After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

First, I traveled long distances on the highway to the southwest. Before I could catch my breath, I encountered the Shadow Puppet Museum. Everyone was exhausted by the crisis they encountered.

Even on the way to the village, Yan Shixun briefly told everyone about the whole incident, telling them not to fall asleep tonight and be alert to the dangers around them.But when everyone saw such a leisurely farmyard, they still unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their tense heartstrings.

With Lu Xingxing taking the lead, he walked to the cleaned-up room on the second floor, and everyone else looked at Yan Shixun eagerly.

After Yan Shixun nodded slightly, smiles appeared on everyone's faces, they cheered a little, and walked to the second floor together to see the room they were going to live in tonight.

"It's still a while before dinner, I'm going to sleep first."

Lu Xingxing didn't even look at it. He was so tired that he pushed open the first room on the second floor and walked in.

When he threw himself into the bed, he specifically told An Nanyuan who stretched his head to look over: "Don't call me until dinner, I can't even open my eyes now."

An Nanyuan nodded, looked at Lu Xingxing sympathetically, and agreed.

This unlucky child was injured when there was no treatment available.

An Nan was planning to go downstairs to talk to Zhang Wubing after choosing a room, see if he can buy a chicken stew from Third Uncle Bai, so as to replenish the blood of the unlucky boy Lu Xingxing.

Originally, because there were not enough rooms, when the director team decided to live, they said that there would be three people in one room.

After all, the Baizhihu shadow puppets have been in decline for many years, and the village has been in a slump these years. There are no more tourists to visit here, so the several accommodation shops that used to be closed down, and only private houses can be booked.

And there are quite a lot of vacant houses in Uncle Bai's house in the village.

But even so, if it is calculated according to the normal number of people in the program group, it is not enough, so it can only be squeezed.

But now it is better, one room per person, and many rooms can be vacated.

Zhao Zhen leaned on the door and looked at the facilities inside. The sound of the fireworks in the village was blocked out of the glass, making the room without lights look extremely lonely.

He was stunned for a long time, remembering that every time the program was recorded in the past, everyone would gather together and choose a room to chat and laugh with each other.

I don't know where the other people went, whether they successfully reunited with the priests, and whether they are in danger...

"What are you doing standing here? If you don't go, just pull over."

The young master raised his leg and kicked Zhao Zhen's calf in displeasure. He crossed his arms, raised his delicate chin and asked, "Don't you know that you are a big lump? The whole corridor is so narrow, and you occupy it all." Come on, how do I go?"

Zhao Zhen came back to his senses, and stepped aside.

The young master snorted before continuing to move forward.

Although Uncle Bai's house is spacious, it is not the villa style of many wealthy rural areas. It is simply built with many rooms, which are windproof and sandproof, and keep warm at night.

Apart from practicality, there are no advantages.

The structure of the entire second floor is also very simple. There is a half-meter-wide corridor in front of a row of rooms, and a whole row of windows is sealed on the other side of the corridor, which has been blurred by the wind and sand so that it is difficult to see the outside clearly.

The first room on the second floor is the toilet.Because Lu Xingxing was too tired, he didn't care about the smell of the toilet, so he fell asleep in the room next to the toilet.

But the young master is not so careless.

When he came up the narrow iron stairs, he rolled his eyes at the smell of the toilet, and almost turned around and wanted to leave.

An Nanyuan had no choice but to coax the young master to come and comfort him, isn't this better than a dry toilet?

——Just give two stone slabs, and worry about whether you will fall into the cesspit when you squat down.

Song Ci was almost disgusted by An Nanyuan's description, angrily pushed him away and walked in, only to meet Zhao Zhen who was blocking the road.

But An Nanyuan's "comfort" really worked. Compared with the tragic dry toilet, Song Ci accepted the toilet with his nose held.

However, he was still thinking about choosing a room that would definitely not smell like the toilet.

When passing by Zhao Zhen, Song Ci hesitated for a moment, but turned to him and asked, "Are you worried about other people?"

Zhao Zhen nodded: "Although Brother Yan also said that they will meet up with the Taoist priests and nothing will happen, but... they don't have Brother Yan by their side, which makes me very uneasy."

Song Ci stared at Zhao Zhen for a few seconds, then sneered, waved his hand, turned around and continued walking: "Then you are worrying for nothing. From what I know about Zhang's serious illness, we It's dangerous over here."

