As the temperature got lower and lower, the flavor of the year also became stronger.
Shen Musi greeted the people in the house to do a big cleaning of the whole building, pasted the window couplets, and hung up the red paper-cut lanterns, which added a bit of excitement to the deserted atmosphere of the whole building.
Zhou Jiayu originally wanted to help, but the other four all said that he only needed to concentrate on cooking, and he didn't need to do anything else.
Zhou Jiayu sighed in his heart that having a good cooking skill seems to have an advantage no matter where he is.
The New Year's goods were bought by Zhou Jiayu and several people went out to buy them together. They could have been brought to the house, but Shen Yiqiong insisted on going out, saying that the New Year's taste would be enough. Shen Musi and the others have always been very tolerant of Shen Yiqiong's various demands, and they agreed to see his insistence.
So Shen Yiqiong drove Zhou Jiayu to buy New Year's goods.
Zhou Jiayu didn't react when he first got into the car. When Shen Yiqiong sat in the driver's seat and lit the fire, he suddenly realized: "Shen Yiqiong, aren't you under 18? Do you have a driver's license?"
Shen Yiqiong said bluntly, "No."
Zhou Jiayu: "Then..."
Shen Yiqiong said, "Do you have one?"
Zhou Jiayu said, "I don't... either." He did not have a driver's license.
After getting Zhou Jiayu's answer, Shen Yiqiong stepped on the accelerator with satisfaction, and the car sped out.
The rest of the way, Jiayu was frightened last week, for fear that a traffic policeman would take Shen Yiqiang away halfway. According to the current law, driving without a license has to be detained for more than ten days. After more than ten days, the year has passed, and I have to buy a fart New Year's goods.
However, Shen Yiqiong's driving skills are not bad. He drives quite steadily. He swears that he can actually drive a long time ago, but he can't get a driver's license if he is not old enough. Zhou Jiayu didn't know what to say.
The place to buy New Year's goods is a big market, and it can be said that there are almost everything in it. Shen Yiqing seems to have to spend money and buy a lot of useful and useless things. Zhou Jiayu is stunned.
In the end, when Shen Yiqiong asked to buy bubble water, Zhou Jiayu really couldn't hold back, saying that there were no children at home, what did you buy this for
Shen Yiqiong's eyes widened: "Why don't you have any children? Isn't that paper figure our child?"
Zhou Jiayu: "..." We... we... children? Shen Yiqiong really regarded himself as a godfather.
Shen Yiqiong said: "You can't be careless about preschool education, look at it, if you accidentally cultivate the kind of ignorant paper figurines in Xu Jinghuo's hands, wouldn't you see it carrying a machete when you sleep every day? standing by your bed."
This sentence caused Zhou Jiayu to remember some shadowy memories again, and he stopped.
Without Zhou Jiayu's obstruction, Shen Yiqiong bought it more happily, filled the trunk and back seat of the whole car, and went home happily.
It was the first time for Zhou Jiayu to buy New Year's goods like this. He thought that Shen Musi and the others would talk about Shen Yiqiong after they got home. Who knows, they seem to be used to it, and they resignedly moved those things that Shen Yiqiong bought into the house. Shen Yiqiong took his bubble water rattle and a series of other gadgets to find the little paper man to play with.
Zhou Jiayu always felt that the harmonious atmosphere between them was a bit weird.
When the little paper figurines come here, they always fight with the weasel. At the beginning, he had to suffer a little, but after he had mastered the skill of pinching, he stuck it on the back of the weasel's head and scratched frantically. The weasel was short-handed and short-footed and couldn't resist at all. Zhou Jiayu watched it twist into a flower and even wondered if he would turn into a human on the spot and pull the paper figurine off the back of his head.
But there is a problem with this, Zhou Jiayu found it very troublesome to find that the back of the weasel's head seemed to be bald by the little paper man again... But he didn't dare to tell Xiao Huang about this, but quietly took the little paper man back to the room After educating it, let it focus on other parts, but don't smash the weasel into the Mediterranean again, or the weasel will definitely explode in place after knowing it.
New Year's Eve is really happy, you can eat what you want and meet the people you want.
