attendant looked at me suspiciously, turned around and started refueling my motorcycle.
While she was concentrating on cheering up, I quickly walked aside, took out the wine bottle from my arms, opened it and smelled it. It still smelled like wine, not any bad smell.
After paying the money, I turned the throttle all the way and rode very fast, and arrived more than 20 minutes later.
Pomegranate Village is very quiet at night, with only one or two houses with lights on. I came to Kangding a few months ago and this was my first stop. Now that I come back here, I feel mixed.
"Woof woof!"
"The dead dog...is screaming to kill you."
I threw a stone to scare away the village dogs. Relying on the memory of celebrating the Buddhist festival here, I arrived at the entrance of the old ancestral hall in Shiliu Village in the dark, where the thangka stolen by Zhuzhu had been enshrined.
The pomegranate village ancestral hall is built like a big ladder, with high and steep stairs. This kind of wooden watchtower is a local feature. I had a bonfire party in Kangding a few months ago. I remember that there were lights on the fourth floor. Someone should live on the fourth floor.
Climbing up the stairs, it was dark, I guess someone was asleep, so I reached out and knocked on the door gently.
no one.
The door was unlocked. I turned around and looked around, then reached out and pushed the door open.
A squeaking sound....
The wooden door was in disrepair and made an unpleasant sound.
When I came in, I saw a huge solid wood table in the ancestral hall. Countless wooden spiritual tablets were placed on the table. In front of the spiritual tablets were an incense burner, candles and several butter lamps. I felt the butter was still warm when I got close to it.
I shouted softly: "Is there anyone? Is there anyone here?"
"who!"
In the dark, I suddenly felt someone touch my foot.
"who!"
"Who's talking!"
I heard an old man talking, speaking in Tibetan, which I couldn’t understand.
When I looked down, I saw a little old man lying under the table!
He has gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face. He is very thin and looks to be in his seventies. There are bedding, pillows and quilts under the table. He sleeps under them.
After reacting, I hurriedly said: "Uncle! Are you the one visiting the ancestral hall?"
"Don't glare at me."
This little old man took a flashlight and shined it directly into my face.
"I do not understand what you're saying!"
"I'm here to deliver a message!
"Uncle Ma Liang, who lives in Xinduqiao, asked me to tell you! The scarecrow is useless! Can you understand me?"
This little old man got out from under the table. He looked at me with a puzzled face and said, "Mingkareka, let's play together, Trika is jealous!"
"My name is Xiang Yunfeng!"
"The famous card is Xiang Yunfeng!"
I don’t know anything else, but I know the name Kareka. It seems to mean asking what your name is.
The language inconvenience made it impossible to communicate at all. I gestured anxiously, but can anyone tell me how to say this "Climbing God" in sign language.
An idea struck me, and I immediately stood up straight on the spot, stretched out my hands and held them motionless, imitating a scarecrow.
The little old man looked at me for half a minute. He seemed to understand what I meant and his expression changed drastically.
He grabbed my arm tightly and kept shouting loudly!
"Sir, please speak slowly, I don't understand!"
He let go of me with a very panicked expression and did a series of very strange actions.
He first knelt down and prayed in front of many spiritual tablets, and then poured the ghee from the oil lamps into a broken bowl. Then he lit the ghee with his hands and continued to dot it around the door. After lighting the door, he went to the windows and
Go up the stairs.
The little old man pushed me out forcefully, then he slammed the door and locked it.
I knocked on the door, but he ignored me.
Do you still remember Lao Zhang Hotel?
It's not in Pomegranate Village, but very close to Pomegranate Village. After the accident of Lao Zhang and his wife, the hotel has a new owner and is still in business. It's too far to go back to Xinduqiao. I went there for a night, and the new owner of the hotel didn't recognize me at all.
who is it.
I didn't take off my clothes, lying on the hotel bed, and kept scrolling through my phone.
I remember saving Zhuzhu’s phone number, but I can’t find it. The lion-headed thang card of Our Lady worshiping Yama may be the key thing! I thought I could contact Zhuzhu and ask him to return the stolen thang card.
, if it doesn’t work, I’ll give her some extra money!
I checked my phone for a long time and couldn't find the number, so I fell asleep.
Early the next morning, I was woken up by someone. I didn’t know what the noise was outside the hotel.
"Brother, what happened?" I asked a young man.
"Are you a tourist? Leave quickly. Something big happened. Someone died last night!"
"Dead?"
"Who died?"
"I told you that you don't know. It was the old man who visited the ancestral temple here who died. His death was so scary that the temple was alarmed and people came. I won't tell you. My mother asked me to hurry over."
I saw the little old man last night. Why did he suddenly die this morning?!
Following a few people, they rushed to the ancestral hall. Many people were watching and whispering timidly. These people looked like they were all locals, and their faces were very flustered.
I walked over and saw it.
Starting from the first step of the wooden staircase and spreading upwards, every step was covered with the corpses of a kind of reptile. There were so many of them! It made people’s scalp numb when they saw it.
This kind of reptile is called watermelon worm in our area. It is not big. When it is moved, it will shrink into a round ball, so it is called watermelon worm.
