Xiaolan led Fantong through the deep trees, following the route in her memory, towards the forest hut where the coffin was placed.
The light in the forest was getting darker and darker. When the two walked out of a tree cover, Xiaolan discovered that rose-colored clouds had appeared on the horizon, and evening was approaching.
She stopped and said, "Oh, it's getting dark."
Hearing this, Fantong also looked up and said, "Yes, Auntie, we have to hurry up."
"No," Xiaolan turned around and said, "I'd better send you out of the ghost forest first, otherwise your mother will think you are missing too."
"Auntie, don't worry, my parents won't be home tonight." Fantong said quickly.
"Why?"
"Because they are looking for Ermao," said Fan Tong, "everyone in the village has gone into the mountains."
"What if they find it?" Xiaolan boldly revealed the loopholes in his words.
"Then... Auntie, it doesn't matter. Let's go find the book first. Aren't we almost there? When you find the book, we can go back to the village at night. It's safer this way, isn't it?"
This little fat guy is actually quite smart.
"Then let's hurry up," Xiaolan agreed, "We'll be there soon."
The two started jogging, and after about ten minutes, Fan Tong shouted in surprise.
"Auntie! Is it that one?"
The small wooden house covered with plants appeared among the dense trees ahead.
found it.
"Wait a minute," Xiaolan picked up her skirt and ran to the door of the hut, blocking the curious protruding rice bucket from the door, "rice bucket, Auntie, just go in by yourself."
Rice Tong's cheerful face suddenly fell.
"Why?" Fan Tong said angrily, "Didn't you ask me to help?"
"just in case……"
"Auntie," Fantong grabbed Xiaolan's sleeve and begged, "I'm scared to be alone outside, it's already dark..."
Are you afraid now?
Xiaolan turned around and looked at the coffin in the center of the wooden house, and then at the rice bucket with begging eyes.
I'm not afraid of anything else, I'm just afraid of what if Rice Tong does something he shouldn't do and makes Huolian unhappy?
"Then just watch next to the coffin and don't touch it, okay?" Xiaolan gave in.
Of course, Fantong agreed immediately, so the two of them carefully walked into the dusty wooden house while the daylight was still not completely dim.
Fan Tong followed Xiao Lan breathlessly, his eyes wide open.
When the prophet's face came into view, he couldn't help but let out a "wow", then covered his mouth and looked at Xiaolan in horror and shame.
"It's okay, it's okay," Xiaolan waved her hand, "You can still talk, what do you want to say?"
"The prophet's appearance has not changed at all," Fan Tong whispered, "Is this immortality? Immortality is really good."
"Really..." Xiaolan smiled perfunctorily, "He really hasn't changed at all."
"Really, really, it's all over..." Fantongpa counted on his fingers, "It's been several months. When the prophet was buried, the trees were not green yet."
Xiaolan pricked up her ears and listened to Fan Tong's words.
In this way, as I guessed, the prophet's coffin has been placed here for a long time.
During this period, Huolian was guarding him by the coffin. It was not until a few days ago that she walked out of the ghost forest and entered the village, where she was caught by the villagers.
"Auntie, why did you steal the prophet's coffin?" Fan Tong asked.
"Ah...I..." I also wanted to know, "This is a secret."
"Oh..." Rice Tong happily accepted this explanation, "Auntie, have you been staying in the ghost forest all this time?"
"Roughly the same……"
"Then what do you eat?"
This is also what I want to ask.
"I...just...there are a lot of things to eat in the woods, don't you know?...Okay, look, there are no traces of those books in the coffin."
Fantong followed Xiaolan's finger and looked into the coffin, "Auntie, isn't the book right there?"
"Ah?" Xiaolan's fingers were still in mid-air.
"The book is just there," Fantong looked at Xiaolan questioningly, "Auntie, you didn't see it, did you?"
Even in such an embarrassing moment, even though Xiaolan's eyes almost popped out, she still didn't see the shadow of the book.
"I……"
"It's just under the prophet's head." Xantong almost stepped forward and took out the book himself, "That's right."
Xiaolan tilted her head and looked at the yellow square under the prophet's head.
"I thought it was a pillow."
"It's not a pillow," Fan Tong shook his head, "Look, one...two books, eh, exactly two."
Xiaolan immediately raised the prophet's head, pulled out the two books underneath, and eagerly opened the first one.
Fantong also came over to take a look. Xiaolan thought for a while and didn't stop him.
The content of the book is quite straightforward. It starts with a rainbow fart, and the prophet is a divine star from the sky, blessing the Fire Lotus Village...
"Fire Lotus Village?"
Fantong raised his head and looked at Xiaolan, "Ang, what's wrong?"
"No...nothing..."
Isn’t this Lianshui Village?
Fire Lotus Village? Is this the previous name of Lianshui Village?
Forget it, let’s talk about it later.
Xiaolan turned to the last page and the two of them started browsing.
"Wow..." Fantong praised again, "So the legend is true."
Xiaolan's eyes flicked hard on the words in the dark, but the shock those fonts brought her was not compromised at all.
Those two words attracted her attention brightly.
resurrection.
"The prophet went through life and death, and finally successfully resurrected, and became the true God of Fire Lotus at the Fire Lotus Altar."
It ends here.
"At the big altar..."
"It turns out that the prophet is really resurrected," Fan Tong looked at Xiaolan excitedly, "The prophet is really powerful, and the immortality is amazing..."
Xiaolan held the side of her forehead, staring at the increasingly blurry words, thinking hard.
The book does not mention the reason why the villagers sent the prophet to the high altar. Is it simply for the so-called "catastrophe of life and death"?
"Auntie, let's read the third book." Fan Tong suggested.
"good……"
Maybe all the answers are in this last book.
It was getting dark, and the light in the wooden house could hardly support the two of them in reading, so they moved to the window and turned to the first page of the last book religiously.
"prophet……"
"boom!"
Suddenly, a loud noise appeared near the two of them. They both trembled and their books dropped in fright.
"Ah! Auntie..." Fantong held Xiaolan's arm tightly, "The door...the door is closed!..."
The loud noise came from the door of the wooden house. The wooden door was closed at this time. Through the window, Xiaolan saw a black figure floating past the door.
Xiaolan recognized it almost instantly.
That's yourself.
No, to be precise, it was a fire lotus.