The day before New Year's Eve, Lin Zhushui sent a sheep over, so Zhou Jiayu set up the stove and made a mutton hot pot. This mutton is not only fresh, but also of good quality. Zhou Jiayu braised some of it, boiled mutton soup, and cut mutton slices to make mutton.
When Lin Zhushui didn't come over to eat, Zhou Jiayu hesitated for a while, but he still served some food first and let Shen Yiqiong take him over to deliver food to Lin Zhushui.
Shen Yiqiong said, "Wow, this is the first time I have delivered meals to Mr.
Zhou Jiayu said, "You haven't given it before?"
Shen Yiqiong's expression was a little painful when he heard the words, and he said, "Do you think that if I give the food I made to my husband, will he love me or hate me?"
Zhou Jiayu: "..." It makes sense.
Shen Yiqiong said philosophically: "Some things, giving them more torture."
Zhou Jiayu recalled the taste of the noodles made by Shen Yiqiong, and actually felt that the word torture was used quite delicately.
When he arrived at the place where Lin Zhushui lived, Zhou Jiayu knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, revealing Lin Zhushui's indifferent face: "Huh?"
Zhou Jiayu quickly handed over the basket full of food in his hand and said, "Sir, I have prepared the mutton you sent. Seeing that you didn't come, I will bring you some."
Lin Zhushui took the basket and nodded, "Go back."
Zhou Jiayu said, "Well..." He actually had something to say, but in the end, he was still stuck in his throat and couldn't say it.
The mutton dinner was warmly welcomed by everyone. The mutton is tender and fresh, and it tastes very good no matter how it is cooked. Shabu-shabu is the most suitable for Zhou Jiayu's taste. The thin slices of mutton are cooked as soon as they are hot, and then dipped in sesame sauce. When you put it in your mouth, you will be filled with the unique umami of mutton. You can chew it without sticking your teeth, and the meat is flexible. And flexible.
The meat from a sheep is more than 30 kilograms, and they eat it from seven o'clock to ten o'clock in the evening, and they are almost solved. The weasel also got a piece of the pie, and nibbled at the big bones contentedly beside him, while the little paper figurine fell asleep in Zhou Jiayu's chest pocket, his head bit by bit, looking very cute.
Zhou Jiayu was hot all over, and his cheeks were flushed. He drank some wine, got a little drunk, and smiled silly. He feels that life is good now, he is very satisfied, and it seems that he has no other extravagance.
On New Year's Eve, Zhou Jiayu made dumplings, and Lin Zhushui came over to have dinner with them in the evening. The TV in the living room was on, playing the lively Spring Festival Gala program.
Zhou Jiayu was holding a weasel in his arms, and Lin Zhushui was sitting beside him. He smelled a scent similar to sandalwood again. The scent was very light, and Zhou Jiayu knew that it came from Lin Zhushui. The smell made Zhou Jiayu feel particularly at ease, and even involuntarily wanted to get closer to Lin Zhushui.
"Go, let's go out and set off firecrackers!" Shen Yiqiong suggested, "I also bought a lot of fireworks."
"Let's go," Shen Erbai stood up first.
So the group walked out, with Zhou Jiayu and Lin Zhushui walking at the end. There were snowflakes in the sky, and it felt a little cool when it fell on the skin. The surroundings were filled with voices and laughter, and it was very lively.
"There is a temple fair in the third grade." Lin Zhushui, who was standing beside Zhou Jiayu, said suddenly, "Let's go together."
Zhou Jiayu thought he heard it wrong at first, he paused for a few seconds before realizing it, and the whole person couldn't be excited: "Okay!"
Lin Zhushui nodded.
"Wow, this is the first time Mr. has asked me out." Zhou Jiayu was so happy, but he couldn't show it, so he could only say to Jiba in his head, "Oh my God, I'm so happy!"
Ji Ba Dao: "Congratulations!"
Zhou Jiayu was dumbfounded.
The crackling sound of firecrackers drove away the Nian beast, and the fireworks blooming in the night sky prayed for a beautiful new year.
The first day of the new year is the day of worship.
In the morning, the people of the Lin family came early, and of course Lin Po was among them. After Zhou Jiayu had breakfast, he realized that they had come to the mountain to worship their ancestors this morning.
