Heavenly Curse

"Shit, don't sleep anymore, hurry up and get some food for the old man."

Suddenly, Mu Yi felt that his buttock was kicked. The sound was even more familiar, but with a strange feeling, waiting for him to ignore it. When he continued to sleep, a consciousness suddenly penetrated him. Suddenly, he climbed up suddenly.

"This is where?"

In the eyes, there is a view of the broken path that is ventilated everywhere. At this moment, he was sleeping under a desk, just because he was too anxious, and even hit his head. At the same time, he also saw the person who hit him clearly. It was the deep memory. Old way.

"You, you're not dead?" Mu Yi lost his voice in horror, only to find that his voice had become immature, then lowered his head, his small arms and small arms almost made him wonder if he was dreaming.

"Shit, stinky boy, dare to curse the old road." Then, Mu Yi felt a pain in his head, but saw the old road stare at him with a beard and stare.

"No, I ..." Mu Yi just wanted to explain something, but found that some memories in his mind began to blur, as if there was a force to make him forget it all.

"What am I? Don't hurry to get something to eat? When you are full, Lao Dao will take you to make money." Lao Dao looked at Mu Yi and said.

"Oh."

Mu Yi only felt that his head was dizzy, as if he had forgotten something very important. At the same time, some original memories had floated out. It had been six years since he was picked up by the old man at the random grave post. He should be twelve this year. Years old, but unfortunately there are no memories before the age of six, but Lao Dao told him that he was 6 years old when he was picked up. Now, he has followed Lao Dao for six years on the rivers and lakes.

It can be said that everything he has now is given by the old man. Although the old man is often irresponsible, in the heart of Mu Yi, the old man is his closest person, so he just got confused and got up. He walked outside, and he didn't know how many times he had done this.

At this time, it was already dawning outside, but the weather was a little bit cold. Mu Yi went all the way to selling steamed buns. He only found out that he had enough copper to buy a steamed bun, and he had forgotten it before.

If you only buy a gimmick, let alone the old man, he is not enough, but where can I get money now?

"Small flower, hurry away, don't disturb Lao Tzu's business." While Mu Yi was hesitant, the hoe-selling boss scolded at him. Right now, Mu Yi was wearing a shabby little robe, although it was standing upright Taoist crown, but called Xiaohuahua, is not considered wrong.

At the words of the boss, Mu Yi frowned slightly, and couldn't help looking at the other side, but he didn't expect to see this, but found that the boss had a gray forehead, and was suddenly surprised.

"Isn't this the bad luck that the old man said? Just how can I see these? Did I open my eyes?" Mu Yi thought with some shock. He followed the old road to the south and north, and the law of catching ghosts and disasters was not known. How much he did, he knew a lot from the ears and ears. At the moment, the appearance of the other side is clearly a bad luck performance. Fortunately, it is only gray. Red is the plague of blood, and black is the danger of life.

"Boss, as far as the path is concerned, you have already had bad luck. You will be out of luck within one and a half moments," said Mu Yi, looking at the head of the buns shop.

"Bad boy, dare to curse Lao Tzu." When the boss heard that, he immediately became furious, grabbed the stick on one side, and wanted to chase Mu Yi. When he saw this, Mu Yi ran away and he was not a fool. How could that be? Waiting there? At the same time, I secretly regretted that I hadn't talked about it just now, but now it's better, I can't even buy a hoe.

The owner of the buns shop saw Mu Yi escape, and did not go after him, but he scolded his mouth. As he continued to keep selling buns there, a rapid hoof sound came from the street, and then a fast horse ran across the road. The pedestrians evaded, and the owner of the buns shop also extended his head to look, but for some reason, he suddenly tripped under his feet, and the whole person rushed forward, and a dozen steamer buns next to him were directly taken by him Overthrown, and at this time, the fast horse also came forward.

"court death."

The man riding the horse was a man of rivers and lakes. He barely grabbed the horse, but his heart was furious, especially when the culprit was not far away. He immediately grabbed the whip hanging in front of him, and drew it on the boss of the buns shop, listening. The other man screamed, then the man was slightly relieved. Perhaps because of something, he continued to urge the horse to leave, leaving only the **** that was sprinkled on the ground, and the **** owner who was lying there screaming.

At this time, Mu Yi had been stunned, and originally thought that he had just read it wrong. He didn't expect the retribution to come so fast. If he looked at the other party again, wouldn't it break the fortunes? But also add the bitterness of the flesh.

