That day, I couldn't get to Youwu Town and just parked in a city for a night. When I set off again the next day, Cao Yanhua got a countdown card book from somewhere, and hung it on the car, and flipped the number on the page of "19". As the car started, it swayed left and right, facing this person and then facing that person.

Ten thousand San felt annoyed, so he reached out and wanted to pull it away. Luo Ren said, "It's better to keep it, you have motivation only if you have some pressure."

So I kept it there.

Nearly evening in the afternoon, the car slowly drove into the town.

The setting sun shines, the whole town is quiet and peaceful, the surrounding mountains are lazy and lazy, and there is a sense of closeness and harmlessness. When the wheels roll over the bluestone slab, you can hear the sound of the slab swaying because of the looseness.

It is rare to see people, but chickens and ducks are always in groups, almost becoming natural traffic lights. Every time Cao Yanhua sees them, he will stop in fear - Hummer enters the town and becomes a turtle slowly crawling.

Yanhongsha and Yiwansan are the first time we came here. Everything is fresh. Yanhongsha pressed the car window and looked at the scenery outside. I felt that it was not so relaxed and comfortable for a long time - Lijiang relaxation is relaxation, and now tourists are flocking to it, which is too noisy.

He said: "Miyo, when we get old, we will come here to take care of our elderly care."

Kimyo said: "Okay, I have real estate here, you can live there."

She called Zheng Mingshan.

Zheng Mingshan replied simply: "The key to the gate is on the top of the gate tower, under the raised claws of the beasts in the eaves, go up and get it. I set up a simple mourning hall in my room, with the ashes and tablets. You know the etiquette, the guards, etc., and you can make up for it yourself. Also, the master is not buried in a fog. She told me before she died that after she died, she would be buried back to Baoding. I am now in Baoding."

After hanging up the phone, Kiyo was so melancholy that he suddenly remembered what Meihua Jiuniang said.

——I want to drink the stewed knife from the winery at the intersection of Baoding City back then. The owner came from Liaodong and brewed a handful of strong wine. As soon as the entrance was like a fire line, it burned from the throat to the stomach.

She said to Luo Ren: "My master must have been an amazing person back then. It's just a pity..."

It’s just a pity that when Meihua Jiuniang accepted her as her disciple, she had already faded out of the world and even out of this world. The deepest impression of Muyo was that she would insert a carefully carved plum blossom silver hairpin into her bun.

She kept silent about what she had done in her early years, whom she loved, what kind of liquor she drank, and why she was alone in Youwu Town.

Luo Ren wanted to say something, but the car suddenly shook for a while and stopped.

arrive.

He looked at the house where the door was closed. The first time he arrived was at night. Plum Blossom Jiuniang was still there. Zheng Mingshan held a big bowl and buried his head in the meal, holding a bottle of white wine at his feet.

In just a few days, everything has changed. Life is so long, how can it be that things are different?

***

When he opened the door and entered, Muyo felt like he had changed.

It was different from the days before. At that time, the master passed the robe and bowl to her, but she didn't have any special feelings. Now, the master has passed away and the eldest brother is not here. She is the only master of the house.

She arranged for Luo Ren and the others to stay in the front yard, and everything was explained, and she was in order, so she took Cao Yanhua to the back yard herself.

After Luo Ren and the others finished packing up, they went to the backyard to take a look. Cao Yanhua was busy and hung a black curtain on the moon gate. When they saw them, they said, "I'm sorry, I haven't packed it yet. It's not convenient to enter now."

Zheng Mingshan himself made half of these arrangements, and left the rest to Mu Dai and Cao Yanhua. His methods of acting will never be in accordance with the rules, but it is reasonable to think about it carefully.

Muyo was wearing a white training suit, with a white silk piece around his waist and a black filial piety cover on his arms. He was half kneeling beside a small stove in the middle of the courtyard to make a fire. The opening was a bit uncomfortable, and he was choking by the smoke and coughing, but he still wiped his face and bloated his cheeks and kept blowing.

Luo Ren felt a little uncomfortable, but he knew it was inconvenient to help him. Yan Hongsha pulled his sleeve and asked, "What is Mu Dai doing?"

"Sir to the disciples' tea."

This is the rule.

