Brother Wen told me that he was an immortal person. Every time I close my eyes, after a few years, I will climb out of the Wuxiangmen one day.
In 1921 Qingming, in Tianjin Wei, I remember it rained a lot. He came out of Wuxiangmen for the 11th time, covered in blood. I rushed to pick him up and couldn't help but ask a question.
I said why come and go, why do you always have to come back, is there someone who can't let go
He was not easy to get along with as rumored, he ignored me, turned around and left. After a long while, he turned around and asked if I had anything to eat
Later, I read some old books and found out that the judges are in the same vein, full of clarity and impartiality, and what they cultivate is no hanging, no hindrance and no obstruction. The question I asked that day was a daydream, and I read a lot of words.
This year, Gu Yu was given to him by myself. Two pots of paper were burned, and seven incense sticks were lit. His appearance did not change, just the same as when I picked him up.
Houshan Baimei has opened three branches, I don't know how many years he will be able to sleep well this time.
April 25, 1995, it rained heavily
Shen Bridge in Xi'an
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"Twenty-five years."
"What?" The driver raised his voice subconsciously.
This year's Qingming Festival, Ningzhou is also pouring rain. When the taxi came out of Jiangjun Mountain, it was already dark, and the traffic broadcast reminded for the nth time that "it is slippery in rainy weather, pay attention to the road ahead", but the driver couldn't help but look at the people in the back seat.
He picked up two strange guests, one old and one young.
The little boy was very thin, he was only six or seven years old, but he was wearing a T-shirt that was too wide. He seemed to have fallen and was wet from head to toe, half rain and half mud. Before getting into the car, the driver pulled out a large towel for him, but he didn't say thank you.
To be precise, he didn't say a word until he suddenly said a word. The voice was low and cold, without any milkiness, it really didn't look like a child.
The driver suspected that he was listening wrong, and couldn't help but ask again: "Little boy, are you talking?"
The boy didn't say anything, just looked at him. The eyes were reflected in the rear-view mirror, and the pupils were large and black.
The driver added: "The radio was too loud just now, and my uncle didn't hear it clearly, so he heard twenty-five or five years or something."
The boy remained silent.
The driver laughed dryly: "Children?"
The valve core of the child may have been pulled out.
The old man next to him finally couldn't see it, and said with a smile, "He's answering my words."
The driver murmured even more after hearing this, "Did you talk just now? I found that I had a problem with my ears when I entered a mountain."
"No." The old man turned the old ring on his index finger, rubbed the word "Shenqiao" on the ring with his dry belly, and said, "I didn't say it just now, I asked before."
The driver said "oh".
He didn't know how long ago the "before" meant, otherwise he might not go "oh".
There are many rumors in the area of General Mountain, and no one wants to come here on weekdays. That is to say, the business has been deserted recently, so as soon as Didi called, he took the order and regretted it.
There are no street lights in this area, only the reflective strips on the guardrail glow faintly. The rain was really heavy, and the shadows of the trees on both sides twisted and twisted, like draped hair.
Sometimes when I suddenly glanced at the rearview mirror, I felt that the faces of the two people in the back seat were as pale as paper.
While meditating on the psychological effects and psychological effects, the driver couldn't help but feel a little hairy. He could only rely on small talk to relieve himself.
He asked the old man in the back seat, "Why did you come to the mountains in this shabby weather? It's hard to get a car here."
The old man looked at the boy beside him with kind eyes and said, "It's difficult, there's no way, I have to pick him up."
Driver: "… oh."
He didn't dare to ask why a child would wait for someone to pick him up in the mountains, so he had to say, "It's raining really hard. The temperature has dropped recently. Is it cold for the child to wear so little? Why don't I turn on the air conditioner?"
The old man still smiled, shook his head and said, "He won't be cold."
Driver: "… oh."
This "not cold" and "not cold" must have the same meaning. He thought so, but the sweat was already down.
He rubbed his hands on his trousers embarrassedly, glanced in the rearview mirror again, and said cheerfully, "This child in your family is really good-looking, at first glance, he looks like a handsome boy with fair skin—"
It was all white.
"—How old are you, it's time to go to school?"
