Chapter 2-7

Miss Bai Ying?

Who is Miss Bai Ying? It’s the second time I heard this name these days.

Zhou Wandong was full of suspicion and asked Jia Guizhi several times, but she was in a daze and seemed to have never heard of it at all.

Zhou Wandong had heard of the Great Living Buddha, but he had never heard of Bai Ying. Bai Ying sounded like an ordinary woman’s name. What kind of virtue can it be compared with the Great Living Buddha?

Jia Guizhi was also thinking about this question.

She was wondering, Miss Bai Ying, what kind of person is?

Speaking of Bai Ying, he can't avoid his great-grandfather Jia Guihong.

Grandpa Jia Guihong, who was in the family, gave him a nickname Jia San. When Jia Guizhi remembered, he was already in an old age. She heard from her grandfather about this grandfather.

When my grandfather said that, he was very angry. He said that they were not from Qinghai at all. They lived in Shanghai well. Do you know that it is a good place? You don’t know how prosperous it is on Nanjing Road. There are so many wives and ladies wearing cheongsams and high heels, and their figures are twisted and twisted. They are so beautiful. There are so many shops selling mosquito nets, flower dew, snow cream, quilt faces, scissors, top hats, everything, you can watch movies and a stage to watch. Let me tell you that famous actors in Beijing cannot be called fire when they become popular in Beijing. Only after they have been worshipped by the pier of Shanghai, they have become popular all over the country.

It is such a good place where foreigners are fighting to build concessions. He, Dajia, came back from a rickshaw for three nights, but he didn't know what was wrong. He asked the whole family to pack their luggage immediately, move houses, and move to the Northwest.

Where is the Great Northwest? It is deserted and has been exiled since ancient times. When those senior officials who had committed crimes heard that they would be exiled to the Northwest, their families went crazy and hung themselves. Who would have moved to that place on their own initiative?

Moreover, at that time, China was in chaos, with all the chaos in the east, west, south and north. It was either war or bandits, either drought or floods. A whole family, old and small, wouldn’t it be a death if they just set out on the road like this?

Jia San's wife tried all her best, crying, making trouble, and hanging herself, but it was useless in the end. When she set off, everyone except Jia San was ashamed.

At first, there was actually no exact destination, just walking northwest.

Jia San revealed in his words that the north was fighting, it was difficult to go, and the south was not stable. He heard that the Red Army's guerrillas were elusive and had to go to places with few people, but the southwest could not go. That was the place where Miss Bai Ying ordered to avoid it, so the only thing left was the northwest.

Originally, he was not ready to settle for Nangqian, but when he got here, a disaster came from the sky. He was hitting the Ma warlords in Qinghai who were plundering Tibetans, killing people, robbing grain, silver and horses. The property he had worked hard to protect along the way was almost plundered. What Jia Guizhi's grandfather couldn't forgive the most was: in this sudden disaster, Jia San just shouted and asked them to hide. The first thing he went to rob was a long box, so that Ah Niang was hit by a stray bullet while fleeing, and was frightened and killed.

He lost his money and had no choice but to settle down in Nangqian.

No one in the family likes the great master, and they all think he is mysterious and weird. If it weren't for the kindness of raising him, he would have driven out with the bedding, especially Jia Guizhi's mother, who hates this old man very much, because when she gave birth to Jia Guizhi at home, Jia San trembled with a crutch and rubbed from the side room step by step to the door of her house, and repeated a sentence in almost horror: "It's this child, the eighty-year period, should be on her sooner or later..."

Later, Jia Guizhi asked his grandfather what the eighty-year term meant. His grandfather glared at his eyes and said: You hear this old immortal nonsense. He said that he had encountered some monsters in his early years. He also said that the monsters asked him to do something, which would be done in seventy years. Eighty years is the maximum term. If it is not completed by that time, the Jia family will be completely killed from top to bottom. I will be broken, and I will run from Shanghai to this place.

Grandpa is so resentful about not being able to become a Shanghainese in this life. Every time he scolds his great-grandfather, he always mentions this.

