Chapter 803
As Grandma Xiao Tang said: "After getting on a blind donkey, pat the donkey's butt. No matter what you see on the road, don't get off the donkey. 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 nonsense, 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 you dressed in white, with disheveled hair and tongue sticking out? How old are you? 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 in front of me was the red color of the red cloth.
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 previously unknown secrets.
1. The Taoist statue erected in 1895 is of Chen Meiqing, a female Taoist priest of the Lushan sect.
Second, there is (possibly) a place called "Dongtian Blessed Land" under Guizailing. This is because Taoist priests in the past loved to find very secret places to meditate (there are many on Zhongnan Mountain). I speculate that it may be similar to karst landforms. An underground cave?
Third, we visited a lot of exploring spots that day, but ignored the Guizai Temple. Grandma Xiao Tang was a fifth-generation Yapo. 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.
Looking 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 came 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 holding the quilt.
It might be a dream, I can’t remember clearly, but I can still remember some details. I can’t say whether Guan 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 middle. 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, with two eyes that were blind and could not open. There was 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 moved forward.
There was a small path out of the yard, unlike the roads in the village. As we stepped on the small path and walked in, there was a hazy mist all around.
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 stewing and roasting, 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."
