Chapter 123 Planting a big tree behind Wu Niang Niang Temple
The east turned white, the morning light first appeared, and the villagers got up one by one, shedding blood and tears.
They folded the quilts, cleaned the outside of the house, pasted the characters "Fu" on them, closed the doors and windows, dragged the whole family to the outside of the Wu Niang Niang Temple, and knelt down.
The morning light cannot reach them.
Fangyuan Village is quiet.
Wang Laoshi knocked on the door of the public house, and the night guards filed out.
The seven night guards looked at the villagers kneeling in front of the Wuniangniang Temple, and became more and more frightened as they walked further.
The blood and tears of these people flowed on the ground and were intertwined.
The ground in front of the Wuniangniang Temple was filled with blood.
Wang Laoshi said as he walked: "This morning, I first took my little master to plant a tree. This is the old rule in the village. Plant a big tree, give it a name, and finally catch Zhou. This tree is like the root of everyone.
Once the seed is planted, the roots will be established, and the person will stand. This name is like the shadow of a tree. If there is no tree, where would the shadow come from? Are you right?"
Wang Laoshi smiled as usual, seemingly unaware that his eyes were slowly shedding dark red tears.
The night guards looked at each other without saying a word.
Lucky Sang touched the surrogate wooden boy in his arms guiltily, and followed the captain obediently, his waist much shorter than usual.
The group of people walked outside the door of the dark room in the west courtyard and saw the helpless Sunshine Boy at first sight.
He was about eleven or twelve years old at the moment, but he was still being held in the air by two big white hands, shaking him gently.
A gentle humming sound came from behind the black curtain, like an unknown children's song.
"Mother, someone is here." Sunshine Boy said.
"Hey, my son has grown up and is now shy. Okay, mother, I won't embarrass you." Mother Wei said happily, carefully putting down the sunny boy, just like putting down a goose feather, for fear of being blown away by the wind.
He saluted Mammy and said, "Mistress, now is the time to plant trees."
"Take out the seeds and let my son choose."
"As commanded."
Wang Laoshi took out a long white cloth bag, which was sewn into multiple small bags, arranged in a straight line.
Each small cloth bag has the name of the tree species written on it.
There are thirty-six kinds of trees, including locust trees, poplar trees, willow trees, pine trees, fir trees, bamboo trees, and ginkgo trees.
The sunshine boy looked at the reader, who shook his head.
And looking towards the lucky ones.
The lucky man hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.
The sunshine boy opened his spiritual eyes and saw that the thirty-six bags were exactly the same, and they all contained the same mysterious aura.
After thinking for a while, the sunshine boy said: "I choose the ginkgo tree."
The happy voice of the mother-in-law came from behind the black curtain, saying: "Ginkgo is responsible for longevity, and my son will be blessed with wealth and longevity."
Wang Laoshi reached into the cloth bag with Ginkgo written on it and took out a shriveled seed, the size of a peanut.
The sunshine boy took a closer look and saw what kind of seeds were there. They looked more like shrunken and shriveled hearts.
"Little master, follow me and plant a tree wherever you like." Grandma Xiang took the sunshine boy's hand and walked out.
Wang Laoshi followed closely, holding ginkgo tree seeds, and the other seven people were at the back.
Walking out of the west courtyard, the sunshine boy suddenly asked: "Mom Xiang, Wang Laoshi, where is the best place to plant this kind of seed?"
Wang Laoshi smiled and didn't answer.
Xiang Mammy said: "I think it would be better to plant it behind the Wuniangniang Temple than to live in a messy place in the barren mountains and mountains."
The sunshine boy didn't answer, but followed slowly. After a long time, he said, "Then just listen to Auntie Xiang, let's go to the back of the White Building."
The two of them and the eight night guards walked around the white building and came to the backyard.
A gravel road separates the east and west parts of the courtyard. To the west is a rockery with black and white patterns, to the east is a pond filled with duckweeds, and the rest is covered with green grass.
