Chapter 3 The Yellow Skin Man Asks for a Title
Eighteen years later, in a small mountain village.
"Master, were you scared away like that?"
I looked at the master who was sitting under the eaves, with a neat short hair and wearing a shabby Taoist robe, and pursed my lips with a straight face.
The master has told me this story not a hundred times, but eighty times, and each time is different. The one just now was still normal. The one that was more outrageous was that he fought against a group of ghosts alone, and he stomped his feet lightly to disperse the thunder in the sky. The frightened evil spirits all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him, calling him Grandpa.
He was so awesome that he was about to explode.
The master didn't say anything, just lying on the recliner, with his eyes hazy, and I don't know what he was thinking.
Seeing this, I quietly reached out my hand, grabbed the wine pot on the wooden table, and took a big gulp.
With a sound of "snap", the master threw out the stun nail and hit my wrist hard.
"Ouch." I screamed in pain, and the hand holding the wine bottle loosened unconsciously, and the wine bottle fell directly to the ground.
The master suddenly jumped up from the recliner, and his figure flashed, and he appeared directly in front of me, and caught the wine bottle steadily with one hand.
"Master, the stun nail is used to stun corpses. How can you use the stun nail to hit your apprentice?" I rubbed my wrist, looking aggrieved.
"You still have the nerve to criticize me?" Master glared at me with angry eyes and said unhappily, "How can you talk to Master like this? What do you mean by shit and piss? Master is retreating tactically. Also, this is the last pot of ginseng brew. If you feel cold and want to drink, go to your Aunt Wang at the village head and buy it yourself."
"Where do I have the money?" I rubbed my hands helplessly.
My name is Zhang Qianyu. I grew up with Master since I was a child. My name was given to me by Master, which means thousands of mountains and spiritual Yu, and all things revive.
But Master has a very strange name, Zhang Du'e, but everyone in the village likes to call him Zhang Laodao.
My master is a famous Yin-Yang master in the surrounding villages. Whenever an old person dies, my master will be asked to preside over the funeral and help with the acupuncture and funeral. My master and I make a living from this. My master
said that I was a Yin-born child, and that he cut me out of a female corpse. The female corpse in the story he often told was my mother, and I was the baby.
Because I was born in a Yin-gathering coffin and was a Yin-born child, I was born with more Yin than Yang. From childhood to adulthood, my body was cold and I was born to attract fierce ghosts. Before I was ten years old, I could see those dirty things every night, but every time, I could turn the bad into good, especially the two marks on my shoulders. Whenever there was a crisis, they would always light up and scare away the evil spirits.
"Qian Yu, Qian Yu..."
Someone called me quietly outside the yard. I turned around and saw Hu Zi from our village.
Hu Zi is about the same age as me. Like me, he dropped out of high school. Hu Zi dropped out because his family was poor, while I was always startled by seeing dirty things. The school persuaded me to drop out because I had mental problems.
"Why is this kid here so early?" I took a look at the latest Huawei mobile phone that my master had placed on the wooden table. My eyes rolled, and then I grabbed the phone and ran away.
"Hey, you bastard, you took my phone again." Master wanted to chase me, but I was very nimble and rushed out of the yard in a few steps. Master was so anxious that he jumped up and down, but he could do nothing. Before leaving, he just shouted: "Don't peek at my photo album and WeChat."
"I know, I know." I waved my hand and ran to the
back mountain with Hu Zi. Hu Zi was already panting and soaking wet after running all the way to the back mountain. Because my master forced me to practice martial arts since I was a child, I was in a strong body and ran all the way without getting red or out of breath.
"Did you bring the wine?" I looked at Hu Zi and asked.
Hu Zi grinned and said, "I brought it. It's the newly brewed Shao Dao Zi by Widow Wang. It's over 60 degrees. I guarantee you'll enjoy it." After saying that, Hu Zi rubbed his hands and said, "Where's the phone? Give it to me."
I hurriedly took the bottle, opened it, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.
"Very refreshing!" I burped, and felt my body warm up a bit. After making sure that Hu Zi hadn't exchanged water, I handed the phone to Hu Zi.
"I can't wait any longer, Qianyu, I'm telling you, I've just created a new website from my uncle, my god, the movies inside are all really good, especially the one called Fukada Eimi, that waist, that figure, damn, it's just amazing. Hey, drink slowly, leave me two sips." Hu Zi opened the browser,
typed in a string of URLs, and took a big sip from the bottle.
