The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

The bound booklet was spinning rapidly in mid-air, and the pages were flipping and falling, Wen Xingzhi raised his head, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pick up the booklet, while Le Ning ran over a few steps, ready to save Shen Yuan.

However, unexpectedly, the old man Zhao who was carrying the flower hoe stopped suddenly, and even left behind Shen Yuan who was chasing him, turned sharply, and ran straight towards the booklet.

Wen Xingzhi didn't take many shots, but it didn't mean that he was not strong. Before the old man rushed over, he stretched out his long arms, took the booklet with one hand, and took a quick step back to avoid the flower hoe he had dug.

Seeing that the brochure was in hand, Le Ning didn't delay, and immediately called someone,

"Mr. Wen, look what's written in it!"

The old man reacted so strongly to the booklet, it must be something very important.

As soon as Wen Xingzhi finished speaking, before Wen Xingzhi began to turn the page, the old man suddenly let out a shriek. This sound of resentment, reluctance, and madness, mixed with overlapping sounds pierced his ears, and Shen Yuan felt dizzy on the spot.

Following the scream, the bright sunlight outside the window suddenly dimmed, the floor and walls in the room quickly cast a shadow, and the emerald green vegetables withered together with the blooming flowers.

Le Ning was supporting Shen Yuan, seeing the battle, he couldn't help roaring.

When it was over, the people in the miasma woke up.

Wen Xingzhi also frowned, and was about to say something, when the book in his hand was suddenly covered with the same shadow, and ignited spontaneously without fire.

He reacted very quickly, shaking the spine of the book, and the fire that had just burned on one side was immediately extinguished.

But the fire was shaken out, but the words inside disappeared inexplicably.

Le Ning was vigilant against the old man enveloped in a cloud of black air, brought Shen Yuan and Mr. Wen together, looked at the blank brochure, where he couldn't find a word from the beginning to the end, and was silent.

Shen Yuan was even more surprised, "You still have this?"

This sentence reminded Le Ning, "Mrs. Shen, where did you find this booklet? The old man reacted so strongly."

Judging from the two days of observation, the old man is as usual during the day, and he can spend the night safely as long as he doesn't go to the backyard. He is considered mild among all the complaints, so how could he suddenly go crazy in broad daylight.

"I don't know. My mother gave it to me, and she took it out of the basket containing a bunch of flowers while my father was away."

"It turned out to be like this." Le Ning didn't expect the old man to have such a hand. You say he is irrational, he knows to hide important things where he can see them all the time, you say he is sane, and he becomes crazy. His own daughter-in-law was chopped off.

"I don't know what is written in it." Le Ning shrugged helplessly after feeling a lot of emotion, "Forget it, anyway, the words are gone now, and the old man woke up with a start. All the previous work was in vain. Next we Maybe we have to go to fight and hang up."

The thick black air over there melted into the old man's body, his eyes were red, he was holding a flower hoe tightly and staring at them, he couldn't stop thinking about getting out and getting out, he looked completely crazy.

"Not necessarily." Wen Xingzhi supported the spine of the book, flipping through the pages in a hurry.

Seeing Mr. Wen's actions, Le Ning's eyes suddenly remembered.

Yes!Mr. Wen is a walking bug!Big guy with camera memory!

Sure enough, Mr. Wen flipped through the pages for a while and recalled to the blank pages, "This is a diary."

Mr. Wen is a gentleman, he tries not to read other people's diaries too much, and flips to the last page, intending to recall any clues from the latest page.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned the pages, Wen Xingzhi's eyes flashed with pity when he thought of the contents of this page.

"September 9th, rain, drizzle and breeze today..."

After reading a few words, the old gentleman who stared at them screamed frantically, and swung a hoe to attack them.

"Get out! Get out! Get you all out!"

If it was a general resentment and evil spirit, Le Ning would not be polite in his actions, but the old man's whole body shrouded in black air was full of vitality.

This is obviously a living person falling into a miasma of resentment.

Le Ning didn't want to hurt anyone, so he pinched a talisman and threw it over like last night, but old man Zhao was infinitely close to something inhuman, and the talisman couldn't hold him for a while.

Looking at the madly rushing people, Le Ning's eyes sank, because the tactful means won't work, so he can only force it.

"Mr. Wen, look at the diary. I have fought with Mr. Zhao." He took a step forward, made Shen Yuan hide behind, and made a gesture of opening hands.

The old gentleman over there has already rushed forward.

