At this time, let's talk about the two families with surnames in Fanjia Village.

This first household, surnamed Luo, is the current Mrs. Luo's family. At that time, the devils were fighting, and the whole country was under fire, but there was no trace of the devils in this remote mountainous area, and it may be that the little devils also felt that it was too remote to come. The young old lady Luo Xiping fled here with his wife and children at that time, and it is said that he escaped from Shanghai, but whether it is or not, the Luo family has never mentioned it themselves, and outsiders are even more unknown. At that time, Mrs. Luo was in her prime, and his wife was a complete beauty. At that time, not only this Fanjia Village, but even the men in the nearby ten miles and eight towns came to see their daughters-in-law on their backs, but as soon as they saw Luo Xiping standing in the courtyard and playing a set of indescribable but very imposing boxing techniques, they were so frightened that they fled with their tails between their legs.

It's a pity that the phrase "since ancient times, how thin life has been" was fulfilled in the Luo family, and this beauty died inexplicably less than three months after arriving in Fanjia Village. Only Luo Xiping and his 5-year-old son Luo Xingbang lived in the empty ancient house. At that time, many people speculated that there was a dirty thing in the ancient house that no one had lived in for a long time that wanted the life of the "beauty", and it was rumored for a while. But Luo Xiping turned a deaf ear to this matter, just stayed at home every day and rarely went out to deal with people.

It didn't take long for an epidemic to break out in this mountainous area, and the war didn't reach here, but an epidemic took hundreds of lives. It was at this time that this young man from the countryside who did not like to go out suddenly became diligent, and it was he who went up and down the mountain without sleep, bringing back a basket of unknown herbs, and ending the disaster. Because of this, he has gained the respect of the people and has become a well-known big man, and even the old man will call him Luo Shen Doctor with respect when he sees him. He was also happy to find his place, so he took root in this small mountain village, and fifty years passed in a blink of an eye.

Let's talk about another person with a foreign surname, Lao Liutou. He came here about thirty years ago, when the mountains were so haunted that the villages were full of chickens and dogs at night, and the next morning there were dead animals all over the place. Later, when the livestock were almost dead, people began to die. So that for a while, people were panicked and not at peace. At this time, Fanjia Village seemed extremely calm, and there were no strange incidents at all. So some people say that it was Luo Xiping, who lived in the ancient mansion, who cured the disease and saved people, and accumulated profound yin virtues, and had already been recorded in the merit book by the Lord of Yama, so that this Fanjia Village was saved from this difficulty.

As a result, many people ran to the home of the respected Luo Xiping in Fanjia Village for refuge, and some villages even poured out of their nests. Luo Xiping was anxious in his eyes, so he asked someone to invite a master from outside. I thought it would be an old Taoist priest with immortal wind bones, or a monk or something. But what came into the village later was a bad old man in ragged clothes, full of white hair, and holding a wine gourd. The old man, who claimed to be surnamed Liu, entered Fanjia Village and stood in front of Luo's house, his face flushed, as if he had just been drunk. Luo Xiping invited him to come in to rest, but the old man refused to enter the door, causing everyone to cry and laugh.

Seeing that the old man refused to enter the door, Luo Xiping stayed by his side, and the old man who came from nowhere actually leaned on Luo Xiping's lap and fell asleep. Luo Xiping didn't care about him, just let him lean on, and slept from noon to sunset, fortunately it was autumn at this time, if it was summer, the sun in the sky was hot, and just the sun could kill a person.

As soon as it was dark, the old man also woke up, Luo Xiping hurriedly called out to the senior, the old man did it, rubbed his eyes and glanced at Luo Xiping, and then said: "Are you still here? Seeing that you are so sincere, I will give my life to help you." The old man stood up, took a sip of wine, and walked towards the entrance of the village.

Luo Xiping hurriedly caught up and asked, "Senior, don't you need to prepare something?"

"Prepare? copper coins, red lines, black dog blood, no need, no need, I'll just go. The old man replied with a smile, and then his feet seemed to be windy, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving Luo Xiping standing in place dumbfounded.

