the last priest

After eating, drinking and smoking, Hu Changzi continued on the road with [-] bars on his back. At this time, it was only eight or nine o'clock in the sun, and the humidity on the mountain was heavy. The upper half of the mountain where no one has set foot.

The saying that there is no way in the world, and there will be a way when there are many people walking, is very suitable for the current eldest son Hu.The mountain has only passed halfway, and the road under the feet has disappeared. It is full of vines and vines, and weeds are overgrown. The eldest son of Hu is walking and stopping. He is still carrying a bicycle on his shoulders, but he is not the same Take it easy.

As he muttered, he felt sorry for the fact that the brand new Jiefang shoes on his feet had been ruined by this road. After walking for a short distance, it was as if he had just left to do farm work, and his body was covered in mud.

There is a road, it is also a small hairy road that was opened decades ago. I can't distinguish it clearly now. I can only rely on the general direction to drill in and out of these old trees and vines. Suddenly I feel that the road ahead The child opened up.

Hu's eldest son was overjoyed, thinking that this small mountain is not too difficult to turn, isn't there a road here.He kept climbing up this small mountain road, and he didn't know when it started, the sweat on his head began to pour down like rain, and the steps under his feet became heavier and heavier.

Speaking of which, as the eldest beard was walking, he felt that the [-] bars on his shoulders began to become heavy, and it became heavier and heavier.He is quite strong, he can carry [-] catties of grain on his shoulders for five miles without panting, but today he felt that he couldn't do it when he carried a bicycle weighing dozens of catties, so he wanted to find a place to rest for a while.

This strange thing happened immediately, every time Mr. Hu wanted to rest, the bicycle on his shoulders would become heavier, and he could hardly move under the weight. His hand wanted to put the bicycle down, but he would not listen Do it yourself, if he clenched his teeth and persisted, the feeling of being crushed would immediately ease up.

Hu Changzi tried several times to unload the bicycle but failed, and it seemed that the mountain road made him more and more frightened.

Originally, there were old trees on both sides of the path, and weeds were overgrown inside, and they were all covered by bushes as tall as a person, but now he seemed to see one or two raised hills in the bushes.

What is this mountain bag?He didn't dare to think about it in his heart, he just wanted to go to the other side of the mountain to send the funeral letter in the bag, but he couldn't walk any further, so he stopped there to take a rest, which was really I can't move anymore.

Suddenly, he heard a child's laughter behind him.Where are the children in this barren mountain?Hu Changzi looked up and saw that the trees here were too tall and dense, and they blocked the sun that day. Although it was ten o'clock in the afternoon, it seemed that the sun had already set at this time. The child laughed The sound became more and more clear, as if it was next to my own ears.

Hu eldest son was a little scared, and he regretted accepting this job. It is said that Mrs. Wang and the master passed away because of the difficult road of the distant relatives. No one is willing to give it away, and this relationship must be broken.

He was quite conflicted. If he went back to the village and said that he was timid and dared not send letters, so that people cut off his relatives, he might be regarded as something by others, then he would be completely helpless in Wangzhuang.But if he wanted to continue on his way, his calves were already weakening, and the child's giggling laughter never stopped for a moment, so he really didn't dare to go any further.

Just standing there in a daze, neither walking nor returning, Hu Changzi suddenly felt that his ears were severely twisted, he turned his head suddenly, and immediately the three souls scared two and a half souls away. What is being carried on it is still a bicycle, it is clearly a big black coffin!On the coffin, there was a little boy wearing a shroud looking at him with a smile, but the expression on his face was obviously not normal, because it was a pale face, as if it had been painted with batter. There are also two little red dots.

Hu eldest son screamed "Oh my god", and without knowing where he got the strength, he threw the bicycle on his shoulder to the ground.He only heard a sound of "clang", and he threw the brand new [-] bar onto a big tree next to it, and the bell rang loudly when it hit it.Hu Changzi knew that he must have seen a ghost, so he was so frightened that he pissed off, and rolled down the mountain for seven or eight meters, only to hear a "bang" from his back, and hit a hard object. It took a while, and it took a while to slow down.

When he turned his head to look again, he was blocked by a mossy stone, and he secretly rejoiced that if it wasn't for this stone, he would have fallen to his death.Holding on to the big rock, he stood up unsteadily, wanted to rub his back a few times, looked up, and saw that the place was full of small hills, each with a stone vertically standing in front of each small hill. with.

