Suddenly, something unbelievable happened.
Beishensou knelt down, held his head in his hands and cried.
The banker, servants, and disciples didn't know what to do for a while.
Beishen Sou cried: "Please! Leave quickly!"
Yun Kong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Beishen Sou screamed: "If you don't get out of here! I'm going to kill Lang'er!"
Hong Lang lowered his head and blinked, then suddenly paused and fell softly on the bed.
A ray of black energy quickly burst out of the room and flew over the wall.
Yun Kong reacted quickly, immediately raised his breath and left here quickly.
"It's the Taoist priest!" Someone in the crowd cheered.
"Chase him quickly!"
"Catch him!"
Beishensou turned around, glared angrily and shouted: "Everyone, be silent!"
Everyone was suddenly silent.
The cool autumn night breeze sounded particularly refreshing in the suddenly quiet garden.
The autumn cicada screamed at the top of its lungs, but its low voice was still loud in the quiet garden.
"Bang!" The clay pot was so hot that it cracked and fell into pieces in the small stove.
In the silence, the sound of the clay pot cracking was so clear.
Xiao Liuzi was still fanning the fire blankly, as if it was a task that would never be completed.
Hong Lang slowly opened his eyes and whispered: "Qing'er..."
May 5th.
The weather was so hot that the wind didn't even bother to blow.
The birds were standing listlessly on the branches, and the old dog was lying in the shade of the tree panting. What should have been a vibrant summer day turned out to be lifeless.
There was no one doing farm work in the fields. Occasionally, someone would knock on someone else's door and pass a bag of clothes in with a smile.
The land outside was silent, but the people's homes were very lively.
It turned out that most people stayed at home and did not go out.
Simply because that day was the hottest and most poisonous day of the year.
Venomous insects are active in summer, and the weather is too hot, so people are often bitten by venomous insects and are susceptible to plague, heat stroke, or long-term illness that is difficult to recover from. Therefore, people have invented various antipyretic and detoxifying methods.
They put peach charms on the door, because peach wood can drive away all kinds of monsters and keep dirt out of the door.
The woman took the dried fragrant flowers out of the container and waited for a pot of water to boil on the stove.
Speaking of this pot of hot water, a lot of flowers and plants can be added to it. The famous ones include calamus, mugwort, dogwood, plantain, peach leaves, willow heart, gallbladder, husband and wife, etc., and then add some Orchids, orchids, chrysanthemums and dried mulberry leaves, the sweet aroma is assailed your nose, and your whole body feels cool after sniffing it.
After the pot of "Baicao Soup" is cooked and cooled, the daughter-in-law and the old ladies will first use it to bathe the children and grandchildren, and then hang "realgar bags" for them. Then the family members will bathe separately and drink shochu together. "Five Poison Wine" soaked in centipedes, scorpions, snakes, bees, dragonflies, etc.
Five poisonous wine is a must-drink for ordinary people during the Dragon Boat Festival. Officials and gentry do not dare to drink it. Instead, they drink "realgar wine" and "puai wine", which are said to be able to drive away insect poisons.
These are the legacy of the ancient southern country for thousands of years.
However, there is a family that is lifeless inside and out.
The family is engaged in farming and their surname is Mo.
They say they are a family, but in fact there is only one person left, and everyone calls him Uncle Mo.
Uncle Mo was sitting at home, guarding the farm tools beside him.
These farm tools have been with him since he was born, and are now covered with rust. They lie quietly at his feet, like loyal old dogs, accompanying their master in meditation.
Uncle Mo's eyes were red, and there was dust accumulated in the wrinkles on his face. A spider had weaved a web on his back and was eating juicy blowflies.
It seemed that he had been sitting here for a long time without moving.
He thought for a long time and hesitated, wondering whether he should take action.
Noon is almost here.
He heard the woman and child next door happily going out, carrying buckets, and going to the public well in the village to fetch water with everyone.
Because it is said that the "noon water" at noon that day can detoxify all kinds of poisons and can be stored to make soup and medicine.
At noon on May 5th, it is the time of the year when Yang Qi is at its strongest and rises to the sky, which is also the most vicious time.
But this moment meant something else to him.
Noon is almost here. what to do?
Uncle Mo remembered that on the same day seven years ago, his first child was born, and he was actually a boy. This made him so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
But his mother's face was dark and she looked very wrong.
That day was also the Dragon Boat Festival.
"Son," Uncle Mo's mother said, "Wrap him in a piece of cloth and throw him to the post."
Uncle Mo was startled and looked at his mother in fear: "Why? This is your eldest grandson!"
