not a monster

Feng Wuli stopped the car and walked back, the smoke rising from the village, the distant mountains became shadows, and a row of wild geese flew across the gap between the sunset and the mountains.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, near evening, women in the village went out carrying baskets containing pork belly, tea, wine, rice, incense candles, plastic gold bowls, cups, and gold chopsticks.

From my own home, I worship all the way to the community altar, ancestral house, various gods, and then to the ancestral hall, and then go back.

Some people saw Feng Wuli and found that they couldn't recognize whose family's cub, so they just took a second look when they passed by him, and some people walked away and suddenly remembered, telling others who belonged to so-and-so's family, it was so big.

Many people go to this road, and sometimes there will be a small idol on the side of the gable or on the side of the road, with tributes, burnt or half-burned candles and incense placed in front of it.

There is also a simple stone tablet whose characters cannot be read clearly, and the paper money burned to ashes in front of the stone tablet floats into the mountains under the sunset.

When the woman saluted the gods, she muttered words, and the sound of firecrackers varied from near to far.

There are many customs and ceremonies in the south, and worship starts from the [-]th day of the new year until the sixth day of the new year.

It’s ignorance, but it’s not entirely true. It’s hard to say how much they will believe. He remembers that when he was a child, his aunt was very annoying, talking about it, but when he came back in recent years, he found that she was doing it silently, and she didn’t see it. Believe it, it's more like a kind of inheritance, a spiritual inheritance. They are telling the mountains that the descendants of those people are still here, telling the ancestors that their children can already run, and telling the mountain spirits that they have never forgotten them.

He just walked to a small stone temple with a height of half a person. He said it was a temple. He used a very disrespectful but very appropriate name to describe the style of this small temple, which looked a bit like a doghouse.

On the way back, there are also idlers like them on the edge of the village, but they are often alone, and their clothes don't look like those in the mountain village, and they don't fit in with the surrounding environment.

Po Nu ran halfway, picked up a stick, and chased back.

There is an inexplicable feeling of fate, as if she already belonged to her 600 years ago.

"That shouldn't be called borrowing, that's called stealing."

In the end, I made the dog anxious.

The crow on the head also said: "But she didn't take those incense sticks, and they all scattered away without taking them."

Feng Wuli just laughed, "The two of them insist on coming over to play, adding to the chaos."

There was the sound of mahjong being played in the yard, as well as the sound of teasing and making noise.

The four idlers walked back along the concrete road. Po Nu picked up the stick and danced it with a sound of breaking the air. The little cousin pestered her and wanted to play with her. The temperature in the mountains became cramped and cold.

Well, I don't expect her to know much. This half-tongued zombie has lived for too long, and he doesn't know where he was set up with a longevity tablet. It's not surprising that the longevity tablet has become a wild sacrifice in a mountain temple.

……

The uncle was smoking tobacco at the door, and Feng Wuli went over to talk to the old man.

They chatted one after another, and the little cousin poured him a bowl of soup from the kitchen, saying that dinner would be served soon.

It looked very suspicious under the night sky.

Feng Wuli couldn't help but took a photo and sent it to Wang Xilou.

"will not."

Wind is unreasonable: pictures
Feng Wuli: Aunt Wang, look
Wang Xilou: / stay

"By the way, do you know what's going on with this Aunt Wang?" Feng Wuli asked them to look at the wild priest over there.

This made him unable to bear to look at the inscription beside him.

Maybe when she handed the medicine to some ragged child, she didn't know that the child in front of her was actually the ancestor of her future apprentice, lover, and even her husband. At that moment, Feng Wuli was in time and space 600 years later. Intertwined with her fate.

"We have, I can give you two later."

Chase her and bite.

Feng Wuli felt that he had a spiritual encounter with Wang Xilou who was 600 years ago. When he saw her thin figure, her face was as calm as water, far less vivid than it is now.

This man is very disgusting.

He knew that Wang Xilou came here 600 years ago, but he didn't know that she also saved the people nearby and his ancestors.

Stepping into the night, there are a few cock crows in the village, mixed with dog barks, and the mountains are empty, and the barks seem to be able to reach the opposite mountain.

This can't help but make Feng Wuli feel a little ashamed.

"No."

"will not."

"Go to the mountains to play, go ride a wooden dog." The crow on the shoulder said.

The little zombie pushed the cards excitedly, realized that he had lost his composure, coughed twice, looked at the second aunt, third aunt and Feng Wuli's eldest cousin, and coughed twice again: "Good luck, good luck."

That Wang Xilou, who had a close relationship with her, who was compassionate and saved the world 600 years ago, couldn't get in touch with this guy in front of her at all.

Good guy, Mrs. Wang, why are you here.

"It's muddled!"

"Yes, and the younger one also looks similar, almost the same." His tone was still very strange.

"Is it the woman who came back with you?"