"Whether ghosts will die or not, Brother Yan has the final say. But whether there are ghosts or not depends on Zhang Dabing's eyes."

Zhao Zhen raised his head in surprise when he heard the words. He looked at the young master's slender back and slowly smiled. The worries just now gradually calmed down.

"Young master." He suddenly stopped Song Ci.

Song Ci turned sideways in doubt, but Zhao Zhen said with a smile: "It's not good if the room is too far inward. If you want to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, you have to run for a long time."

As he said that, Zhao Zhen turned slightly sideways, giving way to the room where the door had been pushed open by him.

He stretched out his palm and showed Song Ci the length of the corridors on both sides.

"Why don't you live in this room, it's right in the middle."

Song Ci: "..."

The young master uttered a single tone expressionlessly: "Get lost!"

Infected by that idiot Lu Xingxing?

Zhao Zhen laughed softly, and then the laughter became louder and louder, and he was very happy, and he never saw the worry just now.

Several other people came over to look at the two of them curiously, then shook their heads and went to choose a room.

"It's better to stay inside."

Nan Tian said: "Except for the stars, no one can sleep next to the toilet, so let's go inside."

"Then the stars are not next to people on the left and right?"

An Nanyuan said worriedly: "If something happens at night, he will be injured, it will be difficult to take care of himself."

"Should be alright?"

Nan Tian was a little hesitant, but was still defeated by the smell of the toilet: "He is too tired to be picky now. With his personality, when he wakes up and finds the toilet next to him, he will definitely be the first to jump up and ask for a room change. Rest assured, no one wants to sleep next to a cesspit."

An Nanyuan: "...Be more gentle, I'll have dinner later."

Even though Yan Shixun told everyone that this place is not reality, but something in a shadow puppet show, the environment that is completely consistent with reality still makes everyone completely unaware of this, and their brains still habitually regard this place as reality.

What they don't realize is that neither smell nor food should exist in shadow puppets.

It's like another reality here.

Yan Shixun was aware of this, but rather than being on guard, he was more puzzled, how did the person behind the scenes manipulating all this achieve the current situation.

This is not the level that ordinary ghosts and evil spirits can do.

As mentioned in many folk legends, there is the sky in the pot, the world in the painting, and there are many descriptions in Liaozhai, and Taoism also has the saying that there is a blessed sky and a cave.

Now the "blessed heaven and cave" has become what modern people think of the ancients, but in the past, the gods and ghosts who were successful in cultivating the Tao were indeed able to open up their own world.

The most famous among them is the legend of Kunlun Mountain and Changbai, which is the dojo of gods.

Although many people only listen to these legends as simple stories, those who have really entered this industry know that this is not a story, but the truth.

——Many truths that ordinary people do not want to believe are hidden in the handed down novels and rumors, and the real world is hidden in nursery rhymes.

It's just that beyond the common sense of ordinary people, even if it is the truth, it will only be regarded as a wild imagination.

Yan Shixun is also very aware of this, and he has encountered similar situations many times over the years.

But this time the shadow puppet show still surpassed Yan Shixun's previous cognition.

Those spaces opened up by powerful beings are not real worlds. No matter how powerful the existence is, as long as you observe carefully, you can always find the difference from reality, and use this to wake up.

It's like the false Binhai University that was reconstructed by ghost energy.

That's because heaven and earth did not recognize those falsehoods, and under the great way, the universe remains the same.

But now, no matter how Yan Shixun looked at it, he couldn't see the violation from the surrounding environment.

The serene village, the smell of firewood and the smoke from the fire, and the simple aroma of the crops after simple seasoning.

These smells are tangled together, drifting in the cold winter wind, making people feel warm unconsciously and want to let go of their guard.

The noisy laughter of the children came from outside the yard, mixed with a few dogs barking from time to time, the light of the setting sun gradually fell to the horizon, and the mountains were hidden in the rising fog.

It's just like any other peaceful village.

Yan Shixun stood at the door, the more he tried to find out what was wrong with his guard, the more he could only see the normal picture, it seemed that all his doubts were just nervousness.

But Yan Shixun never forgot that this is a shadow puppet show without a curtain or a stage, far more dangerous than the theaters and villages by the lake he saw before in the lake.