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight each other, at the very moment, there was a shout from behind,

"Sihe, what are you doing?"

The sound was not loud, almost drowned in the howling wind, but Mr. Zhao suddenly stopped when he heard the sound.

He turned around stiffly, looking helplessly at the little old lady standing at the door, an elderly man in his seventies or eighties, but at this moment he looked like a child who had done something wrong.

Mr. Zhao tried his best to hide the flower hoe behind his back, "No, it's nothing."

The kind and kind old lady approached slowly, looked at the old gentleman with bloodshot eyes, and sighed after a long time, took the old gentleman's hand with one hand, and slipped her own hand into the gentleman's hand with the other.

The old man held the skinny palm in his hand, still looking at the three of Le Ning, as if he was going to drive them out at any time.

The old lady pulled her husband and looked up at Le Ning, "Sir, please take the diary and open that door."

Le Ning looked at the diary, Wen Xingzhi lowered his head, and gently told him the contents of the diary.

Hearing the exact contents of the diary, Le Ning was also surprised, glanced at the old man, took the diary, raised his hand and pressed the doorknob.

With just this one action, the old gentleman, who had barely stabilized his emotions, went crazy, wanting to run up, "No! No!"

The old lady hugged him tightly, "Sir, drive!"

"No!" The old man almost growled.

Shen Yuan's heart trembled when he looked at the almost crazy old man. She married into the Zhao family for more than [-] years. The two old men have always been kind and calm, with gentleness in their tolerance. They have never seen the old man so painful and close to collapse. appearance.

Not to mention Shen Yuan who was close to the two old men, even Le Ning couldn't bear it, recalling the old man's hard struggle for the past two days, he didn't move for a while.

"Don't hesitate." Mr. Wen raised his hand to cover Le Ning's.

Mr. Wen's hand was as steady as warm jade, almost covering Le Ning's entire hand. Feeling the warmth and strength from the back of his hand, he suddenly gained strength.

With Wen Xingzhi's quiet and firm support, Le Ning held the handle, pressed it firmly, and then pushed it away.

The light poured out from inside the door, and the shadows collapsed around the door frame as the center of a circle like melting snow.

The walls and ground gradually returned to their original appearance, and the book in Wen Xingzhi's hand faded and disappeared.

——The resentment is broken.

The air conditioner in the room was running on the lowest temperature, and there was a refrigerator with the door open, and the cold air rushed out.

After adapting to the bright light, the three of them could clearly see the things in the small room.

A coffin.

Around the yellow wooden coffin, there are pots of blooming chrysanthemums and lotus.

There are people inside.

The three of them approached slowly, only to see that the person inside had a serene expression, a smile seemed to be on the corner of his mouth, his hair was gray and neatly tied into a small bun.

Seeing the people inside clearly, and then turning around to look, the old man is no longer crazy, just sitting on the ground silently, as if lost his soul, staring blankly at the coffin facing him, the old lady next to him is still kind and gentle .

The door opened and the wind picked up, bending the incense sticks curling up in the room. The mist of incense sticks drifted over the stacks of paper books, and the top booklet was blown away to reveal the contents inside.

"September 9th, it was rainy, it was rainy and breezy today, I made porridge as usual in the morning, and went to ask the old woman to get up for breakfast.

The older the old woman is, the more sleepy she is. In the past, she always wakes up at sunrise, but today she can't cry when the sun is high.

If you can't afford it, let her sleep for a while, and I'll go buy lotus root from the old guy below.

The lotus root was just dug up in the morning, it was very fresh, and the lotus was blooming well. I bought a bunch of lotus root together, and made a whole lotus root feast at noon.

The old woman can't afford it, it's really bad luck.

In the evening, the drizzle became heavier, and the flowers in the backyard were splashing, old children, old children, if the flowers were knocked down, the old woman would probably be unhappy, and when she was old, she could only be coaxed. I hurriedly braved the rain to give the flowers Covered with cloth.

The lotus flowers I bought in the morning were also placed in the backyard, and I added water to raise them together. The lotus flowers are beautiful, and the old lady wants to see them when she wakes up. "

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The old lady touched Mr. Zhao's gray hair, "I have told you many times, every journey has its own taste, we have to go forward, look forward, don't miss it, don't look back, do you still listen to me?" yes."

The old man stiffened his neck and turned his head slowly, looking at the translucent figure beside him, wriggling his lips, blinking his eyes, and tears rolled down from the cloudy eye sockets.