Chapter 11 God

Three old tile houses, already mottled green paint, dark eaves, Hedong country is a very common kind of building in the village, that kind of specifications, that kind of atmosphere. The ancestors have lived for a long time, and the villagers can find out which one is with their eyes closed. For outsiders, almost every courtyard is so similar, just like the old brothers, twins stand side by side without a house number. If there is no one to lead the way, it is really difficult for you to distinguish.

The fence wall raised by the rice pole is wrapped around two square places, namely the front yard and the backyard. Cucumbers, kidney beans, eggplants, tomatoes, green onions and so on are planted in the front yard, and cabbage is in the backyard. Close to the fence wall, a row of corn was planted with needles, or a few tall sunflowers. Together with the fence wall, they serve as a row of autumn kidney bean racks. So the long vine of autumn kidney beans climbed up rudely, dotted with kidney beans the size of little fingers. Such a layout has crowded the originally small courtyard, not to mention that the courtyard is still full of people at this moment.

Hezhai Village is originally a small village, and big things will soon spread all over the village, not to mention today's life-related events. He Dongguo's mother was suddenly ill in bed two days ago, and it hurt so much that the bean-sized sweat fell down, especially at night when she had an attack, there was no way to roll all over the ground. He Dongguo's grandparents, uncles and other relatives were busy for a while and sent him to the town hospital. After a long time of examination, no illness was found. So I went to the county hospital, but the doctors still stared and didn't find anything abnormal? Then go to the municipal hospital. A lot of instruments were used and a lot of money was spent. As a result, no abnormality was found. Evil door! If you want to go to the provincial hospital, everyone will draw a lot of money, a total of less than 200 yuan. He Dongguo's grandfather stamped his feet and you'd better find Zhang Banxian. He has cured many people. He Dongguo's father didn't believe in that evil and was scolded by He Dongguo's father's father He Dongguo's grandfather, "When is it? You still don't believe it? Why can't the hospital detect the disease? There was nothing I could do. If there was a disease, Zhang Banxian was respectfully invited.

Zhang Banxian can be in his fifties this year, but it is said that he began to jump in his twenties. Some people in three miles and eight villages say that he is very effective, and some people say that he pretends to be a ghost and deceives people, with different praises and criticisms. But difficult and miscellaneous diseases always occur every day. Although the climate is different, it always provides a market for Zhang Banxian.

Half a catty of white wine, Zhang Banxian's face is obviously blushing, and some white beard stubble roots are strong. I'm afraid it can only be cleaned up once a week, because it can't be said that it's short, but it can't be said that it's long, let alone just right. Because it looks obviously awkward, but I don't know where it is? However, if he uses his cheek as a brush at the moment, the effect will be good. The eyes are not very big, but because of a thin appearance, the eyes also appear larger, and with two collapsed cheeks, the eyes are even bigger. Tall, black clothes and black trousers are also clean and neat. Especially the small flat head that stands upright on the top of the head does have a kind of seriousness without anger. It is said that as soon as he entered the room and picked up his nose and smelled it, he said that there was a fishy smell in the room. When asked him what it was, he stared and said seriously, "Of course it's evil?"

"Is there any way to get rid of it?"

"Why can't you expel me?" Zhang Banxian looked like a bamboo in his chest. It is not easy for others to ask more questions. On the contrary, some people have placed their hopes on him. After all, Zhang Banxian is a "great god". Note: The great god is the god.)

Zhang Banxian first ordered the He family to prepare two bundles of incense, a red cloth and a bottle of wine. At the same time, he intentionally or unintentionally publicizes the fact that the He family is going to jump the god tonight, saying that the more people come to see the lively, the easier it is for him to practice, and the easier it is to circle the gods (I don't know if there is any suspicion of intentional hype). So the villagers were soon filled with the small courtyard of He Dong's country, including some small houses.