They exist in the shadow play, but they can't even touch the edge of the stage, and they don't even know what kind of person they are dealing with.

If there are some inconsistencies in it, it will make Yan Shixun feel more normal, but the current situation...

Yan Shixun looked sideways at Ye Li beside him: "If it were you, would you be able to expand shadow puppetry to this level of reality?"

Ye Li raised his eyebrows: "It seems that, Shi Xun, you don't know enough about Fengdu."

"My Fengdu is different from the underworld, where heaven and earth must exist. It is because of me that Fengdu exists first."

Ye Li said in a flat voice that ordinary people couldn't believe it: "The moment I became a ghost, a new Fengdu rose from the ground, accommodating a hundred thousand soldiers, standing above thousands of evil spirits, and judging the sins of the world."

"Shi Xun, you asked me if I could expand the shadow play..."

Ye Li smiled lightly: "I once reconstructed the entire ghost city, and I also propped up the collapsed avenue. It is naturally easy to draw the middle world in a small pot."

"However, Shi Xun, you didn't ask the right question."

Hearing this, Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li in surprise, and asked him why he said that.

"That's what you should be asking."

Ye Li raised his eyelashes and looked at the village in front of him: "Why did the world recognize its existence?"

"Even if 1 spaces are constructed, there is only one reality, and the great way only exists in reality. But here, it has become another reality recognized by heaven and earth."

Ye Li's voice became colder and colder: "I couldn't achieve this level a thousand years ago. Even if I am now, the only way to achieve this level is to overthrow the existing Dao of Heaven and Earth and establish a new way."

"You mean..."

Yan Shixun understood their situation from Ye Li's words, and frowned deeply: "The existence we are looking for can even become a Dao?"

Ye Li didn't answer, but smiled lightly.

"Shi Xun, what do you think the Dao is? Something tangible?"

"No, the avenue is invisible. The truth is realized in the repeated cycle of thousands of lives and deaths, and then it is born in heaven and earth. The cycle of yin and yang is smooth, and the avenue will run normally, the sun and the moon."

"However, once there is a problem with the rotation between life and death, Tai Chi stops traveling around, life and death are out of balance, yin and yang are reversed, and the Dao will be in crisis."

Ye Li stared into Yan Shixun's eyes, and asked him softly: "During Nanming Mountain, Nanhe was able to grasp the corner of the Dao, and was even one step closer to becoming an upright ghost and god, because of this."

"——In the thousands of death sacrifices, he realized the truth of death, so the avenue fell to him."

"But Dao is not benevolent, but it has its own ideas. It refuses to recognize Nan Heye, so it asks you and me for help. When strangers don't notice, they are already being guided by heaven and earth to the chess game set up. Execute the task he was set for. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Wubing rushed to Nanming Mountain on the most dangerous and crucial day of the Winter Solstice Festival in Nanming Mountain."

"This is... Dao's self-help."

Yan Shixun's eyes widened slightly, he looked at Ye Li, and was stunned by the huge amount of information for a moment.

Ye Li didn't urge him either, but patiently waited for Yan Shixun to finish processing all he said and understand.

He believed that Yan Shixun could do it.

If there were any Taoist priests standing here, Ye Li's words would help them make great strides in their journey of cultivating Taoism and suddenly realize the Dao.

And it was Yan Shixun who heard these words.

The only evil ghost in the history of the world who has successfully survived is the last ray of life left by Dao for itself, so he is naturally looked down upon by Dao.

For Yan Shixun, comprehending the world is just at his fingertips.

"So, do you suspect that the person behind the scenes here borrowed your power to comprehend death on top of it, and thus gain the approval of heaven and earth?"

Yan Shixun gradually came to his senses.

There was a smile in Ye Li's eyes.

His beloved ghostbuster lives up to his expectations, and soon realizes the real danger.

Ye Li nodded first, then shook his head lightly and said, "However, Shi Xun, you made a mistake."

"What I suspect is not that the thing understands death, but... life."

Because of the particularity of the shadow puppets, after Ye Li saw his own image thousands of years ago, the first thing he suspected was not the power of the current Lord of Fengdu who controls death.

It is the strength of the general who fought thousands of years ago to guard his life and guard the city until the last moment.

