Yin-Yang Xi Sha

Section 3

I was so scared that I broke into a cold sweat. Was everything last night really a dream? Before I could think it over, my mother's voice came from outside. My mother looked at me and called me "Sanwazi" with a full face of expectation.

I quickly shook my head and said, "mom, I'm not a three-child, I'm a six-child."

My mother's face pulled down in an instant.

I was scared into silence by my mother's face. It was a long time before she said, "How did you sleep last night?"

I told my mother what happened last night without thinking. My mother grabbed my hand and looked at it. I don't know if I read it wrong. Her face seemed to flash with a smile. But in a flash, she touched my head and said, "Good boy, mom cooked sweet soup for you. You drink it first. When you're finished, mom will ask your fifth uncle to show it to you."

With that, my mother took me to the kitchen. On the kitchen chopping board, there was a bowl of sweet soup, black and red, especially the dried blood on my hand, which made me uncomfortable for a while.

My mother stood by and looked at me eagerly. She said, "Drink, drink quickly."

I had no choice but to take it up and drink it off. After drinking it, a foul smell surged up, and it took me a lot of effort to suppress it. When my mother saw that I had finished drinking, she said with a smile that she would let me sleep for a while, and she would go to the fifth uncle.

Not long after my mother went out, someone knocked at my door. I thought it was my mother who came back and hurried to open the door. It was not my mother, but a kind-hearted monk. When the monk saw me, he was stunned, and then he hung up a pair of knowing smiles on his face.

I asked the monk, "Who are you looking for?"

The monk gave me the bowl in his hand and said, "People passing by beg for saliva."

I took the bowl and said, "You wait."

Then he ran to the well and scooped a bowl of water for the monk and brought him two steamed buns.

When I handed the things to the monk, the monk frowned and said, "Little brother, I only want a bowl of water. Why did you bring me two steamed buns?"

Without thinking, I said, "I think you are hungry."

Hearing this, the monk smiled again. "My little brother is really a kind person, but I'm a monk, so I can't be obscene."

I look at the water and steamed bread in my hand, which is a bit puzzling. It is obviously a serious vegetarian diet. Where did it come from? The monk shook his head and said, "Seeing mountains is not mountains, seeing water is not water, and what you see with your eyes is not necessarily true. Little brother, you are a good person, and all good people in the world should die well. "

I looked at the monk puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

The monk smiled and didn't speak, just let me reach out my hand. I didn't doubt him. I gave my hand to the monk obediently. The monk gestured something in my hand with the bodhi in his hand. I could feel the heat flow from the palm of my hand.

However, a closer look reveals nothing. After the painting, the monk said, "The old friend is coming, and I'm leaving. Little brother, please don't tell anyone about my business. "

I nodded my head.

The monk stared at me and said, "My little brother is a thorough person. I just don't want to dwell on some things, but I should be able to come up with an idea after careful consideration. It's better not to eat water at home. These days, I will

Living in the back hill, my little brother can come to see me at any time if he has anything to do. "

Houshan? My heart was shocked. Isn't that where my brother and my sister-in-law were buried? I tried to stop the monk, but before I could speak, the monk said I knew what my little brother wanted to say. Don't worry, my little brother. I'm not afraid of a crooked shoe. Let's say goodbye.

I had no choice but to nod my head, and the monk told me that not everyone in this world can be trusted, little brother.

Just after the monk left, my mother and my fifth uncle came back. My fifth uncle didn't speak, just stared at me, staring at my whole body. After a while, he asked me, Little Six, did you see anyone today?

Thinking of what the monk told me, I shook my head and said that no one came today.

The fifth uncle muttered, "It's strange how the corpse gas decreases instead of increasing." The fifth uncle said very quietly, but I still heard it clearly. In an instant, I was shaking all over. I asked the fifth uncle in a trembling voice, what do you mean?

Five uncles narrowed his eyes and explained, it's okay. Yesterday, you went to the mountain to bury people, and you were contaminated with corpse gas. I asked your mother to make you a precious syrup to drink. Today, your corpse gas is much less. Said the five uncles patted me on the shoulder and said that the precious water will be ready soon. I nodded my head cleverly. Although it didn't show anything on the surface, my heart was already full of waves. I absolutely didn't hear wrong just now.

That is to say, the sugar water is simply something that aggravates the corpse. Moreover, my mother called me Sanwazi this morning, and I shivered at the thought of it. My mother definitely didn't slip of the tongue this morning. Murphy, my mother wanted my brother to come back to life with my body?

Rebirth?