Grandpa is such a bunny

Du Yun found his chopsticks, and carefully picked apart the black blood cloth sheet several times. There was nothing in the plain white cloth ball. Even though it was covered with that strange black blood, there was not even a trace of other colors. Not stained, just wet, with an indescribable fishy smell.

This fishy smell was not quite the same as the overwhelming blood they had seen.

Du Yun frowned, always feeling a little strange.

He boldly dipped some water stains on the cloth and asked, "Is what we saw bloody?"

The scene of a three-foot-high wall of blood pouring over the sky and covering the sky is still replaying in my eyes. In the visible room, there are only water marks on the four legs of the tables, chairs and benches soaked in blood water, but no blood stains, which is really hard to fathom.

There is no trace of blood to pursue, only the smell that has not dissipated can prove what has spread in the house.

Putting the beads back into strings and wrapping them around his wrists, Qian Fan said, "It's not the blood, it's the fishy smell of the river."

Du Yun was surprised, and leaned closer to the ball of cloth to sniff, "That's it, it's a bit similar, blood doesn't smell so bad, so it's possible that the black blood seen at night is just a trick of water stains ? Then is this a ghost..."

As he spoke, he yawned for a long time, with tears in his eyes and dark circles around his eyes, "Sleepy, I'm not suitable for thinking now."

Qian Fan's green robe and white shoes, his eyes were clear, he didn't feel sleepy at all after a whole night, but he still nodded and let the two of them go to rest.

Tubo confessed that no one in the inn's second room was allowed to enter this room, and said to Du Yun, "Go to sleep."

The eyes of the prefect of Luo'an City are red like a rabbit. He is not a martial arts practitioner. He is not strong enough to stay up all night and act like a normal person. Since the ghost has already been seen, the investigation is not something that can be rushed out immediately, so he waved his hand. He walked back to his room with two-eight-five steps.

After changing to a new room and shutting out the window of the gradually increasing traffic on the street, Tubo said, "Morning class?"

Qian Fan nodded.

Tubo said, "Okay, then after the morning class, I'll ask Xiaoer to give you a vegetarian meal. After using it, you can rest for a while. Didn't you get blood on your body at night? Do you want to go to the medical center to prescribe some decoction to cure corpse poison? "

Qian Fan stood quietly in front of the bed, looking at Tubo for a while, "No need, thank you." Then he asked, "Where is Master Benefactor going?"

The corners of Tubai's warm-colored eyes turned cold, mixed with some loneliness and gloom, "I'm going to see the little girl and the little stone."

All that was left to see was the corpse.

"The poor monk will go with you."

Tubo was stunned for a moment, and the ice in the corners of his eyes melted quickly, "What about the morning class? Don't study anymore?"

Qian Fan pursed his lips, "Make up."

You can fill it up later.

The sun fell outside the window, casting the mottled shadows of the sycamore trees outside the inn on it, Tubo's eyes seemed to be stained with light, bright and deep, he thought for a while, and took out a quilt from the closet with ease , "But there's no rush, I'll wait for you, I just haven't slept all night and I'm a little sleepy, I'll take a nap while you have early class."

Qian Fan's clear and light-colored pupils followed him around the room, and finally landed on the quilt on the floor. Looking at the young man lying lazily on it, his lips moved, and he said, "Okay."

People are coming and going outside the window, and the sandalwood incense in the window is quiet and silent.

Tubo pressed the pillow under his head with one hand, and stared sideways at the monk who was meditating on the bed not far from him. His black eyes were as deep as lakes, and the other hand hung on his chest. He rubbed his fingertips and touched The slightly hard beauty balm box on the chest, the fragrance came out from the crack of the box, with a light fragrance of flowers and herbs.

A flash of pain suddenly flashed in his eyes, and when he closed his eyes, he could still hear the little girl's voice like a warbler, but in a blink of an eye, she was lying under the heavy wooden wheel covered in blood.

Tubo thought that he must have lived too long and was old, so he couldn't stand the cycle of life and death in the mortal world.

