Thousand Lantern Night

Because we had to wait for news from Xiao Hua, Poker-Face and I stayed in the temple for a few days.This small mountain temple is indeed very quiet. I haven't lived that kind of wild crane life for a long time, and I don't feel too boring.

The stuffy oil bottle is not the same as before.I remember the time when our three brothers snatched the ghost seal at the auction and were picked up by Huo Xiuxiu in the courtyard of the Princess Cemetery. Poker-Face was either in a daze, or fell asleep, completely unearthly.I have to take care of his emotions when I want to talk to him, which makes me even more clumsy, and I don't know what to say to him every time.

Now, I can't talk, he should be happy and quiet.But it is very strange that he will find something to say to me from time to time.

For example, there is a wishing platform in the temple square. There are a row of small round holes on the top of the four-meter-high Buddhist platform. It is said that only when coins pass through those small holes, it means that your wish has been accepted by the Buddha, and the Buddha will help you achieve.When we walked to the square, Poker-Face pulled me and asked, "Wu Xie, do you want to make a wish?" Then we found that we didn't have any coins on us, so Poker-Face walked around behind the Buddhist altar and grabbed it from above. Coins come back.

I took the handful of coins dumbfounded and asked him, this is a wishing coin from someone else's house, can this wish come true.

Poker Bottle nodded solemnly: "Yes. I will help you achieve it."

It was rare that he wanted to play, so I put out the spirit of participating, but unfortunately my eyesight was too useless, and I threw several times but failed to hit.Poker Bottle came over and stood behind me, stuck to me, grabbed my wrist and threw one with me.

The coin passed through the round hole of the bronze Buddhist altar, and I had to sigh with poker's eyesight, thinking that the divine power that knocked Liu Lisun unconscious at a distance of 40 meters was certainly not covered, let alone throwing a coin.

We tossed dozens of coins, but Poker Bottle may not know, I didn't make any wishes at all.For me, there has always been only one wish, and that is to walk hand in hand with Zhang Qiling in the ordinary and realistic society.By the time my hair turns gray, he may still be as young as he is today.And I will do my best for it myself, I don't need the nihilistic blessing of gods and Buddhas.

I've always been an emotional person, but if pushed into a corner, I'm also the kind of person who can let go of emotional barriers.My personality is not strong, but if being strong can make me do something for Poker Bottle, I am willing to make myself very strong.

I looked up at the round holes in the Buddhist altar. Others might mistakenly think that I was making a wish, but in fact I was just cheering myself up in my heart.

Because faith cannot be sold.

No one has this power.

So I don't ask the sky, nor do I ask ghosts and gods.

Pokerfase's cool fingers held mine.He grabbed my hand and rubbed the belly of his fingers on the ghost ring.I looked at him as if worried, shook his head and told him he couldn't take it off at all.

He was silent for a while, and said, "Wu Xie, do you know about ghost contracts?"

Ghost contract.I seem to have heard of this term. I'm not sure if my grandfather or my third uncle told me about it, but when I mentioned it, I remembered the saying about the contract between ghosts and gods.

There are not a few people who know this in the tomb robbery business.

Tomb robbers enter the tomb, in addition to lighting a lamp to see if ghosts will come to blow, but also pay attention to some things that cannot be taken casually.The general form of this kind of thing is not fixed, but they all have a common characteristic, that is, they cannot be taken away.For example, a candlestick is simply placed on the coffin of the owner of the tomb, but when you go to pick it up, you find that you can't pick it up.At this time, you have to be sensible, and you can't take this thing by force.If you take it, it means that the owner of the tomb agrees with you to sign a contract with him to help him fulfill a wish.If you take other people's things and don't do anything, then you are waiting for bad luck.

So those who do our business, you must pay special attention to it. If you fail to take something away after taking it once, then don't think about it.Of course, if no one else can take away that kind of thing, and you pick it up, it means that the owner of the tomb has chosen you as his envoy, and then this matter must be you.

I understand what Poker Bottle is worried about.This ghost ring could not be taken off at first, but somehow it was put on my hand.It fits so tightly that you can't take it off.

I told him not to worry.We were originally going for this ring, even if we really want to sign a contract, we still have to get it.

He said, "Fuxi chose you."

I suddenly felt how Poker-Face had turned into a mother-in-law, so I couldn't help but punched him on the shoulder and gestured, as long as he didn't marry me, any contract would be fine.Then I thought of something and warned him: Don't mess around, replace me or something, don't use this kind of thinking again.You know if the rumors are true, no one can replace me.

After a moment of silence, Poker Bottle nodded. "I can't replace it, I'm with you."

At dinner time, we went to the cafeteria to receive a fast meal, and heard the little monk in the temple say that there was a market in the stockade at night, which was very lively.I didn't have any idea at first, but Boyouping offered to ask me if I want to go shopping.Although I felt that he was accommodating me as a girl, but when I thought that I didn't always want to live an ordinary life with him, this was an early experience, and I immediately agreed.