It's like lending Ye Li's power to any stranger except Yan Shixun, it will make the other party's soul have problems because he can't bear the ghost energy.

The power of death cannot help vitality, and correspondingly, vitality cannot control death either.

Although Ye Li is the only remaining god under the Dao, he is different from the gods such as Fu Lu Shou who are more respected in ordinary people's cognition.

In the universe, he is only in charge of death, and in Tai Chi, Yin and Yang, he occupies half of it.

But he doesn't control the vitality of the other half.

Although after the collapse of the avenue, the Lord of Fengdu wanted to take over the avenue several times, prop up the collapsed underworld, and become a new place of reincarnation of life and death.

But Ye Li just ignored it.

If it wasn't for Jing Xiaobao who was about to hurt Yan Shixun when he was in Jing Mansion, Ye Li would not have built a world to protect Yan Shixun in order to get rid of Jing Xiaobao's ghostly aura, and Matsuguchi should have taken on the important task of Dao.

But even so, Yeli will still not become a new avenue, or surpass the avenue.

——Fengdu only belongs to the darkness after the sun sets.

However, shadow puppets are different.

This is an inheritance that tests the craftsmanship and patience of the craftsman. It takes the craftsman several weeks to make a seemingly inconspicuous shadow puppet figure.

In the whole process of tanning and leather making, the craftsmen poured their heart and soul into it, which is equivalent to endowing the shadow puppet with the spirit of life, so that it can walk and act instead of the identity of a real person in the world of shadows.

Corresponding to the death ceremony of Master Nanming Mountain, every time a shadow puppet is made, every time a shadow puppet performance is performed, the process of "birth" is repeated.

Thousands of repetitions are enough to give birth to new vitality from the shadow puppets.

Coupled with the power of a thousand-year-old general...

Ye Li's long and narrow eyes darkened.

"The me thousands of years ago was a completely different existence from what I am now, even the power and the way I follow are very different."

Ye Li said: "I don't know why that image has been handed down, even because of the true form of ghosts and gods, even the power at that time was sealed in the statue. However, since the things behind the scenes use the statue to cover up its existence .”

"It's hard to find it."

Yan Shixun murmured and raised his hand to cover his lips, lost in thought.

Although he knew that the current situation was very difficult, he never thought that it would be so difficult to deal with.

However, this makes sense why they exist in shadow puppets.

Because for the heaven and earth in the shadow puppet show, they are human beings, and their identities are the same as those in the real world, so even if the two are reversed, the heaven and earth on both sides will not notice anything.

Not to mention, in the shadow puppetry, a new Heaven and Earth Avenue will be born.

Thinking of this, Yan Shixun felt a headache and rubbed his temples, but he was also glad that Zhang Wubing changed the shooting location this time, and found this incident when he arrived at Baizhi Lake.

Now the Tao in the shadow puppetry has not really been born, and there is still a chance of redemption.

Once a new world appears, the behind-the-scenes existence that manipulates all shadow puppets will gain the Dao of Heaven and Earth and become the new "God".

At that time, I am afraid that even Ye Li will not be able to resolve this matter smoothly without affecting any life.

"So, Zhang Dabing is considered a meritorious service this time?"

Yan Shixun looked into the yard dumbfounded, and wanted to drag Zhang Wubing to ask him why he noticed this place. After all, the traffic here has been blocked and lonely for many years, so it is really inconspicuous.

But Zhang Wubing was not in the yard.

Yan Shixun looked around, only to realize that this little fool had actually run to the kitchen, staring at Third Uncle Bai while he was cooking.

Uncle Bai, an enthusiastic but simple villager, felt uncomfortable when Zhang Wubing saw him. He even stopped cooking the noodles with his hands. He raised his head and asked Zhang Wubing what he needed. The look of leaving.

Zhang Wubing was so greedy for the steaming aroma that he swallowed his saliva, he quickly waved his hand to tell Third Uncle Bai not to care about him, and he just looked at it.

Third Uncle Bai: "..."

All I want is for you not to look at me!And your eyes are like a hungry wolf staring at meat, how can I not care?

When Third Uncle Bai was stiffened by Zhang Wubing, he saw Yan Shixun walking towards him from the yard through the wide open kitchen window.