The sunshine boy looked at it, pointed to the back of the pond and said: "The east belongs to wood, the north belongs to water, and wood grows in the northeast. We planted it behind the pond."
"My little master has bright eyes, that place must be a geomantic treasure."
After everyone walked to the pool, Wang Laoshi handed the ginkgo tree seeds to Sunshine Boy.
"Do we need to dig the soil?" Sunshine Boy asked.
Wang honestly smiled and said: "Little master, just throw it to the ground."
Sunshine Boy holds the ginkgo tree seeds, moves slightly away from the pool, and drops the seeds.
The seed fell to the ground and disappeared, and then a green shoot broke out of the ground, overturned the grass and grew vigorously.
After a while, it grew as tall as a person, with spreading branches and leaves, a white tree body, green leaves, and fan-shaped leaves that were exactly the same as ginkgo leaves, with some differences in other places.
Slowly, the tree roots swelled, and the red root bark penetrated into the earth. Within the translucent tubular tree roots, a faint gray-yellow airflow could be seen flowing from the bottom to the trunk, reaching the ends of the leaves, dyeing the leaves yellow.
The crown of the tree slowly changes, like two hands slightly bent together, like a pagoda, with bulging sides and a pointed top, like the Great Golden Light Jue of Taoism.
In the center surrounded by branches, a five-petal blood-colored lotus emerged, looking up to the sky and opening flat.
On top of the lotus, a green egg-shaped fruit grows.
On the surface of the cyan fruit as big as a fist is a wrinkled baby face, shaped like a walnut.
Wang Laoshi and Aunt Xiang laughed together.
"Congratulations to the little master for planting a big tree. You will have a bright future from now on."
The sunshine boy raised his legs to leave, and said to his grandmother: "There is still a need for a treekeeper here to guard the tree until the little master grows up. Then choose a strong one."
Without waiting for anyone to speak, Xiangma glanced at the school captain, and the school captain's word "福" burned.
Looking at the tall foodie again, the word "Fu" on the foodie's face burned brightly.
Finally, Aunt Xiang looked at the blacksmith and said, "You are strong and fit best for guarding trees here."
The blacksmith sighed and said, "It's a blessing to live to the last day. Please give me a message to my family, saying that I behaved honorably and died peacefully. I didn't lose the face of the Night Guard, nor did I lose my life."
The face of our family.”
After the blacksmith finished speaking, he took off his mugwort and gave it to the sunshine boy.
"Take care and live on. At least live longer than someone else!" After the blacksmith finished speaking, he walked to the root of the tree and sat down, leaning his back against the trunk, closing his eyes and waiting to die.
"Little master, please go back to your room."
The two of them and the seven night guards turned and left the yard.
Under the ginkgo tree, four tree roots suddenly emerged from the ground, piercing into the blacksmith's back and each of his limbs, sucking blood.
Sunshine Boy and others faintly heard screams coming from behind, and silently returned to the black room in the west courtyard.
Before entering the threshold, everyone saw that the carpet in the house was covered with rectangular yellow-brown wooden signs, which seemed to have words engraved on them.
The listener counted fourteen wooden signs in total.
When I got closer and saw the words on the wooden sign clearly, everyone felt a chill behind them.
Cattle herders, water herders, climbers, blacksmiths...
Fourteen people's names are engraved on the fourteen wooden signs.
The rest of the people stood outside the door, holding the Sunshine Boy's hand towards Grandma, and walked into the house.
"My son is back? Let me give you a hug."
Two big white hands stretched out from the water-black curtains, and without any explanation, hugged the sunny boy, caressing his face and hair affectionately.
The sunshine boy had a sullen face and said nothing.
After a while, Mother Wei said: "When you plant a tree and it has roots, you have to decide on a name. Mom has never read any books and doesn't know a few Chinese characters. You choose a name from the brands below as your name."