"Do you know Fukada Eimi?" Hu Zi asked me while fiddling with his phone.
I shook my head and said I didn't know. Hu Zi heard this and asked again: "What about Muto Ran?"
I continued to shake my head to indicate that I didn't know, and Hu Zi smacked his lips and said: "If you don't know Muto Ran in your life, it's useless to watch all the porn movies, Qianyu, you've lived for 18 years in vain.".
7 A few seconds later, an alluring gasp came from the receiver of the mobile phone. The sound made me blush, but Hu Zi was watching with great interest, his eyes shining. But after a while, the sound stopped abruptly, replaced by Hu Zi's curse: "Fuck, why is it stuck at the critical moment? What kind of network is this? Qian Yu, your master's phone is not very good. Now everyone uses 5G, but your master's is still using 4G."
I ignored him, just squinting my eyes, looking at a new tomb not far away, sipping wine.
The new tomb is the tomb of Liu Laohan from our village. A week ago, Liu Laohan, who had just celebrated his 80th birthday, suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died before he could go to the hospital. It was my master who helped to preside over the funeral.
Even this grave was chosen by my master.
It was just strange that Liu Laohan’s grave was covered with dense small footprints. Those footprints did not look like human ones, but more like those of yellow foxes or foxes.
“Could it be that a yellow fox broke into the hole and ate the corpse?” I wanted to go and take a look, but after thinking about it, I decided not to.
My master told me since I was a child that life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven. In this life, happiness, longevity and fortune are all determined by heaven, and what happens after death is also arranged by the dark.
Since Liu Laohan did not steal corpses or cause trouble, it has nothing to do with me and my master.
"Fuck, I won't watch it anymore, it's such a bummer." Hu Zi cursed loudly, stuffed the phone into my hand, snatched the bottle of wine and took a few gulps, then said with a lewd look on his face: "Qian Yu, when I went to buy wine just now, Widow Wang was boiling water. Now she must be taking a bath. Come on, I'll take you to open your eyes."
After saying that, Hu Zi finished the burning knife in one gulp, threw the bottle of wine, and walked down the mountain drunk.
"Hu Zi, have you seen it?" I followed Hu Zi and asked curiously.
Widow Wang is a famous nympho in the nearby villages. She has a curvy figure, thin where she should be thin, and plump where she should be plump. She was born with peach blossom eyes and an indescribable charm. It's just that she was unlucky. Her husband died when she was only 30 years old. She has been a widow all these years.
"Oh, not only have you seen it, but you have also used it." Hu Zi smiled obscenely, but I am sure that this sentence is Hu Zi bragging.
"Why is there such a thick fog?" Hu Zi muttered, then wiped his mouth and walked down the mountain nonchalantly, but I frowned.
The fog came too suddenly. It was sunny just now, but now it is so thick that I can't even see the road clearly.
Just as I was getting suspicious, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew over, and then a hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the mist.
"Young man, what do you think I look like? A human or a god?"
My heart tightened, and I looked in the direction of the voice, and I saw an old lady with bound feet standing in the mist.
She was leaning on a cane, and her wrinkled face was covered with a layer of fine hair. At this moment, she was looking at me and Hu Zi with a burning gaze.
This old lady looked very strange, not like an ordinary person, and had a pointed face and monkey cheeks. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her for the first time, and my skin tensed up a little.
"Where did you come from, old lady? Why haven't I seen you before?" I was puzzled, and the old lady seemed a little anxious. Seeing that Hu Zi and I didn't say anything, she continued to ask in a hoarse voice: "Young man, I'm asking you a question. Tell me quickly, what do I look like, a human or a god?"
After hearing this, I was struck by lightning and froze in place instantly.
Because I remembered a weird legend that my master had told me.
Legend has it that when mountain spirits and ghosts want to achieve the right result, they must block the way and ask people to ask you whether they look like a human or a god. This is called asking for a title.
If you say it looks like a human, its practice will be wasted.
If you say it looks like a god, it can achieve the right result, but it will still pester you and borrow your life in the future.
When I thought of this, I couldn't help swallowing my saliva. I looked again and found that it was not an old lady, but a yellow-skinned man wearing old lady's clothes and walking upright!
I was startled and broke into a cold sweat, and the hoarse voice sounded again, urging me: "Hurry up, hurry up..."
Just when I didn't know how to answer, Hu Zi, who was drunk and flushed, suddenly spoke.
"I think you look like an idiot."
[Author's words]
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