Third Uncle Bai was overjoyed immediately, thinking that the other party was going to take Zhang Wubing away.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shixun just glanced at Zhang Wubing, who was scratching his ears and cheeks, and chatted with Third Uncle Bai, asking about the situation in the village.

"You ask those who make shadow puppets?"

Third Uncle Bai shook his head, and he had no intention of hiding anything, and said to Yan Shixun openly, "He's already dead."

"Nuo, look at the house next door. It's the one that died the first time in the village decades ago. Since his house, a lot of people have died in the village, and it's strange. After the death of the shadow puppets, it has been a long time, and the children of all families are of course unwilling to be sent to learn shadow puppets."

"Besides, shadow puppetry is not something that can be learned in a day. Those who have already graduated from the teacher are all dead, and the remaining few apprentices are also running around. Even if some people want to learn, no one will teach them. ah."

"Until now, Master Bai is the only one left. Coupled with Master Bai's attitude, he doesn't look down on foreigners at all. He hides his secrets and doesn't want to teach people outside the village... People in this village don't want to learn. Those who have died have died, and Master Bai, who is from another village, is unwilling to teach, after a long time, isn’t that the way it is?”

Third Uncle Bai sighed: "So when you came here before, I advised you not to have too much hope, but if you really want to learn about Southwest Shadow Puppetry, I can't stop you."

Zhang Wubing knew that what Uncle Bai was talking about was the members of the director team who came to see Master Bai before.

The director team came several times but didn't see anyone. When they came back, they told Zhang Wubing that even the people in the village advised them to give up, don't dream of seeing real people, and said that it would be good if the Baizhihu shadow puppets were gone.

Now it seems that it was this Uncle Bai who said this to the director team.

Zhang Wubing couldn't help but asked in amazement: "If there are dead people, is it because of a disease or a problem with the water source? How could someone die just because they learned shadow puppetry, isn't it possible?"

"Hey, nothing is impossible."

Third Uncle Bai sighed, kept boiling water in his hands, chatting with the two of them while busy in the hot mist, one could tell from a glance that he was used to doing such things, and he should be the same at home. Come cook.

Although Third Uncle Bai didn't say anything, Yan Shixun had learned a lot of information just from the opponent's actions.

He quietly moved his eyes away from Third Uncle Bai's hand, and observed the first floor of the small building.

The house is so clean and tidy that the walls are almost bare, except for the necessary daily necessities, there is nothing superfluous, and the colors are all tended to be dull, which is in line with Uncle Bai's age and preferences.

But without any bright colors, or personal items from other family members.

Yan Shixun immediately made a judgment in his heart.

——This is a family with only Uncle Bai and no other family members.

Yan Shixun has traveled through many villages and towns, and knows that in such a place, family is extremely important.

As long as the family conditions are acceptable, parents will generally arrange marriages for their children, regardless of whether the children are healthy or mentally sound, and regardless of whether the children are alive or dead.

There are many people who buy other people's bones or ashes to accompany their own dead children in yin marriages. The further you go to the mountains and villages, the more you can see them.

Under such circumstances, it seemed that Uncle Bai, who lived alone, was a little weird.

And look at the yard and the size of the building... If Uncle Bai's house didn't have enough rooms, the director team wouldn't choose this place to stay.

Living alone in a yard with more than a dozen rooms?

Yan Shixun looked at Third Uncle Bai, feeling suspicious.

After all, this is not the kind of wealthy village that repairs the old house to show its grandeur. Along the way, every household is a normal village house, and there is no spare money to build more rooms than the actual family members.

With the decline of Baizhihu shadow puppetry and the death of those shadow puppet artisans, this village has gradually become lonely, and has resumed its farming life facing the loess and back to the sky, which is different from the way it used to be when the shadow puppetry was at its peak.

Yan Shixun thought about it, but there was no extra emotion on his face, he just asked: "Sanshu Bai cleans up such a big yard by yourself?"

Third Uncle Bai nodded, and said as a matter of course: "It's just me, of course I clean it up alone."

"Actually, it's good to be alive alone. It's good to be able to eat whatever you want."

Third Uncle Bai sighed with a smile, his face was a little melancholy: "These years... I'm used to it."

Yan Shixun keenly grasped the time in Bai Sanshu's words, and asked: "What about before that, were Bai Sanshufeng's parents or wife cleaning up?"

