My master is the coffin

Chapter 328 Death
We stopped the woodcutter.Then he was forced to ask him, who ordered him to walk back and forth from Dasheng Village with firewood on his back.

At the beginning, the firewood bearer didn't admit it, but wanted to deny it.But how could this little trick be fooled by Wushuang and me?The two of us frightened him a few words.He just said everything.

It turned out that this kid was a sheep herder.Every day, I drove the sheep out early and returned late, and picked up some firewood to carry back.At the beginning, I burned it myself, and sold it if I picked up too much.Later, he simply brought his tools, cut firewood and came back to sell.For a time, the days passed smoothly.

This place is not backward, but this does not prevent some old men and women from liking the backward way of life.

A few days ago, the sheep carrying the stickman had a problem and started to die one after another.These sheep are his greatest property.He took the sick sheep to the veterinarian, however, to no avail.

He was so worried that he couldn't eat or sleep well.In a vague way, I heard an old man saying to him: "You herd sheep and eat grass every day, and chop firewood with a knife. As everyone knows, the grass is the hair of the mountain, and the trees are the bones of the mountain. You have offended the mountain god. So I give you A little punishment."

When the wood-carrying man heard this, he was frightened out of his wits.Turning around, he bowed his head and begged for mercy.

At this time, he saw a smiling fairy, and this fairy probably just flashed away.The immortal said with a smile: "As long as you can turn over a new leaf, I will give you a chance."

The wood-carrying man hurriedly asked the mountain god: "I have reformed my past, I have reformed my past."

The mountain god thought for a while and said, "Have you reformed yourself? I want to see your performance. If you really reformed, I will naturally remove your punishment."

The firewood-bearer thanked him a lot, and then begged: "Those sheep are ignorant. I drove them to the mountains to graze. I made a mistake, please don't punish them."

That's a smart way to say it.On the surface, it means that one person does things and one person is responsible, and its inner purpose is to keep his own property.

The mountain god was silent for a while, and said: "All things are mutually restrained and grow together. It is only natural for your sheep to eat the grass on the mountain. However, there are too many of them. If this continues, I am afraid that within a few years, Qingshan will die. It will become a bald mountain. It takes a few kennels to get into the pond, and an ax to get into the forest. This is the reason. From now on, you can’t raise more sheep than today. The mountain god thought for a while, and then said: "As for the sick sheep. How about this, you go to the mountain tomorrow to find the biggest peach tree. Take the root of the tree in the east direction, bring two pieces back, and decoct them in boiling water. Three times After that, they'll be fine."

The wood-carrying man stopped at this point, and then tentatively said to us: "It's gone."

Wu Shuang asked with disbelief: "It's gone? Are you sure it's gone?"

The firewood-bearer thought for a while and said, "It's really gone. The next day I went to the mountain and dug the root of the peach tree. My sheep looked better after drinking it. But when I dug again later, Someone always stopped me on the way and took away my tree roots. So today I deliberately waited until it was almost dark to come back."

Wushuang looked at me and said solemnly: "There is a problem here, are these two immortals the same?"

I shook my head: "How can there be so many gods in this world? These villagers don't understand. When they see mountain spirits and ghosts, they think they are gods."

I asked the backwood man, "Did you see the gods with your own eyes?"

The wood-carrying man scratched his head and said, "Not with my own eyes. He is a dream entrusted to me."

Wushuang analyzed from the side: "I think this incident was caused by some kind of god. He deliberately made the villagers sick, deliberately told them how to cure the disease, and then deliberately let this woodcutter wander around the world with medicine."

I nodded: "I also think there is something wrong with this fairy. But what is his purpose? Isn't he tired after tossing around so much?"

Wushuang thought for a while and said: "If he is really some kind of mountain god, I guess, he must think that the incense on the mountain is not strong, and he wants to establish a prestige through this incident, so that the villagers can build a temple and offer incense to him."