Regarding the monster, Jia Guizhi felt that the family members were talking and saying "Bao" and "Bao" in their hearts, they would rather believe in it than believing in it. Otherwise, why did she believe in Buddha since she was a child? Her mother even told her more than once: "Do you have to devote yourself to Buddha, Guizhi, the living Buddha will bless you..."

Later one day, the great-grandfather was almost dying of illness. She squatted at the door to shovel sand to play. When she looked up, she saw the skinny old man's eyes were very bright and waved to her. She forgot the instructions her mother told her to "stay away from the old monster of great-grandfather" and walked into the great-grandfather's room by chance.

I walked around, stopped, stopped and walked around, and it was sometimes flat and sometimes bumpy. Except for the occasional convenience of getting off in a deserted place where the direction was unrecognizable, I spent most of the time rushing. After sleeping in a daze several times, I finally arrived.

It was midnight, and the car parked on the mountain road beside the cliff. As soon as the door of the rear compartment opened, Zhou Wandong leaned in and asked Qin Fang in a rough voice: "Do you want it to be convenient?"

Qin Fang nodded and stood up against the wall of the car. Along the way, Zhou Wandong didn't make much trouble for him due to his special cooperation. In the end, he was too lazy to even paste the tape wrapped around his mouth: After all, he always had to eat and tear him up. Qin Fang didn't care about it and he was troublesome.

After getting on the bus, Zhou Wandong and the others seemed to be in a hurry to leave. They were talking behind the bus. Qin Fang's heart beat hard. His movements were very light and he rubbed to the door to listen. He heard Jia Guizhi say: "It should be in this cliff valley, but I can't recognize it from the high place. These mountains are so similar. My great-grandfather said that he has a map, so we should follow the map and go in honestly from the ground."

map?

Why does it sound like a tomb robber?

Zhou Wandong's voice sounded a little impatient: "Have you seen your great master's map?

Have you been to that place?"

"I haven't seen it, nor have I been there."

"I haven't seen it yet, how do you know there is one?"

"What the great master said, what he said was placed in a long box, and no one had touched it."

Zhou Wandong wondered: "Why don't you move?

At least open it and take a look. Maybe the old man has left behind a treasure, maybe there are gold ingots inside."

Gold ingots?

Jia Guizhi sneered.

The black-painted box was like the great-grandson, and was even disliked and afraid of it. Grandpa said that when he was in Nangqian's house, he saw with his own eyes that Ada Jia San carried a woman's body out of the long box.

The box was long but thin. Along the way, they were curious about what household items were placed in the box, but they never thought about it on the coffin.

It took a long journey from Shanghai to Nangqian. After nearly two months of traveling, I sometimes lie on the box and sleep. Who would have thought that what is inside was actually a corpse!

Ada Jia San must have been infected. As early as that night, when he came back from the car and said he was unpredictable and wanted to move, he was infected.

After the great master died, his family wanted to burn his things, but no one wanted to go into the sour and smelly house to clean up, and no one wanted to touch the box that had been dead. In addition, the great master talked about before his death, and it made people feel so sad that he simply hung the door lock. Anyway, the great master lived in the most biased room, not more than one more, not less than one less.

Later, a new big house was opened, and the old house was empty. Then Jia Guizhi went out to study, get married, and settle down. He rarely went back to Nangqian. The older generation died of illness and there were not a few people left in the family. At that time, Zhao Jianglong suggested that she deal with the family's ancestral property and exchange money. She did not agree and replied that she was not short of this money anyway.

Maybe deep down, she remembered everything that the great master called her in that day.

Or maybe, on the surface, I never believe it, but in private, I still felt a little bit of fear.

In the 2010 Yushu earthquake, I heard that Nangqian was also affected. Jia Guizhi returned to her hometown as soon as possible after the earthquake. The old house that had been locked for decades finally collapsed, and the corner of the black painted box with wood slags was exposed among the broken bricks and tiles.

I never left my ancestral land and built a new house on the original site. I specially left one to lock the long box. If it weren't for Zhao Jianglong's sudden career change...