Third Uncle Bai really followed Yan Shixun's pre-setting, and didn't notice anything wrong, so Yan Shixun calmly set him up.

"It used to be my old lady who did it, but then it was me."

Third Uncle Bai said with a smile: "At first I couldn't even make a fire and boil water, but gradually I can do a little bit of everything. There is no way, I have to eat."

"Third Uncle Bai, don't be too sad."

Yan Shixun didn't interrupt Bai Sanshu's thoughts, and still asked Bai Sanshu according to his guess: "Can I go and burn incense sticks for my aunt?"

Third Uncle Bai waved his hand, and the flour on his hand fell down: "No, no, you are guests, why are you so polite. Besides, there is no custom in the village to put memorial tablets at home. I have to go to the ancestral grave on the mountain."

"But usually I don't bother so much. I just cook a few good dishes, and when I go to the lake to cook, it's like meeting my old lady."

When Third Uncle Bai was speaking, Yan Shixun had been observing the changes in his face to judge whether what he said was true or not, and what his attitude towards it was.

Although he didn't ask questions directly in order to scare the snake, Yan Shixun had already got a general understanding of the situation in Bai Sanshu's house and the village just by guiding him from the side.

He also knew that more than 20 years ago, death swept across the entire village like a disease, taking away many villagers and all of Uncle Bai's family members, even his youngest son was not spared.

Yan Shixun's face has always been based on what Bai Sanshu said, and gave corresponding emotional reactions at the right time, crying, laughing, sadness and joy, all flashed on Yan Shixun's face like a mask.

His brain was always calm, and his thinking was running rapidly without stopping. He quickly disassembled and understood the information in Bai Sanshu's words in real time, and pieced together many fragmented truths.

On the other hand, Zhang Wubing, this little fool who was so hungry that he ran over eagerly waiting to eat, was really shocked by what Uncle Bai had experienced.

Although Zhang Wubing is a wealthy third generation, his family has always been upright, his parents love and respect each other, and he has fulfilled his duties as a parent, even if he is regarded as the best parent among all people.

Therefore, Zhang Wubing never felt the troubles brought by his family.

The only thing that bothered him was Zhang's father's strict management of him.

But even so, Zhang Wubing is very clear that it is because Zhang's father is afraid of losing him, so he always wants to prevent him from realizing his dream, and only hopes that he will be a rich third generation who eats and waits to die.

Therefore, Zhang Wubing's impression of his family is always warm.

But he didn't expect that Uncle Bai's family would be so miserable. In less than a year, more than a dozen members of Uncle Bai's family died, and Third Uncle Bai was the only one left.

Since then, Uncle Bai has lived alone until now.

"Then you are too powerful."

Zhang Wubing sniffed, he didn't know if his eyes were smothered by the hot steam, or he was already moved by the story of Uncle Bai, his eyes were watery.

Yan Shixun glanced at Zhang Wubing speechlessly, wondering if this little fool's emotions are too rich?

No matter how miserable the story sounds, the reality is that this is not reality, but a shadow play.

Zhang Wubing sympathized with the wrong person.

Besides, such a large-scale death, and the ebony statue suppressing evil spirits...

Combining the words of Ye Li and Bai Sanshu, Yan Shixun gradually began to piece together what happened in this village, so he was also full of doubts about Bai Sanshu.

If the death that year was determined not to be a disease or other external factors, then it is more likely to be the revenge of the ghost.

If this is the case, it is the cause and effect between the ghost and those who died in the village that year.

There is no need for him to intervene at will.

But in front of Third Uncle Bai, Yan Shixun was not good at reminding Zhang Wubing, and this little fool rolled up his sleeves and said he wanted to help Third Uncle Bai with tears, and it was even worse. Remind the other party.

Therefore, Yan Shixun simply changed the plan temporarily.

——Since Zhang Wubing can't get away from here, it's better to let him play some other role.

For example, holding back Third Uncle Bai, he took this opportunity to go to the village and nearby to check the situation, thus avoiding Uncle Bai's possible interference with him.

Thinking of this, Yan Shixun acted as if he was bored and wanted to go shopping before dinner, and asked Third Uncle Bai where the meal time was, and where the home of the first dead villager was, saying that he wanted to visit look.

