C7 Body salvage at the bottom of a well in a black water well

When Grandpa woke up, it was already noon of the second day. The fire on the brick bed was already hot, and he was covered with a heavy quilt. Although his chest was hurting slightly when he was breathing, there was a light fragrance coming from the quilt.

Yujuan, my grandmother, came into the room carrying a bowl of rice soup. Seeing that my grandfather had already sat up, she hurriedly placed the bowl on a shabby table and went to my grandfather's side to tell him to lie down.

His grandfather's upper body was bare, and his chest was burnt black by the old ghost's blue flames. When his grandmother gently caressed his shoulder, their hearts madly beat as if they had been struck by lightning.

They did not look at each other, but their minds were already connected. Grandfather's hand was on his grandmother's shoulder, patting gently. Grandma held his hand and did not let go.

After a long while, Grandma said, "I'll clean up the place where you were injured. You should lie down first."

Grandfather slowly lay down, and this was the first time they looked at each other. Grandma's eyes were filled with gentleness and charm, and Grandfather's eyes were also overflowing with love.

A bowl of rice soup warmed his cold body and made his stomach feel warm. Grandfather was lying on the bed, adjusting his breathing while Grandma boiled hot water and used a towel to slowly clean his burnt black skin.

His grandfather recalled the fierce battle last night. If he had had sufficient stamina, perhaps he would not have ended up in such a sorry state. He had also eaten before, and under the careful care of his grandmother, he fell into a deep sleep.

He slept until around 10 AM the next morning. He opened his eyes. Although his muscles and bones were still aching, they were fine. There were a few pieces of old clothes beside the bed. They must belong to Grandma's father. Pappy dressed and went out of the back room to find his grandmother in the hall, boiling water in the kitchen, bowls held in aluminum basins on the counter by the stove.

When she heard the footsteps behind her, she turned around and saw her grandfather standing behind her. She stood up and looked at his face, then somewhat bashfully pointed at the bowls on the counter and said, "My hands are dirty. That's breakfast, I'm afraid it's cold. Put it on the counter and heat it up." After which, he blushed and continued filling the firewood.

His grandfather didn't go get his breakfast, but walked out of the hall and into the courtyard. It was clear that there had been another snowstorm last night. He stepped on the soft snow, and the creaking sound of his feet could be heard as he walked to the well and stood. Grandma was surprised to see him walk out. She followed him to his grandfather's side, looking at the well he was staring at with a puzzled expression.

His grandfather turned his head to look at his grandmother and asked, "That night, I slashed at that old ghost's body, only then did he break away from his body. Where is his body then?"

Grandma gave a start, then pointed at a pile of dead wood on the wall next to the entrance of the courtyard. "Oh, it's that one. It's not some kind of body. It's a pile of dead wood."

His grandfather nodded and said hopefully to the well, "Your father should be down here."

Startled, Grandma tremblingly walked to the black well and looked down. It was so dark that she couldn't see the bottom. She looked at her grandfather and asked, "How do you know?"

Grandfather didn't answer her question and continued to ask, "Since when did your father's body become worse?"

"I remember last summer, when Father and I went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables, a group of Red Guards were carrying sticks, shovels, and other stuff. They smashed the idols on the mountain when they saw them, which made them look extremely arrogant. Grandma rubbed her cheeks as she tried to remember.

His grandfather nodded, his eyes never leaving the well. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly jumped into the well. It frightened Grandma so much that she lay on the side of the well and cried out.

After about half an hour, the sound of rustling could be heard from the bottom of the hole. Then, Grandpa carried a person on his shoulder and flew out of the well.

It was obvious that she had been crying tears all this time. Grandfather walked in front of her and used a wet sleeve to wipe the corners of her eyes, and Grandma suddenly burst into tears and threw herself into his arms, not caring about the cold and the sky. Grandfather's entire body was ice-cold.

Just like that, his grandpa carried that person and stood there wailing. The late winter wind was biting cold, and not long later, his clothes that were covered in water from the well had already been frozen solid.

She found a few pieces of her father's old clothes for him to change into. Grandfather put down the person on his shoulder; it was the old man from last night. He had a kind face, his skin was plump and clear, and he had obviously been in the underground water for a long time.

Grandpa took the old clothes back to the house and changed out. Grandma was crying. He walked to her side and comforted her, "Your dad wasn't killed by that old ghost. He fell into the water by mistake."

With red eyes, Grandma raised her head and asked, "How did you know?"

"I know how to count!" Grandfather scratched his head and smiled.

Grandma broke down laughing and said, "So you're the one that's being clever and scheming, that's what the smelly Daoist said!"

The room was filled with warm laughter.

Later on, when your grandpa told me about this, he said that it wasn't his fault, he saw that your grandpa, or your grandma's father, had a serious wound on his hand, and also saw that there was a shelf over the well, presumably planted with vines, grapes, silk melon, beans, and so on. Your grandma said that he was suddenly like this last summer, so he guessed that your grandpa was picking things at the well and slipped his hand, although he grabbed onto the rattan frame, so he fell off the well and cut his hand. Qing Xuan Dao Long said to me.

