Fairy Tea Temple Notes

Baishui Town at the foot of Fengyi Mountain is a place covered by clouds and smoke, surrounded by mountains on three sides and a bay on one side.It is only [-] kilometers away from the center of City Q. On one side is the bustling and crowded city, and on the other side is a lonely and leisurely town.

In the afternoon, He Qing was sitting in his cousin's luxury car, looking at the peasant woman drying rice on the main road. The golden color of the field was gradually moving away from him, only the red flowers on the peasant woman's bamboo hat were still clearly showing their reluctance. Get out easily.

Entering He Village by car, the village road is spacious and flat, the street lights are luxurious, and there are many western-style buildings on the way, which makes people surprised. There are also famous cars parked in the courtyards of every household, which makes people think that they have arrived at a villa area in the suburbs.

"These are the houses of overseas Chinese in Surabaya."

The cousin made an understatement.As the saying goes, wealth and honor do not return home to show off, like a night walk in a brocade.

There are few residents in the village, and cars can pass unimpeded on the village road. The village is really big, and when going around in the village, my cousin drifted rudely and squeezed the car into a narrow concrete ramp.Both sides of the ramp were stone houses, and I didn't know if the car was scratched or not, so He Qing felt distressed.The front is either an old stone house, or an earlier red brick house, without the European atmosphere of the village.The spacious village road when entering the village is winding and narrow, full of thrills.He Qing grabbed the handrail with sweaty palms. A lot of malicious news flashed through his mind, such as a female driver using the accelerator as a brake, backing up a tree, and driving into a house. He encouraged his cousin in his heart to be great, and it must not be like this!

Actually, cousin, I only met yesterday.

Finally, the front is open, and we can see a lush forest, and the eaves of the old house hidden in the bamboo forest on the left side are faintly visible.The upturned dovetail ridge made He Qing feel uneasy—I saw too many similar old houses along the way.

The cousin parked the car in front of the spacious courtyard and said, "Xiaoqing, you're home."

He Qing got out of the car, looked at this big house, and marveled at the patchwork eaves, it's so big.

Under the old trees and flowers in the courtyard, four or five figures were rushing towards them.

The cousin introduced, this is your old uncle, this is your second aunt, this is you...

He Qing stepped forward to say hello to the elders.The elders touched their heads with their hands and said, "Oh, Ah Yi's son is so old."

When talking with the elders, He Qing noticed a tall and thin man in black beside the old uncle, who was staring at him with a particularly fierce look.

Who is this man?Why are you with the old uncle and the others, and the cousin didn't introduce him, and why do you look at him like this?

"Ayan, Xiaoqing, all go in, and they are still standing outside the courtyard."

The second aunt greeted warmly. She is a short, flexible little old woman.He Yan took the old uncle's arm and helped him into the house. The old uncle had a handicap.He Qing paid attention to the man in black and became dull for a while. He didn't start to follow until he realized that everyone around him had entered the room.

Just a few steps after passing through the tall mango tree on the left, and only one step away from the intricately carved door, "Crack!" There was a loud noise, and something fell from the eaves , and fell to pieces behind He Qing.

He Qing hurriedly turned around, first saw a few pieces of old broken painted pottery on the ground, then looked up and saw the man in black standing beside him, with a fierce look.

"Something fell!"

"Xiao Qing, did you hit it?"

The second aunt ran out in a hurry, busy checking He Qing's head, and let go only when she found that it was not injured.He Qing raised his head and stared blankly at the eaves.

"This is the wind lion on the roof."

The old uncle squatted down and picked up the broken pottery, with a serious expression on his face.

"Wind Lion Lord?"

He Qing didn't know what it was, this was the first time he heard of it.

"Things built on the roof to ward off evil spirits have fallen into disrepair for a long time."

He Yan patted He Qing's shoulder to comfort her, but she didn't take it seriously.

There is a wind lion on the roof of He's house, which has been exposed to wind and sun for 80 years, and it shattered the moment He Qing entered the house.

He Qing tugged on the strap of his backpack, thinking it was such a coincidence.He looked around for the man in black, but there was no sign of him.

Entering the house without any risk, He Qing took advantage of the absence of the elders and secretly asked He Yan: "Sister, who is that man in black?" A man?" He Qing wondered if I was the only one who saw it, and continued, "It's the man standing next to my uncle, tall, thin, and handsome." He Yan suddenly said, "That's Ke Shicheng, Lin Daochang's. Apprentice, I was in the same class as him in primary school."

He Yan lived in He Village when she was a child, so she knew many people nearby.He Yan didn't think Ke Shicheng was handsome. When she was a child, Ke Shicheng gave her the impression of being indifferent and mysterious, and some of her classmates were quite afraid of him.

"On the first seven days of today, invite him to come over to do something."

When He Yan mentioned her grandfather's death, she showed a little sorrow.

He Qing's grandfather, He Bufu, died of illness. After his funeral, the He family came to find He Qing. Before that, He Qing didn't know that he had a grandfather.He Qing was actually also troubled, why didn't he come to him earlier, if he had come to him earlier, he could have met his grandfather before his sick bed, and he could have given his grandfather a funeral, but the cousin said that was what the grandfather meant.

According to the local customs, if the first seven dead return to their souls, Taoist priests will be invited to save them and burn paper houses.

After finishing the ceremony at dusk, He Yan led He Qing in front of a row of big photos in the lobby of the house, and introduced them one by one. This is your grandfather, grandmother, great-grandfather, great-great...

"Is great-grandfather a teacher?"

The great-grandfather in the black-and-white photo is dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a lotus crown on his head, and has a fairy-like demeanor.The local people are used to calling the Taoist priests of the Zhengyi school Shigong.

"Seems to be."

He Yan is not very clear, it's a long time ago.