Third Uncle Bai pouted towards the wall next to the yard, looking calm after seeing the big wind and waves.

Yan Shixun thanked him, and remembered something before leaving.

He asked: "Uncle Bai, is Baizhi Lake the lake in front? I heard that this lake is very famous. I'm going to visit it."

Unexpectedly, Third Uncle Bai asked him in surprise, "Baizhi Lake?"

Uncle Bai thought hard for a long time, but still shook his head in doubt, and said: "I have lived in the village all my life, and I have been here since I was born. I have never heard of a white paper lake. Are you a guest? wrong?"

"There is a lake in the village, but it doesn't have a name, so everyone just calls it a lake."

No white paper lake?

Yan Shixun was also surprised.

Even the shadow puppets are named after Baizhi Lake. No one outside knows the name of this village, nor does it know that many people in this village have the surname Bai, but they all know that this place is called "Baizhi Lake".

Such an iconic name, but the aborigines in the village say they don't know it?

Yan Shixun just nodded and turned to leave without showing his surprise.

When passing by Ye Li, Yan Shixun smiled and glanced at the other party, and Ye Li blinked at him with a tacit understanding.

Yan Shixun was worried about leaving everyone in a place where he couldn't care about it, and third uncle Bai didn't know about Baizhi Lake, which made him suspicious, so when he was investigating the situation in the village, Ye Li asked Stay and watch over everyone.

Fortunately, the ruins of the first shadow puppet master who died are nearby, not too far away.

Yan Shixun said softly to Ye Li, "Don't worry, I'll be right back," and then walked to the courtyard next door with long legs.

In the kitchen, Third Uncle Bai raised his head calmly in the steaming steam, looked at Yan Shixun's leaving back, and then lowered his head again after a long time, busy with the dough in his hands, as if nothing had happened.

When Yan Shixun went out and turned a corner, he saw the dilapidated courtyard next to Third Uncle Bai's house.

Different from the cleanliness and living atmosphere of Third Uncle Bai's house, this yard has been abandoned for a long time, and even the roof and beams have collapsed in the rain and weathering, turning into a pile of waste bricks and stones with weeds and moss.

Standing in front of the gate and looking up, Yan Shixun could still see the family's former glory.

The tall gate and eaves, as well as the exquisite patterns carved on the gate, the once majestic but now broken stone lion in front of the gate... It seems that the first shadow puppet master who died not only had a high status in the village, but also Quite a savings.

The red Spring Festival couplets on both sides of the door had already faded to white. At first glance, they looked like elegiac couplets used in funerals, and the writing on them was already blurred.

Yan Shixun looked at the door for a long time before finding a place to set foot among the ruins.

Just as he was about to raise his legs and step over the decayed threshold to enter, he suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Huh? Mr. Yan, why are you here?"

Familiar male voice, only pure curiosity and friendliness, no malice.

Yan Shixun turned around and saw that it was Zheng Shushu whom he had met before.

He looked at Yan Shixun strangely, then pointed to the yard next to him and said, "Mr. Yan, did he go wrong? Third Uncle Bai's house is next door."

Yan Shixun didn't say that he came to see the first shadow puppet master who died, but he explained with a polite smile that there was still a while before dinner time, and it happened that the sky had not completely darkened yet, so he wanted to visit the shops in the village. scenery.

"Oh yes, Mr. Yan came from another city, so he rarely sees such a village environment."

Zheng Shushu suddenly realized, and then smiled embarrassedly: "This is the scene we are used to seeing. When it rains and the road is difficult to walk, we still call it a bad place. I didn't expect Mr. Yan to be interested. I also Just ignore this."

"Will Third Uncle Bai cook? He's the only one in his house. If he wants to entertain so many of you, he won't be able to leave."

Zheng Shushu warmly invited Yan Shixun and said, "If Mr. Yan doesn't mind, I will accompany you to visit the village. I have lived here for a long time, and I know every plant and tree."

Seeing the astonishment on Yan Shixun's face, Zheng Shushu smiled and said, "Mr. Yan, don't worry, I know how many stones there are in the village."

Yan Shixun nodded with a smile, and had no choice but to temporarily give up exploring the ruins, and instead walked with Zheng Shushu.

After the two walked a certain distance, the sound of rolling stones suddenly sounded in the dead silent ruins.

"Clap!"