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.

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.

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

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

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

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

Wang Xilou: Where did you see it?

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

Wang Xilou: Stop talking, I'm busy!

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.

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

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.

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.

But he wasn't annoyed at all.

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

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

"Where did you get the peanuts?"

"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."

"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."

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

"will not."

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

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

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

They talk a lot and chatter.

"No."

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.

"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.

"Huh?"

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

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."

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 suddenly felt very interesting.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

……

"It's muddled!"

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."

Several people laughed when they saw it.

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

"That's impossible!"

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

"will not."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

Feng Wuli looked at it and found it inexplicably funny.

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 .

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.

This man is very disgusting.

In the end, I made the dog anxious.

Chase her and bite.

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

Su He was terrified.

But the little cousin in the kindergarten was very excited.

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.

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.

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.

It looked very suspicious under the night sky.

"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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