This happened, and Mu Yi didn't want to leave immediately. He came to the head of the bread shop and said, "Do you believe the trail now?"

"You ..." The head of the buns shop saw Mu Yi coming, and he wanted to teach Mu Yi without a shot, but only saw Mu Yi glaring slightly, he had a chill in his heart, and thought of what he had just Things are already scared in my heart.

"This young man is just being rude." The owner of the buns shop got up and said crepely. The guy in the shop was already busy picking up buns, but he invited Mu Yi into the shop. It didn't take long for Mu Yi to look full. He smiled and walked out with a bag. Not only was there a white and big bun, but he also got a couple of silver. The price was that he drew a disaster-relief sign for the boss of the buns, and he had followed the old way for a long time. He has also learned a lot, and he can still blindly draw.

"Old man, I opened my eyes." Mu Yi hurriedly returned to Taoist Temple, and looked at Lao Dao and started to stun.

"It's all rumors, do you believe it?" The old man said angrily.

"it is true."

Next, Mu Yi explained in detail what happened, but no matter how Mu Yi vowed a bet, the old man did not believe it, and even persuaded him in turn, so that Mu Yi had an illusion. It was really I'm wrong?

In the next few days, Mu Yi has been wandering along the old road, and has done two other rituals, earning some money, but most of them have been bought by the old road to drink. These days, for Mu Yi, there are some shocks, He found that there were more and more weird places on his body. For example, his eyes could see things that ordinary people could not see. For example, the amulets he drew were really useful. For example, when he slept at night, he often Will dream of something, such as becoming a master, and still a terrible palm banner, and for example, he actually went to the underworld, and can fly.

It's just that these dreams are too much and too messy to remember at all. In the back, even he felt that he was just dreaming. As for what happened to him, he told the Tao more than once, but every time the Tao I don't believe it, so in the future, Mu Yi could only experience it all silently.

In a blink of an eye, Mu Yi followed the old way on the rivers and lakes for another two years. In the past two years, he has done basic law matters, so he has seen more things, even seen ghosts several times, but Mu Yi has Did not destroy them, always felt they were pitiful.

Gradually, Mu Yi also accepted the mystery that happened to him, but only occasionally dreamed. In the dream, someone was calling him to wake him up, but every time he really woke up, the things in the dream went again. Will slowly forget.

The only thing that worried Mu Yi was that the body of Lao Dao was not as good as it was until the day when the two came to a place called Funiu Town, and just stepped in here, Mu Yi suddenly felt a familiar feeling here. He The first thing that comes to mind is Funiu Mountain. It seems that there is a broken path on the mountain.

But then Mu Yi shook his head, but for the first time, how could he know these things?

I just do n’t know if it ’s fate. In the end, Mu Yi came to Funiu Mountain with Lao Dao, because Lao Dao said that Feng Shui is good here, and even if he died, he would die here. There, no one noticed a flash of fear in his eyes from time to time. Suddenly, Mu Yi had the idea of ​​leaving here, and the farther he left, the better, but the old-fashioned body couldn't stop tossing. He could only stay in the end. However, the bad feeling in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, and his heavenly eyes have found that the vitality of Lao Dao is getting heavier and harder.

But in the face of all this, he was powerless and could only look at it. He ignored all the symbols, but did not have any kind of work. Even the doctor shook his head, saying that there was nothing he could do. Only the old man seemed to look very much. On, kept pulling Mu Yi to say something he didn't understand.

In the end, the old way was gone. Mu Yi was like a wooden man. Under the control of instinct, he handled everything of the old way. The death of the old way was undoubtedly a big blow to him, perhaps because he was too sad. The memory fragments in his head are getting more and more, but they are always unable to be connected, and even when he wants to see more clearly, it just starts to blur.

A few days later, Mu Yi suddenly found the copper lamp and stunned, because he caught a piece of memory, and it seemed to say that the copper lamp was a treasure, but right now, no matter what he did, None of them could let the copper lamp recognize the master. In the end, Mu Yi threw the copper lamp to the ground. After a while, the copper lamp cracked and split into two halves. However, it was directly broken and could no longer be used. Different.

"Maybe, it's just dreaming."

After seeing this truth, Mu Yi woke up all of a sudden. In the past, everything seemed like a dream. Only the death of the old way, the kind of sadness could not be dissipated.

That night, Mu Yi fell into a deep sleep, and suddenly heard a noise from outside.