Chapter 20 (1/2)

After dinner, I woke up a little. It was about six o'clock in the evening. I thought it was almost the same time and the old man should have finished his meal. So I went out of the school and took a taxi to Baishi street.

The crematorium is not too far away. It is located in the south of the city, a remote place far away from the city center and not so many people. There is a mountainous area, but the height is not high, just some small hills, a path up the mountain, not far away to the crematorium. The crematorium and funeral home in our city are together, so as long as it's a white matter, it must be here. It's usually gloomy, and there's a chill when it's close.

When I got to the place, I gave the master money and got off. I looked at the path up the mountain in front of me. The master didn't want to go up the mountain, so he stopped at the crossing. The road is just outside the path. If you walk along the road, you will soon be able to go to a university. It's still a bachelor's degree, which is better than mine. Further down is the city center, and on the other side are some car companies, which are not desolate.

Take a step up the mountain, because there are crematorium, funeral home and Baishi street. This path has also been built. It is not sand, but brick road, which is convenient for walking. I've never been here before. I'm nervous when I walk this road.

It's not a long way. It's just a short walk. First, it's Baishi street. Then it's the funeral home. The furnace for cremation is in the last mountain.

As soon as I went in, I immediately felt that it was a gust of Yin wind, including Xiao Mo in my body, which was also an exciting spirit. I could obviously feel her reaction. She was also a ghost, and she was very sensitive to this aspect.

Baishi street is not long. It's not like a modern street. There are Baishi shops on both sides. But to tell you the truth, what can we do about it? No more than paper man, paper horse, paper money incense wax, flower basket and so on. On both sides of the street, the doors of every family were half closed, as if they could not be opened. Outside the door, there were some flower baskets and paper money.

There are big and small doors, some are broken doors, even if they are all opened, they can only accommodate one person, and two people can't leave side by side; some are painted with new paint, and the door rings are clean and big enough to accommodate two or even three people. At the door are all things for daily work. Some have people at the door, while others have no one at the door. Of course, there is no one in Baishi street, but someone can steal things from your door? The flowers at the gate are not roses, and the money is not real gold and silver. It's bad luck to steal it. Besides, if you steal the money of the dead, you won't be afraid of retribution?!

There are all kinds of people in Baishi street, some of them are old men, with the appearance of flower armor, sitting on a small horse, leaning against the door, with drooping eyes, and I don't know whether they are sleeping or not; there are old women, with wrinkled face, leaning on crutches, stooping around the yard, looking at the flowers and plants, and looking out the door from time to time; there are also middle-aged men, looking muddy and stuffy, with bulging cheeks, holding the clothes There are also some weak people who look like they are in their thirties and thin. They sit under the trees in the courtyard reading books. When I pass by, I look in and stop for a while, but he doesn't look up at me. There are also fortune tellers, with pointed mouth, bearded, leaning on a stick and wearing sunglasses with round lenses, sitting behind the divination stand, shaking their heads. There are also fortune tellers Girl, in her early twenties, is a little older than me. She walks gracefully and laughs charming. But maybe she has been in Baishi street for too long and her face is a little white and blue.

After walking for a while, it occurred to me that the old man just told me that there was a color shop in Baishi street, but he didn't say which one. How can I find it! But after I walked around, I found that I was worried too much, or the old man was too naughty.

The name of this shop is called ”Youjia shop”!

The old man didn't grow up watching Xingye movies. Another thought is wrong. He is older than Xingye.

It should be this one! I took a deep breath and walked in. As soon as you go in, the first thing you see is a bird cage and the golden bird in it!

Hey, hey! It's small, but you can't cheat me. This bird is nothing else. It's the big bird that the old man rode on last night.

There are paper men on both sides of the door. There are two walls full of them. The bird cage is hanging on the side. When the wind blows, the paper man moves, and the cage moves.

Maybe I came into the door and startled it. The bird in the cage looked up at me. It was full of laziness. It also knew me, knew what I was doing, and yelled, ”old man, the boy is coming!”

If it's an ordinary person, it's estimated to be scared to death. In the evening, a pile of paper men and birds talk to people, and it's not a parrot. What it says is emotional and has a tone, which is very similar to what people say. It's like a person dubbing the bird again. But for me, it's nothing. I've heard about the journey to the West and the biography of Ji Gong since I was a child. I know about monsters and ghosts. I've also seen the power of ghosts recently. I saw the bird last night and today it has become such a virtue. I know it must be a monster. It's supposed to be the old man's place. When he's free, he'll watch the door and use it as a mount.

What about this bird as well as other birds? That's no good. Who are they? Flapping my wings can knock me down, so I have to catch up.

”Bird master, please rest.” It's polite. There's no talk.

The bird listened to me, looked back at me with great interest, looked at me with two eyes, ”poof Pooh,” and was happy.”Ha ha ha, you are smart, and you know how to flatter me. You're welcome, but The word ”bird Lord” is really unpleasant. Why don't you call me later Well, just call me uncle Jinwu. ”

You need some face!

What is Jinwu? It's the sun! Jinwu is a three legged golden crow and a holy bird. It is said that there were ten golden crows in the sky, nine of which were shot down by Houyi, and the last one has been up to now. What are you? Yes, you are powerful, and indeed golden, but you are not golden.

In my heart, I didn't dare to say it. I quickly said, ”yes, uncle Jinwu, uncle Jinwu.”

At this time, the old man came out of the house, heard me call the bird, laughed and said: ”what Jinwu is an ordinary bird, his name is Jiuhua, which I collected from Jiuhua Mountain. In the name of mountain, you should call him Huage, Jiuge or something.”

As soon as I heard it, my mind turned and I said, ”ah, this Jiuhua has allusions, which sounds good. But Uncle Jinwu is domineering. In this way, let's break it down and call it jiujinwu. How about jiujinwu?”