He Qing stopped for a long time in front of the photo of his grandfather. In the photo, he was a hale and refined old man, wearing a dark blue gown, wearing glasses, with a smile on his mouth, watching He Qing with gentle eyes.

At night, He Qing slept in the old house. He slept in the dormitory where his father He Yi lived, and it is said that it was also the wedding room of He Qing's parents.

He Qing identified several wedding photos of his parents in the glass frame hanging on the wall, and also found photos of his father when he was a student. It seems that he looks very similar to his father when he was a student.

I don’t know if the bed is the marriage bed of my parents back then, but it looks much older. This kind of lacquered gold carved bed has a stepping bucket in front of the bed for taking off shoes on the bed. It is rare and precious to be preserved so completely.I don't know what will happen to the old house after my grandfather passes away. There are three fathers, brothers and sisters.

He Qing didn't care too much, he always went with the situation.

He Qing, who was sleeping on the luxurious big bed, did not sleep soundly. He always felt that the thick top of the old-fashioned big bed was pressing on him, giving him a strong sense of oppression.

Tossing and turning, I didn't fall asleep until midnight.

In his sleep, He Qing dreamed of his mother when he was young.The mother was sitting in the room, playing with He Qing who was a baby when she suddenly heard someone calling her name outside: A Yi.The mother picked up He Qing, who was still a baby, and walked through the long passage, past one door after another, and finally followed the sound to a side door leading to the outside of the house.The calling sound became louder and louder, it was a woman's calling, with a sharp start and a hoarse end, inexplicably disturbing.Mother pushed the latch and opened the side door. A gust of wind with a fishy smell rushed towards her face, as if something had entered from outside the door.After the strong wind passed, He Qing looked up at the eaves through the eyes of the baby, and he saw a strange painted pottery statue, like a lion, with a broken dark red cloak tied around him. He Qing shouldn't have recognized it, but he knew it was a wind lion Lord.

Wind Lion Lord opened his mouth wide, it should be cute, but facing its big black mouth, He Qing felt uneasy, intensely uneasy, his chest was out of breath, his hair stood up, and he was sweating coldly.

Suddenly something moved He Qing's body, He Qing woke up from the dream, and saw an erratic figure, seemingly far away, but suddenly, that thing stuck to his face.He Qing saw the eyes of a cold-blooded animal, with needle-like blood red surrounding dilated black pupils, which was creepy. He wanted to yell, but made no sound.He tried to get up, but couldn't move.It was a humanoid thing with long black hair covering a pale face, it should be a woman, its blood red lips were about to kiss He Qing.

He Qing's eyes widened, wow wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah vain struggle, goosebumps all over his body, its cold lips finally stopped within a short distance, at this time a foul-smelling liquid flowed from the corner of its mouth, dripping on He Qing's face.The liquid seemed to be alive, scrambling to get in from He Qing's mouth and nose. He Qing was so nauseated that he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't even swallow.The liquid quickly entered his body and spread, He Qing's consciousness began to blur, his hands and feet were cold.

He Qing must have lost consciousness for a while, he was awakened by a bright light, and the thing covering him screamed as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and fled out of the window.

Almost at the same time, a figure fell in front of He Qing, it was Ke Shicheng!Ke Shicheng quickly tapped the acupuncture points on He Qing's body, lifted He Qing's T-shirt, bit his fingers, wrote something on He Qing's chest and abdomen, and then patted He Qing's smooth back hard. He Qing lay on the edge of the bed, vomiting spasmodically, This vomit really vomited bile, and forced tears from the corners of his eyes.

When He Qing sat up weakly on the bed, Ke Shicheng was no longer around, but the sound of fighting came from outside the room, and there were faint clusters of light rising.He Qing should have huddled at the foot of the bed and shivered, but he didn't know where the courage came from. He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and bravely left the room. When he saw the courtyard door was wide open, he followed him out.

The rays of light came from the courtyard, and they were magic circles, which emitted a blue light because they were touched, rising from the ground.In the magic circle, a strange man with a sword was wrestling with an object. The object was indescribably weird, sometimes strip-shaped, and sometimes human-shaped.

He Qing came out of the hospital, and bumped into this stunned scene head-on, the phone "slapped" and fell to the ground, He Qing bent over to pick up the phone, and when he looked up, he saw the monster coming straight towards him, He Qing was so frightened that he didn't respond for a while , and it was too late to dodge.Seeing that the monster was about to penetrate He Qing's body, a figure flashed in front of He Qing. This time, He Qing saw his appearance clearly. He was an elegant old man with a vigorous figure. Wearing glasses, he danced with a sword in his hand, and the sword body was condensed with dazzling light.The long sword pierced through the monster's huge body, and a huge force spread from the old man's side, distorting the plants in the courtyard. The force was so strong that He Qing was knocked to the ground.Then the old man and the monster disappeared before He Qing's eyes, and the sword fell to the ground with a "bang".

"grandfather……"

He Qing's tense nerves relaxed, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground.

Suddenly, a big red snake sprang up from the stone steps, screaming and rushing towards He Qing, only heard a sound of swords, the snake's head was cut off in the air, and the blood spattered.He Qingzao was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, looking up at the man who picked up the sword and cut the snake, it was Ke Shicheng.

"Die... is it dead?"

He Qing grabbed Ke Shicheng's sleeve and asked nervously.Without saying a word, Ke Shicheng kicked away the snake head that fell at his feet. The snake head turned into black powder in the wind and disappeared without a trace.

"I seem to have seen Grandpa..."

He Qing murmured, he felt that Caicai was not a hallucination, that person was his grandfather, even though they hadn't met each other before their lifetime.

Ke Shicheng handed the sword to He Qing, it was the He family's sword.The long sword glowed faintly under the moonlight, like the chill of ice and snow.