"Children born on May 5th will destroy our family..."
Uncle Mo's mind immediately became confused.
This is the saying in the village, especially in their village.
His mother asked him to throw the child on the "gangzi". The so-called "gangzi" is a mass grave. Wild dogs often dig up the dead to eat. At night, there are also night owls who dig out the intestines of the dead. If the child is sent there, the second Not even a single bone is left.
Why kill this child? Not to mention being bitten alive by animals?
Is it wrong to be born on the fifth day of May?
Who started saying this? Does he have any grudge against people born on May 5th?
"No..." Uncle Mo said tremblingly.
After giving birth, his wife was lying on the bed very weakly, but she heard her husband's trembling voice, and she thought he was too happy.
Who knew that Uncle Mo was having a great struggle in his heart.
"Son, throw him away!" His mother kept saying beside him.
"No!" Uncle Mo finally made up his mind and insisted on keeping his son.
Unexpectedly, the next day, his mother accidentally fell and hit the back of her head. She was unconscious for a day and stopped breathing.
His wife later became pregnant again and gave birth to a daughter, but she died of exhaustion in childbirth.
When his son, born on May 5th, was playing with other village children, he punched the young master of the Ling family out of anger, and the Ling family's servants beat his son to death.
The murderous child was dead, and Uncle Mo thought nothing would happen again. Unexpectedly, the Ling family took the opportunity to occupy a small ancestral field and kidnapped his daughter.
The Ling family was a powerful family in the township. Almost all the tenant farmers in the village rented land from him, and they had good relations with the government. Where could Uncle Mo go to redress his grievances?
Second Uncle Mo glanced at the farm tools beside his feet in a daze, thinking that they were of no use anymore, and even the fields were gone, so what else could he farm?
Noon on May 5th is approaching.
Uncle Mo stood up and dust fell from his body.
He went to get a bucket of well water, washed his whole body, and cleaned the house. After everything was done, he put on clean clothes.
Uncle Mo took out an urn, and then dozens of baskets, containers or bags of different sizes.
"After seventy-seven forty-nine days, my great revenge will be avenged and I will commit suicide to apologize." As he said that, Uncle Mo knelt down and knocked three times on the baskets and other containers.
In order to kill one person, he actually wanted to kill hundreds of animals first, so he kowtowed first and made a promise that he would commit suicide after taking revenge.
He took out toads, scorpions and other poisons from the basket, and then took out green bamboo snakes, golden thread snakes, centipedes, wasps, insects, chiggers and other poisons from other containers, and carefully placed them one by one in the urn. After they were all placed, he used A handful of wet yellow mud sealed the mouth of the urn.
Uncle Mo put his head out the window to take a look. The shadow of the old tree outside the window was already very short. Is it three quarters to noon?
Uncle Mo sat cross-legged in front of the urn and stared at the urn.
Inside this seemingly ordinary urn, a cruel war is going on. The poisonous creatures in the urn are biting and devouring each other, fighting to the death until the last one is left.
Uncle Mo started to mutter something.
"The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and it really deserves its reputation!" Yun Kong looked at the mountain peaks for a long time, and finally sighed.
Yunkong and his senior brother Yankong were traveling together to attend Master's Mid-Autumn Festival gathering. When they encountered water, they ran against the current. When encountering land, they used "horseback riding skills" to travel, and finally crossed the Yangtze River and arrived in Guilin.
At this time, the weather had entered autumn and was quite cool. The two brothers passed by the most beautiful mountainous area in Guilin and couldn't help but stop and watch.
Guilin has a towering mountain shape, with the mountains standing like pillars supporting the sky. However, it turns out that the limestone layers peeled off and were carved by wind and rain, a rare sight.
The mountains and hills are surrounded by clouds and mist. After looking at them for a long time, you would think you have reached the realm of gods. Especially for those who practice Taoism, they will have the illusion that they have become immortals and are deeply moved.
"Senior brother, this place is not far from Master's place. Why not find an inn to stay for a day or two?"
Yankong lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's hard to catch the boat. It's not good to be late."
"However, senior brother has never recovered his physical strength since he rescued Su Qingzi." Yun Kong looked at Yan Kong's pale face, worried that he would fall ill. "It's tiring to go boating, and it takes a lot of effort to use armor and horsemanship. No matter how good your foundation is, you are still afraid. You can’t hold it.”
Yankong's body is indeed tougher than ordinary people, but there is no indestructible mortar in the world. Although Yankong understands in his heart, he still says: "The body is a small matter, but breaking an appointment is a big deal."