Lin Zhushui seemed not to be in high spirits, and his expression was indifferent along the way.
The Lin family's cemetery is private, and the people buried in it are all members of the Lin clan. The cemetery is excellent in terms of environment and feng shui. As soon as Zhou Jiayu entered, he saw a trace of auspiciousness swaying in the cemetery. Although this auspiciousness is weak, it is not an ordinary phenomenon to appear in the cemetery.
Lin Zhushui was fragrant, so he stood by and let the remaining apprentices kowtow to their ancestors one by one.
Zhou Jiayu stood in the back and didn't know what to do. Until now, Lin Zhushui has not made clear the identity of his apprentice. He doesn't know what worship method is more suitable for him... While thinking about this, Lin Zhushui reached out and patted it lightly. He patted his shoulder, raised his chin slightly, and said to Zhou Jiayu, "Go, kowtow to the master."
Zhou Jiayu quickly said goodbye, took the incense from Lin Po, and respectfully stepped forward and kowtowed a few times. Lin Po, who was standing next to him, looked at Zhou Jiayu with a complicated look. Zhou Jiayu couldn't tell what the feeling was, but he could clearly see the suppressed jealousy inside...
Well, being jealous of the head of the Lin family is considered a skill. Zhou Jiayu comforted himself like this.
The Lin family is a master of feng shui, but the way of offering sacrifices is extraordinarily simple. It is nothing more than a few incense sticks for children and grandchildren, and some sacrifices are placed. There are more than 200 people in the Lin family's direct line and collateral line, and it was done in one morning.
The cemetery for lunch has been prepared, and it looks very particular. Some dishes, Zhou Jiayu, can't eat the raw materials.
But no matter how delicate the dishes outside are, Lin Zhushui doesn't give much face. This time Zhou Jiayu paid a little attention and found that he only moved one chopstick, and only picked up one of the asparagus in front of him— It seems to be perfunctory and too lazy to perfunctory.
Lin Po's attitude was also a little different from before. He seemed to know that Lin Zhushui was in a bad mood and spoke very carefully. Lin Zhushui responded indifferently, with a frighteningly indifferent expression.
Shen Yiqiong was uncharacteristically quiet today. He didn't dare to chat at the dinner table, and buried his head in a bowl to eat.
These strange, Zhou Jiayu only understood the reason in the afternoon.
They left the cemetery early, but Lin Zhushui did not get in the car.
"What about sir?" Zhou Jiayu asked in a low voice.
Shen Yiqiong made a silent gesture, and when the car drove out of the cemetery, he said, "Sir, I'm going to see the master and the mistress."
Zhou Jiayu stayed for a moment: "They all..."
Shen Yiqiong nodded.
On the way back, Shen Yiqiong talked about Lin Zhushui's parents intermittently. It is said that the two are well-matched and both are Feng Shui masters. They fell in love at first sight when they first met and got married.
After Lin Zhushui was born, the relationship between the two was even more sublimated. This kind of beautiful day continued until Lin Zhushui's body of the sun gradually appeared. In Feng Shui, the most feared thing is the yin and private things, so the body of the most yang usually has extremely high attainments in this industry. Although this physique will disturb the compass, as long as you learn the method of flying stars in the nine palaces, you can break free from the limitations of the compass with your fingers. But this physique has a great flaw, which is its short lifespan.
Shen Yiqiong said: "At that time, it was rumored in the industry that the ancestors of the Lin family made a fortune for the husband, saying that he would not live to eighteen. Everyone believed it, but they didn't know what the parents of the husband did, and they really did it for the husband. God changed his life, let the gentleman get through the hurdle of eighteen."
Zhou Jiayu was a little sad to hear it.
Shen Yiqiong sighed, and there was a rare feeling of sadness between his eyebrows: "But changing one's life against the sky is against the law of the heavens, both of them died in an accident soon after, leaving behind only eight years of age. Mr. year old…”
At eight years old, even a genius like Lin Zhushui was just a little boy. The sudden loss of both parents must have been a blow.
"It seems that this matter has something to do with the Lin family." Shen Yiqiong said, "So Mr. Lin moved out of the Lin family soon and started his own business."
