"Mom, there is a noise outside..." "It's probably a mouse or a night owl. Feel free to sleep with you." "No, it sounds like the sound of horse hooves, and the footsteps of carriages and people. It seems like a group of people are walking." "Could it be that the Yin soldiers took advantage of this..." "what?" "Don't talk nonsense! You heard wrong! Sleep quietly, or I will throw you out to feed the wolves." The child's voice immediately died down, leaving only the sound of turning over on the kang. After a while, the window against the street was gently pushed open. Four eyes full of fear looked out, and then their eyes widened at the same time. I saw a group of people marching forward in silence on the street of Xiaoli Village. Three carriages and several horses.
The one walking at the front was probably the Ghost King, riding on a horse with a woman in his arms, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away. However, in Liaodong, there would never be such a scene - a man and a woman riding the same horse. The only ones who can do such a thing are the Ghost King and his concubine. Then behind the ghost king, there was a man riding a horse. He was already tall, but now he was riding a horse and looked more like a giant spirit god descending to earth, like a statue walking down from the altar. The most frightening thing was that the man carried six long swords on his back. Presumably those were the weapons he used to kill people. Shura, the ghost general, that's right, this man is the ghost king's ghost general, who kills people specifically for him. As long as the ghost king looks anywhere, the ghost general will take action without hesitation, chop off the man's head, and then use his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys to make wine. Those walking on the road and taking care of the carriage are naturally his ghost soldiers. Only the man wearing sunglasses who poked his head out of the carriage made his identity elusive. "This man is wearing a mandarin jacket and holding a paper fan. He looks like the ghost king's master?" "What master? That is the eunuch, the eunuch of the Ghost King. Everyone in the palace is dressed like this." "In my opinion, it looks like it. You are right." While the couple was whispering, a big face came to the window, startling them. "Ghost!" "Ghost? Where did the ghost come from? It's me, the big dog from Weijiagou." As Wei Dahong spoke, he put the lantern to his face, which made the face even more sinister and the screams inside became louder. "Er Zhu, you're my big dog. We used to take baths together at the same time." Wei Dahong said again. Seeing Wei Dahong standing here and not leaving, Erzhu could only say in a trembling voice: "I know, but when did you die? And you turned into a ghost to come to us?" "What kind of ghost?"
Only then did Wei Dahong remember everything about Xiaoli Village, so he laughed out loud and said: "I am a human being, okay, you see I have a shadow." He moved the lantern back a little, and a long shadow was drawn on the ground. "Hey, you told me earlier!" Only then did Erzhu stop sweating and said to him: "Come in quickly." "Come in?" Wei Dahong looked at the window frame, "How to get in?" "Oh, sorry, go to the front yard. Go to the front yard and I will open the door for you." Erzhu lit the lamp in the dark, hurriedly ran to the front yard, opened the door, and welcomed the group of people up. "Er Zhu was originally from our village. His family was too poor to find a wife, so he had no choice but to marry into Xiaoli Village. But at that time, Xiaolizhuang was not so strange, otherwise Erzhu would not be willing to marry him two wives. " Wei Dahong explained to Yin Xiu in a low voice. "I see." When Yin Xiu and his party entered the courtyard, Erzhu raised the lamp in his hand higher, intentionally or unintentionally, and finally saw Yin Xiu's face clearly. Who is the Ghost King? He is obviously just a young man who has been exhausted and looks a little depressed. The concubine is not a concubine, but a beautiful woman, and the steward is not a steward, but a wretched uncle. Only the man with six swords on his back still looked more terrifying than the ghost. After being glanced at by Ren Qi, Erzhu immediately lowered his head, pretending not to see him and talking to Wei Dahong. "Big dog, why are you here? It's not like you don't know the weirdness of Xiaoli Village. This place is not like other places..." "Hey, I can't help it. It's cold outside and there's nowhere else to go. It's just a one-night stay, so that's probably fine." Wei Dahong took out a piece of dried meat from under the carriage and handed it to Erzhu, "Deer deer meat freshly hunted in autumn." "Hey, you're just here. What gifts do you bring? Isn't this so unusual?" Erzhu smiled happily, and after taking the dried meat, he greeted everyone, "Come on, everyone, come in, the yard is spacious." A group of people came in with a carriage, which was inevitably noisy, and soon there was a noise next door. "Er Zhu, what's wrong? You're making a lot of noise in the middle of the night." "Oh, there are guests at home, sorry to disturb you." Erzhu howled. "Hey, we have a guest here in the middle of the night. It's so lively. This guest..." Halfway through what the neighbor said, there was no follow-up soon, and then there was the sound of windows and doors closing. "Has it been like this lately?" Wei Dahong said speechlessly.