The little boy who had been holding his head in the back seat finally couldn't listen anymore, raised his face, stared at the driver in the rearview mirror for a few seconds, and his stomach growled.
Wet water dripped down the ends of his jet-black hair, he licked the corners of his chapped lips and said, "Hurry up, I'm hungry."
His voice was that of a young man, cold and low.
The driver didn't know what to think, so he was shocked and never said a word since then.
No one knows how the car finally got to Minghuafu. Anyway, the usual 45-minute drive took less than half an hour this time.
Minghuafu is the earliest villa area developed in Ningzhou, and it was very popular at the beginning, because a theme park and a wetland park will be built next to it. Who would have thought that the park had been built for three years and suddenly it was unfinished, and the wetland park was nowhere to be found. Minghua Mansion suffered, from being looted by thousands of people to nobody caring about.
Expensive is really expensive, and scarcity is really scary.
The north gate is commonly used in the community, but the old man asked the car to park at the west gate, and he got off first.
The driver in the driver's seat is no longer good enough. Whenever he does a little bit, he stretches his head out and takes a look. He can see that the old man's movements are very strange. There is a sense of frustration when he raises his hands. It's like something can move when it's held on its back.
The old man put the umbrella on his shoulders stiffly, freed his hand, took out a piece of silver foil from his pocket, and set it on fire.
The silver foil shrank in an instant, turning into a thin ash, the sparks fluttered, and the traces of two words could be vaguely seen—Smell Shi.
The old man then waved to the people in the car and said, "This door can be left."
When Wen Shi got out of the car, he was no longer the size of a child, he looked like a teenager, 15 or 6 years old. The clothes that were originally too wide now fit a lot, but the pants are still too long.
He didn't care, he stretched out his hand to take the umbrella on the old man's shoulder. The black umbrella was tilted to block the cold rain that was blowing diagonally. He raised his chin at the old man and said, "I don't know the way, so I will follow you."
This is the 12th time he has come out of Wuxiangmen, and every time someone has to lead the way.
Shen Qiao picked him up twice. The last time Shen Qiao was only 18 years old, wearing a silk jacket and a crisp melon rind hat, he called him "Brother Wen" and asked him a melon rind question.
This time, Shen Qiao looked like his grandfather. In front of outsiders, it was no longer easy to call him "Brother Wen".
But even if he was careful, the driver was not too frightened.
When passing through the gate, there was a suona sound in the northeast corner of the community.
As the saying goes, there is no one who cannot be blown away by a suona. The taxi driver was woken up by the two blows, and with a bang of the accelerator, he galloped into a phantom in the rain, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
When he smelled it, he retracted his gaze from there, and licked the corner of his mouth again. In such a few minutes, he grew a lot taller, and the folds of the trousers stacked at the ankles were completely straightened, and he was already a young man.
"Are you really hungry?" Shen Qiao asked.
"What do you say?"
"It's a pity." The old man sighed faintly.
"how?"
"You have to find something to eat this time."
Wen Shi followed him around a garden and walked east along the path. Before he could ask him why, he heard the sound of suona gongs and drums.
The rain hasn't gotten smaller, and the air is very humid, but you can still smell the fine scent of incense, ash, paper money. Ordinary people can't smell the difference, but they can smell it. This smell is very familiar and belongs to the Shen family.
"I brought a child to take over." Shen Qiao glanced at the villa in front of him and said, "I was raised with one hand, and it's similar to me. I'm 18 this year, except for being a little timid, everything is good."
When smelling: "… "
He couldn't hold back: "You brought a cowardly person back to do this?"
Shen Qiao couldn't hold back: "How did I know he was so timid when I raised him?"
Wen Shi: "Then you are really good."
Shen Qiao: "Exceeded the prize."
When smelling: "… "
That is to say, now that Shen Qiao is too old to fight. Smells like a stinking thought.
Shen Qiao glanced at the villa again, and saw a boy wearing hemp and filial piety coming out of the gate, and finally felt relieved.
He gave Wen Shi an old long bow and said, "Brother Wen, Shen Qiao is fortunate to have known you for so many years. Now I'm leaving. You are fine."
He thought about it for a while, and then added: "Release as soon as possible."
