The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

The sacrificial ceremony will be held seven days later. In order to familiarize Ning Xingruan with the ritual process, the old Taoist priest asked his big apprentice to stay in Sishui Village to teach him.

The eldest apprentice of the old Taoist priest is Taoist Qingxuan. Although he has a long seniority, he is only in his 30s. He always has a smile on his face and has a very gentle temper.

Before going down the mountain, he handed Ning Xingruan a paper bag folded into a triangle, and said with a smile: "Little friend Ning, we will meet at the mountain temple tomorrow."

"Thank you." Ning Xingruan took the paper bag and nodded his thanks.

This Daoist Qingxuan is friendly and interesting, and he feels like a spring breeze when he gets along with him. Ning Xingruan's inner resistance has been dispelled a lot.

After sending off the priests, Ning Xinglei whispered: "These old men really have superstition in their bones. I asked secretly just now. Today is Zhang Erling's first seven. This ceremony is not for him to save , but because he was afraid that he would disturb the mountain god and suppress him."

Ning Xingruan felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that. Fortunately, there are no ghosts and gods in this world. Otherwise, the village of Zhang Erling's tragic death would be fine if they didn't call the police to find out the truth.

After going down the mountain, the elders continued to work in the ancestral hall. The two of them were too young to help, so Ning Xinglei took him for a stroll along the stone road in the village, talking non-stop.

The layout of the village has basically not changed, but many people have moved out, leaving behind empty yards.Ning Xinglei recalled with great interest which yard his classmates and friends lived in when he was young, and by the way, he dug out the embarrassing things about him and laughed at them.

Ning Xingruan listened quietly, with a smile on his face. The memories of his childhood gradually became vivid, and it fit with everything in front of him. Only now did he have the intimacy of returning from a long journey and reuniting after a long absence.

Walking to a courtyard, Ning Xinglei suddenly stopped talking, and sighed softly: "Do you still remember this place?"

Ning Xingruan thought for a while and asked, "Is this Mr. Chen's house?"

"Yes, now he's not Teacher Chen, he's just a crazy old man." Ning Xinglei felt a little sad, "Ten years ago, he was going to be transferred to the county to teach, but all the family members died overnight. In a few days he turned gray and became crazy."

Ning Xingruan opened his mouth, but did not say a word, the world is impermanent, the world is impermanent.

"At that time, the police came to investigate the case, and even performed an autopsy, only to find out that they were all emergencies, alas..."

The two fell silent, and the atmosphere became a little stagnant. At this moment, a person walked up the street, with gray hair and greasy lumps, and a few clothes wrapped around his body in a mess, dirty and tattered.

He was carrying a blackened woven bag in his hand, and the bottles and cans in the bag were dragged on the ground making rattling noises.

The old man approached and stood in front of the courtyard gate, yelling: "What are you doing standing at my door? Break your legs."

After speaking, he kept talking, spitting out a series of vague curses.

Ning Xingruan felt sore when he saw the formerly amiable teacher turn into such a state with his own eyes. He searched his pockets, but couldn't find a dime in cash, so he could only yell at the teacher.

The old man turned around, looked at him with cloudy eyes, muttered something in his mouth, and finally asked, "Who is this!"

"Mr. Chen, I'm Ning Xingruan." Ning Xingruan bowed slightly and said politely.

The old man stared at his face, as if he was thinking, the expression on his face gradually eased, and his eyes even revealed a little kindness.

Ning Xinglei complained in a low voice: "This old man is cursing every time he sees me, why does he see you being so polite? Could it be because of his face?!"

Ning Xingruan was happy to see that Mr. Chen might still remember him, but the next second the old man was suddenly furious and yelled fiercely, throwing the woven bag in his hand towards the two of them while cursing.

Ning Xinglei had sharp eyesight and quickly pulled Ning Xingruan to avoid him, but was slapped on the face by Teacher Chen, making his eyes stare.

"Get out, get out, don't let me see you in Surabaya Village, I can't beat you to death!"

"I told you to get lost, did you hear me? Come back to seek death, no one will collect your body when you die!"

The unscrupulous abuse and undisguised hatred made Ning Xingruan dumbfounded. Teacher Chen was merciless and tore and beat the two of them. Several fists.

Fleeing out in embarrassment, the two stood on the street listening to the endless swearing behind them with lingering fear. Before turning the corner, Ning Xingruan heard the scolding turned into a heart-piercing cry. He looked back and saw the old man leaning against On the wall, covering his face and crying sadly like a child.

"Going crazy again." Ning Xinglei held him back and shook his head slightly, "It will happen after a while, you can't control it, let's go."

Ning Xingruan was in a low mood along the way, and he wanted to help, but after much deliberation, he couldn't think of any solution, so he had to give up.

The low mood lasted until the sun went down and night fell.After Ning Xinglei left, he was waiting for his uncle to come back for dinner in the main room, when he heard someone calling him outside the door.

"Who is it?" He asked loudly without opening the door immediately.

The knock on the door stopped, and an old voice sounded outside the door: "It's me."