Zhou Jiayu had always felt that the relationship between Lin Zhushui and Lin Po was a bit strange, but he didn't expect that there would be such a mess.
"So after the ancestor worship every year, my husband is not in a good mood." Shen Yi shrunk in his seat, listless.
Zhou Jiayu felt that he really couldn't help, and felt a little disappointed, and said, "I'll go back that night and cook more dishes that my husband likes to eat."
That night, Zhou Jiayu took some effort to cook a table full of dishes, waiting for Lin Zhushui to come back.
Seeing that he was a little nervous, Shen Musi said kindly, "Don't worry, sir, he will definitely be back, but it will be later, so let's wait."
Zhou Jiayu was a little embarrassed to thank him.
"Mister is in a bad mood on this day every year." Shen Erbai comforted, "We don't know how to persuade us. It's good that you can cook this meal, don't think too much."
The remaining two nodded in agreement.
They were right, Lin Zhushui didn't get home until around 8 o'clock in the evening. Hearing the sound of the car at the door, Zhou Jiayu and Shen Yiqiang ran outside, followed by a weasel and a little paper man who insisted on riding on the back of the weasel.
Looking at their backs, Shen Musi smiled and said, "Zhou Jiayu is here, but the house is a little more popular."
Shen Chaosan usually listened to the silent one, but after hearing what Shen Musi said, he said something meaningful: "Only the house?"
The eyes of the two met, and they both saw what they wanted to say in each other's eyes.
"It should be a good thing." Shen Musi whispered to himself.
A few minutes later, Lin Zhushui sat at the table, and a few people started eating. Compared with noon, his appetite was obviously better, and he even added two meals.
The other five people in the room were very happy when they saw it.
Lin Zhushui is a strong person, and because of this, when he encounters something, it makes others unable to comfort him. It was as if speaking words of mercy were an insult to him.
Fortunately, there is now one more Zhou Jiayu.
The food is very rich, and people are also warmed up after eating it in the stomach. Shen Yiqiong talked about the temple fair in the third year of junior high school, and it must be very lively when he said it.
Zhou Jiayu responded to his words and expressed his expectation.
The house gradually became lively again, and the little paper figurine annoyed the weasel again for some reason, and was grabbed by the weasel and stomped on it. However, after being bullied, it will climb on Zhou Jiayu's arm aggrievedly, begging for comfort.
Zhou Jiayu touched its head.
After eating, Lin Zhushui said thank you to Zhou Jiayu before leaving.
Zhou Jiayu was flattered, and waved his hand to say that you are too polite, sir, if it weren't for you, I would now... He quickly stopped when he said this, because he found that he almost confused his identity again.
Lin Zhushui raised the corner of his mouth and said lightly, "If it weren't for me, you would still be eating and drinking spicy food."
Zhou Jiayu: "… "
Shen Yiqiong said next to him: "Yes, yes, Zhou Jiayu, you don't know how rich you are, my mother, you have five or six seaside villas, but they are all gone now, and all the compensation will be given to the victims. people."
Zhou Jiayu felt like he had nothing else to say except thank you...
Just as children look forward to festivals, Zhou Jiayu also looks forward to temple fairs. On the third day of junior high, he got up early, put the steamed buns prepared last night into the steamer, and ate breakfast with a few people.
The venue of the temple fair was at the east end of the city. Before getting off the bus, Zhou Jiayu heard the loud and noisy voices of people.
Several people got out of the car and approached the street where the temple fair was located with the flow of people.
Although there were people everywhere, Lin Zhushui was still very eye-catching. He was wearing a black half-length trench coat, revealing the light gray V-neck sweater underneath. The clothes are not tightly covered, and you can even vaguely see the beautiful collarbone, the slender neck with beautiful lines, and the slightly raised Adam's apple in the middle of the neck. These parts exude a very eye-catching temperament. Lin Zhushui's closed eyes made his indifferent temperament stronger, but in this indifference, there was another special taste. It was difficult for Zhou Jiayu to describe that feeling, but he noticed that standing Many girls around Lin Zhushui cast their eyes on him as if they were not there.
Zhou Jiayu felt a little hot in his cheeks after just one glance, and looked away uncomfortably.
