Chapter 17: Borrowing a floating cloud to cover the bright moon
When I heard these words, I instantly burst into tears, the real person in the notes, He Anxia, had finally returned. I can say, reading my grandfather's notes, I can feel my grandfather to He Zhenzhen that kind of heartfelt admiration, he never used a bad word to describe He Zhenzhen, and even I heard my old man said that I, my grandfather recited a sentence: my generation of people to cultivate, there is only one He Anxia.
He Anxia, a my grandfather let my grandfather to death did not accompany the burial, only a handful of his gift of erhu friend, a fan, a myth in my heart, at the moment riding a donkey backwards.
I yelled out to the yellow-skinned group outside, "Mr. He Zhenzhen, Mr. He Zhenzhen it's me, I'm Sanliang!"
But Real Person He simply ignored me, causing Fatty to give me a depressed look and said, "Little Sanliang, is the person simply not recognizing you!"
"How would not recognize me?!" I retorted, I was about to say He Zhenzhen is my old man's master, my grandfather's best friend, but before I said it I suddenly reacted, it seems that this He Zhenzhen, really do not know me.
When he left, my old man was still a child, not to mention me. –And I subconsciously regarded Mr. He as one of the elders of my family, thinking that he was a person I was very familiar with. After thinking about this I suddenly blushed, I just called that, that's really how stupid is how stupid ah.
He real people continue to ride to this side, all the way, yellow skins have backed off, that is countless immortal temperament, I can not help but ask the fat man said: "Fat master, this old gods, you can see how powerful not?"
Fatty shook his head and said, "You think I can tell the combat power at a glance. But by the looks of it, it should be very powerful."
He Zhengen found a small tree and tethered the donkey, patting the donkey's head like a kindly old man and said, "What's wrong? Come to flaunt your honor for me?"
The donkey seemed to understand the human language like hissing, kicking its hind hooves.
He real man looked at the weasel group, recited: "Turning thirty years have more than, when there is a yellow fairy forced me to legislate the true body for you, originally thought to go out to learn the art, go back is to eradicate you demons a snow, but the cycle of the heavenly way, all things are born, you and so on the survival of the world, there must be the reason for the survival of the world, and I don't want to kill the sin, from where it comes, back to where it is right? "
The yellow skinned swarms began to stir up, and seemed to really have the intention to retreat, but at this time, the hissing sound of Elder Li in the coffin was even greater, and after those yellow skinned swarms stirred for a bit, they actually didn't go away, but chose to continue to approach.
Without saying a word, Real He shook his head and said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Father."
After saying that, he did not say to those yellow skins group of killing, from this side I can see, He Zhen Zhen Zhen used to be in the lock head of the village, against the yellow skins is no way at all, at this time, but almost can let these yellow skins retreat with one sentence, it seems that over the past thirty years, He Zhen Zhen Zhen's aptitude is not the same as in the past, however, he jumped up to the roof of the main hall at this time.
He looked towards the blood moon in the sky and said, "Seek a floating cloud to cover the full moon."
After saying that, he sat on top of the roof, unhooked the wine pot on his waist, and drank to the moon, at the same time, the sky suddenly a block of cloudy clouds slowly rise, seemingly cloudy but not cloudy, as if it is the purple qi to the east, precisely blocking the round of blood moon in the sky.
"Retreat." Realist He chanted softly.
The blood moon in the sky dispersed, the scarlet eyes of those yellow skins gradually returned to normal, it seemed that what made these yellow skins mad was precisely this round of blood moon in the sky, and those yellow skins began to flee madly after their eyes became normal, coming fast and leaving even faster, seemingly very scornful of Realist He.
"Fellow Daoist Liu of Zifu Mountain, is there a problem with handing over this matter to you?" Real Person He asked.
Fatty looked at the blood moon in the sky, as if relieved, he arched his fist at Realist He and said, "Many thanks for your help, Fellow Daoist. This side of things, Little Fatty I will take care of it myself."
