In remote rural areas, Zhou Xiaoduo’s father had an irregular job, which was to kill pigs.
Since the father always kills pigs with a single cut, he kills cleanly and cleanly, and he can also receive good pig blood. Therefore, every year in the twelfth lunar winter, he asks his father to kill pigs. Especially many.
Today, Zhou Xiaoduo, who was in college, just returned to the village. When he walked in, he saw his father’s wrinkled face. He couldn’t hide the surprise. The hearty dishes brought by his father were generally mysterious. Xi said to Zhou Xiaoduo, “Son, I killed a pig yesterday, and I went home and picked up a treasure from Wulipo.”
Zhou Xiaoduo asked curiously: “What is it? Wulipo is so biased, and there are some wild animals. What are you running alone?” Zhou Xiaoduo’s mother died young and had been dependent on his father for many years. His father relied on killing pigs to barely supply him to college. He remembered this kindness in his heart. Immediately after graduation, he will be happy for his father. He doesn’t want his father to have any problems.
Zhou Xiaoduo’s father, Zhou Minghai, took out a piece from behind the door. It was dark and long, like a brick, but a little bigger than a brick, and had uneven edges. Zhou Xiaoduo just took a look, and said angrily: “It’s just a broken rock, Dad, let’s eat.”
Zhou Minghai moved the rock on the table, and instantly forced The cool air of humans rushed into human bones. Zhou Minghai patted the stone like a baby and said, “This is not an ordinary stone, a stone that can sharpen my sword.” Zhou Xiaoduo was speechless, his father’s occupation he did not understand. , But he understands the meaning of a whetstone to his father, which means that a knight has a sword to cross the rivers and lakes.
After a while, my father took out a knife from the frame, and then tore off a piece of hair, put the hair on the blade, and blew a breath. broken. Seeing Zhou Xiaoduo’s surprise, Zhou Minghai said, “How about the sharpness of a pig-killing knife? It’s all the credit of this sharpening stone.”
Indeed. Zhou Xiaoduo was speechless. He couldn’t help touching a whetstone. Suddenly, his fingers hurt. Like being cut by a sharp sword, a stream of blood shed instantly and was immersed in the whetstone without a trace. Coincidentally, Zhou Minghai was looking at sorting the knives, but did not find Zhou Xiaoduo’s condition.
The night of the twelfth lunar month was extremely cold. Although the warm Kang couldn’t get rid of the cold of the night, Zhou Xiaoduo was shivering and trembling, but the father on one side was sleeping like thunder. Zhou Xiaoduo wanted to get up and put a fire on the Kang. As soon as he jumped out of bed, he saw a blue faint color flowing behind the door, like smoke, illusory and weird. It happened to be the place where the whetstone was placed, Zhou Xiao Duo felt a little scrupulous and didn’t dare to look at it.
I found a handful of firewood and threw it into the kang. When some sparks met the dry firewood, they beeped and started to brew a raging fire. With the flames shining on the wall, Zhou Xiaoduo’s peripheral vision saw a shadow of teeth and claws twisting on the wall.Qu, for a while holding a sword and something desperately, another being inserted into the throat by something and a sword, and then falling to the ground struggling, another moment, his body twisted into the shape of a devil, fluttering and faint, the shadow on the wall, no Was it the whetstone? The fire in the kang is burning the most, and the shadows on the walls become clearer. The faint shadows will pinch people, laugh slyly, lift a knife, and work hard towards Zhou Xiao. Duo cut over, Zhou Xiaoduo stepped back, hiding for a long time, feeling very jealous.
At this time, the fire inside the kang was getting smaller and smaller, and the shadow on the wall gradually faded away. Zhou Xiaoduo was covered in cold sweat. What is this whetstone? Who is the shadow inside? If he didn’t hide from the knife swung over, would he be injured? There was still blue faint behind the door, Zhou Xiaoduo thought for a while, made a decision, wrapped the whetstone with a piece of rag, and then quickly walked out of the house, found a frozen pond, and worked hard to sharpen the knife. The stone fell inside. I immediately returned to the kang with an arrow, and found that the temperature had risen a lot. I don’t know if it was because of the fire or the loss of the whetstone.