"That's impossible!"

"We borrowed from the squirrel in the mountain, and saw it go out, the three of us flew into its nest to borrow, and borrowed a lot."

"Go! Where are you talking!" Uncle said: "I cleaned up the ancestral house for you this morning, just because I am afraid that you young people are not used to sleeping in the mountains."

When Feng Wuli went out to look for them and came back for dinner, Po Nu was fighting with a big yellow dog in the village, and learned from Su He that she had just picked dozens of cockleburs with the two of them, and then kept throwing them at the dog.

Feng Wuli leaned over to help, "Aunt Wang, I'm cooking."

Feng Wuli looked at it and found it inexplicably funny.

Does it mean that if she hadn't come here at that time and left it alone, he wouldn't have existed.

Feng Wuli suddenly felt very interesting.

But what can she do now?
Feng Wuli just silently changed Wang Xilou's remarks to Aunt Wang, suddenly feeling quite happy.

They talk a lot and chatter.

"Let's see, let's see if there is a young man this time."

Feng Wuli: Outside the village
Wang Xilou: Master doesn't know/Stay

Several people laughed when they saw it.

It's just that he made a mistake, so it doesn't matter.

Wang Xilou didn't dare to speak, but stared at her with his eyes.

"Where did you get the peanuts?"

But the little cousin in the kindergarten was very excited.

"But we left half of it for it. Master Yishan said that if we borrowed all of it, it wouldn't be able to survive the winter and would die."

Surrounding her are villagers in linen clothes with dull eyes. She doesn't dislike being messy, and to avoid looting, she distributes the medicine one by one. Her face is cold, her hands are cold, and the medicine is cold. It's a little hot.

Sure enough, there was a dog barking from the opposite mountain in response, which startled the birds in the night. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of firecrackers far away, very light and far away, like distracting thoughts beside a pillow.

It's just that Chifu's mahjong skills were learned from Wang Xilou, and his luck was not good, and the tile building was even more fancy, like children stacking blocks, and the two of them seemed to be studying the Eight Diagrams array seriously.

"I just came back, and I don't have any peanuts on me." He smiled.

Before he came back, Po Nu took the youngest son of the third uncle's family who was in kindergarten out to play, and Su He went with him, who was a high school cousin who followed Feng Wuli, the boy who fought against the landlord with Feng Wuli when his eldest cousin got married .

Wang Xilou: Stop talking, I'm busy!

"Xiaolou's younger sister really looks like her." The old man said curiously.

Wang Xilou: Where did you see it?

The aunt and cousin next to them looked at the two and smiled at each other.

In other words, Wang Xilou's kindness to the human beings who thrive on this land is almost no less than Nuwa's kindness in creating human beings.

Or squatting on the side of the road, or walking around idly by the side of the cement road, occasionally looking at the opposite mountain with empty eyes, and occasionally looking at the mobile phone.

Before returning to the entrance of the village, there were three crows croaking from a distance under the night. Ordinary people would probably be terrified seeing this scene, but Feng Wuli couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Really? That's stealing." They don't have this concept.

Su He was terrified.

The aunts asked Su Xiaoxin to play mahjong with them, but where Su Xiaoxin knew how to play mahjong, Wang Xilou asked Chifu to teach her. Chifu took the task of teaching his future mother-in-law very seriously.

"Huh?"

Feng Wuxiang recalled the experience of riding that big dog with them into the mountains when he was a child, and couldn't help laughing: "Riding a dog rotted the crotch."

The three crows tilted their heads and stared at the peas, expressing their confusion.

Feng Wuli let out a long hiss. There were also a lot of tributes and incense candles placed in front of this wild altar. The problem was that the stone statue of a woman in the temple was already blurred, but he actually felt a familiar aura on it.

The little cousin and the eldest aunt are cooking, and there are so many dishes during the Chinese New Year. Wang Xilou stopped playing mahjong, so he hurried over to help.

But he wasn't annoyed at all.

One landed on his shoulder, one fluttered in the air, and the other stepped directly on his head, making him shrink his neck and lean forward a few steps.

Feng Wuli couldn't help asking: "Will you pay it back in the future?"

"Twins are like this, you can recognize them after seeing them a few times." That's impossible, and he still occasionally admits mistakes.

After a long life, 'Nuwa' played mahjong with her own people.

When Feng Wuli came back, he saw such a scene, and his expression was astonished.

When the two sat together, they looked like a mother and daughter.

A Huan, who was fluttering in the air, turned her head to look over there, and said: "She came here 600 years ago, when there was a plague here, and she was about to die, she asked Master Shengqing to give medicine, which saved many nearby villages , you humans built these mountain temples for her."

"Don't go home after this point." Su He was very puzzled.

"It can't be a human trafficker." Feng Wuli also said.

"Not necessarily." Po Nu doubted: "It may also be a son-in-law from another place."

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