the last priest

Yu'er's clothes seem to have never been changed for ten thousand years, she is still the same set, she also seems to never know the cold, two small arms like lotus roots are exposed outside, Yu'er is very happy for my arrival, she pulls my hand The clothes kept calling "brother".

On the contrary, Yu'er's mother was a little surprised that I came, she only gave me a quick glance in front of the door, and then returned to the room again.

There was a slight sound of footsteps in the yard, which was the sound of friction between cloth shoes and straw, light and steady.

I turned around and saw that it was Cha Wenbin who was here, and he was just staring at us and smiling not far away, no, to be precise, he was staring at Yuer and smiling.

Yu'er seemed a little cautious about this stranger's visit. She hid behind my back at a loss, and occasionally showed her small face to glance at Zha Wenbin.

"Are you Yu'er?" Cha Wenbin asked with a smile, hands behind his back.

Yu'er was less courageous than I imagined, she didn't answer, but I answered for her: "Yes, Uncle Wen Bin, she is the Yu'er I told you about."

At this time, Zha Wenbin came here wearing ordinary clothes. He didn't bring the Seven Star Sword that made me most greedy, nor did he carry the dilapidated Qiankun bag, just a very ordinary appearance.

Zha Wenbin came over, and he reached out to touch Yu'er's head, but Yu'er kept avoiding him.In the end, his other crooked hand took out something from behind and handed it to Yu'er. It was a girl doll made of paper, which was prettier than mine.

"Take it and play." Cha Wenbin stuffed the paper doll into Yu'er's little hand. Taking this opportunity, he finally touched Yu'er's little head, and then smiled and said to me: "Xiao Yi, take her Go over there and play." The side he mentioned was the east side of the ancestral hall.

Yu'er seems to like this gift very much. Her mother once gave me a boy doll, but I couldn't find it afterwards.I took out the paper doll Zha Wenbin gave me and Yu'er's and made a pair. The two soon entered the game they would play in childhood: play house.

Cha Wenbin strolled in this ancestral hall with his hands behind his back, and soon his eyes stopped on the open door, and he stood outside the door, neither going in nor moving, just watching quietly.

A graceful woman stood in front of the door with a hint of sadness. She looked up and down at this stranger. Also, no one has been here for many years. how come. . . . . .

She sighed, originally she had planned to let the little boy who was playing with Yu'er go, but today came again, she knew that if this continues, this little boy will die soon.

"Why don't you leave?" Zha Wenbin asked coldly, the smile on Yu'er was completely gone.

Wouldn't that woman understand what he was talking about, but she didn't know that the person in front of her only needed to move a hand, and her soul would be blown away.

"Wait for someone." She wailed.

Zha Wenbin is now different from the past. Although the "Ruyi Book" is still far from being able to penetrate, his Taoism is far superior to the past.With a flick of the finger, a piece of talisman has jumped out of the fingertips, and it will fly to the coffin in the house at any time: "If it weren't for the fact that you put away the doll, I am afraid that you two have no chance to stand here now." , since you know that humans and ghosts have different paths, why should you be obsessed with it?"

"I..." The woman knew that she had made a mistake, and she didn't dare to argue anymore. She used that paper doll and gave it to me so that I could be Yu'er's playmate, but things from the underworld, things from the underworld How can a man take it?After a long time, Yin Qi invades the human body, even if you don't get sick, you may suffer disaster.

"I think Yu'er is so pitiful. She wants to have playmates. Every time she sees other children playing in this compound, she can only hide behind this window and watch secretly. She is innocent, sir. Raise your hand high." The woman knelt down to Cha Wenbin after she finished speaking.

Zha Wenbin is not an unreasonable person. Although he is a Taoist priest, he will inevitably deal with these things, but there is one thing that people who learn Taoism are most taboo, that is, ghosts in the underworld must not have anything to do with people in the underworld. .

Throughout the ages, many relationships between people and ghosts have failed to end well because of a separation: yin and yang!

Cha Wenbin sighed and said: "Tomorrow evening, I will send you mother and daughter on the road, and find a good family in the next life." After finishing speaking, Cha Wenbin turned back and prepared to take me away.

Unexpectedly, the woman sobbed and said: "Please let me fend for myself. If he doesn't come, I won't leave. I have been waiting for him for 60 years. He said he would come and take me away."

There are infatuated people, and naturally there are infatuated ghosts. The existence of ghosts is because of a kind of obsession. If you don’t let go, you will not be reincarnated.

