the last priest

Cha Wenbin didn't want to send He Lao to the cremation car, he just had to wait for the final ceremony of sending him up the mountain at home. After so many days of tossing, he was also tired, and wanted to go to the hut where He Lao lived for a while.

But after a while, someone knocked on the door and shouted: "Mr. Cha, Mr. Cha, you have to get up and have a look."

With red eyes, Cha Wenbin put on his clothes and followed, and was taken to the eldest son Hu's house.When an old man in the village saw him coming, he pushed open the half-covered door and motioned Cha Wenbin to take a look.

I saw a person on the bed convulsing all over his body, foaming at the mouth, and still muttering vaguely.Seeing this, Zha Wenbin immediately dodged in, grabbed the eldest son Hu, and shouted, "Quick, grab a handful of chopsticks right away."

Hu's eldest son's daughter-in-law was completely out of ideas at the moment, but fortunately a few onlookers were enthusiastic, and the chopsticks were delivered after a while.

Zha Wenbin thrust the chopsticks into Hu Changzi's mouth, then pinched the middle finger and let it go, Hu Changzi bit the chopstick tightly, as if he wanted to bite it off.

"Stop crowding around here, everyone inside gets out!" the village head shouted.The village head of Wangzhuang admired Zha Wenbin. Wang Weiguo's family owed him to Zha Wenbin to come forward. In his eyes, Zha Wenbin was their great benefactor in Wangzhuang.

After driving away the crowd of onlookers, the village chief leaned over and asked: "That Mr. Cha, he just came back from delivering a letter from Anhui, and he looked like this as soon as he got home, did he get rushed by Mr. He?" ?”

Zha Wenbin opened Hu's eldest son's eyelids and looked carefully, then shook his head and said, "No, I showed it to your village. Since that incident, there will be no more deaths in our Wangzhuang in the past few years. Mr. He is not He is from Wangzhuang. Although he was in Wangzhuang when he was young, what he ate and drank is not Wangzhuang's food these years. Although he returned to Wangzhuang, the leaves fell in the provincial capital. Xianqiao passed by last night, and I sent him off on the road, his death will not hurt anyone."

"Then what's wrong with him? Is it because of epilepsy?" The village chief was in a hurry. Wangzhuang has not been peaceful for a while in the past few years. It's not easy.

Zha Wenbin himself knows a little bit of medical skills, and he can prescribe traditional Chinese medicine to solve ordinary minor ailments. At first glance, he thought it was epilepsy, but when he opened his eyes, he knew it was not the case.

The room is still lit, and the eyeballs of normal people will reflect a layer of light under the light, even if they are sick.But there is no reflection in Hu Changzi's eyes at all, and Hui Qiuqiu's eyes are not bright at all, which is a typical sign of being possessed by evil spirits, and a person without a soul has no light.

"I lost my soul." Cha Wenbin said lightly.

"Then what should we do, Mr. Cha, you have to save him. This child has a hard life. He has lost his parents since he was a child. You have seen the situation at home. The light bulb is the only electrical appliance, and the mother-in-law just gave birth again. Baby..." Before the village head could complain, Cha Wenbin interrupted him and said:

"Don't worry, I have a solution, but I can't do it now. In a while, you send someone to Wang's house to get three meats, three vegetables, three fruits, three staple foods, plus three glasses of wine, and bring them here on a tray. I will do this job." I can’t do it during the day, but I’ll come over at night after Mr. He is sent up the mountain. Also, help me find the butcher in the village, and make sure he brings the sharp knife for killing pigs.”

The village head hurriedly called a young man outside and told him to find someone. After a while, a tall and thick man came, with a stench of fish coming from his body.

The butcher is not considered a person of status in the village. At that time, every family in the countryside raised pigs. During the Chinese New Year, the villagers would invite the butcher to kill the pigs. Then pick a piece of meat with the butcher and take it away as a reward.Because slaughtering pigs is a physical and dirty work, most of the people who do it are rough people.

The butcher sneaked into Hu Changzi's room, and then yelled: "Village chief, you called me?"

Cha Wenbin looked up, good guy, this man's body can really compete with the fleshy face.The butcher saw that eldest son Hu was twitching on the bed, so he wanted to go over and have a look, and said, "Hey, what's wrong with this eldest brother?" There was a ball.

Cha Wenbin hurriedly said: "Hey, little brother, don't worry, I called you here to ask you for a favor."