"It's so lively." Shen Yiqiong likes liveliness and is very happy along the way, "Wow, I want to eat candied haws, do you want it?"
Others expressed contempt for him, saying that it was something that children ate.
"I don't care, I don't care, you have to accompany me to eat!" Shen Yiqiong began to cheat, "Isn't coming to the temple fair just to play games and eat snacks? Zhou Jiayu, come and buy it with me."
After he finished speaking, he didn't give Zhou Jiayu a chance to refuse, and dragged him away abruptly.
There are many patterns of candied gourd here, including hawthorn, strawberry, and grape kiwi. Shen Yiqiong picked five bunches and greeted Zhou Jiayu to go.
Zhou Jiayu said, "Don't buy it for Mr.?"
Shen Yiqiang was shocked: "I want to buy it. Would you give it to my husband?"
Zhou Jiayu thought about it and agreed.
When Shen Yiqiang paid the money, he sighed that Zhou Jiayu was really getting more and more courageous, where was the little hamster who shivered when he saw his husband.
Zhou Jiayu said, "So don't call me a jar in the future..."
Shen Yiqiong laughed, and then rejected Zhou Jiayu's request.
When the other three saw Zhou Jiayu handing the candied haws made of strawberries to Lin Zhushui, they all showed a ghostly expression. But after they saw that Lin Zhushui actually took over the candied haws, their jaws almost dropped.
"It's a strawberry." Zhou Jiayu also explained, "We chose the one that was particularly full. You can taste it. If you don't like it, give it to me."
Lin Zhushui nodded, opened his mouth and took a bite. The strawberry was put into his mouth, causing his cheeks to bulge slightly, which inexplicably added a bit of cuteness to Lin Zhushui.
Of course, Zhou Jiayu only dared to think about the idea that Lin Zhushui is cute.
"Not bad." After Lin Zhushui swallowed the strawberry, he commented, "It's a little too sweet."
Zhou Jiayu said, "Then do you still eat?"
Lin Zhushui said, "Eat."
So several people watched Lin Zhushui eat a whole candied haws with their own eyes. This scene is probably too strange, Shen Yiqiang didn't recover for a while.
The temple fair was crowded with people everywhere, people selling things, people buying things, people performing shows, and people watching the shows.
Zhou Jiayu also saw a fortune teller inside and pointed it to them.
Shen Musi saw that the man was holding a flag in his hand. The flag read: The iron mouth is broken, the four characters are big, and he was happy: "Do you think this person is a fishy or a sharp one?"
Shen Erbai casually guessed: "Judging from this person's face, it is likely to be a fishy situation."
Zhou Jiayu listened ignorantly, and Shen Yiqiong explained to him next to him: "Xing and Jian are both Jianghu dialects. As the saying goes, Xing is a liar's method, and it is used to deceive people. Jian'er means that he has dry goods, at least he has read it. Books on that."
Zhou Jiayu said, "Oh!"
"These liars are all the big enemies of our business." Shen Yiqiong stood beside Zhou Jiayu and didn't move, but Shen Erbai went over there, "It's okay if it's a bit dry, if it's really just Relying on Jianghu methods to deceive people, we have to give him this flag."
Zhou Jiayu said, "Because they lied?"
Shen Yiqiong said: "Because they ruined the name of Feng Shui Gua Xian." The most annoying thing in their business are liars, because those people are doing deceitful deeds under the banner of Feng Shui masters. They have worked hard for 20 years to study art, but they are called liars because of the nasty things these people do. No one can accept this.
Shen Erbai was already in front of the man's table, he sat down directly, and said, "Master, you can do the math for me."
The fortune teller said, "What do you want to count?"
Shen Erbai said, "It's about my mother."
The fortune-teller said: "Lend your left hand to take a look."
Shen Erbai stretched out his hand, and after carefully observing the fortune-telling, he sighed and said, "I'm afraid your mother has been ill for a while."
Shen Erbai said, "How did you know?"
The fortune teller sighed, "Look at your brows are black, Yintang has a white line in your nose, and your hair is withered and yellow... This is a sign of my mother's serious illness."
Zhou Jiayu and the others stood not far away listening to the conversation between the two, Shen Mu said, "It's fishy, sir, what should I do?"
