The iron lock on the gate shook violently a few times, and finally it could not withstand the fierce blow of the stick, and it broke open with a "click", and fell on the dusty ground, setting off a puff of light smoke.
The gate was pushed open, and Xi Bo walked in front with the shrine, followed by the old monk and a group of villagers, who all covered their mouths and noses, and watched vigilantly, as if a monster would suddenly emerge from this old mansion that had not been inhabited for many years.
Miss Leng is a filial daughter, since her father's death, she has been serving filial piety, not only is she always white, but even the white silk at home has never been removed, so the front hall of the Leng family is still arranged as a mourning hall, and it has never changed.
A breeze blew, and the white silk fluttered with the wind, and they were now broken, dirty, and they were blown by the wind, bringing down streams of dust, and sprinkled the villagers all over their faces, making everyone disgraced and embarrassed.
"Uncle Xi," Bai Yong said as he patted the dust, "wouldn't it be too rude to use this wine jar to hold her ashes?"
” Xi Bo said in a low voice: "I asked the master, and he said that since the dust has settled, it is better not to disturb the deceased, not to mention that this wine jar saved her last bone, which is also a kind of fate for her." ” Bai Yong nodded, "It's all up to you, but where are we going to put this bone altar?"
” When the old monk heard him ask, he took out a handful of incense sticks from his sleeve, handed them to several villagers, and said with a serious face: "A few of you will stick these incense sticks in all the corners of the house and light them at the same time. ” "Igniting at the same time, isn't it burning out at the same time?"
Bai Yong couldn't help but interject and asked.
"Where the Buddha's light is at its strongest, the incense will burn the fastest, and the bone altar can be placed there to suppress the demons inside."
Bai Yong was convinced by these words, and several of them scattered in all directions, according to the old monk's instructions, inserted incense into all corners of the cold house, and then lit them all with fire folds.
After doing all this, several people regrouped in the middle of the courtyard, as if huddling together would give them a sense of security.
Everyone stared at the incense that belonged to them, for fear that they would not see it after the incense was burned, and they would lose the opportunity to seal the bone altar again.
After half an hour like this, everyone's eyes were tired, but the incense was only half burned, and none of them burned faster than the others because of the Buddha's preference.
The villagers couldn't help but be suspicious in their hearts, suspecting that the old monk was just talking nonsense and using some specious words to deceive people, and a few of them were even drowsy and yawned in the sun.
Only Uncle Xi was still staring at these incense sticks tightly, and he didn't take his eyes off until his eyes hurt.
"Your old man should put down the shrine first, after holding it all the way for so long, the young man can't stand it."
Bai Yong whispered on the side to persuade.
Only then did Xi Bo feel that his arm was so stiff that it didn't look like his own, he nodded, squatted down and put the shrine on the ground, and was just about to get up, when he suddenly heard a shallow chant from the gate.
He remained in a half-crouching position, pulling the headboy over with the others, only to find that the gate was shaking slightly, as if someone had just passed by.
"Did you see anything?"
A timid villager asked with tears in his voice.
"Don't scare yourself, it could be the wind."
Bai Yong interrupted him stiffly.
"Didn't you hear that song?"
Bai Yong was impatient with his question, and just wanted to say that he was afraid of death and would go back to his mother, but at this moment, there was a "pop" sound all around, and several incense sticks placed in the corner of the cold house were broken at the same time, and the incense with sparks fell on it and quickly extinguished.
A looming figure appeared at the end of the front hall, and she slowly disappeared into the courtyard wall through the white silk, leaving only a few lingering chants.
With a "bang", the old monk knelt down in the center of the courtyard with a soft foot, he cried with a smile, "Female donor, do you want to tell me that there are some places in this world that cannot be illuminated by the Buddha's light?"
” Hearing the old monk say this, the villagers suddenly became confused, and fled in all directions like frightened birds, even Bai Yong, who has always been good at fighting, did not dare to stay longer, and ran towards the door as if flying, leaving only Xi Bo and the old monk still in the old mansion of the Leng family.
After a long time, the old monk stood up, patted the dust on his body, and he looked at Uncle Xi, "Donor, why don't you leave?"
” "I'll have to find a place for this altar of bones."
Xi Bo looked at him, but his gaze penetrated his body and drifted to a place he didn't even know.
The old monk sighed, "After all, this is her home, so why don't you just find a random place in this house to settle it, and it can be regarded as a fallen leaf to return to its roots."
After he finished speaking, he folded his hands and said "Amitabha" and turned away.
Xi Bo stood in the courtyard alone, looking at the wisps of white silk flying in the wind in front of him, as if he had returned to that rainy night, the rain that day was terrifying, like white ribbons falling from the sky, smashing countless bowl-sized puddles on the ground.
Lightning swept across the sky, cruelly tearing through the night, illuminating the night as if it were day.
Old Man Leng's face was snow-white by the lightning, and the rain soaked his clothes, but he didn't care about it at all, just hugged the bamboo basket in his arms with his hand.
The bamboo basket was covered with a hat, and the hat was also covered with Master Leng's robe, which covered the contents densely, and was not disturbed by the storm at all.
Uncle Xi was still called Xi Jun at that time, and when he saw the old man walking in with a bamboo basket in despair, he hurriedly went into the house and took an umbrella, covered his head, and helped him in.
"Wow."
A baby's cry suddenly came from the basket, which scared Xi Jun all over.
"Master, how can there be a baby here?"
He opened the hat and looked at the white and chubby child inside, with a pale cyan birthmark on her arm, like a piece of fish scales.
"Evil," Master Leng closed his eyes and shed two old tears, "The whole clan is gone, she is the only one left, I can't see death without saving it." ” Xi Jun was stunned, and after a long time, he turned around and grabbed Master Leng's shoulders hard, "Master, maybe this child was given to the Leng family by God, you and Mrs. have never had children, so it's better to treat her as your own child." ” The tears on Mr.
Leng's face gradually dried, he picked up the delicate baby from the bamboo basket, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'll call you Leng Yu, from now on, you will be the child of my Leng family." ”