the last priest

Yes, they forgot for a while, and this memory disappeared without a trace like a movie clip, leaving them with endless guessing and clueless sorting.

The billowing smoke in the distance indicated that the place they wanted to go was already in flames. Cha Wenbin found that the two writings were written by the same person, but he also knew that the person who left the note was definitely not Lao Dao.

There is a saying in China called to judge people by their characters. The characters written by such an aloof character like Lao Dao will have a hint of arrogance, but the handwriting on these two parchments reveals a reluctance to be subdued by the world. The freedom and ease of the brush strokes are full of true temperament, and there is also a trace of expectation. With this level of cultivation alone, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve.

"This is an expert who pointed out the way for us to survive. Maybe something really happened, but we forgot it. Since we choose to forget, let's forget it. We shouldn't be involved in these right and wrong in our lives, old man The king should be gone, so let's continue to live well. Zheluo, take us down the mountain." As he spoke, Cha Wenbin picked up his bags and looked back at the building that was filled with fire and smoke. In the distance, a thought suddenly flashed in his heart: I have been there before!

The things are very simple, not many, except for those things handed down by the master, he doesn't care if he loses the others, but there is a kettle on the ground with the lid open. Cha Wenbin picked it up and prepared to take a sip and throw it away. Surprisingly, I found a golden tadpole swimming around inside.

"Who released this, Chaozi, did you play a prank?" Cha Wenbin shouted at the crowd.

Everyone gathered around and took a look, yo, it's so fresh, there is no river around here, who would catch a tadpole and put it in it?

"Where am I going to get this thing? Hey, you said it's so cold here, why doesn't the water in your kettle freeze?" Chaozi reacted quickly, and he always thought of things that others couldn't think of.

Asked by him, it is true that the place is extremely high above sea level, snow is accumulated all year round, a pot of stagnant water is placed outside in the icy and snowy place, not to mention that the water freezes, even a toad freezes to death, what's more Forget about tadpoles.

Zha Wenbin took a closer look. There should be a trace of white on the big head of this tadpole, and the back is golden and shiny, but there are some small flaws, which make it not so smooth. The first thought in his mind is: Isn’t this A little three-legged toad.

Cha Wenbin was a little excited and said, "Come here, Chaozi, get some dry food, don't make it too big, just get some powder and sprinkle it in for it to try."

Chaozi rummaged through, found a pack of biscuits from the innermost part of the backpack, made a little bit and threw it into the pot, the little tadpole really ate it in one bite!

"It's interesting, it's so easy to feed, why don't you just take it back and keep it as a pet?"

In this way, the tadpole, who had been able to eat dry food since childhood, was brought back.

I really don't know the origin of this tadpole, but I heard from Uncle Chao Zi that they brought it back from a far away place, so Uncle Wen Bin is very precious.When I was young, I was naughty, and I often made a mess of Uncle Wen Bin's room, but he never scolded me, except when I messed with this little tadpole, he would immediately turn on me and beat me up.

It took a while for this incident, and people from above came to investigate with Zha Wenbin. Those who survived that operation were recorded in the files. They took away the parchment left by the "Old Sword", The remaining wishful books were hidden by Cha Wenbin.

The little tadpole grew very slowly and would eat almost anything, moss, rice, or a drop of milk in the water. It was easy to feed, but after several months, it was still a tadpole, showing no sign of growing up.The little guy was left at Zha Wenbin's home, and the matter of Chaozi's vase was over. In short, they all returned to their hometown and started their lives again.

At that time, I was still very young, but since the Temple of the General, I have been in poor health. I had to go to the hospital every three days, but it didn't work.In the winter of that day, he got whooping cough, and the old people said that if the child continued to cough like this, he would be useless in the future.The IV was also suspended, and the injection was also given, but nothing improved.

Later, my mother used homemade methods, such as loquat leaf stewed water, houttuynia cordata stewed water, I drank them all, anyway, what others said was useful, so my mother found a way to make it for me.

At that time, my grandfather was still there, and I didn’t know where to make an earthen recipe, saying that I had to eat the gall of sparrows.There is a saying, everyone knows, it is called: Although a sparrow is small, it has all internal organs!

This sparrow is really only a little bit big. At that time, my father went to catch the sparrow, and then made the guts inside for me to eat.I really ate a lot of weird things like this.The major hospitals are all year-round sick places, and the doctors can't help me. I cooperate with everything from taking medicine and injections. Anyway, no one can look good, either cough or fever.

At that time, my mother was also anxious and wondered if it was time to find someone to take a look.At that time, Zha Wenbin and the others had already returned from Kunlun. During those six months, his door was almost closed, and he stayed in the house all day without knowing what to do. Except for some special people who could go in occasionally, no one else They couldn't find it, because there was a big man who was as fierce as a door god blocking the door of his house. People in their village said that this killing god had a big dragon-shaped scar on his chest, which he couldn't afford to offend.

