Chapter 22: Night

　　 "Since it's here, don't be busy. There is also this young child. Go inside and cook. Grandpa Sun will start by himself and cook some good dishes for you to try!"
　　 "Well, Grandpa Sun, may I ask you something?"
　　 After the warm invitation of the old man, what I waited for was not the happy response of the past white camellia, but the question from Wang Musheng.
　　 "Oh, what's the problem with you as a young child."
　　 The old man said with a puzzled look.
　　 "Well, Grandpa Sun, may I ask, when did you turn this place into a restaurant?"
　　 "Change to a restaurant, what's going on."
　　 "Well, when I passed by here a few days ago, when I looked at this place, it was clearly a gambling house? How come it has become a restaurant now!"
　　 "Haha!"
　　 But it was the old man who answered Wang Musheng with a bold laugh.
"Lady, how is this possible? You must have a wrong memory. My Sun Ji restaurant was not changed later, but the ancestral business passed down from my grandfather generation to generation. It has always been a restaurant. If you don’t believe me, ask the truth. Girl."
　　 Hearing the old man's words, Wang Musheng looked at the white camellia in confusion.
　　 In Wang Musheng's eyes full of anxiety, White Camellia nodded with a worried expression.
"Yes! Grandpa Sun’s Sun Kee restaurant has been passed down for three generations. Everyone in the village knows about this, and I have always delivered food to Grandpa Grandpa. I always delivered it here, but it was my grandpa before. , It's me now."
　　 "Om!"
　　 White camellia, like a bomb, instantly exploded in Wang Musheng's mind.
　　At this moment, Wang Musheng thought of his master on earth, himself in this world, and the old Taoist priest, Jiang Zhengde, and Mianjiang Village, and many more.
　　 At this moment, he thought a lot, is it all a dream, he hasn't woken up yet.
　　 Still speaking, just like the movies I have seen, I have gone crazy, and I can't distinguish between dreams and reality.
　　 Have I ever crossed?
　　 I still said that my journey was originally a dream.
　　 I am awake now, or in my sleep.
How could this be.
　　 Why is this happening.
"what!"
　　 "Who will tell me why this is happening? What is wrong with me."
　　 "Om!"
　　 With an inexplicable roar in my mind, everything around me at this moment seems to be moving away from me. Hearing, sight, and even the final perception, everything seems to be slowly moving away from me.
　　 At this moment, the surrounding is so quiet! I can hear nothing quietly, I can still hear anything wrong.
Nan Wu, Drinking La Dan Na, Duo La Ye Ye, Nan Wu, Ah La Ye, Po Lu Ji Di, Shuo Bo La Ye, Bodhi Sabu Po Ye, Maha Sabu Po Ye, Maha, Jia Lu Nijia Yay,…….
　　 This seems to be the sound of the death mantra, yes, it is the voice of the death mantra. Who is chanting the mantra?
　　…….
　　 This is Wang Musheng, the last remaining consciousness, and everything about him, including consciousness, was swallowed by endless darkness.
　　………………
"what!"
　　 I don't know how long it has passed. With an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, Wang Musheng woke up from his sleep with a scream, and suddenly sat up from the bed.
I looked around, and it was dark, obviously it was already dark. With the help of the moonlight shining in from the window, it could be vaguely seen that this should be a relatively simple room, but the room is very tidy and even covered. The quilt on her body did not smell of sweat, but had a special fragrance.
　　 "Huh, it turned out to be just a dream! This should be White Camellia's home, right?"
　　 Wang Musheng said with a sigh of relief.
　　 wiped the cold sweat that had just come out of his forehead, Wang Musheng collapsed on the bed again, looking at the quiet moonlight shining through the window, but he couldn't help but fell into thought.
　　 "Speaking of what a nightmare I had just now, I clearly felt terrible just now, why can't I remember it at all?
　　 Forget it, it's so scary anyway, it's okay if you can't remember it.
　　 On the contrary, I clearly remembered that with the white camellia, I sent the white root vegetables to Mianjiang Village, and then I can’t remember. Grandma’s, I didn’t really have something wrong with my practice!
Hey! I didn't want to find someone to ask, and I don't know where the old Taoist went. "
　　 "Ahem!"
　　 Just when Wang Musheng was thinking about it, a hoarse, feeble coughing sound came into Wang Musheng's ears.
How to describe 　　! This cough sounded like an old man, weak, hoarse, and inconsistent, just like the kind of breathlessness.
"correct."
　　 Wang Musheng suddenly brightened his eyes, thinking of the grandfather of the white camellia, maybe the old man was choked, or what happened, thinking that Wang Musheng no longer hesitated, got up quickly, and opened the door of the room with the help of moonlight.
　　 "Squeak!"
　　 should be in disrepair for a long time! The creak of the door opening was very loud, especially in this quiet night, it was extremely harsh.
　　 left the room and came to the central hall in the middle. Because there was no moonlight, it looked darker. Wang Musheng thought about it for a while, based on his impression of the day.
　　 groped in this hall. UU read www.uukanshu.com because he remembered that in the daytime, he saw a few spare candlesticks on the altar table at the top of the hall, with flints for ignition on them.
　　 I am very fortunate that Wang Musheng’s memory is not wrong. He quickly fumbled and came to the top of the hall, which was used to place the ancestor’s spiritual seat and worship the ancestor’s table.
"Snapped!"
　　 Two flints collided and sparks flickered instantly, but unfortunately, the candlestick was not lit this time.
"Snapped!"
still none.
"Snapped!"
　　 failed again.
　　 At this moment, Wang Musheng couldn't help but think that the old Taoist priest used to make a fire in the ruined temple. If you learn that trick, you can make a fire with a wave of your hand. How could it be so troublesome!
"Snapped!"
　　 "Hey!"
　　 "Success, not easy!"
　　 Looking at the faint candle light swinging in front of him, Wang Musheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
　　 "Ahem!"
　　 At this time, the intermittent coughing sound came out again.
　　 Wang Musheng picked up the candlestick, and with the help of the faint candlelight, he saw a door of a room not far away. He didn't know when, a gap was opened.
　　 And the intermittent coughing sound came from this room.
　　Worried about what would happen to White Camellia's grandfather, Wang Musheng held the candlestick in one hand and walked slowly towards the room.
　　 "Squeak!"
　　 After a while, Wang Musheng walked into the room with a harsh and unpleasant door opening.
　　 "Grandpa, are you okay! I'm Wang Musheng, you should know what I did, how are you."
　　 However, Wang Musheng's question was not answered, and even the original coughing sound was gone at this time.