Several people stayed in Guan'er Prefecture for another two days, and after dealing with the follow-up matters, it was very close to the Ghost Festival.
One day at breakfast, Mu Rong, who seemed absent-minded during the whole process, saw that Sang Tong had almost eaten, put down his chopsticks, and said softly, "It's the Ghost Festival in a few days, should we go to Jiuhua Mountain? ?”
Zeng Tianhan slammed his chopsticks lightly: "Li Hanchu's matter is settled, but I still have one thing I need Sang Tong to help me with. She has already agreed?"
"That's right, this is my job. I have already promised Zeng Tianhan to help."
Murong lowered his eyes: "Oh, then it's okay to go after you're done with work... as long as you can catch up." After speaking, he left lonely.
For the first time, Su Sifang's usually calm face showed a look of displeasure. She stared at Sang Tong, and just about to speak out to persuade her, Sang Yu pushed the bowl: "Sister Tongtong, are you and Zeng Tianhan a bit too much? "
Sang Tong was startled: "What's wrong with us?"
"Why do you target Mu Rong like this? Just because one thing didn't meet your requirements, are you going to do this? Just because of this one thing, you denied all the good things about him? And this trip we originally My plan was to go to Jiuhua Mountain, and it was unplanned to stop in Guan'er Prefecture."
Intellectually, Sang Tong has already agreed with Sang Yu's words, but his mouth doesn't obey, saying: "She was the only one who could move at that time, and her inaction almost killed you."
Sang Yu looked at Sang Tong disappointedly: "If it wasn't for Mu Rong, I would have given my life a long time ago. Why would I come to Guan'er Prefecture? How did she make her hands? How did the chains on her body come from? Was it because She violated the instructions below and didn't hook my soul? Sister Tongtong, think about it carefully, aside from this matter, how much Mu Rong has done for us, has she asked for anything in return? She is a human being, not a fairy, Her abilities are limited, and she has tried her best to do her best. Why are you so harsh? How can you not distinguish between right and wrong, and turn black and white? This is what you promised Mu Rong, but now you suddenly say that, you used to be not This way." Sang Yu got up and left.
Sang Tong looked at Sang Yu's back and opened his mouth, wanting to explain to her that he didn't think so.
As soon as this thought flashed across, another dark voice immediately denied it.
"That's what I think. Yuwaer is someone I have cared for for fifteen years. Murong's mistake almost cost Sangyu his life. It is unforgivable."
Su Sifang clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and said, "Amitabha."
Under Sang Yu's "urging", Sang Tong fulfilled his original promise and made an agreement with Zeng Tianhan: After finishing the work on Jiuhua Mountain, he will come to Guan'er Prefecture again on the return trip, and return to the Northeast after finishing this matter.
The next day, Sang Tong booked the earliest flight to Jiuhua Mountain.
According to legend, this place used to be the ashram of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the roots of Jiuhua Mountain lead directly to the underworld.
At the time when the gate of ghosts is opened on the Ghost Festival, casting spells here will allow you to psychic until you never see the sun. Tiewei Mountain is the place where Mu Rong's mother served her sentence.
There is an unnamed small temple on Jiuhua Mountain, and the four of them temporarily stayed in this small temple.
The golden body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is enshrined in the main hall. Outside the hall is a rectangular square. At the end of the square is an old tree covered with red strings, and there is a well under the tree.
The few monks in this nameless temple drink water from this well on weekdays.
On the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival, Sang Tong set up a magical case in front of the well. The moon was in the sky, and the reflection of the moon was completely reflected in the well.
Sang Tong burned incense and amulets, said a spell to the mouth of the well, and said to Murong: "You can see your mother now..."
Murong rushed to the edge of the well, holding the cold stone at the mouth of the well, and stuck his whole head in. After a while, a voice came out: "Mom."
Sang Tong looked up at the moon in the sky, and said: "The length of this meeting is determined by God. When the reflection of the moon cannot be fully displayed in the well, your mother's figure will disappear."
Several people returned to their respective rooms, and the sound of murongqiang's self-repressed sobs echoed in the courtyard.
No one knew how long it took for Mu Rong and her mother to meet after sixteen years.
No one came out that night, even the monks in the temple stayed in their rooms for evening classes, leaving the courtyard to Murong alone.
Mu Rong sat by the well overnight, and after the picture of her mother disappeared, she leaned against the well and looked up at the moon.
Murong was outside, Sang Yu was inside, Murong sat all night, and Sang Yu stayed up all night.
When it was daylight, Sang Yu secretly opened a corner of the window and watched Murong sitting by the well in a daze, stubbornly guarding the well and refusing to leave, as if she was lost and waiting for her mother to find her child.
Sang Yu was heartbroken watching: the stronger a person is, the more distressed he is when he occasionally shows weakness.
When eating breakfast, Mu Rong bowed deeply to Sang Tong and thanked him; now it's embarrassing to change Sang Tong.
