My Death God Roommate

Several people stayed in Guanerzhou for another two days, and after dealing with the follow-up matters, it was very close to the Zhongyuan Festival.

At breakfast one day, Mu Rong, who seemed absent-minded during the whole process, saw that Sangtong had almost eaten, put down his chopsticks, and said softly, "There are still a few days to go to the Zhongyuan Festival. Should we set off to Jiuhua Mountain? ?"

Zeng Tianhan threw the chopsticks so much that it was neither heavy nor light: "Li Hanchu's matter is solved, but I still have one thing I want Sang Tong to help me, she has already agreed?"

"Yes, this is my job. I have promised Zeng Tianhan to help."

Mu Rong lowered his eyes: "Oh, then you can wait until you're done... as long as you can catch up." After speaking, he left lonely.

Su Sifang's always calm face showed an unpleasant look for the first time. She stared at Sang Tong. Just as she was about to persuade her, Sang Yu pushed the bowl: "Sister Tongtong, are you and Zeng Tianhan a bit too much? "

Sang Tong was startled: "What happened to us?"

"Why are you aiming at Mu Rong like this? Just because one thing did not meet your requirements, do you want to do this? Just because of such a thing, you negated all the good things in others? And this time we were originally His plan was to go to Jiuhua Mountain, and it was unexpected to stop in Guanerzhou."

Intellectually, Sang Tong had agreed with Sang Yu's words, but his mouth did not obey, and said: "She was the only person who was able to move at the time. Her inaction almost killed you."

Sang Yu looked at Sang Tong disappointedly: "If it weren't for Mu Rong, my life would have been accounted for long ago. Why would I have come to Guanerzhou? How did her hands make it? How did the chains on her body come from? She violated the following instructions and did not hook my soul? Sister Tongtong, think about it, put aside this, how much Mu Rong has done for us, has she asked for anything in return? She is a human being, not a god. She has limited abilities, and she has tried her best to do her best. Why are you so harsh? How can you turn black and white on the right and wrong? This is what you promised Mu Rong, but now you suddenly say so Like this." Sang Yu got up and left.

Looking at Sang Yu's back, Sang Tong opened his mouth and wanted to explain to her that she didn't think so.

This thought had just flashed, and immediately another dark voice denied it.

"That's what I think. Yu Wa'er is the one I have been caring for for fifteen years on the cusp of my heart. Mu Rong's mistake almost killed Sang Yu, which is unforgivable."

Su Sifang closed his eyes with his hands folded and chanted: "Amitabha Buddha."

Under Sang Yu's "urging", Sang Tong traveled with his original promise and agreed with Zeng Tianhan: After working on Jiuhua Mountain, he will come to Guanerzhou again when he returns, and he will return to the Northeast after handling this matter.

The next day, Sang Tong booked the earliest flight to Jiuhua Mountain.

According to legend, this was once the dojo of Ksitigarbha, and the roots of Jiuhua Mountain lead directly to the netherworld.

At the time when the ghost gate was opened on the Mid-Year Festival, casting spells here can be channeled to the Tiewei Mountain, where Mu Rong's mother is serving the sentence.

There is an anonymous small temple on Jiuhua Mountain, and the four of them temporarily borrowed in this small temple.

The main hall enshrines the golden body image of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Outside the hall is a rectangular square. At the end of the square is an old tree covered with red ropes, and there is a well under the tree.

The Jimin monks in this small, unknown temple eat the water from this well on weekdays.

On the day of Zhongyuan Festival, Sang Tong set up a divine case in front of the well. The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the reflection of the moon was completely reflected in the well.

Sangtong burned incense and said a spell to the mouth of the well, and said to Mu Rong: "You can see your mother..."

Mu Rong leaped to the side of the well, holding the icy stone at the mouth of the well, poking his entire head in, and a moment later, he said, "Mom."

Sang Tong looked up at the moon in the sky and said, "The length of this meeting is determined by the heavens. When the reflection of the moon cannot be fully revealed in the well, your mother's figure will disappear."

Several people returned to their rooms, and Mu Rongqiang's self-depressing sobs echoed in the courtyard.

No one knows how long Mu Rong and her mother met after sixteen years.

No one came out that night, and even the monks in the temple stayed in their rooms for evening classes, leaving the courtyard to Murong.

Mu Rong sat by the well for the night. After the picture of her mother disappeared, she leaned on the well and looked up at the moon.

Mu Rong was outside, Sang Yu was inside, Mu Rong sat all night, and Sang Yu stayed up all night.

When it was dark, Sang Yu secretly pushed a corner of the window open, watching Mu Rong sitting by the well, stubbornly guarding the well and refusing to leave, as if lost and waiting for his mother to find his child.

Sang Yu looked sad: the stronger the person, occasionally revealing weakness, the more distressed.

At breakfast, Mu Rong bowed deeply to Sang Tong and thanked him; now I am embarrassed to change Sang Tong.