I was confused, obviously not something a six-year-old could understand in an instant, and even though I was at a loss, I nodded to show that I understood.

I asked, "What happened next?"

"Later?" The Qing Xuan Dao Long was stunned for a moment before continuing, "Later on, with your grandmother's help, your grandfather prepared some food and snuck back into the temple on a dark night. He blew all the food away and then announced that he was going down the mountain to get married. Just like that, your grandfather went down the mountain and lived a mortal life with your grandmother. He caught fish, grew land, and had children. Later on, he had a father, and later on you. "

"Grandfather, what is that rod? It's that powerful?"

"That stick, it's the main bone of a broken Buddha statue. It wasn't a wooden stick, it was a bronze stick. Later on, your grandfather fixed this stick on the house beam."

"How did my grandmother die?" I asked.

Qing Xuan Dao Long shook his head and said: "I don't know, but your grandfather didn't say it. When I went to eat your Hundred Year Wine, I asked him.

Supreme Purity Palace is not far away, we increased our pace and walked towards the monastery. I still didn't understand one thing, it was how Qing Xuan Dao Long calculated that white snake was in White Cloud Cave.

I raised my head and asked the Qing Xuan Dao Long: "Grandfather, how did you figure out that white snake was in that White Cloud Cave?"

He didn't even look at me. "You're still too old for fiction. You don't understand it either." He paused and asked, "Do you want to learn?"

I nodded vigorously and made a grunt.

After returning to Supreme Purity Palace, he first went to the Three Official Hall to burn incense and kowtow, then he went to the Three Pure Palace Hall to burn incense and kowtow.

Qing Xuan Dao Long brought me to the dorm and led me to my seat. Inside the room, I sat on a light and elegant cultivation room that smelled elegant, with a simple dao bed, two chairs, a square table, a wooden bookcase, and a simple wardrobe.

The white inner clothes inside were still soaked in sweat. He poured a cup of water for me, sat on the chair beside me and said softly, "White Cloud Cave got its name from the white clouds that shrouded the entire cave mouth all year round."

He took a sip of water, looked at me, and said to me, "The ground is very pleasant, the trees are dense, facing the long stream, looking out to the sea, the environment is elegant, the pavilion is beautiful, and the bright light cave is also known as the fore-and-aft stream, which is one of the famous Taoist temples in Laoshan.

The White Cloud Cave was built in Tang Tianbao for two years (743 AD), with 24 original houses, belonging to the Taoist "Jinshan School".

The Azure Dragon Pavilion was one of the main buildings of the White Cloud Cave. That's where we went. In front of the pavilion, next to the green dragon stone, there was a Yulan tree that was as thick as a man's arms. The tree was several hundred years old, and it ranked first among all the Yulan trees of Qingdao. To bypass Azure Dragon Pavilion was to enter the White Cloud Cave s. The White Cloud Cave was formed by three huge boulders. The one on the right was called "White Tiger Stone" and the one on the left was called "Azure Dragon Stone". The green dragon stone "is especially huge, the upper level can climb; the" white tiger stone "has its back against the cliff and is close to the dangerous ravine. The cavern was ten Zhang wide and deep. It was extremely spacious and could stand for dozens of people. There was a bronze and jade emperor statue inside the cave. It was made in an extremely ancient and elegant manner, and there was once a question of Uncle Fu Yuan, "The Hidden Garden Elder." The night moon was clear and bright, the sea was cold, and the stones were caressing and caressing the stones, allowing him to ascend to immortality.

There were two white fruit trees in front of the cave. They could be embraced together like a huge umbrella supporting the sky. Legend has it that two trees, one male and one female, accompanied each other for a thousand years. There was also a Yulan branch that was covered with luxuriant leaves and was hundreds of years old. There were many pine trees behind the cave. One of them was an ancient pine tree with a strange shape. Its name was "Huaji Song". This pine tree, old and twisted, covered the ceiling of the cave, and its branches stretched out to the outside of the cave. From below, it looked just like a flying dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, soaring into the air at the top of the cave. This strange scene, which was formed by the interweaving of ancient trees and White Cloud Cave, was "— — Cloud Cave Pine".

The White Cloud Cave was a place where cultivators rose to become famous. However, after it was destroyed, only a few people have reached there, so it's only natural that the white snake would cultivate there. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to think of a more suitable place for it. "

"Don't you count?" I wondered. He wanted to ask a few more times, but I swallowed him back. Whether he calculated or guessed correctly, I found the right place, and was still more interested in Grandfather's mighty and imposing moves. I immediately asked: "Grandpa Qing Xuan, can you teach me Grandfather's abilities?"

He drained his cup in one breath and poured another. He looked at me and said slowly, "I know you want to learn, but it's very hard. Can you bear the pain?"

I nodded again, vigorously, with a grunt.