After speaking, the rickety old body collapsed. The white-haired old man has disappeared, and there are only the clothes and trousers he just wore on the ground. A few slender white plum blossom branches are exposed from the collar.
The suona sounded, and the wild trees did not know the spring.
When he smelled it, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he had really slept for many years...
He held the umbrella to block the slanting rain for the cotton thread plum branches, bent over to pick up the clothes, and stood silently for a while. It wasn't until I heard footsteps approaching that I raised my eyes—
The boy who was wearing hemp and filial piety came over. Judging by his age, he must be the one who took over from Shen Qiao's mouth.
Wen Shi had a bad personality, and after so many years, he still didn't like to talk to strangers. He held his clothes and looked down at the little boy in front of him who was almost a head shorter than him.
The dwarf stopped in front of him, stared at him for a long time, and finally realized that if he didn't speak, they could stand until tomorrow.
"I know you," said the dwarf.
"Oh."
"Grandpa said that I will take over in the future, so we have to live together." Shorty said again.
"Um."
"But I have no money."
Hearing this, Wen Shi finally had a relatively big reaction. He was a little shocked.
In the past few years, he has left a lot of good things to Shen Qiao. Of course, this kind of good things are not the gold and silver jewelry in ordinary people, but some other special things, which are only circulated among them. thing.
Just as tin foil money is used for spiritual officials, incense offerings are used for immortal officials, and merits and spirits are used in the human world. There are many types, ranging from the spiritual energy that comes from the Sendai Buddhist Hall to the evil spirits that are collected by ghosts and ghosts, tangible and intangible.
In short, Wen Shi has saved a lot of life and death over the years, and he has left it to Shen Qiao. If he can exchange a little bit and exchange it at a special place, he can live the life of a rich man. Why is there no money? ?
"Impossible." Wen Shi finally said a long sentence, "Didn't Shen Qiao tell you that I left something?"
"Tell me, the basement is full, packed with different things, neatly lined up." Shorty was silent for a few seconds, "But it's all empty now."
"What's the meaning?"
Shorty was silent for a moment, then said, "Because this line is gone."
In fact, he still doesn't quite understand what class he took, only that Shen Qiao raised him, and he agreed to do whatever he wanted.
In order to make himself understand better, he always looked through the ancient books at home, and there was a passage in it that said: All actions are impermanent, all leakages are suffering, and all living beings are evil.
It almost means that all sentient beings are suffering, they have too many obstacles, and there are more or less resentment, hatred, jealousy, etc. in their bodies. If you look at them from a distance, you will be entangled in dirty fog.
A judge is a person who is invited to clear up right and wrong. Of course, such a person must be clean and clean.
Shen Qiao always said that he was clean, but apart from being clean, he couldn't fart, he couldn't get on the roster at all, and he couldn't continue the pulse.
The so-called judges have been passed down from the ancestors, and there are many capable people. After a long time, they have divided into many factions. The relationship is close and far, and they gradually become irrelevant.
The disciples and grandchildren of your family cannot be counted as someone else's family.
so…
"As soon as Grandpa leaves, this vein will be broken." Shorty lowered his head, looking extremely depressed.
As the old saying goes, people take tea to cool, and it is most obvious in these spirit officials, immortal officials, and judges. As soon as the vein is broken, the line will be sealed, and those spiritual things you have saved will also disappear.
He digested what he meant when he smelled it, and then his brain started to hurt.
The dwarf had no eyesight, and when he was finished, he asked him, "Then do you have any other money?"
When he smelled it, his face was cold: "No."
I have died a few times, and there is a fart.
"I guess so too." Shorty sighed, "Then we may have a bit of a hard time in the future."
When I heard this, I was a little irritated.
Other than that, the lack of money made him anxious, and he kind of didn't want to live anymore.
Shorty may have seen his mood, he considered it for a moment, and then added: "Uh... In order to reduce the pressure, I put two empty rooms on the Internet."
Wen Shi, as someone who had been dead for a long time, didn't understand what "hanging on the Internet" meant, so he said "um" to express his doubts.
Shorty shook his phone and explained, "For rent."
The author has something to say:
Read to me: When you smell it, you feel it. The dwarf is not attacking~