I scratched my head: "It's also possible, but..."

Before I could finish my words, a sharp voice came from behind: "You two children, why are you still playing here? You have swallowed your breath with your neck twisted."

When I heard this, I was shocked.I turned my head and saw the sister-in-law whom I had met before standing behind Wushuang and me staring.

I asked my sister-in-law: "What's the matter? I died with my neck twisted? What do you mean?"

The sister-in-law waved her hand and shouted boldly: "What do you mean? Don't you understand? You rolled your eyes and died. Oops, I made that fake monk cry to death. You two, go back and have a look."

When I heard this, I also panicked, and greeted Wushuang: "Let's go, let's go."

Before leaving, Wushuang grabbed the arm of the man on the back: "He died after taking your medicine, so don't go. You have to follow."

The man carrying the firewood was trembling and shouted for injustice along the way.

We walked two steps, and suddenly we heard mourning and joy, followed by crying and shouting.The flesh on my face jumped, and I sighed in my heart: "Is he really dead?"

However, I looked at the yard where the sorrow and joy floated out: "This is not the abbot's house, isn't this the filial son's house just now?"

As if to confirm my doubts, a few minutes later, I saw the filial son in white clothes and white trousers, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, hanging a pair of spirit streamers in front of the door.

I took a step forward and asked, "Brother, where is your family?"

The filial son sighed, and said with a dejected face: "The old man is still leaving, hey."

Wushuang and I dragged the woodcutter to our cousin's house. Along the way, we met three or four dead people.Everything is unusual.I began to feel that the purpose of that mountain god was a bit vicious, and he was definitely not for incense.

When we arrived at the abbot's house.He was sitting in the yard, in a daze without saying a word.There are a few people standing around, busy inside and out, helping the uncle with a crooked neck to arrange the funeral.

When the abbot saw me and Wushuang coming back, it seemed like he had a backbone.He stood up from the stool and said, "Yes, yes, you can seduce souls. Hurry up and keep my cousin's soul."

Wushuang looked in the yard again: "It's useless. There is no soul here."

I couldn't help but be speechless: "It's so fast, the soul is taken away as soon as the person dies. It feels like my cousin is really at the end of his life, and the errand is waiting here."

Wushuang said: "There is another possibility that his soul was taken away by something. In short, these people died at the same time, which is unusual."

The abbot listened nervously to the two of us discussing, and then he asked worriedly: "How is it? Can people be rescued?"

Wushuang comforted him: "Don't worry, as long as my cousin doesn't lose his soul, I'll find a way to get him back."

After hearing this, the abbot gradually recovered his complexion.Only then did he see the stickman standing beside him.

The abbot suddenly became furious, took a step forward, and grabbed the firewood-carrying man by the collar: "It's all about you, and it's all about your medicine, which killed my cousin."

The wood-carrying man turned pale with fright, struggled hard twice, tore his clothes, and fled back suddenly.

As soon as he ran to the door, he heard the voice of the elder sister-in-law from the street: "It's at Crooked Neck's house. That kid is definitely not a good person, what he gave you is poison."

The sister-in-law led in a dozen people.Without exception, all of these people had just died in their families.

The stickman backed back in despair.It looked like she was about to cry.

The bereaved are not sane.They quickly formed a circle and trapped the wood-carrying man in the middle.I don't know who called out first.The fists fell like raindrops.

The wood-carrying man squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, and screamed miserably: "I didn't do it, it was the gods who asked me to find the roots. It was the gods..."

Wushuang and I pulled the furious crowd apart.Fei Li explained: "Listen to what he has to say first."

The wood-carrying man told the events of the past two days in detail.The villagers all looked disbelieving: "What nonsense? The gods gave you a dream? Who are you lying to?"

Wushuang turned back and asked the villagers: "Where did you get the news that the roots of the tree carrying the firewood man can cure diseases? Isn't it also a fairy dream?"

(End of this chapter)