Zhang Banxian, sitting on the stool in the middle of the room, saw that the house was full of people, so he calmly and confidently extinguished the cigarette in his hand and asked the He family to help He Dongguo's mother out. For a few days, he has been very thin, and his sallow face is still full of sweat. His hair was messy, he frowned painfully, and his hoarse moans were already weak. There have been sighs in the crowd: Hey, this child is so sick at such a young age, what a pity... Alas... Zhang Banxian, the god, guided her to sit cross-legged on the kang. How could she sit still? Then her back was leaned against the pillow, and her body was surrounded by the quilt, which was barely seated. Next, Zhang Banxian lit two bundles of incense, and then put the red cloth on He Dongguo's mother's head. Then, Zhang Banxian sat back in his position and continued to light a cigarette prepared by the owner for him. He smoked silently. People also waited silently, and no one dared to disturb him. The air in the room is so dull.

For a long time, Zhang Banxian took a look at the clock hanging on the wall, and He Xiaozhuo saw that the hour hand pointed to the position of nine. It's nine o'clock in the evening.

The "god" Zhang Banxian extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up, took the already prepared white wine, took a sip, walked to the kang, and sprayed He Dongguo's mother sitting on the kang: "Puff----" sprayed a total of three mouthfuls. Then take out a calfskin drum from your pocket, which is as big as a gong. There are several strings in the back that can be grasped in your hand. In this way, Zhang Banxian held the drum in his left hand and the mallet in his right hand. First, he knocked three times in a row, and the field was immediately silent: at the beginning, someone whispered.

After a prelude, Zhang Banxian began to hum and sing:

It will be dark at sunset

The gates of ten families and nine gates

There is another one that he didn't tied up

Bum-Bum-

......

He Xiaozhuo squeezed into the crowd and looked carefully, and his heart also pounded.

Zhang Banxian hummed and sang alone. The mother of He Dongguo, who had been barely maintained there, began to move, and her body trembled uncontrollably, and the range became more and more intense with Zhang Banxian's drumming. Here comes the fairy. Someone began to whisper, probably because they had seen the jumping god before. People also opened their eyes wide and looked in surprise.

Zhang Daxian was unmoved and continued to beat his drums and sing his songs. It's just that the drums are obviously encrypted, and the song is becoming more and more urgent. He Dongguo's mother's movements were more violent. It was very difficult for her to sit just now. At this moment, she quickly shook her upper half of her body and kept drawing circles, like a big cocoon chrysalis shaking her head uncontrollably with the rhythm of the god drum. The two columns of incense clenched with her hands were also scattered in the violent trembling of her hands, and then the incense was born. It was shaken and half fell on the kang. Relatives who wanted to help her before saw this scene and couldn't help hiding back...

Bang bang bang bang bang-

After a burst of gongs, He Dongguo's mother suddenly sighed:

"Ah-ah---" is a long sigh of relief. But obviously, the voice is so thick that it is not like the original voice of He Dongguo's mother.

The "great god" Zhang Banxian put down the drum, slowly pulled out a cigarette, and asked He Dongguo's mother:

"Is it coming?"

"Here it comes." Still the voice answered.

"Do you smoke?"

"I don't smoke." He Dongguo's mother turned her face away angrily.

Zhang Banxian rudely put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

"Don't, I think you're still angry. Put out your anger first. If there is anything to tell me, I'm here for this today." Zhang Banxian is very experienced in guiding.

"Hmm! There's nothing to say. I'm here to get revenge!" He Dongguo's mother is still furious.

"Oh? Revenge, then look at who is holding revenge on you outside this house? How did I offend you?"

He Dongguo's mother looked around for a week and suddenly pointed to He Dongguo's father.

"That's him! It's his wife, that cruel woman... My miserable child, my poor child, was shoveled to death by her... My child..." He Dongguo's mother suddenly burst into tears, which shocked the people outside the house.

