Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 714
It's time to collect the nets, one by one, the harvest is not as good as yesterday.

However, no one went to check how much was missing, and everyone was looking for the white spirit fish.

Tian Ermiao was standing beside him. He didn't feel the faint aura of the white spirit fish, that is to say, he didn't catch any white spirit fish today.

"Tian Ermiao, I'm really sorry, not today." Grandpa Wen came up and said.

Others watched, as if Tian Ermiao would get angry, someone said: "There will definitely be tomorrow."

Tian Ermiao smiled, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry for a day or two."

There is a rule in the village that the death of an unmarried person is considered premature death. It is rumored in the village that those who died young did not really come to the world of life, they just came to play, and went back when they were tired.

The death of this kind of person cannot be handled according to the way of ordinary people after death.

Places like Liushi Village are all buried, and the call for cremation does not have much effect on people in such remote areas.

It's just that those who died young need to be cremated, and instead of being sent to the crematorium, the family members burn it themselves, and then send the ashes to an old temple at the head of the village.

There are no monks in the temple, only an old man with snow-white hair. The old man is blind. His daily task is to chant sutras to a room full of urns.

Obviously, this house is full of children who died young. The longest one is said to be before liberation. The family members passed away one after another, and no one took care of them. They have been left in this ruined temple.

Most of the children in the village are curious about this place, but they are persuaded by their parents not to come here, especially after three o'clock in the afternoon.

The more parents are like this, the more curious the children are.

No, on the night when the ashes of the four youths were delivered to the temple, three boys and a girl came together.

"Brother, I'm a little scared." The little girl shrank her neck and said, feeling gloomy.

"Xiao Ling, don't go while standing there. The three of us will deliver food to Brother Tie Dan and the others." The oldest boy, who was actually only twelve or thirteen years old, had a braid behind his head. It's called a pigtail.

The little pigtail said to the other two boys: "If you're afraid and stay with Xiaoling, I will definitely go. I made a bet yesterday afternoon. I lost two sweet potatoes to Brother Tie Dan, so I have to give him."

"Xiao Ling is here alone, let me be his companion." A handsome little boy said.

Another chubby, simple-minded man, wearing a leather hat and a thick padded jacket, shrank his neck and said, "Brother Xiaozhu, let's send the sweet potatoes and come back. I'm afraid my dad will beat me if he finds out." .”

"Yeah." Little Braid said, "We'll go back when we go. The blind grandpa in the temple should be asleep by now. No one knows we've been here."

"Okay." The little fat man said.

"Hurry up." Xiao Ling called out.

"Okay, just stand still."

The little braid and the little fat man came to the ruined temple one after the other.

There is a small courtyard with earthen walls in the temple, and the courtyard door is so dilapidated that it can be opened with a slight push.

"Squeak."

The little braid pushed open the courtyard door.

The two little guys shivered at the same time, as if the temperature had dropped by ten degrees.

The little fat man shrank his neck and hugged his shoulders. He raised his head and saw the moon in front of him. The moon was white and had no temperature at all, and after looking at it, it seemed to be even colder.

woohoo...

The calm treetops at the courtyard gate suddenly moved, and the cold wind made the two of them shiver again.

"Go in quickly." The little braid stepped into the yard first.

The little fat man didn't dare to delay, so he followed in.

The small courtyard is not big, but there are thick wooden boards stacked on the west wall of the rural wheat field. The wooden boards are covered with white plastic paper, which is prepared by the blind old man in the temple to make a coffin for himself.

However, it is estimated that it has been placed for too long, and rotten pieces can be seen. I don't know if the coffin can still be opened.

Beside the east wall is a pile of chaotic stones. Everyone in the village only knows that it was originally a stone statue of a Bodhisattva, but one year it was struck by a lightning bolt and turned into a pile of chaotic stones.

"Brother Braid!"

Suddenly, the little fat man screamed, and he pointed at the rocks and kept trembling.

Seeing him like this, the braid was also scared, he didn't even dare to look, but asked cautiously: "Xiao Pang, what did you see?"

"Brother Braid, face, a big face, staring at us..." The little fat man was about to pee his pants.

After hearing the face, the little pigtail was relieved, he turned his head to look, but no, it was the head of the Bodhisattva of the stone statue, and he said angrily: "Look at it!"

The little fat man blinked his eyes, "It scared me to death."

"If I knew you were so timid, I would have let Dongqing accompany me." The little braid walked forward.

The little fat man scratched his head through the leather gloves and leather hat, "Obviously that face is not like that..."

"Are you still coming?" Little Braid lowered his voice, he was afraid of waking up the blind grandpa.

"Oh, here we come."

The little fat man looked at the pile of stones while walking, comparing the two different images in his mind.

Suddenly, he felt something.

"Big braid, why aren't you moving?" The little fat man's eyes were still on the stone pile.

"I'm already at the door, but you came over here." The little braid said.

"Ah?" The little fat man was taken aback for a moment, then, turning his head slowly, his face was so pale that it couldn't be whiter.

It was a person, a stranger!

The little fat man was sure he had never seen this person in the village.

Moreover, this person is also wearing white clothes, just like filial piety clothes.

"you you you……"

The little fat man was trembling all over, his teeth chattering.

"Hmph, I won't take you with me next time." The little braid was very angry, he walked over a few steps and grabbed the little fat man's arm.

"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me." The little fat man shouted.

The little braid hurriedly covered the little fat man's mouth, and lowered his voice, "You did it on purpose, didn't you? Do you want to wake up the blind grandpa?"

"Woooo..." The little fat man looked at a certain place, and kept gesturing to the little braid.

The little braid looked over, "There's nothing, just yelling."

As he spoke, he also kicked.

The little fat man saw that figure collapsed all of a sudden.

The little braid let go of his hand, "Don't bark anymore."

The little fat man swallowed, "Brother Braid, do you have spells?"

"Yes, I am Sun Wukong." The little braid said.

"Brother Xiaozhui, you can spell, I will follow you closely, you can't leave me behind." The little fat man hurried to Xiaozhuzi's side and got very close.

The little braid wondered, "What's the matter?"

"Brother Braid, you kicked a white-clothed ghost to death just now. It was so terrifying. He was dressed in white and there was blood on his face." Thinking of what he saw just now, the little fat man trembled.

"Making it up, why can't I see it?" the little braid snorted.

Soon, the two little guys came to the only door in the temple, and the little braid reached out to push the door.

However, before he could use any force, the door opened.

Little Braid didn't know what was going on, when a shadow suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)