Hu Changzi shook his body and bowed his head, the stone he was holding on to was still engraved with words!Although he was illiterate, he knew very well that this thing was a tombstone, and when he co-authored with him, he would have rushed into a mass grave!

He didn't care about the bicycle anymore, and ran down the mountain with his head in his arms like he was dying. After running for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the appearance of a village at the foot of the mountain. At this time, he heard the child's laughter again.Hu Changzi thought he was doomed, this time he must have been entangled by wild ghosts in the mountains, his legs gave way and he immediately sat on the ground, thinking that his child was still a baby and his wife was still young, maybe he died before he died. After that, he took the baby and remarried immediately. He was so desperate.

After a while, the laughter got closer and closer, and a little girl in a floral red dress came out of the forest. The eldest son Hu saw it, oh my god, there's another one!Now he really didn't have the strength to run anymore, thinking that he was going to die, he knelt down towards the little girl as soon as his heels softened, and said in his mouth: "Please let me go, my family There is also a newborn baby, I will definitely burn more gold and silver treasures for you when I go back..."

The little girl looked at the uncle kowtowing and kneeling for no reason, and immediately shouted: "Grandpa, come and see, there is a lunatic here."

Hu Changzi looked up and saw an old man with a basket on his back leading the little girl and looking at him vigilantly. Seeing his madness, the old man scolded: "Where did you come from crazy, come here to play wild and scare my granddaughter?"

The eldest bearded son heard it was a human voice, but when he saw it again, he was indeed two big living people.Living in the countryside all year round, he knew that he was a herbal picker when he saw this outfit, so he wiped away his tears and snot and said, "I was a messenger, so I thought I encountered a ghost."

"Bah!" the old man cursed, "in broad daylight, what the hell, I think you are here to curse our grandparents, see if I won't beat you!".After finishing speaking, the old man casually picked up a wooden stick and leaned against the eldest son Hu to push him over.

Hu eldest son raised his hand to block it, and said, "Don't, don't, I'm from Wangzhuang to deliver a letter. I really encountered a ghost just now!"

The old man looked at eldest son Hu suspiciously, and asked, "What letter did you send? Why did you send the letter to this mountain?"

"Sangxin, I came from Wangzhuang." After Hu's eldest son finished speaking, he was eager to take out the letter in his pocket as a proof, but the old man scolded him: "Don't take it out, it's bad luck! Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah!" !” Then the old man hastily turned his head and walked back with his granddaughter.

The eldest son Hu took a few steps forward and shouted, "Hey, old man, I want to ask you something, where is this?"

The old man dropped three words without looking back: "Fang Family Village!"

Fang Family Village?Hu eldest son looked back and sighed, "Oh my god, I turned over the entire Lion Mountain!"

This Fangjia Village already belongs to Anhui. The other side across the Lion Mountain is Wangzhuang. The first place you turn over is Fangjia Village. After passing through Fangjia Village and walking forward for a while, you will find Hemu where the recipient is. He rushed, but he didn't expect that he would walk down the road. The bicycle was lost, and the bag of white rice cakes was lost together with the bicycle. He tied the bag to the handlebar for convenience.When Hu Changzi thought of this, his heart trembled, the big black coffin and the child. . . . . .

He didn't dare to stop any longer, and kept a distance of twenty meters behind the old man, and kept going down the mountain, and finally arrived at He Muchong to deliver the letter before the sun went down.

I brought the distant relative who received the letter, but he refused to go over the mountain for life and death, and there was no money in his pocket, so the two of them had to change cars and leave.The bus back then was not like it is now, it went wherever it wanted, and it was evening again, and by the time the two of them turned back to Wangzhuang hungry, it was already the day that Mr. He was going to have his funeral.

By the way, the eldest son Hu didn't dare to talk about the loss of the car after he got home. He just sprinkled rice and tea according to Zha Wenbin's previous instructions, and fell asleep.

So what did Cha Wenbin do in the past few days?He hadn't closed his eyes for two nights in a row, and he also knew a lot of people from the provincial capital.

On the third day, when Curator Jin personally brought a convoy to pull He Lao's body, the daughter-in-law of Mr. Hu, who was in her early twenties, rushed to the Wang family compound holding the crying baby, yelling, "Help me, help me!" Help, my parents are dying!"