Adventures of a middle-aged uncle

His left leg was as thin as his wooden stick, with black and thick blood vessels all over the whole leg, and all the roots protruded like small snakes wrapped around his thin bamboo pole.

"Every time after piercing me and infusing me with an unknown liquid, he would give me a candy to eat. Hehehe...hahaha..." Uncle Dashan started laughing when he said this, the laughter was desolate and vicissitudes, This is mixed with too many helpless things in the world.

"At the beginning, those potions didn't have the slightest effect on my body. Slowly, my body began to change. I couldn't sleep because of the torment every night. I felt that all the parts of my body were all broken. It's broken, it can't be used anymore, it's like being bitten by thousands of small bugs, his father, and finally one day when I open my eyes again, I can see the sky, the sky is blood red, and the surrounding is full of dead bodies The smell, I knew that I was thrown away as garbage, and my life was really a waste at that time. But luckily I survived."

When Uncle Dashan said this, he moved his eyes from the window, put down his trouser legs, looked at me, and then turned to the wall behind me:

"Although I came back with my life, I have become like this neither human nor ghost, and the pain of being bitten by thousands of bugs is still with me all the time, but I want to live, even when I am suffering I still want to live, I search for food that can be swallowed in the corpse mountain every day. After I spent some days in a trance, I met your grandma, sister Guizhi."

"You and my grandma met in the pile of corpses." I asked in amazement, which was beyond my imagination. I always thought that my grandma was an ordinary barefoot doctor in the countryside. What the hell, I didn't expect grandma to go to the corpse pile when she was young.

Uncle Dashan once again showed his slightly weird smile: "We met on this Lingshan. I'm afraid you don't know that your grandma is a family that has guarded this Lingshan for generations. You have spent most of your life dealing with corpses, but I didn't expect that I would save me. Sister Guizhi treated me like a family member, and she didn't think I was ugly. We spent a very good few years together, and those were the happiest years of my life. We gave those who died every day The uncollected corpses in the chaos of war dig pits, pray, and save lives. Little by little, the corpses on this spiritual mountain are buried."

"Has this Lingshan been a place to bury the dead since ancient times?" Xu Qingze asked.

"Well, this Lingshan has been a place of geomantic omen since ancient times. In ancient times, there was a great flood. The people suffered at dawn. In order to relieve the suffering of dawn, the god of heaven Gun ordered the tortoise to steal the sacred soil and place it in the lower realm. This Lingshan is where the rest of the soil was placed. Later, the Emperor of Heaven learned about this, took back the land, and killed Gun in Yujiao. Gun revived Yu, and then Dayu divided Kyushu during the flood control period and unified the rivers."

"Is it true that the breath soil can bring the dead back to life, the old man can return to youth, and can make people live forever?" Xu Qingze obviously felt a little urgent when he said this, and even Song Ziyue listened quietly. , only He Hao was playing with his own cigarette, presumably wanting to go out and take a few puffs to relieve fatigue.

Uncle Dashan smiled and said: "There is no art of bringing the dead back to life in this world. If there really is, I have guarded this tomb for many years and have never seen the dead digging open the cemetery to see the light of day. If there is, how can I let Guizhi sister die of old age and sickness. Miao Tan, Everyone is mortal, it's just sooner or later."

"Then, how did you separate?" I was concerned about the rest of the story, not interested in the technique of bringing the dead back to life.

"Before your grandma picked me up, there was a fiancé, Li Zijun. During the war-torn era, the two of them depended on each other for life, and their love was stronger than gold. Later, Li Zijun was selected and joined the army for ten years. Sister Guizhi has been suffering. Waiting bitterly until the man came back with many wounds but made great achievements in battle. Li Zijun wanted to take Sister Guizhi away from Lingshan to enjoy the blessings in Ruixiang City at the foot of the mountain. Originally, Sister Guizhi didn't want to leave because her mission would not allow her to leave this Lingshan , So I took over the mission of Sister Guizhi to guard Lingshan, and more than 50 years have passed in a flash."

"What is grandma's mission?" I swallowed and asked the question that was suppressed in my heart.

"Sister Guizhi's mission, ah, is the catastrophe you are about to endure, are you willing to listen?" Uncle Dashan stared at me with his only remaining eye.

"I"

"Why do you say that? Did you expect such a day?" He Hao only spoke at this time. Before that, he had always regarded himself as a mute.

"No, no, I'm just guarding Lingshan for Sister Guizhi, so I don't have the ability to fulfill her mission. You... Li Ming, Sister Guizhi's only grandson, is the successor of this mission. Sister Guizhi wants You came to me because you thought I was tired for so many years so that I could rest."

"I am willing to accept this mission." Without thinking, I blurted out.

"Li Ming, you are crazy, you don't even know what this mission is, so you just accept it." My wife said quickly.

I took my wife's hand and said, "It's okay, since I have to bear it, then I have nothing to say."

"You, too..." Although my wife was angry, she didn't say any accusations after all.

"Haha, it belongs to my father. Sister Guizhi's descendants are really good. This mission is not a big deal, and I won't let you die." Uncle Dashan poked the board supported by the foot of the bed with a wooden stick.Suddenly began to shake, click, click.gradually sinking.It sank about a foot, and a door appeared next to the Eight Immortals Table.

Uncle Dashan looked at a hole in the stone gate, pointed at me with a wooden stick and said, "I don't need to verify your identity, since you keep saying that you are the grandson of Guizhi, you can poke the hole with your right index finger, if you It’s true, you can go in naturally.”

I thought to myself, there is no doubt about it, if it is, it is, if it is not, it is not.Could it be that my dad was a child adopted by my grandma, and I was picked up by my dad.

Without saying a word, my finger stuck into the small hole, and my finger seemed to be caught by something in an instant, and I bit it hard. I felt pain, and I pulled my finger out. Sure enough, a hole was bitten on my finger, and blood dripped down Dripping, it was sucked clean by the ground in the blink of an eye.

I put my hand in my mouth, and smashed the blood. He Hao handed over a band-aid, and I stuck it on.

But there was still no response from the big wooden door. Uncle Dashan smiled and said, "Go back, just pretend that you have never been here before. I only let you go after listening to my story for a long time. I hope you have self-knowledge."

It can't be true, is it another hoax,

Just when we were about to turn around and leave, the stone door opened with a bang, as if it had been hit by a typhoon of level eight.

Was this opened by a strong man of eight hundred catties? Uncle Dashan didn't say a word, just looked at me silently for a while before saying, "Go in, your mission is inside."

Uncle Dashan entered the wooden door first, and took out a weak light from the corridor to lead the way.The road is very narrow, you can only walk forward in a line, and go lower and lower, as if there is no end, the front is dark, only the faint light can illuminate the road under your feet, gradually the air seems to be getting more and more The thinness made it very difficult for me to breathe. I held my wife's hand tightly, but found that her hand was abnormally cold.How long will this road go?

I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but in this corridor, time seems to have stopped, we are like walking dead, only our feet are numb, I even feel a lot of uneasiness in my heart, but until now, no one The gnawing sound was about to go back. The long tunnel was so quiet that it seemed that I was the only one left in the world. Just when I was about to lose my hold, I finally saw a bright place ahead.

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