After drinking the tea given by Hua Yunyue, Sang Tong felt much better. She didn't want to be with Hua Yunyue and saw that Su Sifang was using a rope to tie the polished wood together and tied the other end to his body, so she also went down the mountain to help .
"Senior Sister Tong."
Su Sifang wiped the large beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and soon the beads of sweat came out again.
Sang Tong inserted his fingers into Su Si's inch-long hair and fiddled twice: "When I return to the base tomorrow, I will shave your hair for you."
Su Sifang opened his mouth, but was interrupted: "You are a girl after all, don't rush to do rough and tiring work, just drag one at a time, and Hua Yunyue may not thank you for your hard work."
After Sang Tong finished speaking, he untied the rope and pulled out the three extra planks.
The people moved several times in a row, and when the moving was about to be completed, there was an anxious call in Miao language from the foot of the mountain.
The visitor came up panting, and it turned out to be the teenage black Miao girl who had bewitched Mu Rong. She saw Sang Tong and the others snorted softly and said a series of Miao language to Hua Yunyue.
After hearing this, the latter turned serious and said to Sang Tong, "Come with me."
The black seedling girl whispered a few words with dissatisfaction in her eyes, and Hua Yunyue said earnestly: "She is not an ordinary person, we need her help."
The girl said a few more words to Hua Yunyue, bowed deeply and ran down the mountain as if flying.
"You come with me."
"Let's clarify what it is first."
"An old man in our village died, and the head of the village wants to go there."
"Forget it, your Miao village doesn't welcome outsiders, I'll leave it for you to repair the house, try to fix it in the afternoon and leave tomorrow."
"My master once told me that if one day the fool dies, there will be a master in the village."
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Sang Tong took Su Sifang to the Miao village at the foot of the mountain with Hua Yunyue, and the rest stayed behind to repair the wooden house.
Before leaving, Hua Yunyue left a bamboo whistle to Sang Yu, and told her to blow it whenever she had something to do.
The old man's body was found at home. It is said that the person had been dead for several days, and the neighbors came here looking for the smell of rotting corpses.
The corpse was parked in the yard where the old man lived, and was covered with a white cloth of an inappropriate size, which covered the head but could not cover the feet.
There was a faint smell of rancidity in the air, and the villagers watching outside the yard were stacked one upon another, and the village owner was not there, only four people stood in the yard.
They are the white Miao old man with white hair and childlike face, the kind-hearted old Huamiao woman with gorgeous clothes, who can't tell her age, the black-haired but crooked black-haired woman with tattoos on her face, and the black-haired woman who reported to Hua Yunyue before Miao girl.
People from the three clans crowded shoulder to shoulder and surrounded the courtyard until Hua Yunyue arrived with Sang Tong and Su Sifang, and the crowded crowd automatically parted to make way for a wide road.
Sang Tong noticed that no matter what race they were in, they didn't dare to look at them. The people standing in front of the aisle pushed back desperately, as if there was a beast passing by in front of them.
Hua Yunyue was used to this for a long time, she walked briskly into the courtyard without looking sideways.
The four people in the courtyard took a step back at the same time, it was not as obvious as the villagers outside, but it was not difficult to see that they were unwilling to get too close to Hua Yunyue.
Sang Tong glanced at the corpse on the ground. The deceased was wearing a pair of worn-out straw sandals, and some blue-purple corpse spots could be seen below the knees. He had been dead for a while.
Su Sifang clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, lifted his monk's robe and sat on the floor, twiddled the Buddhist beads and recited the scriptures of rebirth in a low voice.
The hunchbacked black Miao woman nodded the crutch in her hand and said a series of words in Miao language.
Hua Yunyue replied in Mandarin: "These two are my guests who have some connections with my master, so most of the matters involved should be more powerful than one person. Don't worry about being from a foreign race at this juncture."
The woman snorted coldly and said nothing.
Sang Tong squatted next to the corpse and lifted the white cloth to take a look. The corpse's face was swollen, eyes were protruding, and there were flies crawling around the mouth and nose. The facial features were so severely damaged that it was impossible to get effective information from the face.
"The idiot is not from our village. No one knows his actual age or his real name. He...is a little idiot on weekdays. We call him the idiot. Twenty-five years ago, he appeared in our village on a rainy night. Zhaizi, drove him away many times without success, even knocked him unconscious and threw him far away, and he would find it by himself after a few days. Sitting at the entrance of the village for a whole day, laughing at everyone. Although his brain is not good, he is surprisingly strong. Some family in the village has a wedding or funeral. Later, the old village head asked someone to build this small courtyard for him here. Sha Bo is the only foreigner who has settled in the village, and we all accepted him. My master once said to me: If one day Sha Bo If you die, there will be a catastrophe in our village."
