I will never forget the smile on my grandma’s face. In just three days, I felt relieved.
Three days later, the man came back, covered in wounds and holding a bronze bracelet in his hand.
The man in front of me was the only one who was nice to me. My heart ached and I knelt down in front of him.
"No, don't call me master, don't call me uncle, we have nothing to do with you." The man pulled me up and put the bracelet on my left wrist.
I don’t understand why a man says he has nothing to do with me even though he is very nice to me.
Until six years later.
The Rakshasa has completely integrated into the palm of my left hand. The skin of my left hand is like dead wood and shaped like sharp claws. I have already put on the gloves given to me by the man.
This year, I am nineteen years old.
The man called me to the bedside.
"My time has come, and you have to make your own way in the future." The man looked at me with a smile on his face and a look of doting on his face.
"Impossible, you are obviously in good health, am I going to kill you again?" I'm going crazy, my voice is loud, I can't accept it.
"The thirteen needles of the Gate of Ghosts are considered broken by me. If all thirteen needles come out at the same time, the person who applied the needles will definitely suffer backlash. The backlash for me is that I only have six years to live." The man still smiled calmly.
I don't know how a person can survive knowing when he will die. I have already burst into tears.
"The reason why I don't have any identity with you is because I'm worried that I won't be able to survive these six years. Now that the time limit is up, please call me master." The man said and raised his head with a smile.
Without any hesitation, I suddenly knelt on the ground.
"Master..." I shouted these two words very loudly.
But when I raised my head again, the man was gone with a smile on his face.
There are three letters beside the man, and the letters are for me.
According to the man's last wish, I carried him to the mountain. It turned out that he had already arranged everything.
I never knew his name from beginning to end, and there were only four words engraved on the tombstone in front of me: "Zhenren Gu Yang."
"Master, please bow to my disciple Zhang Tianyi."
I knelt in front of the grave for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. The lives of five people were exchanged for my life.
Maybe only by kneeling quietly in front of my master's grave can I find a reason to live.
I staggered back to the store and opened the second letter the master left for me.
The first letter was written about the master's funeral and his last wishes.
The master has only one last wish, which is to keep this store, and to open the second letter after going down the mountain.
The second letter stated that except for the revenue from the store, I could not accept money within a year, so I had to accept gifts from people.
There is also a passbook in the envelope, which is from the Rural Credit Union opposite the store.
I opened the bankbook tremblingly.
Over the years, the master has often been asked to deal with ghosts and gods, but the master has never taken me with him.
In other words, in the past six years, I have learned nothing except carving mahogany swords. I have heard many stories from my master.
I thought the master's passbook contained at least six digits, but when I opened it, the deposit was only one hundred yuan.
One hundred yuan, I didn’t eat or drink for three days, and I ate it all in one meal.
The rice is gone, the oil is gone, and the refrigerator is even empty.
Apart from a wall of mahogany swords, there was nothing to eat in the store.
Keeping this store, how I can survive now is a problem.
But that's all the content of the second letter. I wanted to open the third letter to see if there was any money in it, but the master specified the time to open the third letter in the second letter.
I looked up at the calendar and it was six days later.
I don’t know how I can survive six days without eating or drinking.
The mahogany swords in the store are divided into three models: large, medium and small. The prices from large to small are 30, 20 and 10 yuan.
I don't know what the master's basis is for this price. Not to mention the price, it is difficult for me to survive on this amount of revenue based on the current living standards.
At this price, the cost alone is not enough.
After relying on well water for two days, I was already dizzy with hunger.
Strange to say, since the master passed away, no one has visited this store. The street is obviously full of people, but no one has entered the store.
Fortunately, at dawn on the third day, my first customer arrived.
The visitor was an old man who lived alone. Everyone called him Uncle Bai, but no one knew his name.
Uncle Bai's home is on the edge of the county town. He is over 70 years old. He rides a tricycle to sell goods along the street every morning.
The sesame cakes made by Uncle Bai are delicious, and everyone knows that Uncle Bai's life is not easy, so they will help buy some more or less.