"Not recently." Erzhu sighed, "It's been like this for several years since that weird thing happened." As he said this, he finally remembered, "Hey, we can't stay in the courtyard. We all go to the house and squeeze in." Liu Banxian said deliberately at this time: "Hey, it's quite warm in this courtyard. I think it's quite nice in the courtyard. It's spacious enough. There are so many of us, how inconvenient are we to squeeze together?" "That's right." Others agreed. Hearing this, Erzhu became a little anxious and looked at Wei Dahong, "You haven't explained it to these guests?" "I explained it, why didn't I? I gave it repeatedly!" Wei Dahong rubbed his hands, "However, we gentlemen are from big cities. If you don't believe me, I have to say that there are no monsters." "ghost?" Erzhu broke out in a cold sweat, "You can't say it here, come in quickly, come in quickly." As he said this, he no longer cared about etiquette, and pushed Liu Banxian into the room. Yin Xiubian and Ma Xiaoyu followed closely and followed in. As soon as he entered, he bumped into Liu Banxian and stumbled. "what happened?" "look!" Liu Banxian pointed to the black statue on the table in the middle of the room, "How evil!" The statue was probably carved from some kind of wood. It was very rough. Only its limbs and facial features could be seen roughly. It looked like a Maitreya Buddha. However, this statue has nothing to do with "Buddha". Instead, it looks like the ghosts painted on the paper during the Obon Festival who eat dirt every day, have a belly as big as a basin, and roll on the hot coals. Go away, the ghost with blackened body. "Don't point fingers!" Erzhu quickly stopped Liu Banxian's hand, then turned his head and bowed to the statue with his hands clasped together, "Master Kui, please forgive me! Master Kui, please forgive me!" "Master Kui, is this all?" Liu Banxian pointed at the statue. "You can't point! Mr. Kui will be angry if you do that." Erzhu was even more anxious this time, "inviting" everyone from the main room to the main room, and then finally relaxed. When they arrived here, Yin Xiu and others were sitting, but Wei Dahong pulled Er Zhu aside. "Er Zhu, in fact, these are all capable Taoist priests and Feng Shui masters." "Taoist? Mr. Feng Shui?" Erzhu felt more and more confused, but he still cupped his hands and said: "Disrespect, disrespect." With a smile, he walked to a further corner and whispered to Wei Dahong: "The guests you invite are getting weirder and weirder. You even accept these weird people."
"This is not a guest, but a benefactor." Wei Dahong corrected. "benefactor?" "That's right, something strange happened to us a while ago, and it was these people who came to help. Let me tell you in detail..." After listening to Wei Dahong's narration, although he was still dubious, Erzhu couldn't help but look at Yin Xiu and the others with admiration, and his expressions became more respectful. "so……" He lowered his voice, as small as a mosquito flying. "Yes, maybe these masters can solve the strange appearance of Xiaoli Village." Wei Dahong said excitedly. However, Erzhu still felt pessimistic, "Before, there were many gods, witches, monks and Taoists who promised that they could solve the problem, but they were all taken away, so..." "do not worry." Yin Xiu waved his hand, "We are not here to deal with any monsters, we are just staying for one night. We will sleep here tonight and we will leave at dawn tomorrow. Because we don’t have that much time to waste on the road, and we don’t have that much leisure to fight with monsters and monsters. There are endless monsters and ghosts in this world that we can kill. " As he spoke, Yin Xiu took out two silver coins from his pocket and placed them on the table with a cold expression. Liu Banxian just pretended not to hear this and put one hand on the table as if he was about to doze off. Ren Qi never cares about these things. What Yin Xiu and the others want to do, what they say, how they want to do it, and how they want to do it are none of his business. Although Ma Xiaoyu's face looked strange, she would not question or object to Yin Xiu's ideas and statements in front of outsiders, because she didn't know which words Yin Xiu said intentionally and which words came from her original intention. So she didn't speak and just drank water. When Yin Xiu said this, Erzhu was a little disappointed at first, and then there was a look of relief on his face. Wei Dahong couldn't help but become more confused when he saw the change in expression on his companion's face. Hai Dongqing saw the difference in everyone's thoughts and murmured: "It's important to save yourself. If you are not willing to even shout for help, even if you kowtow to the Bodhisattva, you are not willing to do such a thing." Do. Do they really expect gods to pass by and rescue them? " 【I see. 】 Wei Dahong couldn't help but feel angry and funny. It turns out that Erzhu didn't take what he said seriously, or even if he took it seriously, he didn't think it could help him. So when Yin Xiu said that his group was just passing by, he just thought that the "uninvited guests" were gone and would not disturb the so-called Master Kui, so he asked him to punish him. After realizing it, Wei Dahong just sighed and didn't force it. After all, everyone has their own way of survival. Now that the people of Xiaoli Village, or Erzhu, have decided to be a prisoner in the cage, what can he, an outsider, say?