My father went there in person and was rejected twice, but then got anxious, and my mother took me to his house in person.

My mother is a rural woman with such a loud voice that half the village can hear her yelling.She stood at Zha Wenbin's door and shouted Zha Wenbin's name at the top of her voice. Only then did Zha Wenbin hear it, and when she came out, she saw that it was us, and quickly got someone to take her into the room.

When my mother told him about my situation, he first criticized Dashan severely, and then quickly took me into a room inside.

The room is lit with sandalwood, and there is a portrait of Sanqing hanging on the wall inside. There is a shrine in front, and there are some tributes and incense candles on the shrine, and two futons are placed on the ground.There is a little Eight Immortals table and a stool in the middle. On the table are messy thread-bound books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones. On the wall is my most greedy Seven Star Sword. Boys love to dance swords when they were young. Make a sword.

What makes me even more amusing is that there is a small goldfish bowl in the upper right corner of the table. This thing was a rare item at the time. It is made of jade. It is said that Chaozi brought it back to Cha Wenbin when he returned to the provincial capital to collect antiques. of.

At that time I was still very young and not tall enough. When I took Cha Wenbin to offer incense to Sanqing, I climbed onto his stool in twos and twos, and saw that the fish tank kept nothing expensive. It's not a fish, but a golden tadpole. I thought it was fun, so I poked it with my finger. The guy was so clever that he couldn't hit it no matter what, so I just pinched it with my hand.

"Xiao Yi, what are you doing! Quickly take out your hands!" Zha Wenbin's stern voice came from behind, I was so frightened that I almost slapped the Ming Dynasty jade fish tank to the ground in my panic.

Perhaps in my impression, the chances of Cha Wenbin getting angry are very rare, especially to me, but that time, I saw his stern gaze, so I had to lower my head and wait for the criticism.

Unexpectedly, after seeing the tadpoles in the tank, Cha Wenbin didn't blame me too much, but asked me to go to the futon and kneel to offer incense to the Sanqing on the wall.

At that time, I collectively referred to these kinds of portraits as "Bodhisattvas", so I asked, "Who is this Bodhisattva?"

Cha Wenbin patted my head and said with a smile: "This is not a Bodhisattva, this is the Patriarch of the Sanqing in the sky. You should pay your respects quickly."

I followed Zha Wenbin's wishes, and after kowtowing, Zha Wenbin inserted the incense in my hand, then carried me to the small stool and asked me: "Recently, have you been anywhere to play around?" ?”

I shook my head. In fact, I have been very naughty since I was a child. The more adults do not allow me to go, the more I like to go, such as hide and seek on the cemetery, dig bird nests in the willow forest, cover my head with a plastic bag on rainy days, etc. wait.I know that if I say any of these things, I will be beaten when I go back, so I refuse to say anything.

Cha Wenbin still looked at me and said with a smile: "Speak, I promise not to tell your mother."

If there is any place to go for fun, the only place is the old ancestral hall at the entrance of the village.Before liberation, this ancestral hall belonged to the big landlord’s family in our area. After liberation, it became the collective property of the village. There were also some down-and-out households who went there to make do for a while, but without exception, they would rather stay there for a few nights. Sleeping on the road is not willing to go there to shelter from the wind and rain, they say it is haunted.

The ancestral hall was not far from the elementary school where I was studying, only 500 meters away. I hadn’t studied at that time, but several of my cousins ​​often took me to play around the school, and there was the old ancestral hall among them.

Children's curiosity is natural, and I don't know where they heard about the haunted place, so it became a holy place for exploration in the eyes of their group of guys, and I naturally followed.

On Sundays, we often go there to play, in fact, we go to a group of children to scare themselves in the ancestral hall.For example, older children led us into an open room, then acted cautiously, and then suddenly yelled: "Oh my god, there is a ghost, run!", those older children often They dispersed in a rush, everyone was yelling, like hell, and because I was the youngest, I was often the last one to run out.

In fact, it was such a seemingly boring game. At that time, we played it with great enjoyment.

But some of the doors were locked with the old bolted brass locks, and the doors were also tightly closed, and the windows were covered with old newspapers that had been seriously yellowed many years ago, layer after layer.

It is such a big ancestral hall, we have all been able to enter it, and the straw scattered on the ground proves that it used to be a farmer's warehouse, and now it is a paradise for mice and our paradise.

The buildings in the ancestral hall have the obvious color of the Qing Dynasty. The doors and windows are very elegantly carved. Many of the small black tiles were smashed with stones by troublemakers like us. Through this desolation, we can still see the What a beauty the owner of the ancestral hall is.

And I did see some unusual things in that ancestral hall, so I explained it to Cha Wenbin. . . . . .