In front of the continuous and verdant mountains, the small village is like a light ink landscape painting scroll, the Hui-style houses are covered with tiles and cornices, the bamboo and ancient trees are dotted in front of the house and behind the house, the stream rushes and spits jade, and the Guhuan yarn pounds clothes in the ancient port village, which is quiet and comfortable.
A blue swirl of mist rushed out of the forest, fell into the stream with a "poof", and drifted downstream with the current On the stone steps at the entrance of the small village, a white-haired strange man drenched in water climbed ashore tremblingly.
A group of women squatting by the stream and pounding their clothes screamed in horror The face of this person was full of wrinkles, layered on top of each other, the pupils of his eyes were gray and hazy, as if covered with a thin veil, his neck was covered with ten knotted and raised pale blue flesh bumps, his hands were as withered as chicken feet, his mouth was open and he vomited water one after another, and his yellow-brown teeth were uneven.
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
asked an older village woman, standing up and daringly.
This person is Huang Jianguo.
Tantric Buddhism is said to correspond to the three souls of the human brain with three veins, the left vein is the heavenly soul and the heavenly vein, the middle vein is the human soul human vein, and the right vein is the earth soul and the earth vein, from the top of the head to the perineal point under the crotch, a total of seven chakras and seven lotus flowers are formed, and the energy difference of the seven lotus flowers forms the seven spirits of the human being.
The ten Buddha beads turned into ten knotted balls of flesh, and the "neck lock" firmly locked the three veins of Huang Jianguo's neck, cut off the connection between his brain and the dantian qi sea, and focused on exorcising demonic thoughts.
Guo Pu's "Bardo Corpse Sucking Dafa" is to use the bardo body state, wandering between people and ghosts, using this evil power to absorb the seven spirits of people and the remnants of ghosts.
Now that the channel has been truncated, the "Demonic Curse" supernatural magnetic field in Huang Jianguo's brain and Guo Pu's bardo biomagnetic field repel and affect each other, and finally glue into a pulp.
If Huang Jianguo fed back in the ancient tomb for forty-nine days and obtained all of Guo Pu's magnetic field, he might not lose to the Tantric "Retreat Spell", but only seven or eight successes would not be enough to fight.
As a result of the stalemate, Huang Jianguo's hair melanin all faded and became the appearance of a gray-haired old man, the collagen in the skin and flesh of his face oxidized and mutated, forming cascading old folds, the optic nerve was also damaged, the crystal was cloudy, his vision was semi-blind, his teeth were loose and fell out, uneven, and more importantly, even his brain thinking was confused.
Huang Jianguo didn't answer the village woman, his two nostrils couldn't help moving, a pair of gray pupils stared directly at the village woman's abdomen, but he didn't seem to see clearly, his eyelids kept blinking, his mouth sizzled inward, and he said: "You are a woman" The voice was old and hoarse, with a "sizzling" inhalation sound, like a rattlesnake.
The village woman was stunned for a moment, and clenched the wooden mallet in her hand, and the other village girls also carried the mallet and surrounded her.
"Where's the capital?"
the strange man continued to "sizzle".
"What's the capital, hurry away," the village girls raised their mallets and scolded.
"Who is asking the capital?"
walked a white-bearded old man on the stone path on the riverbank, carrying a burden on his shoulders, which was full of some Chinese herbs and homemade dog skin plasters.
"Uncle Bai, it's this weird old man."
The women babbled.
Bai Yijiao, who sells dog skin plasters in the village, is well-informed, looked at this wet and ugly old man, and asked, "Where did you come from and where are you going?"
"I" Huang Jianguo thought about it and said very seriously, "I came from the capital and went to the capital."
Bai Yijiao was a warm-hearted old man, he tilted his head and carefully pondered the sarcoma on Huang Jianguo's neck, and said with concern: "I have a red plaster here that specializes in pulling out poisonous sores, and the ancient recipe is quite effective, otherwise, your neck will rot soon."
Anyway, regardless of whether the other party was willing or not, he immediately took out ten small red plasters.
Huang Jianguo picked up a piece of red plaster, brought it to his eyes, he dimly saw a round red sun in the center of the square white cotton paper, he suddenly remembered where he had seen this kind of thing, "日の丸" He muttered a Japanese word, it was the Japanese sun flag.
"What are you talking about" Bai Yiyan didn't hear clearly, and asked puzzled.
Huang Jianguo didn't answer, frowning and thinking hard.
"Alas, I'll do good things to the end, so I'll take the trouble to post it for you."
Bai Yijiao took out the match, roasted the red plaster, and pasted it on the sarcomas on Huang Jianguo's neck one by one, so that a circle of red Japanese plaster flags appeared on his neck.
Red plaster is an ancient recipe for Jisheng, which is prepared with Chinese herbs such as rosin, red alum, frankincense, myrrh and blood exhaustion.
"Okay, my Lao Bai is just going to the county seat to catch the market, so I'll take you to the county seat, which is closer to the capital."
Bai Yijiao smiled, squeezed his eyes at the village women, and walked away with Huang Jianguo.
"Do you have a name?"
asked Bai Yiji on the way.
When Huang Jianguo heard this, he fell into deeper thought.
