Chapter 1-2

Yan Furui thinks there are probably no monsters in this world, but he can only think about this in his mind and never say it out loud. If he says it out loud, he is very sorry for his master Taoist Master Qiu Shan.

When Yan Furui remembered, Taoist Master Qiu Shan was already very old, with gray-bearded beard, hunched back, coughing all day long, and was pulled out to criticize and fight every now and then. The revolutionary young man slapped his head and face with his soles, blushing his face and yelled at him with thick neck: "Fethical superstition! Do you dare to say that you have taken possession of monsters! Only our great helmsman Chairman Mao can wipe out all monsters and ghosts! If you have taken possession of monsters, you are opposing the people and opposing Chairman Mao..."

Then there was a punishment for standing under the sun, sweeping the street with a broom, and his health became worse and worse. Cheng Su tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Yan Furui was younger than the tile house at that time, but was forced to be mature by the environment. While slapping Qiu Shan's back, he said, "Master, can't you say that you have never seized monsters?"

Later, Qiushan was in a state of twilight, and he was trembling and unable to move. Yan Furui had no food to eat. At a young age, he went to the street to beg for food, but most of them were not allowed. Once he was hungry and grabbed someone's steamed bun and ran away. He was chased and beaten up. He cried so hard that he went home. He also gave Qiushan a half-pulled steamed bun in his hand. Qiushan's beard was trembling, and his eyes were red and sighed. Finally, Yan Furui asked him to send a letter for him.

After that, after waiting for about ten days, Grandma Huang came. Although she was old, her legs and feet were very smart and energetic, Yan Furui recalled that Grandma Huang should be the so-called "practice". She brought steamed buns, pickles, food and oil tickets, and chatted with Taoist Qiushan for a long time. Yan Furui was gnawing on the steamed buns and playing with sand at the door. He vaguely heard Grandma Huang sigh and said, "Earlier, no matter monks, Taoists, Christians, life was not easy, but gradually getting better, Tianshi, you can maintain your body well, and it will not be possible for two years. The country will build a Heavenly Emperor Pavilion for you."

Taoist Master Qiushan laughed twice and said, "I'm old and useless."

Grandma Huang said: "Don't say that. If there are any monsters in the future, you will have to rely on the Heavenly Master."

Yan Furui remembered that Taoist Priest Qiu Shan was silent for a long time, and finally said: "There are only a few monsters in this world that can become monsters, and there will be no more climate after Si Teng."

This was the first time Yan Furui heard Si Teng's name in his life. At that time, he was young and didn't think it was a personal name. Later, when Grandma Huang left, she mentioned it to Qiu Shan again. Perhaps Grandma Huang's expression was too serious at that time. Yan Furui's memory of the scene at that time was extremely profound.

It was drizzling that day, and milky white mist covered the entire mountain. The mountain road had not been covered with bluestone slabs at that time, and it was muddy after walking for a few steps. Grandma Huang was worried. When she reached the foot of the mountain, she suddenly turned around and looked at Qiushan and said the following sentence.

"Tianshi, I shouldn't have doubted it, but you also know that Si Teng is different from other monsters. Her corpse was never burned back then, and I was always uneasy.

Add the eight words she said before her death..."

Qiu Shan didn't say anything, and didn't even look at Grandma Huang. The skinny old hand who was leaning on a cane trembled slightly.

"She said she never failed and swears to be like a mountain. Over the years, I have dreamed of her face and eyes that many times I will never forget in my life.

Don’t the Heavenly Master find it strange? At that time, she was definitely dead and was defeated by the Heavenly Master, so why did she say that kind of thing?"

Yan Furui had no idea what happened to Taoist Master Qiushan at that time. He only remembered that a grasshopper suddenly popped out of the grass, jumping and jumping. He rushed to chase him, and chased him to the depths of the forest. When he ran back with his wings, Grandma Huang was already leaving so she couldn't even see her back.

After decades of flash, this early memory has long been forgotten and I don’t know where it went. Until that night, I picked up the old thread-bound book in the ruins of the collapsed small temple, and hesitated to open it with the moonlight, and a few lines of words suddenly came into my eyes.

"Siteng, in 1910, the essence changed to the southwest..."

The peaceful days only lasted three days.

On the fourth day, Yan Furui was awakened by the noise of morning practitioners. Qingcheng Mountain is known as the natural oxygen bar. There have always been many morning practitioners, but Yan Furui's residence is not a scenic spot. There are very few people passing by. He has never experienced such crowds. He hurried in the quilt and listened for a while, and found that there was a clicking sound similar to the camera taking pictures of his mobile phone. After wondering, he finally put on his clothes with sleepy eyes. When he opened the door, he was confused. When he raised his feet, he tripped. A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd. Someone kindly reminded: "Be careful, it's hard to walk on the ground."

Yan Furui was completely awake. He lay on the ground, and the surroundings became more and more lively and festive. He was the only one who was so nervous that he was sweating.

It's vines, rattan.

The vines and canes are all over the ground, and the stems are tangled like snakes stretching. Some are as thick as wine cups, while others are only as thin as ginseng whiskers. Each one extends to the periphery. When touching the trees, it is like finding climbing. It coils upwards in circles. When it reaches the top of the tree, the stems covered with white vines are hanging inverted together. It is like a towering flower curtain hanging from a high place, and it is like a huge flower crown blooming with the ground as the center. It is spectacular. No wonder so many people stop and watch.

Yan Furui's heartbeat was so fierce. When he looked at the vines on the ground, he suddenly felt that each of them was squirming like life. He was so scared that his hair stood up all over his body. He screamed and ran away. Everyone burst into laughter again. A few intellectuals looked like they were already talking about the hanging flower stems.