Lin Zhushui said lightly: "Let someone check it out and then deal with it, let him go today."
In just a few words, they seemed to have determined the identity of the liar in front of them.
Zhou Jiayu only thought it was because the person said it was not accurate, but Shen Yiqiong explained: "If your mother is all right, the first question when you go to fortune-telling will be to ask how she is?"
This is also true. Fortune-telling and inquiries are usually about things that are on your mind. If you can ask how your mother is, and then calculate based on the age of the person who asks the hexagram, 80% of the questions are related to illness.
"What if the calculation is wrong?" Zhou Jiayu felt that this was not entirely reliable.
Shen Mu said: "It's not a big deal if the calculation is wrong, even if it's wrong.
Zhou Jiayu was thoughtful.
After Shen Erbai came back, he was very dissatisfied with the fortune-tellers, saying that the craftsmanship of these Jianghu people was getting rougher and rougher. Thinking back then, when these Jianghu people hadn't declined yet, the handbags of gold and the craftsmanship of the Heaven-shattering Yin were staggering. The tongue is praised, but now it has to be blinded.
Zhou Jiayu was full of questions in his heart, but he was embarrassed to be one hundred thousand why, so he thought that he should go back and read the book by himself.
At the end of the temple fair is a large temple dedicated to Buddhist beads. Looking at the people coming and going, this temple must be full of incense.
Lin Zhushui asked them to buy some incense, candles and money paper, go in and say goodbye before coming out.
It was noon now, and there were more and more people around. Zhou Jiayu was walking in the crowd when he suddenly heard someone shout his name out loud.
Zhou Jiayu looked back at the crowd, and didn't find anyone calling his name, but when he turned around, he found that Lin Zhushui and the others had been pushed farther by the crowd.
Zhou Jiayu was about to go over quickly, but someone pulled his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw an old lady sitting on the ground, screaming, "It hurts, it hurts..."
Zhou Jiayu saw that there were so many people around, and the old lady was still sitting like this, afraid that she would be trampled on, so she lowered her head and said, "Old lady, are you all right?"
"Help me up, it hurts." The old lady was wearing a flower gown with a white flower on her head. Although she was dressed a bit strangely, there was nothing strange about her body. Besides, there are so many people around at this time, so there shouldn't be any problem, Zhou Jiayu thought so, and with a force on his hand, he helped the old lady up.
"Old lady, where's your family? Did your foot hurt?" Zhou Jiayu asked about the old lady's injury.
The old lady didn't speak, and looked at him with narrowed eyes. Zhou Jiayu was very uncomfortable when she stared at him. He was about to take a step back, but she saw her very quickly reaching out and slapped him hard on the back. - Zhou Jiayu heard her voice, she said, "Give my grandson's life back to me-"
Zhou Jiayu was shaken all over, he felt as if his whole body was floating, the surrounding environment was distorted, and he seemed to be in another time and space.
After Zhou Jiayu calmed down, all the noisy sounds around him disappeared, and the bustling temple fair streets were empty, except for the snowflakes floating in the sky, rustling on the ground.
The street was quiet, the shops were still open, and the stalls of fried dumplings were steaming hot, but no one was there.
Zhou Jiayu stood on the empty street and looked around at a loss. He felt as if he had arrived at a not-so-good place.
"Quick, Zhou Jiayu!!" Jiba's voice suddenly sounded, "Quickly find a place to hide!!!"
Zhou Jiayu was taken aback and said, "What's going on?"
Jiba said: "Don't ask, it's too late, hurry up!! Enter the temple in front of you and hide under the Buddha statue!! Don't make a sound if you hear anything!"
Jiba's voice was sharp and urgent, Zhou Jiayu had not heard his tone for a long time. After hearing this, he quickly ran into the temple in front of the temple. As soon as Zhou Jiayu entered, he was taken aback by the Buddha statues in front of him. Before, the Buddha statues in the temple were all kind-hearted, but at this time, they all changed their appearance. He glared at the person with his brows and angrily eyes, holding a weapon in his hand, his lifelike appearance, as if he was about to jump from it in the next moment.