Let's say that after the sloppy old man left Fanjia Village, he went straight to Yejia Village, where the haunted was the most haunted on the other side of the mountain, and stopped at the entrance of the village. Then he stabbed the wooden stick in his hand that he didn't know when, let alone where he fished it out, and the wooden stick that was more than one meter long, as thick as an arm, pierced into the soil for more than half a meter in just one moment. The old man took off the wine gourd from his waist, pulled off the stopper, put it under the tip of his nose and smelled it, and the smell of wine came to his nose, and he swallowed his saliva, but did not drink it, but poured all the wine on the wooden stick that had just been stuck in the earth.

The pale yellow dripping fell onto the sticks, and down the sticks onto the earth, and finally, the whole pot seeped into the earth.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" The old man shook the empty gourd and sighed, then turned it upside down and lifted it above his head. After a while, a drop of pale yellow liquid appeared on the edge of the spout, and the old man quickly raised his head and opened his mouth wide, and the last drop of wine landed firmly on the tip of his tongue.

"Ahh The old man pursed his lips contentedly, then sat down on the ground, leaned on the half-cut stick that was exposed to the ground, closed his eyes and recuperated, and in a short time fell asleep again.

It was getting darker and darker, and before I knew it, it was approaching midnight. The old man awoke from his sleep, stretched, yawned and fart. Then I heard the terrifying sound from Yejia Village, the cry of the baby, and when I listened carefully, it was like a cat barking at spring, and I don't know one such sound, but thousands of people lingering in my ears, just like countless crying lonely ghosts around you, which makes people feel cold in their backs.

But the old man didn't have the slightest fear, but pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and then yelled at Yejia Village: "You little ghosts are talking about slowing down!"

The roar, the strange voice immediately stopped, but only for an instant it sounded again, and it was getting closer and closer, as if looking for the bold old man's theory, and a yin wind came to his face.

"Don't worry, I'll come!" When the old man had said this, he reached out and grabbed the stick, and with a sharp pull, pulled it out of the ground. The old man bit his index finger and drew an unknown pattern on the stick with the blood of his fingertips, and then strode into Yejia Village. In Yejia Village, countless green eyes lit up.

And the small hole in the ground that was pierced by wooden sticks, the moment the old man walked into Yejia Village, a pale yellow water column erupted, and this water column rose to the sky, which was not spectacular.

What happened later that night, no one knows, because no one has the guts to join in the fun. I only knew that the sloppy old man was back to Fanjia Village when the sky was slightly bright, he was soaked, exuding a disgusting fishy smell, he was still carrying half a wooden stick in his hand, and he also limped a leg, staggering when he walked, and looked even more wolf. He walked to the door of Luo Xiping's house, but still did not enter the door, but just sat next to the stone lion by the gate and played with the wine gourd in his hand.

Luo Xiping rushed over when he heard the news, and when he saw the old man, he was about to ask a question, but the old man waved the wine gourd in his hand and shouted: "It's done!"

Luo Xiping was overjoyed when he heard this, and took the wine gourd in the old man's hand with a comprehension, ran into the house with a smoke, and quickly rushed back, and when he came back, the wine jug was already full of old wine that Luo Xiping had treasured for many years.

The old man took the gourd, raised his head and poured two sips, and after shouting a good wine, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

Later, it was no longer haunted, and the old man who called himself Lao Liu Tou was regarded as a living immortal. He stayed, but lived in the City God Temple. According to Lao Liutou's instructions, the people of Fanjia Village planted two rows of locust trees at the entrance of the village, and built countless empty graves under the locust trees. The people in the village didn't know why, but the old fairy spoke, and they had no choice but to do it. Unexpectedly, a few years later, these locust trees have grown into big trees, and there is a gloomy path at the entrance of the village.

So people rumored that the old fairy had moved Huangquan Road to the world, so that those lonely souls and wild ghosts who had been suppressed by him could return to the underworld. In this regard, Lao Liu Tou was also noncommittal. Slowly, the old people of that generation passed away, and these things were no longer circulated. And Lao Liu Tou is no longer an old immortal, but has become a bad old man who is closed in the City God Temple.

Oh yes, on the night when Lao Liu Tou dragged his lame legs into the City God Temple, a boy named Luo Wencheng secretly followed in, saying that he wanted to worship Lao Liu Tou as a teacher. Then he was thrown out of the temple, and then the boy came every day, and then he was thrown out of the temple every day.