——What should the first thing a disciple does when he returns home and meets his master?

——Respect the disciples’ tea.

Luo Ren and the others stood outside the moon gate and watched. No one spoke loudly, as if they were afraid of disturbing the silent soul of Meihua Jiuniang who had not left. Cao Jiefang was originally leisurely walking in the front yard, and watched the fish with his butt on the side of the Triangle Water Pavilion. Seeing that everyone was here, he walked slowly over.

The little chicken feet were about to step past the moon gate, and Shi San glared at it, stomped its feet on the ground, and it was so scared that it quickly retracted.

Suddenly, water was rolled on the stove, and the wooden substitute pad wrapped the teapot handle. The boiling water was poured into the teacup cover bowl, covered it and put it in the pad. Holding hands together, walking to the door of the main room, kneeling down on a paved yellow silk cloth brocade, lowering his head slightly, holding the tea bowl to his eyebrows, and straightening his back, not moving.

He said loudly: "Master drinks tea."

The sound was very loud, and everyone at the moon gate could hear it clearly.

After a few seconds, Cao Yanhua went over, took the tea stent and placed it on the side. Mu Dai leaned over and bowed, his palms overlapped and pressed against the ground, and his forehead was pressed on the palm surface, without moving.

When I did these things in the past, I was inevitably lazy and often acted coquettishly with Meihua Jiuniang. Meihua Jiuniang treated her with indulgence, so if there were those lazy and simplified people, I would go with her.

Now that the person is gone, he is doing the most respectful and meticulous, but the master can no longer see it.

Muday's eyes were hot and his shoulders were trembling uncontrollably. Cao Yanhua kept waving out from the side, which meant: Don't look at it, go back, come back tonight.

***

According to the rules, the Mushi must be restored from sunset to sunrise, but considering the tight time, she will be guarding until midnight, and then meet Luo Ren and the others to visit the Sipailou.

During this period, Luo Ren made preparations to enter the mountain. He roughly calculated that he would only leave the next night when he entered tonight. There would be a day and night delay in the mountain, and all meals and accommodations had to be arranged.

He put on a few backpacks, packed food, and also had blankets and tents, Yanhong San, the charlatan and 10,000 with a guide, pointed to spray paint and Cao Jiefang to explore the surrounding mountains. They did not believe in evil, and felt that with experience and a lot of people, they could always go deeper.

Luo Ren let them hit the wall. After it got dark, he cooked some noodles and ate it. Mu Dai and Cao Yanhua did not eat, so they did not prepare their portion.

At around eight o'clock, the group of people with dirt was back and actually lined up in a row. The leader was Cao Jiefang, who was holding his head and chest out.

Sure enough, I turned around inside, the guide failed, and Ten Thousand Three complained that it was like a ghost hitting a wall. I clearly marked the painting and saw it after walking for a while. Hey, I met again, and the relationship was gone in a circle.

Yanhongsha was even more embarrassed. He stepped into a mud pit with one foot and fell to the crook of his legs. If Cao Jiefang hadn't learned about the way, the few people wouldn't know how long they would have been wandering inside.

Luo Ren threw a few bags of instant noodles to them and said, "I've reminded you a long time ago."

Considering that there was no Internet after entering the mountain, Luo Ren searched the Internet for information about "Pailhouse" while Yan Hongsha and the others opened fire.

Basically, they are all the things I learned before.

——Palaces, first seen in the Zhou Dynasty, were originally used to commemorate filial piety, and were mostly found in gardens, temples, palaces, mausoleums, and streets.

Luo Ren had heard Mu Dai talk about the style of "Guan Si Pailou". It sounds like this archway is used to preserve that box - but why use the archway? Just hide a box and dig a hidden pit and bury it. As for such a lot of trouble?

In order to keep up with the physical strength, everyone took a nap with Yi for a while after dinner. After midnight, Cao Yanhua came over and called the door and said, "Brother Luo, you can go there."

He also wore a mourning dress, and, perhaps because he was just getting started, he had a mourning hat on his head.

***

Meihua Jiuniang's room was covered with white cloth curtains. Except for the full bed, the furnishings in the house were all changed, making it convenient to set up a mourning hall.