"Is the shopkeeper here?" Uncle Bai looked embarrassed, and his words were mixed with panic.
The master never registers his number, but everyone who enters the store calls him the shopkeeper, and the title spreads like this.
"Master passed away, I will take care of everything in the store from now on." I haven't spoken these days, and my voice is a little hoarse at the moment.
"This..." Uncle Bai looked at me in surprise when he heard the news, and the expression on his face became even more painful.
"Uncle Bai, what happened to you?" Looking at the uncle's expression, I knew that something evil must have happened.
Although I don't know if I can handle it now, I'm hungry and I have to bite the bullet.
"That's it. I hear knocks on the door every night, but when I open the door, there is no one at all. I can't eat or sleep well after struggling for several days. I wonder if I bumped into something dirty." Uncle Bai said bitterly. Telling the truth with a straight face.
When Uncle Bai came, I observed his face and saw no evil aura, but his face was pale, which must have attracted evil spirits.
Originally, I was worried about something that I couldn't solve, but after listening to the uncle's description, I felt confident.
Because of a similar situation, the master told me when he was still alive.
"Uncle, you go home and fill a bowl of rice, add some cold water to soak in the rice, and put the bowl outside the door before going to bed at night." The aroma of the sesame cakes wafted from the uncle's tricycle, and I couldn't help but swallow.
"The next morning, take the rice and spill it at the intersection and it will be fine." I resisted the urge to step forward and take a bite of the sesame seed cake.
"Don't you need to go and take a look?" Uncle Bai obviously couldn't believe it.
"Uncle, please don't set out your stall before the rooster crows. If you hawk along the street, you will inevitably disturb some evil spirits." This is the only way I can explain.
In fact, I said this purely to comfort the uncle, mainly because he is the only one in the uncle's family and his popularity is too weak.
Second, the uncle would go out to the stall before dawn, and some hungry ghosts would follow him, following the smell of sesame seed cakes.
Third, the uncle was hawking food along the street. To Xie Sui, this sound sounded like he was calling them to eat.
Fortunately, people do not enter the yin house, and ghosts do not enter the yang house.
Moreover, Uncle Bai is not contaminated with evil spirits, which means that the people who knock on his door are not of high quality.
This ordinary evil spirit will temporarily lose his memory after eating rice soaked in cold water. Naturally, he will not be able to find his way to Uncle Bai's house.
In addition, he spilled the rice soaked in cold water at the crossroads. People were coming and going at the crossroads, which naturally blocked Uncle Bai's aura, and the evil spirit would not look for him again.
"But I'm still a little worried. I see other people's doors have yellow charms or something on them. Why don't you draw one for me too?" Uncle Bai looked me up and down, obviously he still couldn't believe it.
"Uncle, let's do this. You buy a peach wood sword and hang it diagonally on the wall inside the door. This is more troublesome than that yellow talisman." It's not that I'm doing it for business, the peach wood sword in our store is famous far and wide.
"Okay, then give me the big one." Uncle Bai stamped his foot, took out the money and handed it over.
"You haven't had breakfast yet? Come, eat sesame seeds." The uncle saw that I was staring at the tricycle, so he turned around and brought two sesame cakes.
"Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle." I handed over the peach wood sword and took the sesame seed cakes. I was so excited that I almost cried.
As soon as the uncle left, I stuffed the two sesame seed cakes into my mouth in a few strokes.
I have lived with my master all these years without worrying about food and clothing. I never thought that this day would come to me.
Fortunately, I got some income today, thirty yuan.
Having learned from my previous experience, I didn’t dare to enter the restaurant again, so I turned around and walked towards the vegetable market.
We definitely couldn't afford meat, so I bought some rice and a few side dishes and rushed to the store.
But the thing in front of me can only last me two days at most, and there are still three days left before the six-day limit.
But I still underestimated my appetite, and I finished the ingredients I bought for thirty yuan in a day and a half.
That day, I was sitting on the steps in front of the store, staring into the distance, and saw an off-road vehicle driving straight towards me.