It's not appropriate to really stand up and point fingers. As expected, I can only do what Yin Xiu said, stay one night and leave non-stop the next day. Then whether you publicize it everywhere or keep things here in your stomach, it is just your own choice. It has nothing to do with character or morality. It just depends on whether you are willing to talk about it. "I'm tired after walking all night. Let's find a place to sleep."
Yin Xiu pulled a blanket and lay down on the spot. "It's cold on the ground." Erzhu reminded quickly. "It's okay. There are many places in the world that are colder than the ground." Yin Xiu didn't care about him and just lay like that. The others were already tired from walking, and when they saw Yin Xiu speaking, they each found a corner to lie down. They can sleep on the ground in the wild. Now that they have a house to block the cold wind, isn't it better than sleeping in the wild?
When Erzhu saw this, he said nothing more. After all, there were so many people that they couldn't fit on the kang, so they had to make beds on the floor. Although in the past, when winter came, porters like them would just stay in the house for the winter. They didn't know the difference between the ground in the wild and the ground in the house. They just thought it was the same cold and hard. The porters lay together in a group, while Yin Xiu found a corner to sleep by herself. In a daze, he saw Ren Qi sitting on the bench, putting the wine bottle on the table, sipping the wine. It seemed that he was planning to keep vigil tonight. [You keep watch for the first half of the night, and I'll keep watch for the second half of the night. Remember to call me. 】 After reciting it silently in her mind and just thinking of speaking to Ren Qi, Yin Xiu turned over. At this time, he couldn't help but twitch his nose, because a rather strange smell passed into his nose and went straight into the Tianling Cap, making him almost shed tears, but it was not very annoying. After some sleepiness was dispelled, Yin Xiu reluctantly raised her head, only to see a foot wearing thin black socks in front of her eyes. He couldn't help but frown, and after twitching his nose a few more times, he raised his head and met Ma Xiaoyu's eyes. Ma Xiaoyu was also wrapped in a blanket at this time, and put another blanket under her body. She was lying one height higher than Yin Xiu, with her feet just hanging down. "What are you doing?" Ma Xiaoyu asked. "I'm the one asking you what to do." Yin Xiu said helplessly. "Sleep, what else can you do?" Ma Xiaoyu had been away for a day and had another fierce fight. She was obviously very tired. Yin Xiu's questions obviously made her feel quite dissatisfied. "Is this how you sleep?" "How else can I sleep?" Ma Xiaoyu's feet swayed, "I won't slip down and lie down with you, right?" "I do not mind." "I mind!" Ma Xiaoyu wrapped the blanket tighter around her body, "If you don't feel comfortable sleeping here, you can just sleep somewhere else." "But I occupied this place first." "Your name is not written here." "Ok."
Yin Xiu adjusted her posture and raised her head, "But, maybe you should change to a pair of socks, or..." "Or what?" Ma Xiaoyu's eyes widened, "I've been sitting in the car all day and got into another fight. Do you think I'm just traveling for free? And these socks are new." Despite what she said, Ma Xiaoyu still put her feet in and wrapped the blanket tighter. "Understood, understood." As soon as Yin Xiugang finished speaking, he turned his head and fell asleep. It was obvious that he was more tired than anyone else tonight. Ma Xiaoyu stopped talking, just moved closer to Yin Xiu, and closed her eyes. (End of chapter)