Without turning on the light, a large white candle was lit. The candle head was almost as big as someone's fist, which made the whole room look blurred.

The place where the photos should have been placed was the urn of Plum Blossom Jiuniang, with an ebony texture. Above the urn was a silver plum blossom hairpin rubbed with a silver cloth, which was as shiny as new.

Maybe it was wiped when the senior brother arranged it. Mu Daye was actually a little regretful. She felt that she shouldn't have wiped it. Every layer of time and layer of old, and it was as bright as new as it was, and it always seemed like something was missing.

Luo Ren and the others came over one by one, knelt down on the Jinpu in front of the spiritual throne to pay tribute. Mu Dai returned the gift one by one on the side. After the charlatan finished giving the gift, he took out a cloth bag from his pocket and held it in his hands to give it to Mu Dai.

——Those who read this letter rushed to the bottom of Yunling and watched the four archways.

This step is finally completed.

Finally, Mu Dai kowtowed to the spiritual tablet three times and said, "Master, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you until dawn."

He knelt for too long, and when he got up, he staggered. Luo Ren reached out to support her. She stood up with Luo Ren's arm, lowered her head to rub her knees, and said, "The legs are numb."

After saying that, I looked up at everyone, and it was time to set off.

Mu Dai walked to the bed, opened the delicately carved secret door on the right wall, stood on tiptoe and groped in the secret wall upside, and took out a silver-eyed bat.

The charlatan was so excited that he took it over and was breathless.

It was dark red, like painted, with the same texture as the seven keys of Yin Erma's family. Some parts were rubbed and shiny. There were two silver beads embedded in their eyes. They reached out to pluck them, and seemed to be able to rotate slightly. The silver beads showed different colors as the light and darkness of the light and shadow, and they looked like changing eyes.

How did Luban make these things?

The picture seemed to appear in my mind, with wood chips all over the ground, and the bats made of new wood were initially formed, and Lu Ban was still lying on his hand with the seven keys that had just been cut...

The charlatan took out a tape measure, wanted to measure the size, and do first-hand recording information.

Kiyo said: "I'll let you take photos and measure them when I'm back, there's time."

Yes, the charlatan put the tape measure back in disappointment, looking very envious.

Mu Dai told them: "There is already foggy outside, so let's not squirt flashlights. The brightness of silver-eyed bats is limited. The light of the flashlight is too strong, which can easily block the brightness of the lead."

Is that right? Several people quickly stuffed the flashlight they held in their hands back into their bags.

Set out, walk through the narrow path beside the bed, open the back door, and enter into the endless night and thick fog.

***

The principle of silver-eyed bat is largely about helping people avoid sensory blindness. When walking normally, people inevitably have preferences and habits, speculations with experience, and are affected by the situation seen by the eyes. They think that they cannot walk here and there is a dead end. They need to go around, avoid, and turn around.

But in the darkness, you don’t have to think about anything, just chasing the light that leads the way. If you think about it carefully, it is actually terrifying: it may lead you to approach the cliff, pass through the deep ravine, and find a tortuous and solid path in the swamp without a road.

And these paths, when the sun is shining brightly, you will only retreat to the death: "No! You can't leave, this is seeking death."

In order to avoid possible accidents, Luo Ren took out a long rope from his backpack and imitated the method of climbing a mountaineering team. Everyone wrapped their waists on one side, completely "grasshoppers on a rope", Mu Dai led the lead, and Luo Ren provoked the back. In this way, even if one person made a mistake, five people against one person, the strength to pull back was still enough.

We can't compare with Meihua Jiuniang and Mu Dai that time. They are both good at light skills, and they just act like a common occurrence.

Cao Jiefang was originally jogging, but then he was almost confused and turned around. He was often lost at the foot of someone who didn't know. He was in danger several times. Later, Cao Yanhua picked it up and placed it on his backpack. Cao Jiefang was so happy that he took a ride. He kicked a deck on his backpack and sat firmly like a mountain. At first glance, he looked like a hen holding a nest.

Walking with his head down, no one has the heart to speak. For a moment, only the sound of the leaves and the broken branches left in his ears.

It is not good to be silent, and it is easy to make people feel nervous.

What's more, there is another person in the team called the charlatan.
To be continued...