Panguan

She woke up in the middle of the night a few times and saw the dumb girl wiping tears at a small shoe in the middle of the night, knowing that she still missed her lost son. Then secretly calculated.

The calculated results are very strange, always showing that the dumb girl's son is in the village.

This is simply a ghost story. Anyone who changes it will be shocked and guess something.

But Zhang Wan in that life had a calm personality, and she didn't dare to tell the dumb girl rashly after calculating such a result.

She remembered that the dumb girl said that her son had a birthmark the size of a thumbprint on the back of his neck, so she stared at people of the same age in and out of the village every day, and she often paid attention to it when she went to the fields, for fear that something would be dug up someday.

Liuzhuang is only that big in total, and she stared at it several times, but there was no result. Both disappointed and relieved. After thinking about it, she attributed the problem to her limited ability, and the calculations were not accurate.

The world is so big, and the dumb girl's son, who is always on her mind, should still be growing up in a place she doesn't know.

"At that time, I often had some strange dreams, and occasionally there were some omens." Zhang Wan said, "Those omens helped me and some people avoid many things."

It is because she has successfully avoided many times that she is a little blindly confident. I feel that before disasters and troubles come, I must dream of something, and the time is always coincidental, so I have time to do something. On the contrary, as long as there is no dream, there will be no major events.

"It happened that time was different." Zhang Wan recalled, "That day was also night..."

It rained continuously for many days in Liuzhuang, and it didn't stop at night. Every time it rains like this, the village is extraordinarily quiet. The sound of rain made people sleepy, and everyone slept soundly that day, except Zhang Wan.

She slept well in the first half of the night, but suddenly fell into a dream in the second half of the night.

She dreamed of a village similar to Liuzhuang, also leaning on the mountain, with an official road beside the village, and a post station beside the road, with horse posts and tea and wine stalls.

It was raining there, too, with thunder and lightning. She saw two young men in tan robes running out of the village to take shelter from the rain beside the unoccupied hitching post.

The shorter one wrung the water from his clothes and said, "Where did you get the news that this mountain is going to collapse? Did you hear it from Senior Brother Zhuang?"

Another taller and stronger person said: "No mention, he just said that he will not go down the mountain for a few days. Never mind how I got the news, anyway, it is true, otherwise you can talk about why Senior Brother Zhuang and Senior Brother Zhong are so good." Coincidentally, you won’t go down the mountain for a few days?”

After asking the rhetorical question, he answered to himself: "To avoid disaster."

The short man believed it seven or eight points, and his complexion was a little pale, but he still said: "Then...that's not a big deal, those people on the mountain know it, so why are they afraid?"

"So what if you know." Another person rolled up his sleeves and said without raising his head, "When did you see them meddling in this?"

The short man's complexion became even worse: "But——"

"Furthermore, the upper and lower mountains have always been divided into two places, and the disciples on the mountain are the real ones. The lower mountain is just..." The tall man rolled up one sleeve, pulled out a strip of cloth, and tightened it with his teeth: "It's just to disperse The mediocre people who can't get rid of it will be raised. The disasters at the bottom of the mountain can't be caused by the left and right sides of the mountain, so why bother to take care of it?"

"You can't say that, didn't you say before that you have to work hard and try to—"

The tall man interrupted unhappily: "That's all nonsense about how old you are, Chen Zhima rotten millet."

He fastened the sleeve on the other side, and then asked the short man: "You and I grew up in this village. The village name is Zhang, our surname is Zhang, and there are many disciples at the foot of the mountain who are born with the surname Zhang, so we belong to the same family. You, didn't find anyone else, because you felt that you and I are like brothers, and you also value love and righteousness, not those fake immortals who cultivate themselves on the path of ruthlessness all day long."

The short man was terrified by his words, and his face turned pale: "Why do you call it a false fairy? What happened to you recently? Why is every sentence a thorn."

"It's just been holding back for a long time. All in all, the village is going to suffer a disaster, and it's a big disaster. Just say, can it be saved?"

"Save! But how?"

"Find a barren mountain with a similar hexagram and turn around." The tall man said.

A thunderbolt exploded from the sky, making their faces as pale as ghosts. The short man was startled, he didn't hear clearly, and when he tried to ask again, the tall man had already walked into the rain.

He looked around, finally squatted down somewhere, and took out the paper talisman from his pocket. When he lowered his head, the back of his neck was exposed.

...

"That's when I woke up." Zhang Wan said, "When I woke up, I found that I was not in bed, but sleepwalked outside, squatting next to the tethering post at the official road post station in Liuzhuang, talking to the person in my dream." People are exactly the same."

At that moment, Zhang Wan felt that she was helping the other party accomplish what he wanted to do from a distance.

And what he wants to do is to divert the disaster from that mountain.

"I realized something was wrong, and immediately ran like crazy to the village, trying to wake up the others. But—"

As soon as she ran to the foot of the mountain, she heard the sound of cracking.

She raised her head, only to see huge rocks rolling down, half of the mountain falling apart. She only had time to let out a scream, but no one could hear it.

No matter whether it was the people in the village or herself, no one could escape the falling shadow.

"I didn't say this at the time. First, I always felt that I was involved in that man-made disaster. Even if it wasn't voluntary, I still couldn't get over that hurdle. As for the person in the dream..." Zhang Wan said softly, "I was I don’t want to mention it either, because I saw a birthmark the size of a thumb on the back of his neck.”