"Teacher Chen?" Ning Xingruan opened the door. The old man who was still insane in the afternoon had changed into clean clothes, his hair and beard were neatly trimmed, and his eyes were gentle. Except for his old face, he was almost ten years old. The former teacher who was funny and humorous.

Ning Xingruan looked at the old man who had returned to normal, his nose became sore and his eyes were red.

"Teacher, you are..."

Teacher Chen looked at him with a sad expression. He sighed and said, "You child, what are you doing back here?"

"The village needs to move the grave, so I'll come back." Ning Xingruan replied.

"Let's go, leave tomorrow, don't come back if you go far!"

Ning Xingruan snorted, and said a little embarrassedly: "Teacher, I have to wait until the ancestor worship ceremony in the village is over before I can leave. The Fourth Grandfather asked me to be an incense boy when I worshiped the ancestors."

Teacher Chen's expression changed suddenly, his eyes were terrified, and he muttered that it was too late. He grabbed Ning Xingruan's forearm with his skinny hand and gritted his teeth: "You are obedient, hurry up, don't leave..."

In the middle of speaking, there was a strange gurgling sound in his throat, and then he turned his head and left without hesitation without saying a word.

Ning Xingruan went out and shouted a few words, seeing the old man walking like flying faster and faster, and soon disappeared, so he had to go back full of doubts.

After a while, Ning Pingyang came back with two plastic bags, his expression was very bad.

Ning Xingruan asked if something happened to the ancestral hall, he shook his head and sighed: "There was a lunatic in the village who drowned in the river. He used to be a teacher in our village primary school. He was the only one who died in the family. He is crazy." It's been a few years and now I'm relieved..."

Ning Xingruan couldn't hear what was said later, he fell down on the stool, his ears were ringing, and his mind went blank.

After being awakened by Ning Pingyang shaking his arms, he said what happened just now with his pale lips and trembling voice.

Ning Pingyang stayed where he was after hearing this, only to feel chills in his body.After a long silence, he said with difficulty, "Maybe he went to the river after leaving our house..."

Poured a cup of hot water into Ning Xingruan's hands, Ning Pingyang didn't dare to say any more, but just rubbed Ning Xingruan's hands, trying to warm him up.

The two ate dinner in a hurry, Ning Pingyang cleaned up the dishes, boiled water for washing, and specially left a bucket of hot water for Ning Xingruan to soak his feet.

Ning Xingruan held the amulet given by Zhang Qingxuan during the day and followed behind his uncle, not daring to take a step away, looking around in panic, only feeling that there were hidden things everywhere in the dark.

In the shadow of the corner, in the closed bathroom, behind the kitchen stove, he was vigilant everywhere like a frightened bird.

"You squeeze with me tonight, and you'll be fine when you go to see Daoist Qingxuan tomorrow." Ning Pingyang carried the quilt into his room, put it against the wall inside, and signaled Ning Xingruan to go in.

The bed was not wide, it was a bit crowded for two people lying on it, there was almost no room for turning over, Ning Xingruan was squeezed between the wall and his uncle, but felt extremely at ease.

The lights were not turned off at night, he opened his eyes and looked at the roof, and heard the uncle's breathing gradually calmed down, but he still didn't feel sleepy.

His mind was so chaotic as if he was in a dream, but he was sober enough to know that it was not a dream.

It wasn't until the sky turned pale outside and the rooster crowed that he couldn't help but close his eyes and fell asleep.

When woken up, Ning Xingruan opened his eyes drowsily, and it was already bright outside.

"Xingruan, get up quickly, Daoist Qingxuan may be waiting for you at the Temple of the Mountain."

Having hardly slept all night, Ning Xingruan felt a little weak, but what happened last night was on his mind, and he desperately wanted to see Daoist Qingxuan.

After simply eating something, he immediately went out to the back mountain.

Ning Pingyang was worried about him and sent him all the way to the temple gate before leaving.

A figure in a blue Taoist robe stood in front of the altar, Ning Xingruan walked over eagerly and called out to the Taoist chief.

Qingxuan turned around, Ning Xingruan looked at that face and felt a little strange, and was confused for a moment, thinking that the two had only met once, and strangeness is normal.

Thinking of this, the blurred face in my mind and the person in front of me fit together.

Qingxuan walked up to him slowly, and said softly, "Your face is so pale, why didn't you sleep well?"

In front of the "professionals", Ning Xingruan's courage completely collapsed. He trembled slightly, whispered what happened last night, and looked at Qingxuan with wet eyes after speaking, hoping to get some comfort from him.

"It's such a pity to be so scared." Qingxuan said with pity, "What are you going to do?"

Ning Xingruan hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "He... said to let me leave, I thought, can... can someone else be this boy?"

Silence, after a long time he heard Qingxuan whisper: "Why do you think so? If he has bad intentions, what else can you do if you leave here?"

"Stay here, I promise, you will never have these troubles again after the festival."

"Really?" Ning Xingruan looked up at him, Wu Run's eyes were full of trust and expectation.

Qingxuan raised her thin lips, her voice was still so gentle: "Of course, you have to trust me."