Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

In a blink of an eye, fourteen days had passed, but the woodcarver still hadn't started to prepare.Although Mr. Xing was eager and didn't know what the woodcarver was going to do, he didn't push too much.

"Anyway, there are servants watching, so I don't think he can make any splashes." Mr. Xing thought to himself.

In contrast, the old city lord, who was very likely to be the target of the other party's revenge, seemed to be a normal person, and came to the woodcarver every day to exchange feelings.

Every time these two people met, Mr. Xing was terrified, afraid that something might happen.He always felt that the woodcarver surnamed Bai didn't look very decent, but he couldn't do anything about him because there was no evidence.Fortunately, on the afternoon of the 15th day, the woodcarver finally said that he could enter the wood, and Mr. Xing was relieved.

The location is still the tea pavilion, this time the woodcarver did not use the wood prepared by the old city lord, but took out the materials that had been prepared from the bag.Mr. Xing saw that the piece of wood was so dark that he couldn't tell its species, so he couldn't help frowning.

"Why doesn't Mr. Bai use the piece of wood we prepared? This is the best red sandalwood." Mr. Xing said.

The woodcarver glanced at him lightly, snorted coldly, and said, "A good work of art doesn't need to use these heresy to highlight its value."

"You!" Mr. Xing was so annoyed that he was speechless.

Even if this person is really talented, he can't be so arrogant and conceited!His arrogant appearance is really annoying!

"It's just wood, so let him do what he wants." The old city lord said lightly.

The woodcarver's expression moved, and there seemed to be some unbearable meaning in his eyes, and he sighed: "Why are you bothering?"

"Atonement." The old city lord smiled wryly, tears seemed to glisten in the corners of his eyes.

"Father, is it possible that you know each other?" Mr. Xing felt that the conversation between the two was strange, as if there was something hidden behind it.

"I just thought of an old friend." The old city owner smiled and replied.

The woodcarver lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

Seeing that the two of them didn't want to say more, Mr. Xing didn't continue to ask, and let the woodcarver carve according to his own wishes.

If you know someone, you should be fine...

After the woodcarver closed his eyes and prepared his emotions, he buried himself in carving without saying much.Perhaps because of the different materials, the woodcarver's aura was not as elegant as last time, but instead exuded a sense of sternness, and every moment of his every knife seemed to use a lot of strength.And as the outline of the wood carving gradually became clearer, this sharp feeling became more and more obvious.

Mr. Xing shuddered, wondering if the woodcarver had a grudge against this piece of wood? .

The old city lord didn't seem to notice it, and his whole mind was absorbed in watching it.

If someone leaned down and looked at the woodcarver at this time, they would definitely be shocked.Because he was staring at the wood carving in his hand with blood red eyes at the moment, showing a gentle expression for a while, as if he had endless lingering;

Unfortunately, no one noticed...

About two hours later, the woodcarver paused in his hands, and his body trembled slightly for a while. When he raised his head, his face returned to calm, as if it had always been like this.

He handed the finished wood carving to the old city lord, who took a look and saw that it was a handsome and handsome young man. His appearance was somewhat similar to Mr. Xing's, but his temperament was quite different.

The old city lord's eyes lit up, and the wood carving depicted exactly the same appearance as when he was young.However, after looking at it for a while, I was a little disappointed.Because although this wooden sculpture is similar, it lacks vitality, and it cannot be compared with the previous wooden sculpture girl.

The woodcarver saw his loss and explained: "Your Majesty, don't be sad, this woodcarving still has the last step to be completed. My art of heart carving is mostly for the deceased, and I take the heart of the sculptor. The nostalgia and sustenance of the woodcarving, so the woodcarving will have a spiritual heart..."

"Is there no trace of nostalgia?" The old city owner whispered, and he didn't know whether he was talking to the woodcarver or himself.

The woodcarver paused, and said: "If you want to use a real person to enter the wood, you have to open the spirit of the woodcarving."

"Open the spirit? How to open the law?" Mr. Xing asked.

