Ladies and gentlemen, let's not talk about the dragon in the sea today, nor the fox spirit in the night, let's talk about the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a bizarre and Taoist mystery.
Let's talk about it, in that rainy town of Liuzhen, there is an old man surnamed Li, and everyone calls him Uncle Li.
He is over seventy years old, and the wrinkles on his face are like ravines, hiding traces of time, but there is a spirit of disobedience to old age in his eyes.
Uncle Li's family has a son, named Xiaobao, who is weak when he is small, like a bud that has just emerged in spring, and he can't withstand the wind and rain at all.
Over the years, in order to treat Xiaobao, Uncle Li has hollowed out all his family funds, and the medicine jars are almost boiled into gold, but Xiaobao's illness is still good and bad, and there is no end.
One day, Uncle Li sat at the door of his house, looking at the river in front of the door, and his heart went up and down.
Aunt Zhang, a neighbor, passed by, and when she saw that his brows were tightly knit, she stopped and asked with concern: "Lao Li, Xiaobao's illness is committed again?" Uncle Li sighed, shook his head, and didn't speak.
Seeing this, Aunt Zhang whispered: "I heard that the old carpenter in the east will make a special coffin, which can drive away evil qi and cure diseases, you might as well try it?" As soon as these words came out, Uncle Li's heart was shocked, coffin?
Isn't that for the dead?
But after thinking about it, Xiaobao's disease is gone, why not try it?
So, Uncle Li gritted his teeth and decided to try his luck.
The old carpenter in the east of the town, everyone calls him Mu Ye, and his craftsmanship is a must, but few people know that he will also make a treasure called "Coffin".
This coffin is said to be made according to the secret method in the ancient Taoist books, which can adjust the yin and yang of the human body, and has a miraculous effect on some incurable diseases.
Uncle Li walked into Mu Ye's small courtyard and explained his intention, Mu Ye thought for a while, nodded and agreed, but there was a condition, Uncle Li had to go up the mountain to choose wood by himself to show his sincerity.
Uncle Li didn't say anything, put on his bag and went up the mountain.
After some tossing, I finally found a thousand-year-old tree in a misty valley, the wood is warm and fragrant, which is a good material for making a living coffin.
Uncle Li's heart blossomed, and he quickly cut down the wood and handed it to Mu Ye.
A few months later, a simple and generous coffin with a faint fragrance was placed in Uncle Li's house.
Mu Ye advised: "This coffin has to let Xiaobao lie in it by himself, close his eyes and recuperate, seven seven and forty-nine days, he can't see the light, he can't listen to the voice, in order to be effective." Although Uncle Li muttered a little in his heart, he still did it.
When Xiaobao first entered the coffin, the people in the town talked a lot, saying everything, some said that Uncle Li was crazy, some said that Xiaobao would not live long, and some people even said that Xiaobao was possessed by evil spirits.
Uncle Li scoffed at those gossips, and every day he was like a gatekeeper, guarding the coffin, hoping that Xiaobao would get better as soon as possible.
But who would have thought that strange things would come out one after another.
As soon as Xiaobao entered the coffin, in the dead of night, the sound of gurgling water could always be heard in the courtyard, as if there were fish making noise in the water.
At first, Uncle Li thought that there was something wrong with his ears, but after a few nights, the voice became clearer and clearer, as if he could hear it alone.
He tiptoed up and took a look, and under the moonlight, there were lights and shadows flashing around the coffin, like schools of fish swimming around, but he couldn't see anything.
Uncle Li was up and down in his heart, but he didn't dare to shout loudly, for fear of disturbing Xiaobao's "treatment".
He remembered what Aunt Zhang had said, and began to wonder in his heart, could it be that there is something mysterious about this coffin, and even the fish have been seduced?
In the blink of an eye, forty-nine days passed in a flash, and Xiaobao finally crawled out of the coffin.
His face was ruddy and full of energy, and he looked like a different person.
When Uncle Li saw this situation, he was so happy that tears came out, and he hurriedly invited the most famous Lang Zhong in the town to check Xiaobao's pulse.
As soon as Lang Zhong checked it, his brows were wrinkled like a pimple at first, and then he suddenly let go, and said in surprise: "It's really strange!"
The yin and yang in Xiaobao's body are balanced, and the root of the disease is gone, which is simply a medical miracle! Everyone was happy, Lang Zhong's face suddenly sank, and he said to Uncle Li seriously: "However, Uncle Li, I see that there seem to be unusual signs in your family, there seem to be traces of Taoist formations around the coffin, if it weren't for the help of a master, how could Xiaobao get better so quickly?"
But remember, this kind of opportunity cannot be forced, let alone leaked out, so as not to get into trouble. When Uncle Li heard this, his heart was shocked, and he recalled the strange things of those nights, as well as Mu Ye's mysterious reminder, and immediately understood.