This butcher naturally knew Cha Wenbin, who in Wangzhuang didn't know his name as Cha Taoist priest, he was a living god.The butcher cupped his fists and said, "My name is Tieniu. Please tell Mr. Cha if you need anything."

"Tie Niu?" Cha Wenbin stood up, took a few glances, and suddenly laughed loudly: "What a Tien Niu, Zhang Fei, and Li Kui, I will trouble you two to guard this room for me today. I can't leave before I come, can you do it?"

"Two? You let me and the old village chief stay? I'm fine, but I'm afraid he won't be able to take it anymore. He's getting old." Tie Niu is a real person, and he can say whatever he wants.

"Big brother, come in!" Cha Wenbin shouted out the window.

After a while, a burly man came in with his head down, and said, "Brother Wenbin, did you call me?"

This man has a sloppy face. If you had to compare him with the butcher Tieniu, the tonnage of this guy would probably be even higher.When Tieniu looked at such a guy, he was very surprised: "What's the name of this brother?"

"Me? I don't have a name, and they all call me Hengroulian." After speaking, he himself smiled a little embarrassedly.

Cha Wenbin suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to call him that all the time. After thinking about naming him for a few days, he also said awkwardly: "You two stay here as companions, brother Tieniu, put your pig-killing knife in the This bedside and then you can go out."

Tie Niu pulled out the bright sharp knife inserted in the wooden box, because it was used to slaughter pigs. In addition to the greasy feeling on the knife, blood stains that had soaked into the steel remained on the knife.

He walked up to eldest son Hu swaggeringly, and with a "crush", the sharp knife stabbed down.Hu Changzi shivered and curled up even tighter.

Zha Wenbin asked someone to drag two large benches and put them on the bedside, and let them sit on both sides of Hu Changzi, and then he pulled the old village chief out, and then closed the door and said softly: "When I deliver food to the two of them later, I have to find a person who was born in the year of the dragon in September. If you really can't find it, come to me again. No one else is allowed to enter."

The old village chief immediately said: "Hey, my second son was born in September in the zodiac of the dragon, do you think he can do it?"

Cha Wenbin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, your son, good luck!" Then he walked back to Wangzhuang quickly.

Being so disturbed, he felt that he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply sat in the empty mourning hall and thought about the things that happened a while ago. When he thought about it carefully, there were too many strange things.Originally, I wanted to discuss something with Mr. He, but I gave them too little time.

Mr. He listened to what Cha Wenbin told about what he saw, heard and gained from an archaeological point of view, and he was caught in a cloud for a while, but he gave Cha Wenbin a very important message: In our country, There is indeed a very mysterious organization that collects some unusual things. During his career, many unheard of things have been unearthed, but in the end these things were not kept in the museum, and their whereabouts could not be found , and did not leave any files.Without exception, these things are not precious cultural relics such as gold, silver, jewelry, jade, porcelain, etc., but some seemingly strange shapes, which seem to be used for sacrifices.

If Mr. He was given a little more time, maybe he would be able to decipher the ancient text from Qiangdi, but God has already put an end to him.The last conversation between Mr. He and Cha Wenbin before his death was to ask Cha Wenbin to solve the mystery in his lifetime. This may be his will.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of firecrackers outside had already sounded, and someone rushed in and shouted, "The hearse is almost at the entrance of the village, can Mr. Cha leave now?"

Cha Wenbin put away the things on the table, called Zhuo Xiong, and hurried to the entrance of the village.

All the juniors who were related to Mr. He before his death all knelt on the ground, wearing hemp and filial piety.All kinds of wreaths, white flags, and crying made the village plunge into sadness.

The leader, Chaozi, was holding his father's urn in his hand, his eyes were red, he had been guarding the spirit of He Lao for three whole days, and he just knelt in front of He Lao's coffin for three whole days without a drop of water, his tears dried up, and his throat was sore Shouting dumb.It was his cousin Wang Xin who held the umbrella for him. Cha Wenbin sent someone to bring the funeral sedan chair that had been prepared to Chaozi, then took the urn and put it in, shouting: "Kneel on the ground first, kneel on the ground second, and kneel on the third." How can you kneel down to hell!" Then a handful of paper money was thrown into the air, and all the people began to cry loudly again, and the kneeling people knocked their heads heavily on the urn three times.

Then Cha Wenbin shouted again: "Get up!"

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, four young and strong young men began to walk slowly towards the cemetery under the leadership of Cha Wenbin, carrying the urn. . . . . .