Under the Buddha statue, there are some compartments made of cloth curtains to prevent the enshrined fruits and tributes. Zhou Jiayu found one at random and hid in it.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Jiayu said, "Where is my business?"
Ji Ba Dao: "Shh - don't talk yet, be quiet!"
Zhou Jiayu had to shut up.
Wow... wow... wow... Not long after Zhou Jiayu hid in the cloth curtain, there was a strange sound, as if a chain was dragged on the ground. The voice came from all directions, and it quickly approached where Zhou Jiayu was.
Zhou Jiayu held his breath, and saw the outside scene vaguely through the gap in the curtain. Those are black shadows floating in the air. They are shadows, but they are more like human beings, but their feet are suspended in the air, and they wear black chains on their ankles. His face was also hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly, so he slowly floated into the temple.
"Did you smell it?" a voice said, and it was unknown which shadow spoke.
"I smell it." Another shadow answered, "How come there is a smell of living people here, and it's still so fragrant..." One of the shadows lowered his head, as if looking for the source of the breath.
The shadow was standing beside the curtain where Zhou Jiayu was hiding. He lowered his head one by one, and Zhou Jiayu could see his face clearly.
It is not a human face at all. Although the facial features are similar to humans, the face is covered with yellow hair, the eyes are narrowed into a line like a fox, the pupils are invisible, and the whole cheek is stiff like a strange The mask made Zhou Jiayu see a layer of fine hair on his back.
"It seems to be right here, right here." The shadow slowly moved his face closer to where Zhou Jiayu was shrunk, and there was only a thin piece of cloth between his face and Zhou Jiayu. Zhou Jiayu watched him stretch out his hand, which was also covered with hair, and his nails were pointed and long, "Is it here?" Zhou Jiayu's heart almost jumped out of his throat when he heard this sentence , He watched helplessly as the hand was getting closer and closer to him, and he was about to lift the curtain in front of him.
However, the moment his fingers touched the cloth curtain, a miserable cry came out of his mouth: "It hurts—it hurts—"
A shadow next to him said, "What are you doing with the sacrifice!"
"There are living people in there." The shadow said.
"Are you stupid? The living have to become dead when they get here." They rustled and didn't know what to say, and after a while, they floated away from the door again.
Zhou Jiayu breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Jiba, what's wrong with me?"
Jiba said helplessly: "That old lady doesn't seem to be human, you were slapped by her and slapped your soul out of your body..."
Zhou Jiayu glared: "Can this still capture the soul?"
Jiba said: "Yes, if normal people are photographed with one soul and one soul at most, it will be solved by just finding someone to help you summon the soul, but isn't your situation special?" When it said this, it was unexpectedly It also showed a frowning expression - Zhou Jiayu was a little surprised why a bird's expression could be so rich.
"You are not the soul of this body." Jiba said, "So it's a little unstable. I guess she didn't expect to be able to slap your entire soul completely out..."
Zhou Jiayu: "..." He wanted to smoke Jingjing, "What did she mean by grandson?"
Jiba said: "Who knows, it feels like you have killed a lot of people too."
Zhou Jiayu was speechless.
"What should I do now? Just wait here? Can I find a way back?" Zhou Jiayu felt that he couldn't just die inexplicably, "This is the underworld, what are those shadows?"
"My jar, you are going to die, there are still so many problems." Jiba said, "This is not a formal underworld, it is just a transitional place, you come out first, and after you come out, pick up some incense ash and smear it on your temples and forehead. On top, smear more."
Zhou Jiayu looked left and right, and after confirming that no one was there, he quickly ran out of the curtain, and as Jiba said, took out some ashes from the incense burner. When he was picking up the ashes, he always felt that the Buddha statue in front of him was staring at him, which made him a little embarrassed, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'll use a little bit, I'll give you some incense and paper when I board it, you don't remember. Little man."
I don't know if it was Zhou Jiayu's delusion, but when he said this, the expression on the Buddha statue actually softened.
Zhou Jiayu smeared himself with ashes, but he sighed in his heart, thinking that it was unfortunate enough to encounter this during the Chinese New Year, and he didn't know if he could escape this disaster this time.
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Zhou Jiayu: Hmm...? !
Lin Zhushui: It's delicious.