"As long as a drop of blood is smeared on the forehead of this wood carving, the wood carving will have spirituality." The wood carver said sincerely, but there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

Although Mr. Xing felt that the method of using blood to lure spirits was a bit weird, he didn't say much when he thought that the woodcarver could carve even water and wood into beauties.

"My child, it will all depend on you from now on." The old city lord whispered.

Mr. Xing was a little surprised when he heard this, and didn't understand why his father said that.When he was about to ask again, the old city lord had asked someone to fetch a silver needle to pierce his finger, then squeezed out a drop of blood and smeared it on the wooden carving's forehead.

As soon as the blood came into contact with the wood carving, the originally dull sculpture suddenly became more dynamic.The old city lord held it in his hand, and there was a sense of flesh and blood connection, as if this wood carving was him, and he was this wood carving.

The old city lord felt very strange in his heart, he raised his head and was about to praise a few words, but saw the woodcarver's whole body shake suddenly, his exhausted face turned paler, he glanced at the old city lord, the corners of his mouth raised up, and then his whole body straightened fell straight down.

"White……"

"Mr. Bai." Mr. Xing supported the woodcarver, but his hands were stiff and cold.Startled, he reached for the woodcarver's nose with trembling fingers, only to find that the other party was already silent.

"Father, Mr. Bai, he is dead..."

Mr. Xing was a little confused, he didn't understand how this good and big living person died when he died.However, the old city lord was not surprised.He lightly stroked the wood carving in his hand, smiled, and said, "Throw him out."

"Throw it out?" Mr. Xing was shocked, thinking he had heard it wrong.

"That's right, throw it out..." Saying that, the old city lord walked out of the tea pavilion.

Young Master Xing looked at the body of the woodcarver, feeling a little uncomfortable.Finally, he called Zhao Liu, gave him a large sum of money, and asked him to bury the woodcarver surnamed Bai generously.Of course, what Zhao Liu will do in the end is not what he cares about, because he has other things to do now.

Last night, the old city lord, who was always in good health, suddenly died suddenly. Everyone in the villa was unprepared, and suddenly became confused.Mr. Xing didn't know what to do, so he asked someone to invite Mr. Baohe.

Although Mr. Baohe didn't know why Mr. Xing wanted to find him, since he was looking for him, no matter if he could help or not, he would show his face.Liu Zian also wanted to come with him, but Mr. Baohe felt that the place was not clean for a person who had just died, and because it was windy at night, so he asked him to stay with Fang Xue.

"It's not good for me to be an outsider to meddle in this kind of thing. If I don't manage things clearly, people will gossip instead." Although Mr. Baohe wanted to help, he always felt that his name and words were not right.

"It's okay, just tell me what to do, and I'll tell them the rest." Mr. Xing said.

Mr. Baohe nodded and said, "Then I'll help you take care of it first, and I can take over when your relatives come..."

"I don't have any other relatives in my family. He is the only one since my father. When I come here, he is alone." Mr. Xing's tone seemed a little lonely.

Just as Mr. Baohe was about to speak to comfort him, he saw a servant rushing over, who seemed to have something urgent to say.

"what happened?"

"Master, just now when we were sorting out the relics of the old city lord, we found that the two wooden carvings were missing."

"Which two woodcarvings?"

"It's the two new ones."

"That's it..." Mr. Xing was silent for a while, and said with a little regret, "Forget it, since you can't find it, you should go and check other things first."

The boy took the order and went.

In the next few days, with the help of Mr. Baohe, the funeral of the old city lord was carried out in an orderly manner.On the fourteenth day, a Buddhist monk opened a prescription to break the prison, and passed on a lamp to illuminate his death. He visited the king of hell, the ghost of Judu, invited the king of dizang, opened the golden bridge, and led the banners; The Jade Emperor, the great masters spread incense, put out flames, worship water and repent; there were also some young nuns, wearing embroidered clothes, wearing red shoes, and silently reciting various mantras before the spirit, which was very lively.