The four did not stop at Jiuhua Mountain and returned to Guanerzhou without stopping.

On the day the car broke down, Zeng Tianhan and Sang Tong exchanged messages with each other in a seemingly small chat. Zeng Tianhan said: He encountered a difficult incident and needed Sang Tong's help.

Sang Tong thought it was Li Hanchu, but Zeng Tianhan later told her that it was not. There was another matter that needed Sang Tong's assistance.

"Let me just say, how could the bureau send you to deal with such a big matter? It involves the Yelou River Demon, which is related to the livelihood of the people. It would be too hasty to send you."

Zeng Tianhan smiled: "Li Hanchu's matter is just a coincidence, and you need to handle the other matter for me."

"Very tricky?"

"That's not the case, it's just that the thing is very clever. It saw my origin and fled to the other side of the Yelou River."

Sang Tong understood: Family immortal is not the river, Zeng Tianhan, as the descendant of the Northeast Shamanism, cannot bring mana to the other side of the river.

Five people took a bus and drove for 40 minutes to reach the city of Xiabian on the opposite bank.

After getting off the bus, Zeng Tianhan went to the window to buy five more tickets, and the group boarded the bus again, and arrived at the station two hours later.

Zeng Tianhan once again took a few people into the minibus. The kind of bus is very shabby, the windows can be opened, the tickets can be sold on the bus, and the bus can be parked on the side of the road at any time.

The route of this bus is almost all dirt roads, very bumpy, tall buildings are no longer visible outside the window, and the air is filled with the smell of livestock manure.

Sang Tong frowned, resisting discomfort, and asked: "Where are you taking us?"

"It's almost here."

"How do you know that this thing is here?" Didn't you say that you will lose power after passing Jiang?

Zeng Tianhan lowered his voice, and leaned into Sang Tong's ear to explain: "Before I set off, I asked the old fairy to give me a pinch. The position was pointed out by the old fairy. It's not wrong."

"How far is it?"

"It's almost here!"

After getting off the minibus, it was already afternoon. Sang Tong and the others were hungry, but the place where they got off was a dirt road with no signs, no signs, no people in front or behind, let alone restaurants.

It can be described as not going to the village before and not going to the shop behind.

Zeng Tianhan was full of confidence, raised his hand to check the time, and the old fairy pinched the route and time for him, and the journey would go smoothly.

"Zeng Tianhan, where is this? Where are you taking us?"

"Shhh, there are three minutes left. I'll be here soon."

Two minutes later, there was a rush of sudden noise from one end of the dirt road.

Sang Tong turned his head and took a look: "You won't let us ride this tractor, will you?"

"Yes, that's it! The old fairy said: This tractor can take us to our destination."

Zeng Tianhan rushed to the middle of the dirt road and waved his arms: "My fellow, stop!"

"You baby, what are you doing in the middle of the road?"

"My fellow, can you take us for a while?"

"It's fine, but I brought this car into the city just now. If you don't dislike it, come up."

"No dislike, no dislike!"

"I am Xiaohuacun, where are you going?"

"What a coincidence, we went to Xiaohuacun!"

"What are you doing in our village? Are you leaving relatives? Why haven't I met you?"

Zeng Tianhan has done his homework a long time ago and replied: “We are students of the Art Department of XX University, and my graduation project is on the art of opera. I heard that Xiaohuacun once had a very famous Shaoxing opera team. I wanted to collect some valuable information in the past. ."

When the man heard this, his face was proud, but he quickly turned to worry. Sang Tong caught the man's changes and asked, "Uncle, what's the matter? The Yue opera team moved away?"

The man waved his hand: "Now there are fewer people listening to the opera, and fewer children sincerely learning it. There is only one empty shell left in our village team."

"It doesn't matter, as long as there are older seniors, we are willing to take a trip! The stories in the belly of the older generation of artists, if they can be sorted out, will be very precious wealth, just like the Erquan Yingyue back then, if not someone special Go to A Bing's house to sort it out, this song may be lost."

The man hesitated to speak, but looking at Zeng Tianhan's eagerness, he swallowed the rest of the words back: "Sure, come up, if you want to live in my house, my wife and I are the only three tiles in the house. Two rooms are empty. Half, my son works in Gwangju. I’m used to staying in big cities, so I don’t want to come back! My daughter is about the same age as you. She is a sophomore at the University of Posts and Telecommunications. Listen to her. After graduation, I want to work in the capital, but I don’t plan to return. Home, ah... I knew this, what new house would I build? It's better to live in the old house before, now the house is big, and we are the two of us, it is very empty."

The man was very enthusiastic and lonely. In his eyes, Murong and his group were about the same age as their sons and daughters, so they naturally opened the conversation.

"But I heard from the west end of the village that something strange happened these days. I live in Dongtou and I can't hear anything, but you just walk around during the day, and at night..."

The tractor started, and the "burst" sound covered the words behind the man.