Cha Wenbin turned his back to the woman, and he saw that little girl named Yu'er playing wildly with me, and said, "Don't you want this poor child to be able to walk upright in this world?" ?"

Under the moonlight, two children, a boy and a girl, were playing house on the ground. The shadow of the boy was drawn long, while the girl was only surrounded by the snow-white earth illuminated by the moon.

Cha Wenbin got up and picked me up, then gave the paper doll in my hand to Yu'er, touched her little head and said: "Tomorrow, you will have more friends to play with, Xiao Yi, We walked."

When Cha Wenbin stepped out of the ancestral hall, he paused and asked, "Who is he?"

"His name is Chen Fang, and he is a servant of my family." The woman's voice was still choking.

The next day, when I woke up, Cha Wenbin had already gone out with my dad, and the paper figure I hid beside the bed was gone. A little bit worse than before.

Abba took Cha Wenbin to a dilapidated house at the head of the village. The house was really dilapidated. The adobe house was made of slate tiles. It usually rained heavily outside and lightly rained inside.An old man lived in this house and rarely went out, and I only saw it a few times. In the eyes of us children, this old man seemed to be a lunatic.He is very dirty and has a lot of lice on his body. Even if our children encounter him occasionally when he goes out to buy something, we always avoid him, for fear that the legendary lice on his body will jump onto us.

Abba told Cha Wenbin that the old man was 85 years old and was a household with five guarantees in the village.It is said that he is one of the few old people in this village who has seen the world. When my father was young, he would come to chat with grandpa.

It is said that this old man was arrested by the Kuomintang when he was young and became a strong man, and later became a prostitute. After liberation, he returned to the village by begging along the road and lived in that house all the time.

During the Cultural Revolution, he was convicted of two major crimes: being a spy left behind by the Kuomintang reactionaries and seducing the daughter of a big landlord.In short, at that time, these two crimes almost killed him. Later, after the movement ended, he seldom went out, and even when he went out, he would not talk to people. The village would send people to see it during the Chinese New Year. It depends.

The small courtyard was really dilapidated, even desolate, if it wasn't for his father's company, he would definitely think it was a long-abandoned house.

Pushing open the half-hidden door, an unpleasant musty smell came to his nostrils. Cha Wenbin frowned and wanted to fumble for the light switch, but his father said, "Don't look for it, almost no one sees this house." When it’s bright.” As he spoke, he turned on the flashlight, which allowed people to see the whole picture of the room more or less clearly.

The ground was full of potholes, one after another, and the beams of the roof were covered with spiders.The main room was very empty, without any decorations, only a dilapidated Taishi chair, but it was also covered with a thick layer of dust.

There is a pair of old-fashioned photo frames hanging on the innermost wall of the main room. There is a man and a woman in each photo frame, which are sketches drawn with pencils. Needless to say, this is a portrait.

In the past when photo studios were still a luxury, most of the portraits were drawn with pencils by someone who could sketch. After the death of their parents, they were hung in the main room of their own house. This is also a kind of respect for the deceased.

This family is really down and out, because Cha Wenbin didn't see a shrine where incense can be offered, but there are two small broken bowls on the ground, and there are traces of candles on the bowls, just the traces made up by spiders. It has been a long time since anyone came to offer incense.

At this time, there was a violent coughing sound in the room, and Abba whispered, "That should be the person you are looking for."

Cha Wenbin pushed open the door, and the inside of the room was even worse than he had imagined. A door panel was placed on two long benches to form a bed. There was a person curled up in the blackened torn cotton on the bed. Coughing and shaking, this person is Chen Fang!

Cha Wenbin looked around and found that there was an electric light in this room. He successfully found the switch controlled by a string, and with a "click", the light turned on.

"Woo..." The old man on the bed seemed to be uttering a frightened voice from his throat.

The two of them hurried over to take a look. There were bloodstains everywhere on the torn cotton, and there was still blood that hadn't coagulated at the corner of the old man's mouth.

Although he is in his dying years, Cha Wenbin can still recognize the old man's youthful demeanor. He grabbed the old man's trembling hands, felt his pulse, and after a while shook his head to my dad and said, "It's too late. .”

The old man on the bed struggled to get up, Cha Wenbin helped him and asked, "Are you Chen Fang?"

The old man nodded with some difficulty.

"But I still remember that there is someone waiting for you in the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village."

The old man's eyes widened suddenly, and a line of muddy tears streaked across the old wrinkles.