"It's useless, it's useless?" My mother was a little excited, and her voice couldn't help but feel high. She said that I heard Luo Daji say a few days ago, saying that he had seen that old Taoist priest on the Wuguniang Mountain where the snail forest recently. Maybe he didn't leave at all, and even the Taoist temple was set up there. Let's look for it, maybe you can find it.

My mother said hopefully, but what was received was my father's silence. The stiff atmosphere had been silent for a long time. I was waiting in bed with discomfort. I opened half of my eyes and saw that my father, who had never smoked cigarettes, found a cigarette pole from where I got some dried tobacco leaves, and was smoking it one by one. He obviously had never smoked much, and the leaves of his own planted choked again, and tears rolled down his tears.

I had an impression on me, but I didn't see my mother and my father blushing, but this time she was obviously a little anxious. She grabbed my father's sleeve and said excitedly: "You can see clearly that you had several children died before the liberation of the stream. Erdan was obviously entangled by those water ghosts, and there was no way to take medicine. If you don't go to find that old Taoist priest, my Erdan might not have been alive for a few days. Why are you so cruel? Let me tell you, if my Erdan can't survive, I won't live anymore..."

When I heard this, I thought about it. At noon yesterday, my mother turned out to be normal and thought that I might not have lived long - but, can I really not be able to survive?

I have never thought about this kind of problem. When I think of me like those who have died over the years, lying in a thin-skinned coffin and burying it in the soil, having no food or drink, without parents, no sister, and no friends to play together, wouldn’t that be bored? Just as I was thinking about it, I heard my mother pushing her to death, my father finally spoke up and said, “I don’t want my son to die, but you don’t know those monks, no father or mother, and there are no ancestors and elders in your heart. If I raise such a child, I would rather give the white-haired man to the black-haired man, at least I know where he is lying at night.

As soon as my father said this, my mother immediately scolded him. After the scolding, he instructed him, saying that he might not be like you think, even if it is, he is always better than death, right?

That night, my father and my mother discussed it all night, sometimes crying, sometimes making trouble, but at that time I just felt that my eyelids were very heavy and my head was heavy, as if someone was sitting on the top of my head, and I was confused and fell asleep again without realizing it.

When I woke up the next morning, my mother had already started to arrange things. She went to the pottery jar in the kitchen to take out a basket of eggs, and brought two bacon on the beam, and then took two dead rabbits with furry and a large bag of rice. After all these gifts were prepared, I discussed with my father downstairs for a long time, then went upstairs, asked me to get up and wash them up. Then my mother carried everything in a bamboo basket, while my father carried two sharp hatches. After some preparation, she kept my sister at the house, and we walked towards Wuguniang Mountain while dawn.

Wuguniang Mountain is the main peak of the Mali Mountain area. As the name suggests, there are five hills. After passing there, you will enter the old forest. I heard that there are many wild animals there, as well as seedlings that do not pay grain or pay taxes.

Although I was just sick on my neck, I had no strength after struggling these days. I was very weak and far from as relaxed as I did when I went to the mountains to play. However, I have one thing, that is, I am more competitive and stubborn. I am so old that I don’t want my father and mother to carry it on my back, gritting my teeth and tilting my grains.

I had heard the conversation between my father and my mother last night. I knew that the disease on me might be caused by the wronged soul in the stream. Ordinary medicine cannot be cured. Only an old Taoist priest on the top of the mountain could be cured. However, the old Taoist priest is not a good person. He wants to snatch his son from my father - I am the meat that fell from my mother, and my father fed it one by one, so he could be a son for others again?

Before I knew it, I felt a sense of disgust in my heart about the old Taoist priest who had not met and had not known whether I could find it.

The stream I had been robbed before was in the south, while Wuguniang Mountain was in the east. However, to go there, we had to pass through the snail forest. This village is the closest to the deep mountains. After passing here, we need to enter the Mangmang Forest. Although my father came here when collecting herbs, he was not familiar with it. Instead, my mother grew up on this Mali Mountain, so he could still distinguish the direction and not go the wrong way.

The mountains are densely forested and rarely visited, and the road is not as good as a road. It is stepped on by hunters and herbs, and some are even wild animals. We set out from the early morning and walked until the sun was high. We will see the highest one of Wuguniang Mountain, which stands far away in the clouds. To be honest, the peaks in our place are not high, but dense. Looking around, there are mountain buns everywhere, endless, making people feel desperate.

I don’t know how long I walked, but everyone was so tired. If my father hadn’t helped me, I would have fallen on the mountain road. I wouldn’t have sharpened my knife to chop wood. When I was tired, I would have to rest. My father found a clearing in the forest, helped my mother unload the things, and then touched a few steamed sweet potatoes and a bamboo tube containing water to give it to us.

The sweet potatoes are sweet, but they don’t bear to be hungry. However, the conditions at that time were like this, and there was nothing to complain about. I was a little bite of a poor man, and I ate three at a time. I was so choking that I was drinking water from the bamboo tube when I suddenly heard a strange sound in the distance. At first, I didn’t think it was, but later I heard it squeaking again and the rooster was noisy again, and I knew that something was really wrong, so I quickly told my parents.

My father didn't want to care about this, but he couldn't stand my hard work. My mother was worried about any problems, so she could go and see it, so she agreed. However, in the deep mountains and old forests, we were always on guard against others. Instead, we slowly touched the woods and walked to the front and saw four big and round men huddled in the forest. There was a thin old man in front of them. I didn't know what they had done, and there was a whole circle of wild monkeys next to them.

The monkeys in Mali Mountain are different from those in other places. The old people said that these monkeys were the same ancestors as humans, with spirituality and bad tempers. They usually don’t appear in front of people very wild, but they don’t know why they all gathered here.

My father is not an old resident here. He fled to the famine before liberation and had seen some worldly things. Seeing these people carrying bamboo cages and iron chains, he whispered to my mother: "These people are catching monkeys. These people who run to the dock are the most brave. They carry guys on them. Be careful and don't make a sound." My mother didn't say anything, but I asked in a low voice: "If you don't make a sound, let them catch the monkeys?"

My father smiled bitterly and said, "These monkeys are not yours, why do you care so much? If you get angry with those people, what should I do if I stab you with a knife in the deep mountains and forests?"

I didn't say anything, but I always felt that this was wrong. The forest started to stir up. I saw the thin old man holding a big reed rooster and killing it with one knife, sprinkling blood in front of the monkeys. The monkeys usually looked very fierce, but now they were all scared by the evil spirits. They didn't dare to move, so they lowered their heads and were tied away one by one. Soon, the people left and left here.

My father saw those people walking away, so he pulled us over and looked carefully. He found that the group was very stingy. Not only did he take away a dozen monkeys, but he even took away the dead big reed rooster.
Chapter completed!