——"This should be the Palm family, monocotyledon, is it a vine?"

——"It's like vine, white vine.

But white vines are mostly tropical and are not cold-resistant. I haven’t heard of Qingcheng Mountain.”

——"Did it last two days?

This should be a new species, add chemical fertilizers, look at the growth of this, it needs to be protected, a big landscape."

...

More people know nothing about the plant outline, but they just take photos with a "yeah" look, and then turn the angle to take selfies, sighing from time to time: "It's so beautiful, so beautiful."

...

The crowd of onlookers dispersed one after another at noon, and the white vines were not as long as dinosaurs. Although some people called the Forestry Bureau, the competent department replied, "I will continue to pay attention." After the follow-up, Yan Furui woke up from a trance. Only the surprise tiled house was left jumping between the vines on the ground. I don't know when he knotted the ends of the two hanging stems to make a simple swing, and pressed his butt up and swung and swung happily.

Yan Furui returned to the room and trembled and took out the newly bought kitchen knife from under the pillow. The silver-white blade body blurred his white and frightened face: Where did this overwhelming white vine grow from?

He walked to the most complicated place where the vine roots were clumped, and raised his knife tremblingly.

Shan Zhigang's phone came over, and Qin Fang said, "Wait a minute, I'll find a quiet place to answer."

There seems to be no quiet place. Once the door opens, there is a lively night market street, with kebabs, spicy hot pot, rabbit head and rabbit diced rice rolls, spicy and salty, and every taste is all-out. The teahouse is chubby and hot water is chubby, and the chess and card rooms are clamoring in the chess and card rooms. The stalls line up, and the dragon gate formation is set up in a few words. Hahaha, it is so pleasant to laugh. The ancients said that it is reasonable to go to Sichuan and not leave Sichuan.

Qin Fang walked two streets before finding a relatively secluded small park. He sat down on the bench and fed his phone twice: "You said."

Shan Zhigang hesitated for a moment: "Qin Fang, you have to be mentally prepared."

"Tell me."

Shan Zhigang cleared his throat, and seemed to have no idea: "Qin Fang, I want to check An Man for sure, did she do something wrong to you?"

Qin Fang didn't say anything, Shan Zhigang sighed on the other end. He had been having fun with Qin Fang since he was a child. He knew his temper a little, and it would be useless to ask again: "There is a lot of information, brother, you have to stay calm - I went to Hangzhou University to inquire. There was no graduate named Anman in that department, and there was not even an Ann person's surname. In other words, the school qualifications she told you were fake."

"These friends of her are usually good. After asking carefully, they have only known each other for a year or two. There is no old friend around An Man who knows what she has done before."

"And the number of Anman's parents you mentioned. I made a special trip to Lixian for this matter. There is indeed a landline for the phone number, and there is indeed such an old couple. But I asked the neighbors first. The couple had no daughter, only a son.

I also went to ask. The old couple refused to admit it at first, but then I spent money and they told the truth. It turned out that they also used money to do business. They usually acted as if they answered a phone call, and at the critical moment, they served as a storefront to receive their son-in-law to come to the door."

"I found so many things first. To sum up, An Man's previous experience in Hangzhou was completely blank, and she made it up.

My friend from Toli County continued to inquire. Unless her hometown is fake in Li County, she would be such a big county town, even if she asked her door to door with photos, I could still find out her. Don't worry."

Shan Zhigang was filled with righteous indignation. He felt that his brother was fooled by a woman of unknown origin. He could not have imagined that such a fraudulent behavior in the street tabloid could happen to him. He was very angry: "Damn it, I just said that if you marry a wife and a virtuous person, you must have a clean and wise background when you find a girlfriend. This kind of playing cards is indeed unreliable!"

Qin Fang held the phone and smiled bitterly. As he smiled, he could no longer laugh. Before hanging up, he said, "Then you have to worry, contact me again."

He sat for a long time before he got up and returned along the road. He walked across the street in a daze, passing by a crowded stall, and was so noisy in his ears, but he couldn't listen to anything.

He remembered the night he first met An Man, and was playing a truth-telling adventure with his friends in the bar. He was hit and was punished. His friend with a smirk took out a stack of playing cards: "Qin Fang, come, draw."

He also drank too much at that time, and he sucked a picture with a big laugh, Hongxinqi.

Friends screamed and said, Qin Fang, Hongxin represents love, please note that at this moment, the seventh beauty who entered the bar, you should take the initiative to ask her for the phone number and try to date her at least twice!

Later, he achieved success with An Man and posted on WeChat Moments to tell everyone that they were about to get engaged. There was a lot of praise from Qin Fang. Qin Fang remembered Shan Zhigang also left a message saying: This is a love story triggered by Hongxin Qi, and it is destined. Who knew that Qin Fang would draw a prospective wife back when he was beaten.

Today he said angrily, "What the hell is that this kind of playing cards is really unreliable."

No one is born with the most knowledgeable person. Why is it so difficult to meet two people on the way to be honest and fully understand?

Qin Fang slowly pushed open the door.

The dark yellow lights, narrow and cramped spaces, tape rulers, chalks, tables filled with silk cloth heads, and a wall, specially designed to create silk cheongsams that were hung up. The fabrics used were extremely exquisite, with a smooth color under the light, and various colors of jacquards, phoenix tail broken chrysanthemums, white butterfly, beautiful women, curved around, all like beautiful eyes, and soft and enchanting.
Chapter completed!