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The next day, a knock on the door stunned the Zhou family and his son. You don’t need to think about it or know that someone must have asked to kill the pig. Zhou Minghai quickly dressed up. Go with the knocker. Zhou Xiaoduo’s head is still groggy, so he must continue to sleep.
In a daze, Zhou Xiaoduo felt the cold seep into his bones again. I don’t know how long I slept, and suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the knock became more and more violent, and even swearing to death, Zhou Xiaoduo asked with sleepy eyes, “Who?” Duo Duo, hurry up, something happened to your dad.”
Zhou Xiaoduo is a joke, what happened to dad? Didn’t Dad kill the New Year pig for Aunt An’s family? What will happen? Zhou Xiaoduo didn’t dare to think badly, put on his clothes quickly and ran to Aunt An’s house.
Zhou Minghai died. A group of people surrounded his corpse. It is said that Zhou Minghai was like an evil spirit when he killed pigs. He inserted a sharp knife into his throat. At this time, Zhou Minghai’s corpse It was placed in the yard of Aunt An’s house.
Zhou Xiaoduo didn’t believe everything in front of him. The hilt of the knife was still at his father’s throat, but the blade was still dripping blood from his father’s vest. For a long time, Zhou Xiaoduo was awakened by the reality of his father’s death. Zhou Xiaoduo cried. This cry was heartbreaking and endless. His father had been busy all his life, but he died. From then on, who else will depend on himself? No one can persuade Zhou Xiaoduo. He was holding his father’s body and wished to go with his father.
When he wiped a few tears, suddenly a dark thing came into his sight. He saw the corpse three meters away. Behind a few people, there was a stone lying. Is it the whetstone that haunted the room last night? Didn’t you throw it into the ice pond? How would it appear here? thatWell, is his father’s death related to this sharpening stone? Is there a ghost in this whetstone? If so, then this is a terrifying stone.
Zhou Xiaoduo is crazy, and in his heart is also silently swearing that he must smash this stone and avenge his father. Thinking about it, it is actually ridiculous. Other people’s hatred is human. , And the enmity between their father and son is an evil stone.
Looking for someone to take out the knife from his father’s throat, and asking someone to help him bury his father. Zhou Xiaoduo was holding the whetstone in front of his father’s grave. He wanted to smash the whetstone into dust with a hammer, and let his father look at the powder fly ash. Zhou Xiaoduo gathered his greatest strength and smashed the whetstone with a hammer, sweating profusely. Unfortunately, the whetstone was harder than iron, and there was nothing broken. And every time the impact sound is like a devil’s laughter, it makes the scalp numb.
Zhou Xiaoduo looked at the whetstone and said coldly: “You are a stone, but I have no choice but to take you? You killed my father and went to heaven. I want to crush you into powder.” Somehow, Zhou Xiaoduo fainted and fainted. In a daze, Zhou Xiaoduo felt that he was floating, and an eager voice called: “Duo Duo, Duo Duo, come here, I am your father.” Zhou Xiaoduo looked for the source of the sound and saw his father behind a cloud of fog. He was very anxious. , He hurried over, hugged his father’s shoulders, and cried: “Dad, I thought you were gone?”
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Zhou Minghai’s tears rolled: ” I am indeed no longer here. Please go quickly. Don’t bother with that stone. It’s an evil thing. It will kill me and will kill you. Go quickly. Go to school and go.” Zhou Ming Hai was very anxious, and pushed Zhou Xiaoduo, who was pushed out tens of meters in a leisurely manner. Found a shadow, strangling his father’s neck, his father was struggling frantically.