After dinner, we walked slowly along the route pointed by the little monk. The stockade is not very far from the temple, and we will arrive soon.The degree of Sinicization here is relatively high, so the market is similar to what we usually see.On both sides of the road, bamboo strips were used to weave row after row of partitions, and red lanterns were hung on them, making it brightly lit.Street vendors selling costumes, jade, and snacks of those ethnic minorities are also very common.

What kind of festival is it today, the front of the vendors is very lively, and the antique stall where only an old man is squatting is very deserted.Perhaps out of professional instinct, Poker-Face and I walked towards the old man at the same time.

The old man was smoking an old hookah and ignored him.Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he lowered his head and meditated.The things on his stall were also rather bleak, just a pile of broken bowls and dozens of coins.Business must have been miserable.

I felt a little bit of sympathy for my colleagues, but Boyouping was more perfunctory, holding a bowl to watch it, and then changing it for a while.When he saw the third bowl, he looked up and saw me looking around, and asked me, "Wu Xie, don't you like it?"

I thought to myself, and told myself that my little brother was serious, he was shopping with me so elusively, I should be responsible to him in terms of attitude no matter what.Quickly shaking his head in denial, he reached out to take the bowl and pretended to look at it.

The stall owner seemed to have noticed us just now, coughed and looked up at me.He glanced at the ghost ring in my hand, hummed and smiled. "The things on my stall can't be entered into the eyes of the venerable master, so let's not look at them. Put them down." The old man stretched out his hand and shook it at me, motioning for me to put it down.I thought to myself, he is still a virtuous master, he would rather die of starvation than bully him.However, he also knows the goods, and he can see at a glance that the ghost ring is not an ordinary material, maybe it is because it is too difficult to trick me.

Thinking of this, the old man turned around and took out something from the cloth bag behind him, and handed it to me directly: "This is what you are looking at."

I took it over and took a look, yo, it turned out that it was not high-spirited, but hidden.

It was also a ring, and its texture belonged to Tianhuang.In ancient times, Tianhuang was the material used by the emperor to make imperial seals. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that there are one or two Tianhuang and three liang of gold. Because of the scarcity of jade materials, the price is almost sky-high.All I have encountered in the market are whole seals, and I have never seen such a small Tian Huangyu.Even so, this ring is expensive.

Stuff is good stuff, sadly it doesn't work for me.I've been annoyed enough by tossing about ghost rings lately, what can I do with another ring?I looked at the stuffy oil bottle next to me, put a ring finger on him, let him marry me?

I smiled, gave the old man a thumbs up, and gave him a thumbs up for the quality of this product, then shook my head, meaning no.

The old man suddenly put on a straight face, "You melon, since you are in love, how can you not buy it? Take it! Take it! You need it!"

Let me hold it with a wave.

My face is green.Secretly turned around vigilantly.

Such things as bullying and dominating the market exist everywhere.These vendors are all in the same group, and one of the stall owners first greets you with a pleasant face to look at the goods. Once you ask the price, he will quote you a sky-high price.You said how could it be so expensive, and you lost your things and wanted to leave, but found that you were already surrounded by a group of people, and you couldn't leave at all.In a better situation, these trustees will threaten you to buy it all over the place, and when they meet some brutal ones, they will directly hold you with a knife, asking for money or killing you.

This is actually a kind of robbery.Usually it happens in a free market.For this kind of thing, it's useless to call the police if you are smarter.Someone is covering them in the dark.

When I saw the old man's situation, I immediately thought of this, and subconsciously grabbed the oil bottle and prepared to run away.Unexpectedly, no one came out to surround us, but I was stunned.

Seeing my appearance, the old man probably guessed what I was thinking, and smiled cheerfully, "The baby thinks a lot. If you have the time to think so much, take this thing away!"

I was exposed by the old man, and I became angry from embarrassment.Take your uncle!Turn around and leave.After walking ten or so steps, he found that Poker-Face hadn't followed him. He turned around and saw that Poker-Face took out all the money in his pocket and gave it to the old man, and put the ring in his pocket.

Yo, this stupefied young man doesn't even know how to keep pace!I am so mad.

I stared at him as he approached, ready to see what he had to say.As a result, Boyouping directly dragged me by the hand and walked forward without saying anything.After walking dozens of steps, I heard him say, "Wu Xie, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

I was taken aback.

It was mid-August when we went to Qilian Mountains. We stayed in the Buddhist caves in the mountains for a few days, and it has been a month since we came out?This time span is abnormally long.

I asked him, so, what do you think?

I thought Poker Bottle had some important clue to tell me, but he just lowered his head and grabbed my hand, straightened my fingers one by one, then took out the Tian Topaz ring he bought just now from his pocket, put it on on my ring finger.

After setting it up, he even looked at my hands left and right, as if he was very satisfied.He raised his head slowly, looked into my eyes and said, "Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion."

It took me a few seconds to recover from petrification. I realized what Poker Ping had done. I felt blood rushing to the top of my head. I took two steps up and hugged him.

Zhang Qiling, are you letting me grow old?You have to be responsible to Lao Tzu!