Under the tip of the nose is the sandalwood burnt by Qianfan himself. Tubo thought he could calm his mind and close his eyes to rest for a while. Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed his eyes, a sharp pain hit his forehead.

He felt bad, turned over, turned his back to the bed, took out his palm-sized 'Mo Wangshu' from his arms, glanced back at the monk behind him, and wrote a few simple words on the paper for himself. Words that can be understood at a glance are used as notes.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the quilt, and waited for Qianfan with frowned eyebrows.

An hour later, the sandalwood was burned out, and the two simply had their morning fast and left the inn.

The desertedness of the night seemed to be tainted by the daytime. There were only shops open in twos and threes on the usually lively Fuya Street.

In the afternoon, under a hundred-year-old willow tree, several elderly people with gray hair sat side by side. In the past, there would be a group of bare-bottomed yellow-mouthed children running in front of their knees, but now they are gone. Only the elderly sixty-year-old Mu Facing the sun, his weather-beaten face was full of vicissitudes and sorrow.

Seeing Tubo passing by, an old man beckoned, "Come."

Tubo walked over and squatted down on one knee, with a smile on his face, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

The old man looked at him, but before he spoke, his cloudy eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of bitterness, and he touched Tubo's head with his wrinkled and veined palm.

Someone beside him reminded him, "Master Du..." he said, stuck the first half of the sentence back in his throat, and shook his head in frustration.

Tubo's smile faded, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Uncle, I know about it."

It should be that Du Yun deliberately told the acquaintances at the gate of the government office to hide the matter of Xiangxiang and Xiaoshitou from Tubo, fearing that he would feel uncomfortable.

So stupid, how long can this be hidden.

The old man’s white hair was covered with tiny rays of sunlight, he stroked Tubo’s head with his thin and withered hands, and said kindly, “When I go down, I’ll go and see them, Xiangxiang and Shitou like to listen to my stories, As soon as I call them, they will definitely recognize me, if you have anything to say, I will let them go."

The old man is getting old, and he has already looked down on life and death. When he said "go down", he seemed to go to a place where he should go. He had entrusted all the people who should be entrusted. Whoever he wanted to see, when he died, he would carry the thoughts of a living person. To send a message, but as to whether it can be brought, it is just a sustenance.

Tubo curved his lips, "Okay."

After a few greetings, the two left and hid in an inn in the downtown area. A pair of eyes silently looked at the backs of the two until they could no longer be seen. The owner of the eyes also stood up and disappeared holding a black glazed altar with cracked ice. In the busy traffic.

They walked along the street to Xiangxiang's shop, and the smell of chestnut cakes still came out from the cracks in the door panel. The scent fell on the pale wreaths and the white flowers all over the floor, which felt inexplicably bitter and desolate.

As expected, the shop would not open. Tubo stared at the rough wood grain on the door panel for a moment, and the little girl who was hiding behind the door panel in the heavy rain and gave them chestnut cakes appeared in front of her eyes, and sighed slightly, "Do you think the corpse poison Is it related to Xiangxiang?"

Tubo didn't wait for him to answer, and continued, "How many ghosts are there behind the bloody wall, and what are they going to do? I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell."

He took Qianfan around the chestnut pastry shop, walked through a narrow alley, followed the flying Mingqian on the road, and finally stood in front of a small courtyard.

Outside the courtyard was filled with Mingqian, and there were two pale mourning streamers hanging on the nearby tree. Tubo knocked on the door, but no one opened it.

The neighbor next door opened the door. When he saw Tubo's official robe, he was stunned for a moment, then retracted his head, and then saw the quiet and dignified monk behind him. Amitabha, master, are you two here to save Xiangxiang?"

Qian Fan returned the salute, lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyes, as compassionate as a Buddha.

The neighbor said, "Xiangxiang died pitifully. His father killed someone again, and he probably won't live long. If the master does something to save him, he can go to the west of the city. There is his family's ancestral grave."

The Mingqian on the ground was stuck to the trousers by the wind, Tubo looked down and asked, "We want to see Mrs. Li."

Mrs. Li is Xiangxiang's mother, and she is very famous in the street for her chestnut cake.