He knew that all this was providential, and it was also Xiaobao's blessing.
So, he hid this matter in his heart, and only said to the outside world that it was a small treasure and a big life, and he was fine.
What, when it comes to the mystery of the coffin and the Taoist formation, as time goes by, they are like old wine getting more and more fragrant, but people's memories are like smoke blown away by the wind, slowly fading, leaving only the idea in the hearts of Uncle Li and a few old guys, which has become a legend that cannot be passed on.
Uncle Li, in the dead of night, looking at the starry sky, he couldn't help but think of the mysterious Mu Ye, as well as that puzzling experience.
He knew in his heart that these were all destined, and they were also exchanged for his stubbornness and belief.
He always felt that as long as he had good ideas in his heart and dared to rush and dare to break through, there was nothing in this world that could not be done.
This matter has to start with the old man who sold the coffin, he said that it was to treat his son, and as a result, a series of Taoist legends were introduced.
Late at night, the lights in Liuzhen were extinguished one by one, leaving only the barking of dogs and the occasional croaking of frogs in the distance, as if to add background music to this quiet night.
Uncle Li sat on the threshold, holding a dry tobacco in his hand, and the cigarette butt flashed in the dark night, just like those endless thoughts in his heart. "Xiaobao, you have to know that our family can have today thanks to the kindness of that Mu Ye." Uncle Li looked at the old locust tree in the yard and sighed softly, as if he was talking to Xiaobao, who had fallen asleep, and as if he was talking to himself.
Although Xiaobao has grown into an adult, Uncle Li still likes to tell him about the past in the dead of night, and tell him stories about perseverance, gratitude, and fate.
Although Xiaobao is familiar with these stories, every time he listens to them, he can feel the warmth and strength from them.
"I remember that autumn, you were very sick, and the Lang Zhong in the town said that there was no help, and it was really useless for me to be a father......" Uncle Li's eyes were a little red, but he quickly wiped them with his sleeve, and continued, "But at that time, Mu Ye appeared, and he gave me the coffin, saying that it can save your life."
I was also skeptical at the time, but for the sake of your life, I am willing to try any trick. Speaking of this, Uncle Li paused, as if he had returned to those difficult years.
He took a deep breath of dry smoke and continued: "It's strange to say, after you lay down in that coffin, a lot of strange things happened in the house.
But I know that it's all Mu Ye's spells working.
His old man is really powerful, and we have to remember this kindness for a lifetime. ”
Xiaobao was lying on the bed, although he couldn't hear Uncle Li's whispers, but his heart was like a mirror.
He has listened to his father tell these stories since he was a child, and every time he listens to them, he can feel the deep fatherly love and endless gratitude.
He knew that his healthy growth was not only the result of fate, but also the result of the joint efforts of his father and those who had helped them.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, winter goes to spring.
Willow Town ushered in the most beautiful time of the year, when everything was revived and vibrant.
Uncle Li and Xiaobao are also busy, they start to prepare for the new year's farm work, and also plan how to better repay the society and those who have helped them.
One evening, Xiaobao proposed, "Dad, can we build a medical center in the town?"
Invite some good men to sit in and help the poor who can't afford to see a doctor. ”
Uncle Li was stunned when he heard this, and then a glint of approval flashed in his eyes.
He patted Xiaobao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Good boy, there is a future!"
Daddy fully supports you in this matter!
We should not only build a medical center, but also run a school so that the children in the town can read and write and become useful people in the future. ”
So, with the joint efforts of Uncle Li and Xiaobao, Liuzhen gradually changed.
A brand-new medical hall has risen from the ground, attracting many highly skilled Langzhong to come for consultation; A simple but hopeful school has also been established, and the sound of children reading aloud has become the most beautiful scenery in Liuzhen.
And behind all this, it is inseparable from the mysterious Mu Ye.
Although Mu Ye never appeared in Uncle Li and Xiaobao's lives again, his influence was like an invisible force that kept pushing them forward.
Whenever they encounter difficulties and setbacks, Uncle Li and Xiaobao will think of Mu Ye's teachings and selfless help, thus strengthening their beliefs and determination.
The years have passed, and in the blink of an eye, decades have passed.
Uncle Li has been dead for many years, and Xiaobao has also become a respected elder.
But he never forgot the bizarre experience of the old man selling the coffin, treating his son's illness, and Mu Ye's kindness.
He often tells this story to the younger generations in his spare time, hoping that they can draw strength and wisdom from it, learn to be grateful and give back to society.
And the secret about the living coffin and the Taoist formation gradually faded out of people's memories with the passage of time.
But in the dead of night, there are always some people who silently pray and appreciate the mysterious Mu Ye and the miracles and changes he has brought about.
They know that there are always forces in this world that are beyond human understanding; There are always some people who are silently giving and dedicating; There are always stories that we will always remember and pass on.