Sang Tong's heart jumped, an answer was ready to come out but he didn't dare to jump to conclusions: "Give me an abacus."
"Whoever has an abacus at home, please take it and borrow it."
A few people from the surrounding villagers ran away, and after a while, they brought several abacus. Sang Tong picked one out of them, sat cross-legged on the ground and put the abacus on his lap, and the clear and crisp sound of fingers moving quickly came out.
How many households are there in the village
The three elders of the three ethnic groups in the courtyard reported the number of each ethnic group respectively.
"When did this old man come to the village?"
The stooped black woman squinted her eyes and recalled for a while, and reported a date.
"Are you sure?"
The black woman snorted displeasedly, Hua Yunyue squatted beside Sang Tong and explained to her ear: "Those few days are the days when her natal Gu will shed her shell, and she will never make a mistake. It's about the secret of the Gu woman. It’s hard to answer you in detail.”
Sang Tong nodded, and quickly dialed on the abacus: "When did you find him?"
A white Hmong man stood up and reported the time.
"May I have your name?"
"Ma Meng."
"how old?"
"forty three."
"Crackling" Sang Tong dialed the last bead, looked at the result displayed on the abacus and murmured: "It really is a village guard..."
Only Hua Yunyue and Su Sifang heard Sang Tong's words, Hua Yunyue did not understand the meaning of these three words, and Su Sifang stopped chanting after hearing these three words.
If it is really a village guard, there is no need to do a supernatural salvation.
The crowd of onlookers was dismissed, and the three of Sang Tong and the four from the courtyard were invited to the village head's house. The old village head passed away a few years ago and the village is now managed by his son, but the old man is also in his sixties.
Mrs. Zhaizhang poured a cup of tea for everyone and retreated: "Young man, since the Hua family trusts you, tell me what's going on with the silly brother."
Sang Tong cleared his throat: "Senior Hua Fengxue is right, your village is indeed going to have a catastrophe."
Hua Miao's Cai Po and Shicai's Hei Po showed displeasure, if they hadn't been worried about Hua Yunyue sitting next to Sang Tong, they would probably have mercilessly attacked them.
Hua Yunyue tapped on the table with her fingers rhythmically, and glanced at the two people opposite her: "Go on."
"This old man is the 'village guard' of your village. There are quite a few such people, but few people notice them. I don't know if you have paid attention to them. There are always such people in almost every village. One or two mentally retarded people, they are often the targets of bullying by the bad boys in the village, they are ridiculed around or thrown stones to chase and beat them, but they always smile naively and never get annoyed or complain. Swear at people, let alone fight back."
Hua Yunyue thought about what Sang Tong said: Although she had never left the village, Sang Tong's description was very close to Sha Bo.
"Of course, not all such mentally disabled people are village guards, but 100% of the village guards are so-called 'mentally disabled people'. Another characteristic of the village guards is that they are very enthusiastic and will help the villagers to do something. What he can do without asking for anything in return, even if he is given money, he doesn’t know how to spend it.”
Hua Yunyue nodded: "The idiot is indeed such a person. He has done a lot for the village these years, but he has never heard of anyone's benefits. He can eat a few meals at most."
"The village guard was born with a mission to come to this world. His true identity may be one of the monks who practiced for many lifetimes, or it may be that he received the kindness of the spring in his previous life and could not repay it. There are many other possibilities. They brought With a common mission, they sealed thought power, energy and even wisdom and came to this world just to do good deeds and repay kindness. There is no such thing as the death of the village guards. They will die 100% of the time. Including but not limited to: violent death, drowning, falling off a cliff , poisoned, struck by lightning, etc., the village guard will sacrifice his life to protect the village, and then his mission in this life will be considered complete."
"Are you saying that the death of the silly uncle is to prevent disasters for the village?"
"That's right."
"Since the fool has helped us prevent the disaster, is the village all right?"
Sang Tong shook his head: "It's not that I'm alarmist. The death of the village guard is also an important signal left by him. If his body is preserved intact, not decomposed and deteriorating, and his expression is peaceful, it means that he is safe from the disaster. But Look at the corpse of the old man just now, which was seriously decomposed and died in a tragic way. His eyes were bursting out, which proved that it failed to prevent the disaster. In other words, what is about to happen in the village can no longer be described as a 'disaster', it is very likely to be a catastrophe , just relying on a villager can't stop it."
Several Miao elders fell silent after listening.
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