A wild fruit fell from the tree and hit Zhou Xiaoduo’s face. Zhou Xiaoduo trembled suddenly and woke up. The sharpening stone was still in front of him, everything in the dream It’s all so real, and his father lets him escape, so can he really escape? He held the whetstone in resentment, found a deep pool of clear water, and threw it hard. The whetstone smashed a big hole in the water, but Zhou Xiaoduo didn’t dare to neglect, so he hurried home, packed his things and ran. Into the city. However, the shadow of his father’s death lingered. Zhou Xiaoduo looked up some evil things on the Internet, but there was nothing about the whetstone. So Zhou Xiaoduo asked others for help on the Internet. Because of the advanced Internet, some people gave Zhou Xiao Have more ideas and say, isn’t Maoshan Taoist very powerful? It’s better for parents and children to go to Maoshan and ask to resolve the grindstone.
Zhou Xiaoduo returned to the dormitory and found indifferently that the whetstone was lying under the bed, quietly, like a demon that could not be dispelled, Zhou Xiaoduo just smiled helplessly. He hated this stone very much, but he couldn’t change its shadow.
Zhou Xiaoduo had to take a ride to Maoshan immediately.At the foot of the mountain, the towering Maoshan, revealing the majesty, I have been suffocated for a long time. At the foot of the mountain, it was driven away. The uninvited whetstone shook violently for several times, Zhou Xiao Duo felt comforted for a while.
At the height of Maoshan, Zhou Xiaoduo didn’t have time to appreciate the scenery, so he asked for help whenever he met. The whetstone followed him all the way up to Maoshan. On the way, he had injured him several times. Every time he used an invisible sword to cut his body. If he hadn’t been hiding a few times in his youth, he might have been like his father. He died, and I didn’t expect this sharpening stone to be so powerful.
Zhou Xiaoduo was rescued by a young Taoist priest into the house. After applying medicine to his wound, he knew the ins and outs of the matter. When the Taoist asked him to hand over the whetstone, the stone was out of thin air. Vanishing, looking at Zhou Xiaoduo’s desperate expression, the Taoist priest said: “Don’t be afraid, I still have a master who may be able to help you solve the problem.” If the person on the verge of death grabs the last straw, let the Taoist introduce him earlier.
What happened to Zhou Xiaoduo is known to all Taoists. There is no way to solve the whetstone. The key is, where did the whetstone go? Without seeing the stone, the Taoist priest could only protect Zhou Xiaoduo without leaving for half a step. On the first night in Maoshan, Zhou Xiaoduo couldn’t help but fight with eyelids and fell asleep. In his dream, a man covered in armor, who seemed to be a soldier of which dynasty, was holding a handful of people. The scared knife, bleed with cold light, he looked at Zhou Xiaoduo gloomily and said: “My soul is stained with your blood, and you can’t escape. Your father sharpened the knife on the cold spirit stone where my wronged soul lives. , Just blatantly provoke me. It happened to unlock my seal and you all deserve to die.” After speaking, the knife slammed into Zhou Xiaoduo firmly. Zhou Minghai did not know when he wrapped the armour of the armored ghost and shouted: “Wake up, hurry up.”
Zhou Xiaoduo was too tired, and he desperately wanted to open it. Eyes, the knife slashed at Zhou Minghai, and his father’s ghost seemed to have been hit by the most powerful spell, and it was gone. Zhou Xiaoduo was shocked and woke up, holding the sharpening stone on his back, shouting: “Help, help.”
Several Taoist priests hurry up and use the method of making ghosts. Trapped with the whetstone, an elderly Taoist looked at it and said, “The cold spirit stone, which sealed the evil spirits of a thousand years ago, was picked up by your father and sucked your blood. You are not dead now. It’s already a big blessing.”
Zhou Xiaoduo lay on the collapsed collapsed, with tears on his face. This is really an intrigue for no reason. Not only did his father die, he was even a ghost. The opportunities are gone. Sharpening stone, he looked at the stone fiercely, heartbroken, but helpless. That whetstone was re-sealed by several Taoist priests in Maoshan. It is said that under a towering cliff, in a dead blue water pool, it was suppressed by countless talisman papers, and there were a few drops of blood from several Taoist priests.