Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Mountain Village Is Haunted

There is nothing to say all the way, and the high-speed rail will reach Qingzhou in one day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Out of the station, the wind was beautiful and the sun was shining. The streets are wide and the roads are wide, there are many people, there is a lot of traffic, and it is prosperous. There are no anomalies.

"Master, we're going to ...... now" Sun Jishi couldn't help it, because Wang Dinghe had been standing on the side of the road, closing his eyes and meditating for more than an hour. It was going to be dark right away.

Wang Dinghe is not pretending, but he doesn't know where to go. Although his ID card is written as a Qingzhou person, this is also his first time in Qingzhou. Therefore, his only clue is the one that Lei Jiuxiao imposed on him during the trial in the Taiping Bureau, chaotic and flickering thoughts.

Finally, a small mountain village with people coming and going came into Wang Dinghe's mind. It was Lei Jiuxiao who flashed out, but he didn't have the idea of asking Wang Ding and any questions. Wang Dinghe immediately sat cross-legged and began to meditate on Nan Wu Guanyin Bodhisattva.

It didn't matter if he sat down, the city law enforcement immediately came: "Go, go, go! In front of the station, begging is prohibited!" Panicked, Sun Jishi hurriedly explained: "Boss, boss, Taoist! We are Taoists from Dongyue Temple." As he spoke, he quickly took out his Taoist certificate.

The two staff members on duty looked at each other after looking at the Taoist priest's certificate, and the more amiable staff member looked carefully at Wang Dinghe, who was sitting on the ground and chanting words, and whispered to Sun Jishi: "Missionaries are not allowed in public places. Let's go, let's go!"

"Go, go!" Sun Jishi promised to go, but Wang Dinghe sat on the ground, could he walk.

"Hey—I said you two little Taoist priests, sit-ins are not allowed in public places. You didn't hear me!" The other staff member was less polite. Sun Jishi hurried up to make amends.

Just when the scolding staff member was about to step forward to make a move, Wang Dinghe suddenly opened his eyes. The frightened man was so frightened that he quickly retreated.

Wang Dinghe meditated intently, opened the eye of heaven, and scanned Qingzhou City over and over again. finally found Lei Jiuxiao's route into the village. So the two went all the way north and went straight to Daizong Mountain.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the night is like water. Wang Dinghe closed his eyes and walked straight, Sun Jishi followed closely, the two of them walked faster and faster, more and more remote, 100,000 miles of night was quiet and quiet, as if two bullets were suddenly shot in, and the sound of footsteps flashed out of the passing earth shaking the mountains.

Wang Dinghe is a child in the mountains, and it is easy to trek through mountains and rivers. Sun Jishi is a family of medicine, and there are family secret methods for consolidating essence and cultivating qi, and it is not difficult to barely keep up. It's just that the night is heavy, and the two of them are in a hurry, and they don't know how many miles they have walked out in one breath.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in Wang Dinghe's mind. The two of them immediately stopped. When I looked for the light again, it was gone.

There was silence for a moment, and there was nothing but the dead silence of the night. The two of them continued to hurry, following Lei Jiuxiao's thoughts. But this time, the more you walk, the quieter the night becomes. The more you go, the hairier you get. In the dark, I only felt that the night in front of me was like a mountain, and it was overwhelming. Wang Dinghe and Sun Jishi, who were silently reciting Guanyin in their hearts, were like two golden needles, plunging into the night mountain inch by inch. The two walked along, and the night closed like an iron fence.

At night, I don't know how many miles I walked in the mountains, and the two of them were really tired, so they sat on the side of the road and waited for the dawn.

As soon as Wang Dinghe sat down, another bright light suddenly flashed in his mind, and he quickly opened his eyes. Sun Jishi is reciting Buddha wholeheartedly, and it is no different. Wang Dinghe closed his eyes again.

A bright light.

Two bright lights.

Three bright lights.

When the fourth ray of the same light appeared, Wang Dinghe locked the position of the glow. The light source was in the middle of the path they had just walked on. So the two of them got up again and walked back to the night mountain that they had just walked hard.

But this time, as I walked, it dawned. It was only after dawn that the two realized that they had just walked through a village. The bright place is a stone stele, a long bluestone, with the word "Fanzhuang" written on it, lying on the side of the road.

Originally, this village was called Van Zhuang. The village is not big, it is built along the mountain road opposite, one after another, it is scattered, it should be at the foot of Daizong Mountain. Although the houses in the village are of different heights, they are uniform with blue tiles and white walls, black plaques, and yellow flags. Even the signboard of a "mobile communication" is engraved on a brightly painted black plaque. At first glance, it is a unified plan made by tourist attractions, a typical scenic village.

However, as they walked, the two noticed something unusual. Because, in such a decorated scenic village, there is no one. Not even a dog was met. The doors of every house were closed, and the courtyards and courtyards were silent.

"Master, why don't you take a look with the eyes of heaven?" Sun Jishi asked with a chill in his back and chattering teeth.

Wang Dinghe's head was also buzzing, because he had just seen that this Fan Zhuang was now up and down, inside and out, and there was no living thing. There is not even the vitality of a flower, which makes Wang Ding and Nian Guanyin unable to get rid of the fear in their hearts.

"This place is not good for long. Wang Dinghe only said this, and then led Sun Jishi to walk forward.

The sky is getting brighter and the road is getting clearer. The two climbed along the same bluestone steps in each scenic spot, one by one to Daizong Mountain. But crawling, crawling, Wang Dinghe didn't dare to move. Because, there is a village in front, the village is not big, built along the mountain road opposite, one after another, scattered, unified blue tiles and white walls, black plaques, yellow flags and exhibitions. There is a piece of blue striped stone at the entrance of the village, and the word "Fan Zhuang" is written on it.

The two turned and went back. Crackling, banging. When the two of them ran wildly all the way and came to Qingtiaoshi and Fan Zhuang again, Wang Dinghe collapsed a little.

"Master, we've got a ghost hitting the wall. Ghosts hitting the wall are generally good ghosts, and because there is danger ahead, they deliberately don't let us go. Sun Jishi comforted Wang Dinghe and himself.

Sun Jishi is right, ghosts hitting the wall are generally good ghosts, and people are trapped in one place at night in order to save people. But now it's broad daylight! Then it can only be a situation where ghosts hit the wall: the things of spirits and ghosts are mostly transformed by yin qi and resentment, and although they can walk in the void, their power in the face of physical people is very small. Therefore, the things of spirits and ghosts dare not harm people, and they can't harm people. Unless you deliberately provoke and make enemies with it, it will call friends and bewitch you, and it will trap you and kill you quickly!

Wang Dinghe remembered the scene when Cao Xianger told him about ghosts and deliberately scared him, and he couldn't help but feel sour. Cao Xianger said that he was scaring him, but in fact, he was helping him get rid of his fear of ghosts. Yes, it's just a cloud of yin, a breath of resentment, a trace of blood, and a wave of plague......

Thinking of this, Wang Dinghe's heart was horizontal, and he walked towards the "Fanzhuang" stele generously!