Fatty finished, walked into the middle of the hall, at this time that black coffin, a piece of quiet, just now flaunted the necromancy of the old man Li, at this time, but there is not the slightest sound to come.
Fatty opened the coffin, stood in front of the coffin, I am very curious to experience a round of blood moon in the sky in the end of the old man Li into what appearance, walked close to the coffin, although there is psychological preparation in the coffin is certainly not good-looking, but still was startled.
Inside the coffin, even half are blood, like being bloodstained, and on the blood, floating a large weasel skin. Damn it, just a moment ago, when He Zhenzhen came, he even scared Elder Li to directly molt this weasel skin?
"Molted the skin, where is the person?" I forced myself to endure the nausea and asked, originally here was a burst of fishy stench, now with the addition of heavy blood, almost nauseating.
Fatty directly put his hand into that side of the pool of blood, a hand grabbed out of it a human thing covered in blood stains, only the face of this person, looks extremely like a skinned weasel.
"Think about you are also miserable, living is also considered to bow and scrape, dead also by their own family members into this, why suffer?" Fatty silently chanted and was about to break his neck.
That bloody man was struggling and trembling violently, even pleading could be seen in those eyes. This thing is actually a living, and now this look is even a bit cute, making me embarrassed to get down and look, and He Qinghua, at this time grabbed my arm, with tears in her eyes, I heard her softly call out, "Grandpa."
I patted her shoulder, I had forgotten that this person who now looked unusually miserable was actually He Qinghua's grandfather. An old master Li whom I had never met, and for some reason, I suddenly stopped Fatty. Asking, "Can you not kill him?"
Fatty gave me an uncertain look and cursed, "What, you still want to bring it back to keep it for fun?"
I walked out the door and looked at He Zhenran standing on the roof and asked, "Does it have to die if it becomes like this?"
Mr. He did not look at me, still drinking, the fat man is in the hall called me is not crazy, how suddenly the heartache of such a yellow skinned spirit, I ignore the words of the fat man, just look at Mr. He bawling.
I believe that Mr. He will understand what I mean.
Today's Master Li.
Tomorrow's my grandfather Guo Gengchen!
Both of them, almost the same fate, if today's Elder Li is bound to die, then my grandfather is also in the process of turning into a yellow skinned man, then the fate can be imagined.
Probably because my reaction was too drastic, Fatty never made a move, and He Zhenren didn't even look at me from beginning to end, only at the end, he sighed and said, "That's just it, the heavens are kind."
He jumped off the roof, as light as a swallow, and took a cloth bag and loaded it with the bloodstained figure. Put on the back of the donkey, continue to ride the donkey backwards, leisurely down the mountain.
From the beginning to the end, the real He did not look at me, never said a word to me.
But as I watched the silhouette descend the mountain, I suddenly wanted to kneel down to him.
Say a word of thanks for my grandfather for not killing me.
–He real people come mysteriously, go in a hurry, this side of things as a dream, until the figure of He real people can no longer be seen when the fat man slapped me, scolded: "What are you dumb?"
"Nothing." I laughed bitterly. –My old man went to look for the whereabouts of He Zhenzhen, saying that he was curing the possible problems in my destiny, and now that He Zhenzhen has appeared, where is my old man?
Real He must know me, but why hasn't he ever said a word to me? He didn't even look at me? I probably know a little bit of the reason, the reason that my grandfather already knew in his notes.
It seems that grandpa and He Zhengen are close friends, but in fact, grandpa has been hiding too much from He Zhengen, even to say, a lot of things are using He Zhengen, he can care about me is strange.
Seeing that I didn't speak again, Fatty hung that jade pendant on my neck and said, "Don't look, people are far away, go back."
I nodded, we cleaned up this side of the stall, the coffin a fire to burn, and then in the group of monks to send off, the fat man drove that once staged a very fast speed of the big truck left here.