Not long after they left, Snow Centipede stepped off the tiger leather chair, grabbed the gold shells and sprinkled them downwards. The golden light flickered faintly under the candlelight, arousing the naked greed of the bandits present.
"Hey~"
The old calligrapher folded his fan and stood in front of the snow centipede:
"Master, don't be impatient. According to the old lady's rules, this big thing can only be kept by her. The rest of the money can be broken into silver and divided among the brothers according to their seniority."
"Understood, follow the old rules. Master, please tell my aunt the good news, and say hello to her for me."
When Snow Centipede saw the old calligrapher sending someone to carry away the bamboo basket, he frowned in distress, but Yintuo Village belonged to his aunt, so there was nothing he could do.
"That's natural."
At night, with a bright fire and candles in the old craftsman's room, he picked up the silkworm cocoon and spread it on the kang table, and wrote a secret message in small regular script.
Then, he whistled, and his wings flapped in the dark night sky. After a while, the black shadow of an eagle was reflected in front of the glass window.
A sparrowhawk, all white with only black feathers on its forehead, landed in front of the window to comb its hair. When the window opened, it flapped its wings and flew into the Kang table.
The old calligrapher rolled up the rice paper, stuffed it into the bamboo tube on the bird's feet, and fed it the meat strips in the bowl:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Yun Tou Wu, I'll give you something to eat and drink, and bring me the letter."
All animals follow the same example. This sparrowhawk has been with the old bookmaker for a long time and is more cunning and cunning than humans. It looked directly at the cooked meat on the table, obviously not full yet.
"You want them all?"
The old calligrapher frowned and picked up the feather duster: "Hey, you evil beast!"
Beating and flying around.
The sparrow hawk broke out of the window, flew into the dark clouds in an instant, and flew all night to Tangjiazhuang, a hundred miles away from Fengtian.
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Tangjiazhuang, Zhangzhai Inner Courtyard, Jingci Hall
The bright moon is gradually fading, the sky is slightly blue, the pear-carved door is half-open, the hazy gauze is blown up by the cool morning breeze, the shadows of candlelight are reflected, and the window flowers are rippling.
The old woman wearing peonies and wiping her forehead opened the beaded curtain and stood in the front yard of the hall, looking at the blue sky. Seeing that the time had come, she stood quietly outside the door, lowered her eyebrows and said:
"Old lady, it's time, you need to wash up."
After a while, a lazy voice came out of the bead curtain: "Mother Liu, get up and ask them to send her in."
After receiving the woman's message, the maids and women who were waiting outside the moon cave door filed in with basins, hand basins, spittoons, toilet bowls, and toiletries. They all stood aside with breathless concentration, and gradually entered to serve her like flowing water.
After washing thoroughly, the two maids opened the bead curtain, and a graceful and luxurious woman came out.
This old woman is nearly sixty years old, but her hair is only slightly gray. Her face is delicate and smooth. There are only slight lines at the corners of her eyes and chin, which shows that she has been well maintained. Her hair is combed with shavings of water to look like fine water lines, and the back of her head is stained Gold hairpins are inserted all over the bun, and the tassels jingle as you move.
The autumn-colored coat and camel-colored horse-faced skirt swayed slightly, and she was supported by the old lady as she walked into the Western Buddha Hall.
In the Buddhist hall, a giant treasure pavilion half as tall as a man is placed in the middle.
The three-body Buddha is covered with gold foil. The dignified and solemn Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and sits quietly on the lotus platform with his hands folded.
The lotus Buddha lanterns on both sides shine, making the shrine shine brightly, and the Buddha's light shines brightly.
In front of the table, Buddha fruit and cantaloupe are placed above the plate, and incense is burning from the cauldron, filling the West Buddha Hall with warm fragrance.
The old woman opened the door of Lord Bao's shrine, took out a black lacquer tablet and placed it in front of the altar table. She knelt down on the futon, knocked on the wooden fish and recited the "Pure Heart Mantra".
The candle flame flickered faintly, illuminating the golden lacquered seal characters on the spiritual throne:
The spiritual throne of my late husband Tang Dianrong was honored by the deceased Tang Zhang.
This Zhang family could only meditate for a stick of incense. The old woman walked in with a bamboo tube: "Madam, there is a letter from the teacher."
"what did he say?"
Although Zhang was twisting the beads in his hands, it was obvious that he was no longer meditative, and his heart was fluctuating.
"The teacher said that the treasure has been obtained and will be delivered here in half a month."
"good!"
Before she finished speaking, the prayer beads in her hand suddenly broke and fell to the ground with a crash, jumping all over the ground.
Looking up, Tang Dianrong's spiritual body cracked suddenly appeared, like an extremely ugly scar.
"Madam, this~"
Seeing that Mrs. Zhang didn't answer anything, the old lady understood and left the West Buddhist Hall.
Mrs. Zhang thought about it, took out the "Rebirth Mantra", and sang it for a long time in the Buddhist hall.
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