The family sold their property and the close family also arranged to move to Xining, the provincial capital. Nang Qian suddenly had nothing to do with the Jia family. The family was thrown away and sold, but the long box hesitated for a long time and chose a quiet night, and secretly buried it next to the grave of the great-grandfather Jia San.

She told Zhou Wandong that no one had touched the box before, and this was not true.

A few months ago, Zhao Jianglong said that he would help people bring private goods, which is also a common practice on the road. He did not bring goods because the person who started the attack was very suspicious and was most likely to be found. In order to prevent the goods from being searched and shipped when they were investigated, he had to find someone who was not suspected of taking them. However, he was afraid of taking private goods and fleeing, so he would keep a close eye on them all the way.

After Zhao Jianglong's factory went bankrupt, although Jia Guizhi sold land to pay off his debts, he still owed a lot. People with criminal records will not be able to make a comeback in a short period of time, and their lives are not as comfortable as before, so they have to get some money through a side-by-side approach. Since Zhao Jianglong is going out, the night before, the two of them have a good relationship. The couple's relationship has improved unexpectedly after the betrayal of the mistresses and the four, and it can be regarded as unintentional.

After the matter was over, Zhao Jianglong said with emotion, both of them are not young anymore, it is time to have a child. They have been checked before, but neither of them has any problems, so why have they never had a child?

Jia Guizhi's heart was stinging hard, but she also knew that Zhao Jianglong was heartless and did not speak silently. After a while, Zhao Jianglong mentioned it casually: "When did the scar on your back rub?"

scar?

When will there be scars?

I didn't remember it. I reached out to the position he said to touch it. It was very smooth and did not have the usual rough protrusions of scars. She asked Zhao Jianglong to take a photo with his mobile phone and take a photo. Oh, it was quite shallow, and it didn't hurt anyway. It probably happened when it was rubbed.

But after getting older, she was always worried, fearing that the occasional abnormality in her body would be a sign of terminal illness. After Zhao Jianglong fell asleep, she was still lying on the bed and looking at the photo left and right, and then enlarged it.

A slap in her heart suddenly jumped. She swallowed her saliva like dry mouth, slowly sat up against the back of the bed, and tremblingly stretched out her fingers to point the scar to count.

I only saw clearly after enlarging it. It was not one, it was twisted by seven channels, each of which was slender and hideous, like... vine silk.

In the flash of lightning, she suddenly realized a lot of things.

——This is not a scar, it is a threatening reminder.

——Why is it Qidao? Because the great master mentioned that one thing should start to do in seventy years. Eighty years is the deadline. From 1937, it has been almost seventy years. Seventy-seven is reduced to seventy, and seventy-seven, and every year, it is one Tao.

——Why have I never had children with Lao Zhao for so many years? Because the matter was not completed, I had no children and no children, and no corpse died.

——Why did the great master say terrifyingly at that time: It’s this child, the eighty-year period, sooner or later, should be with her...

Could it be that what the great master said is true?

Zhao Jianglong left, and then she went to Nangqian, the grandfather's grave, and opened it with a long box with a trembling heart. There was a letter with beautiful handwriting, which seemed to be written by a woman, and the signature was "Bai Ying".

There is also the letter from the great master. The great master was illiterate. He had to ask someone to write the letters before. After liberation, he participated in literacy and tried his best to recognize words. The Xinhua Dictionary was so full that he was so stuttering. He was able to write letters with different sizes and squid sizes. He could draw circles if he couldn't write them, but it did not affect his understanding.

After reading the whole article, the cold air suddenly broke out on his back, and only four words lingered in his mind: demons and monsters.

In panic, she turned to the doctor for help. She turned to the master who led her into the master, and said vaguely that she had encountered "big trouble". The master asked her, is it serious?

If it is too serious, you can only go to find the Great Living Buddha.

Oh, the Great Living Buddha, she knew that it was difficult for ordinary people to see it. It is said that a lay Buddhist from the mainland sincerely asked for a visit and donated 1 million yuan to give a few words to the Great Living Buddha.

What did she use to meet the great living Buddha?

Why should I ask the Great Living Buddha to help her solve this big problem?
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