Mr. Baohe knew that there were a lot of things to do today, so he got up in the middle of the night to freshen up.And tidy up, change clothes and wash hands, the genius is bright.

"Sir, it's so early." Liu Zian yawned and asked bewilderedly.

"The funeral has to be done before the sun rises completely. Don't you have to go now? Go to bed first. If I don't come back when you wake up, you can stutter yourself, and wait here obediently with Axue. "

"Hmm..." Liu Zian answered vaguely.

Mr. Baohe saw that he was in a daze and didn't know how much he listened to his own words, so he tore a piece of paper from the notebook and wrote down all the words he wanted to ask him.

He put the paper on the table and pressed a corner of it with the teapot.He thought to himself: "It should be all right now." Then he went out with peace of mind.

When Mr. Baohe came to the gate of the Xingfu, he saw the door lamp hanging brightly, and a row of white lanterns on both sides, shining like daytime.And the family members in filial piety had been waiting here for a long time, seeing him coming, they didn't talk nonsense and welcomed him in directly.

When Mr. Baohe came to the room where the spirit died, he saw Mr. Xing leaning against the coffin, his face expressionless, but his tears kept rolling down like beads with a broken thread.

Mr. Baohe sighed, and said, "Young Master Xing, please give me your condolences."

"I know, but I just want to cry. Sir, why do you think people die?" Mr. Xing said with lowered eyes, his voice hoarse.

"Because he was born before..." Seeing Mr. Xing's astonished and puzzled expression, Mr. Baohe continued to explain, "For example, if there is no opposite reference, then you will not have any influence on the things around you." Any feeling. You don't know what is tall without being short, and you don't know what is warm without being cold, do you? In fact, if the temperature is constant, every hour of the day, forever, You can't even know what temperature is. So when someone around you dies, shouldn't you be happy that he was alive?"

Mr. Xing nodded thoughtfully, and asked after a while, "Who said that?"

"I said it." Mr. Baohe said, "But, do you feel better?"

Mr. Xing nodded.

"Then let them start, the auspicious time is coming soon." Mr. Baohe stretched out his hand to help Mr. Xing up.

Mr. Xing frowned slightly, got up and walked to the door, cleared his throat, pushed open the door, and said loudly: "Gong Cha Burning Paper—!"

There was only a burst of gongs and all the music played together. Someone moved a cushion and placed it in front of the coffin.Mr. Xing knelt down and wept loudly, and then the men and women inside and outside wailed together.

When it was time for the funeral, both sides of the road were plain white, and there were mourning and music coming from time to time, all of which were spontaneous road sacrifices set up by the people in the city.

"I'm afraid I will never reach my father's height in my whole life." Mr. Xing smiled wryly as he watched the funeral procession getting longer and longer.

"Young Master Xing, you don't need to underestimate yourself, you have your own destiny." Mr. Baohe said in relief.

"If you want me to say, my father has only done one stupid thing in his life... I still don't know what he thought at the beginning."

"Perhaps, the old city lord has his reasons for doing that."

Mr. Xing lowered his head and smiled, but did not speak.

In this way, by the time everything was done, it was already afternoon.Mr. Xing asked Mr. Baohe to stay for dinner, but Mr. Baohe was worried about Liu Zian and Fang Xue who were waiting for him, so he declined Mr. Xing's invitation and hurried back to his residence.

The author has something to say: In order to play together more happily in the future, I would like to do a small survey, please take part O(∩_∩)O

The so-called weird and grotesque, which type do you prefer? (Multiple choice)

A. Ghost stories (similar to the first few stories)

B. Emotional category (similar to "Flowers in the Mirror")

C. Customs and customs (similar to "Joke Grass" and "Face Fishing Village")

D. Suspense and thriller (similar to "hell in disguise")

E. Others (sorry, the stupid author's brain is not enough, please point out in the message from the little angel)

Uh~ I will give you red envelopes for the little angels who leave messages~(*/ω＼*)

(As long as Jinjiang doesn't smoke)