"When did you say that your child was killed by his wife? How could your child be killed by his wife? Zhang Banxian also became serious, and he knew that he had cut to the point at this moment.

He Dongguo's mother was already bursting with tears, suddenly pounding her chest, and the red cloth covered above her head had already been torn aside.

"It was September 24th. My child came out to play by himself, passed by their cabbage field, was found by his wife, and killed my child alive under the fence wall of his house with a shovel... My poor child was split alive..."

"Is there such a thing?" Zhang Banxian turned his head back to look at He Dongguo's father. Everyone outside the house looked at it together.

He Dongguo's father was both surprised, horrible, and even ashamed at this moment, and he was stunned there.

"You said, you said you! ..." He Dongguo's mother suddenly jumped up and was about to jump on He Dongguo's father. She was pressed to death by a group of relatives, but she still struggled like crazy; "What do you think, did you throw my child's body on the street that day and was crushed by a car?"

He Dongguo's father finally lowered his head feebly.

"Xianjia, look, I haven't asked you where you are in Xianxiang, your name, and it's better to set up a temple for you in the future." Zhang Daxian is also a master of negotiation. Now that the matter is clear, let's divert attention and let others extinguish the fire first.

"My family lives in the old camel hill ten miles away. My mother and son are dependent on each other, but my poor child was killed alive by them. This is not enough. I have to be crushed to pieces on the road. I must have their whole family to be punished, and I want her whole family to die..."

The whole house couldn't help but feel creepy.

"It turned out to be Chang Xian, disrespectful. I sympathize with you." Zhang Banxian also looked sad. If he signs up with his surname Chang, it must be that the long worm (snake) has become refined. But this is the case. If you die, you can't come back to life. Do you think it's a crime to let them build a temple for you and offer incense food? What do you think?

"No!" Chang Xiaoqing suddenly jumped up and pointed with his hand, "I will avenge my son even if I break my practice. I don't need to offer incense. If they kill my son so much, I will also pay for it with blood. The reason why I didn't let them die immediately is to torture them slowly to relieve my hatred..."

Silent. Unbearable silence.

Anyone who can think is thinking about the words of this goblin. Horrible and suffocating.

"Fairy, you said this too much. You can't kill but nod your head. They have confessed and repented. You should also raise your hand. Why do you have to break the net? Can you kill all the others and your child be resurrected? Zhang Banxian can't be confused, and his face is serious.

"No! Can repentance be offset? Then anyone can repent after committing a crime. It must be irresistible." Chang Xiaoqing is unwavering.

"So you don't want to give me this face today?" Zhang Banxian also stared.

"Haha, aha... face, face? Go to hell!" Chang Xiaoqing sneered.

"Chang Xiaoqing, don't toast without penalty wine."

"Then you come! Stinky man, are you afraid that you won't do it?" Chang Xiaoqing suddenly stood up and fell to the ground.

"Brick!" A shout. Zhang Banxian has sent out something in his hand, and a yellow light attacked Chang Xiaoqing.

Although it was close at hand, Chang Xiaoqing suddenly flew out of the window, avoided the yellow light, and climbed onto the roof. A series of desolate sneers immediately floated. Zhang Banxian also rushed out of the house with one foot, with an extra pig-killing knife in his hand. Miso, an arrow jumped up the ridge, and the knife flashed and flew straight to Chang Xiaoqing. People couldn't help exclaiming, because at this moment, Chang Xiaoqing was attached to He Dongguo's mother. The consequences of this knife can be imagined. He Dongguo's mother sneered, and her right finger flicked, and a red ball immediately burst out. It was hitting the straight knife. The knife hit an iron ball like a real iron ball and banged on the big tree at the gate of the courtyard. Zhang Banxian was stunned, and his body was like a whip. Down the ridge. Then, a clear light suddenly rushed out of He Dongguo's mother's body and died in the distance, throwing a series of gloomy and sad laughter:

"You wait to die!"