Hearing the name, the neighbor's face changed, his eyes wandered, and the corners of his lips were drawn down, as if he didn't want to mention it, but he looked at the pale money beside his feet, and then whispered, "Mr. Li seems to be crazy, At night, I can always hear her crying and calling Xiangxiang, each sound more miserable, my house is close, and sometimes I can hear her talking to herself."

He choked his throat and learned in a soft voice, "'Mother knew you would come back, mother saw you, be good, mother will make chestnut cakes for you.''Don't run around, mother will feed you, eh Eat slowly.'”

His demeanor and soft tone of voice are very similar to a virtuous and virtuous woman who is a new mother, but reflecting the dark money all over the floor, the paleness seems to be stained on his face, which always feels inexplicable and strange.

"Did she light the lamp?" Tupper asked.

The neighbor said, "No, it's dark, and even a little light is conspicuous. My house is so close that I can see it through the crack of the door. I can also hear the sound of her cutting cakes, kneading dough and pouring water. The smell of cakes wafts into the house. My little brat I have to eat chestnut cakes in the middle of the night. I thought about going to ask her to buy them during the day, but I peeked through the door and saw that there were no steamed chestnut cakes anywhere in her house." He suddenly tightened his expression, and said mysteriously, "Then Mrs. Li Did you see a ghost? If not, where did the chestnut cake she made go?"

The Mingqian on the ground was blown all over the ground by the wind, and the wreath that fell on the door railing rustled. Tubo patted the man on the shoulder, but did not answer his question, but asked, "Mr. Li is not at home. In front of the little girl's grave?"

"It should be. Her husband is in prison, and her only daughter is gone. She is either at the ancestral grave or at home all day long."

Tubo listened, thanked him, and went to the west of the city with Qianfan to see Xiangxiang's tomb. Come out and pray to the Buddha to bless his baby.

"My lord, you must find out if it's a ghost or a human being. You dare not light a lamp at night, and you dare not light a fire even if you want to eat some hot soup. This evil ghost is too powerful. He dares to harm people under the shadow of a lamp..."

He complained and carried the baby back. When Tubo heard his last sentence, he was startled suddenly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "I know what's wrong. Ghosts should be afraid of light. Why does this one lean towards the light instead?" ?”

On the outskirts of Xicheng, rice seedlings are green in a radius of ten miles, and large and small graves are bulging on the barren land slopes above the farmland. Skeletons of loved ones.

A blue smoke curled up in the sky, and the wind blew the smell of burning paper scraps.

Qian Fan looked back, and made eye contact with a few gray wild rabbits who did not know when to follow behind him.The wild rabbit raised its front legs, its two pointed ears stood straight, and its round tail swept back and forth.He walked forward, and the hare behind him jumped up.

"donor."

Tubo turned around, with four or five juicy carrots in his front pocket, which he bought from a vegetable farmer when he passed by the vegetable garden. He held the bright carrots to his lips, and the juice soaked his lips, leaving a luster on them , Tubo licked subconsciously, his lips were full of fruity fragrance.

Qian Fan subconsciously swallowed the phrase 'these rabbits may want to eat what the benefactor has in his arms', looked down at the way the hares were staring at them, and now looked around for something that could be eaten by the rabbits.

Seeing what he meant, Tubo flew out the carrot stalk in his hand, and seeing this, several hares ran over to fight for each other, their eyes were full of long gray ears and ball-like round tails.

"They won't be hungry, don't worry."

Qian Fan hummed, and said curiously, "The benefactor is the one with the best luck for rabbits that the poor monk has seen."

Rabbits are timid by nature and never take the initiative to contact people and other animals, but he has seen those soft little things around Tubo intimately more than once.

Tubo's sword eyebrows almost reached his temples, and he glanced at him with a half-smile, and said, "The Zen master is also the most rabbit-like one I have ever seen."

"What's the meaning of this?"

Tubo cleaned up the carrots in his pocket, and patted the dust on his robe, "That's what it means, from now on you will..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Tubo looked into the distance, his smile quickly condensed into ice from his face, and his jaw stretched into a knife-like line from the end of his eyes.