The four of them did not stop at Jiuhua Mountain, and returned to Guan'er Prefecture without stopping.
On the day when the car broke down, Zeng Tianhan and Sang Tong exchanged information in a way that seemed to be small talk. Zeng Tianhan said: He encountered a difficult incident and needed Sang Tong's help.
Sang Tong thought it was Li Hanchu's matter, but Zeng Tianhan told her afterwards that it was not, and there was another matter that Sang Tong needed to help deal with.
"Let me just say, how could the Bureau send you to deal with such a big matter, involving the Yelou River Monster, which is related to the livelihood of the people, it would be too hasty to send you here."
Zeng Tianhan smiled: "The matter of Li Hanchu is just a coincidence, and you need to handle another matter for me."
"Troublesome?"
"That's not true, it's just that the thing is very smart. It saw my origin and fled to the other side of the Yelou River."
Sang Tong understood: Immortals do not cross the river, and Zeng Tianhan, as the direct descendant of Northeast Shamanism, cannot bring mana to the other side of the river.
The five of them took the bus and drove for 40 minutes to Xiabian City on the other side.
After getting off the bus, Zeng Tianhan went to the window to buy five more tickets, and the group boarded the bus again, and the bus arrived at the stop in two hours.
Once again, Zeng Tianhan took a few people into the small passenger car, which was very dilapidated, the windows could be opened, tickets were sold on the bus, every trip was full, and the passenger car could be parked on the side of the road at any time.
The route of this bus is almost all dirt roads, very bumpy, tall buildings can no longer be seen from the window, and the air is filled with the smell of livestock manure.
Sang Tong frowned, suppressed the discomfort, and asked, "Where are you taking us?"
"It's almost here."
"How do you know this thing is here?" Didn't you say that if you are in the river, you will lose your mana
Zeng Tianhan lowered his voice, leaned closer to Sang Tong's ear and explained: "Before I set off, I asked the old fairy to figure it out for me. The location was pointed out by the old fairy, so it can't be wrong."
"How far is it?"
"It's almost here!"
After getting off the minibus, it was already afternoon. Sang Tong and the others were hungry, but the place where they got off was a dirt road with no signs, signs, and no houses, let alone restaurants.
It can be described as not going to the village and not going to the store.
Zeng Tianhan, however, was full of confidence, he raised his hand to check the time, the old fairy had pinpointed the route and time for him, and the journey would be smooth.
"Zeng Tianhan, where is this? Where are you taking us?"
"Hush, there are three minutes left, it will be here soon."
Two minutes later, there was a rapid "chug" sound from one end of the dirt road.
Sang Tong turned his head and looked: "You won't let us ride this tractor?"
"Yes, that's it! The old fairy said: This tractor can take us to our destination."
Zeng Tianhan rushed to the middle of the dirt road and waved his arms: "My fellow, stop!"
"You kid, what are you doing in the middle of the road?"
"My fellow, can you give us a ride?"
"It's okay, but I just pulled the pig into the city with this car, if you don't mind it, come up."
"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it!"
"I'm Xiaohua Village, where are you going?"
"What a coincidence, we're going to Xiaohua Village!"
"What are you doing in our village? Are you visiting relatives? Why haven't I seen you?"
Zeng Tianhan had already done his homework, and replied: "We are students of the Art Department of XX University, and our graduation project is on opera art. I heard that Xiaohua Village used to have a very famous Yue opera troupe, so I want to collect some valuable information. .”
When the man heard this, his face showed pride, but it quickly turned into worry. Sang Tong caught the man's changes and asked, "Uncle, what's the matter? The Yue opera troupe has moved away?"
The man waved his hand: "There are fewer people listening to opera now, and fewer children who are sincerely learning opera. Our village troupe is just an empty shell."
"It doesn't matter, as long as there are old seniors around, we are willing to take a trip! If the stories in the belly of the older generation of artists can be sorted out, they will be very precious treasures, just like Erquan Yingyue back then. Go to Ah Bing's house to sort it out, and this piece of music may be lost."
The man hesitated to speak, but seeing Zeng Tianhan's excited expression, he swallowed back the words: "Sure, come up, if you like, you can live in my house. My wife and I are the only ones in the house. Two of the three tile-roofed houses are vacant." Half, my son works in Gwangju, and he is used to big cities, so he doesn’t want to come back! My daughter is about the same age as you, and she is a sophomore at the University of Posts and Telecommunications. According to her, she wants to work in the capital after graduation, and she doesn’t plan to go back. Home, hey... If I knew this, why would I build a new house? It’s better to live in the old house, and now the house is bigger, just us, it’s very empty.”
The man is very enthusiastic, but also very lonely. In his eyes, Murong and his party are about the same age as his son and daughter, so he naturally started talking.
"However, I heard from the west side of the village that a strange thing has happened in the past few days. My family lives in the east side and can't hear anything, but you can walk around during the day, and at night..."
The tractor started, and the "chug" sound covered up the man's words behind him.