Bai Yiyan sighed, thinking to himself, it turned out to be a madman, so he shut up and stopped talking, he couldn't have imagined that this person was the young government cadre who led the militia last year, and according to the clues he reported, he found the body of the county hospital director Jing in the immortal cave at the foot of Da Yan Mountain.
In the bazaar, the county town is crowded with people, and the blue is carrying the young, and it is very lively.
When passers-by saw Huang Jianguo's strange face, they all stopped to watch and pointed fingers and discussed.
"Is he a Japanese devil?"
a little boy pointed to the red plaster on Huang Jianguo's neck and asked his mother.
"It's not."
Mother told him.
"Then why are there so many plaster flags?"
the boy muttered in confusion.
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Bai Yijiao pulled Huang Jianguo to the long-distance bus station, pointed his hand and said: "The car there is to go to the capital, you can do it yourself."
Then he jumped his burden and walked away from the bazaar.
Huang Jianguo walked into the parking lot of the bus station in a daze, and was immediately coaxed out by the staff on duty and stood alone on the road.
The aroma of wontons wafted over, Huang Jianguo instinctively turned around, there was a stall selling noodles on the side of the road, steaming, and villagers who were rushing to the market were snoring and drinking wonton soup.
Huang Jianguo subconsciously swallowed and spit, walked straight towards the stall, picked up a bowl from the stall and drank it.
"The stinky one dared to come and snatch Lao Tzu's wontons" A young and strong man was furious and slapped Huang Jianguo in the face.
Unexpectedly, Huang Jianguo didn't care at all, and drank the bowl of wontons with a snort.
The man was even more annoyed, and kicked him a stumbling stagger, Huang Jianguo turned his head and ran, and the man was still screaming and scolding behind.
In front of him was a freight truck that had just started, Huang Jianguo reached out and grabbed the rear compartment board to climb up, arched into the compartment, and the car rumbled away.
In the early morning of the next day, in the thatched house of Nanshan Village, Feng Sheng finally woke up.
"Hansheng, you're finally back," he said weakly.
Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Feng Sheng, thanks to you for protecting Lan'er, the bullet has been taken out, your physique is very strong, don't worry, you will be healed soon." ” Lan'er was busy making breakfast in the stove, Shen Cai crawled down from the bed, staggered behind Lan'er bare-chested, and said weakly: "Lan'er's mother, I'm hungry." ” Lan'er was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "You said you wanted to eat" The ghost baby nodded.
Lan'er opened the cage drawer, took out a steamed bun and handed it to Shen Cai, and said, "You really want to eat" Xiao Cai took the steamed bun in his hand, and without saying a word, he took a bite, and before he could chew it, he swallowed it directly, and his choked little face turned red.
"Talent, talent, eat slowly, do you understand" Dudu shouted as he stood on the water tank.
Han Sheng came out of the east room when he heard this, and was pleasantly surprised to see the ghost baby munching on steamed buns "Cai, you can eat food."
His eyes moistened quietly.
Shen Cai is a baby, the capacity of the dantian qi sea is limited, and he was strongly pumped by Huang Jianguo's "Yin Corpse Sucking Dafa", and there was not much left of Zhu You's divine skills and the resentful ghost qi of Shen Caihua, but in his skull, a small Zhu You relic as small as a broad bean had grown.
In the following months, the ghost baby anger did not appear again, and he was willing to wear clothes and pants, except for the more and more introverted personality, and he liked to meditate quietly alone, the rest were not much different from normal babies.
Han Sheng made a special trip to Shen Tianhu's house, his mother-in-law was already pregnant and about to give birth, and when he heard Shen Cai's name, his face turned pale with fright, the vampire baby who had passed through the womb, they resolutely did not want it, and begged Han Sheng to deal with it himself.
When Han Sheng heard that he was in the middle of his heart, he hurriedly ran back and told Lan'er, saying from his heart, no one could give up his little talent.
Feng Sheng and Ye Lao's bodies had also fully recovered, and finally one day, they were leaving.
Han Sheng took out 100,000 yuan and gave it to Feng Sheng, but Ye Lao refused Han Sheng's kindness, he didn't eat or drink, what was the use of asking for money "Han Sheng, you were born with 4 bows, 2 antis, and 4 Zhengkei, which is a 47-chromosome syndrome, and you are destined to have no offspring, you have to be mentally prepared."
Feng Sheng whispered to Han Sheng before leaving.
Han Sheng smiled slightly: "If the destiny is like this, that's it, anyway, with a little talent, Lan'er and I are enough in this life." ” They left, leaving Nanshan Village, Feng Sheng went to Tangshan, Ye Lao and Lao Cuihua He returned to his hometown in Huanglongfu, Kanto.
Hansheng's father and daughter went to Poyang Lake Valley to worship their father and Lan'er, and told them to take their bones back to their hometown in Nanshan Village for burial three years later.
Every few days after that, Han Sheng would go to the county post and telecommunications bureau and hang up an international long-distance phone call to Hong Kong to ask Lu Taiguan about Momo's situation.
"Hansheng, please rest assured, I will entrust the Pinkerton Private Detective Agency in the United States to track down until the child is recovered."
Lu Taiguan assured.
In the evening, Han Sheng said to Wu Chushanren: "Uncle Shanren, can I marry Lan'er?"
"Of course."
Tears slowly fell from the corners of Wu Chushan's eyes
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