After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 88 You can write about others, but you can’t write about me!

The old man fetched a bowl.

Kill a chicken and take its blood, mix it with cinnabar, light the yellow paper that has just been wrapped on fire, and place it in a bowl.

There are words in the mouth.

After stirring for a while, the old man dipped the liquid in the bowl with a brush and brushed it on the puppet.

After a while, the puppet was painted red.

……

The whole ceremony lasted more than half an hour.

Huang Can also ran for half an hour with the baby on his back and was exhausted and out of breath. The baby was also tired and fell asleep on his back.

Chen Guoqiang took the wooden boy from the old man, wrapped it in a small piece of red cloth, brought it into the main room, placed it on the altar that had been prepared long ago, and offered incense and worship respectfully.

In the old man's words, this wooden boy is a substitute for their child and must be worshipped until he is at least twelve years old.

……

Finished.

Chen Guoqiang came out and distributed cigarettes to everyone, and Chen Yang finally found the opportunity to talk to him.

"Uncle Guoqiang, what is the name of this master?"

Judging from his tone, he has absolutely no respect for this so-called master.

Chen Guoqiang was not surprised. Even he thought he was a charlatan, let alone Chen Yang, a college student.

"I think his last name is Qin. Everyone calls him Master Qin. I don't know his specific name. Hey, your aunt insisted on doing this..."

Chen Guoqiang had a helpless look on his face.

His surname is Qin, could it be that his name is really Qinzhou?

When he was running through the checkpoints just now, Mr. Song was there too, so Chen Yang went to ask him specifically.

After reading it, Mr. Song shook his head, indicating that he had never seen it.

This made Chen Yang a little puzzled.

If this person is Qinzhou from Pangpo Village, there is no reason why Mr. Song should not know him.

Is it because he is wearing sunglasses and can’t see his face clearly?

Or is it because too much time has passed, and Mr. Song only knows the young Qinzhou, but not the old Qinzhou?
With doubts, Chen Yang came to the main room.

There were writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. The old man was sitting in front of the table, holding a brush and writing and drawing on red paper.

"Huang Can, Niu Qingshan, Bai Junlin, Chen Yongjun, Song Min..."

Every stroke written on the paper was a person's name.

Guansha document.

There are two copies, and the old man is writing the second one.

He put the one he had already written aside.

Chen Yang glanced at it and frowned slightly.

There were twelve names on the written document, including his.

Chen Yang!

It was hard for him not to recognize the two big, dark characters.

What a good old guy, he knows how to have fun.

It must be intentional, right?

The old man was writing the second document seriously when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. A big hand grabbed his left shoulder, followed by a huge force.

"Ah yo."

His shoulder felt like it was clamped in a pair of pliers. The severe pain made the old man scream and he dropped the brush in his hand.

Turning around, what caught my eye was Chen Yang's malicious face.

Seeing this, several disciples stood up immediately.

But the old man raised his hand to stop them.

"let go."

The old man's face was distorted with pain, "Young man, how can you be so reckless?"

"Old thing!"

Chen Yang sneered, threw the document in front of him, and pointed at his name on it, "What does this mean?"

"Your name is Chen Yang?"

"What are you pretending to be?"

If it weren’t for his age, Chen Yang would have slapped him in the face.

"I'm just joking with you. It's just a name. It doesn't matter. Besides, you may not believe in it..."

"Oh, it's irrelevant? Why don't you write your name? Are you admitting that you are a fraud?"

How unlucky.

…The old man’s face trembled.

He didn't know how Chen Yang understood logic, he only knew that his shoulder was pinched by Chen Yang and it hurt.

"You can write about others, but not me."

If it weren't for the fact that this was Chen Guoqiang's home and he was afraid of ruining other people's business and causing unhappiness, Chen Yang would have pinned the old man to the ground and hit him.

Although, it is just a name, there are many people with the same name in the world, and I don’t necessarily care about these weird things.

But you did this secretly and I saw it, so I felt uncomfortable.

"what happened?"

At this time, Chen Guoqiang came over. Looking at the atmosphere in front of him, it seemed that something was not right.

Chen Yang didn't say much, but just asked Chen Guoqiang to look at the name on the red paper.

"Master Qin, what's going on?"

Chen Guoqiang obviously also discovered the problem and looked at the old man in surprise.

“It’s wrong.”

The old man took the red paper and drew two strokes on it, turning the character "yang" into "yin".

It's so fucking sloppy.

"Rewrite."

Chen Yang tore up the red paper directly.

"you……"

The old man threw down his pen and was about to explode.

But he was held down by Chen Yang and couldn't get up at all.

"This is a document that has been passed down for generations. How can it be rewritten?"

The old man immediately said to Chen Guoqiang, "I can't do this for your family... Oh..."

The sudden pain in his shoulder made the old man cry out before he could finish his words.

Chen Yang was so angry that he almost laughed. This old guy wanted to use Chen Guoqiang to suppress him?
Chen Guoqiang stood nearby, not knowing who to help.

“Can you write?”

Chen Yang increased the strength in his hands.

"Do not……"

Sweat broke out on the old man's forehead, but he remained stubborn.

Chen Yang didn't care about anyone's face. "Do you want us to find a place to settle all the old and new accounts?"

"Let go, I'll write, I'll write."

It was not known whether he could not bear Chen Yang's pinching anymore or was frightened by Chen Yang, but the old man chose to give in.

After watching him rewrite two documents, Chen Yang let him go.

"You are very rude, young man."

The old man rubbed his shoulders and expressed his dissatisfaction with Chen Yang.

"Uncle Guoqiang, I want to talk to Master Qin for a while."

Chen Guoqiang was putting stickers behind the door. When he heard Chen Yang's words, he was stunned for a moment, "Chat, you guys chat, just pretend I don't exist."

"Let's not talk here, let's talk at my house."

Chen Yang put his hand on the old man's shoulder again, "Master Qin, you won't refuse, right?"

"What can I talk to you about?" The old man adjusted his sunglasses.

Chen Yang found it a little funny. Why are you wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night? Are you afraid that people will see your slanted eyes?

"Really? That's not up to you!"

"Let go, young man, why are you so violent? Can't I go?"

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old house.

Chen Yang coaxed and forced the old man back to the old house.

Several disciples also wanted to follow, but were stopped by Chen Yang.

In the hall.

"Qinzhou?"

Chen Jingzhi carefully looked at the man in front of him with his dim old eyes, trying to reconcile him with the figure in his memory.

Chen Yang forcibly took off the sunglasses on the old man's face, and his obviously squinting eyes were exposed in front of Chen Jingzhi.

"Really you?"

After a while, a look of surprise appeared on Chen Jingzhi's face.

Although this face was very different from the image in his memory, he would definitely not mistake those eyes and that unique look.

(End of this chapter)