Li Wei planned to go to the concierge and ask the waiter on the night shift if he had seen his old classmate and his satchel, but when he arrived at the door, he found the proprietress and her female assistant sitting on a plastic mill at the gate talking to two or three local villagers, and occasionally a few bored tenants came up to listen. The voice of the proprietress and the others was not small, Li Wei thought that they were just idle at first, but slowly, he clearly felt the sincere nervousness and surprise of these people from his tone and look.

"Really, when it was almost 12 o'clock at night, we didn't hear anything in our yard last night!" "It's not very big, and it's not surprising that you haven't heard it so far from here." But the people in the several villages next to the mountain of Xiangyang Temple heard all of them, and they also saw the mountain flashing green from time to time! As soon as the sky was bright, some people saw Elder He leading people up the back mountain, and some people guessed that the back mountain had collapsed somewhere......"

"The last time there was such a noise on that mountain, wasn't it the year Lao Guan and his son fell to death?" "Yes, there was an old man at that time who said it was a bad omen, someone touched the demonic qi and provoked the gods, and it didn't take a day or two to get out of Lao Guan's son......"

A momentum that came out of nowhere drove Li Wei silently approached the brick platform where plastic grinders were erected, and carefully filtered every word of their conversation with his ears. He got goosebumps when they heard them talk about the man who had fallen to his death.

He had just heard from the proprietress about this yesterday, just after returning from Xiangyang Temple.

Yesterday when they came back from the mountain to catch lunch, they picked out a square table under the big tree. "I don't know if this Xiangyang Temple is so weird every day. If not, we're too good at picking days, and we'll catch up with the new things as soon as we go back today. Shang Yiming sat at the dining table in the shade of the tree, munching on the fragrant peasant meal, and said to Li Wei.

"Good fellow, my legs and feet are really getting more and more inflexible!" The man and woman they saw at the gate of the temple had already sat at the table next to them, and the man was full of tiredness, rubbing his legs and stomach during the interval between chewing, and complained to the woman, "Just listen to your sisters fool you! What a broken temple, after climbing up with great effort, I saw a mess of a pile of rough mud bodhisattvas. In broad daylight, the little girl's appearance, I can't tell if it's a haunting, an evil spirit, or a dancing god, I think it's all bluffing!"

"Ouch, big brother, you can't talk nonsense here!" The proprietress came over to serve the food, and when she heard him nagging, she hurriedly said to him seriously, "There are a lot of things about the appearance of gods and monsters in our place, and there have been them since before liberation." Now the big guys are saying that there are really immortals in Xiangyang Temple! Big brother, for your good, I have to tell you -- it's okay if you don't believe in immortals yourself, but don't offend them here! These immortals, if you sincerely worship them and respect them, they will cover good people; it doesn't matter if you don't believe them, they don't pay much attention to you; but if you look down on them so much, hey, they are spiritual, even if they are across the mountain from me, you can hear them, and I don't know when I want you to know their abilities! Many people in our village, including our family, don't know too much about the number of rituals to worship the gods, but we don't make trouble in this regard, and we go to Xiangyang Temple from time to time to burn incense, so everyone's life has been quite stable over the years. ”

The man snorted contemptuously: "You're too superstitious, aren't you?"

"Don't laugh, most of the people in our county now have gone to school and can read and write, and they know a little bit of scientific and cultural knowledge, but there are many things that science can't explain. Students who have also been admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University have been admitted from here, and I tell you that even if they are asked to explain, they will not be able to explain it. If you want to say it's superstition, there have been villagers who have encountered it several times, right in front of their eyes, bizarre, sometimes quite scary......"

Li Wei listened to her more and more incoherently, and couldn't help but want to laugh, but saw that Shang Yiming listened attentively.

"Okay, okay!" the man waved his chopsticks impatiently, "It's almost over, I'm still eating!" I know what you said, and I'll go up and burn incense to make amends before I go back to the city!"

At this time, the proprietress was called by the assistant to answer the questions of the new guests about the fish stew on the stove, Li Wei sandwiched a piece of pork belly, and half-jokingly said to Shang Yiming: "You listen quite attentively, as if you used to take Teacher Liu's class." "What she said is comparable to what Teacher Liu taught? Shang Yiming almost squirted the rice out of her mouth, "But then again, she probably has a lot of material in her head that can be used in my two versions of ghost stories." ”

After a while, the proprietress came to serve them food, and Shang Yiming stopped her and asked, "Boss, the immortals of Xiangyang Temple are really so spiritual?"

"This ...... In fact, ordinary people like us in this county don't trust these things so much, but they are also quite attentive, and they usually ask for a better life and their children to learn a little more, and they don't dare to point to others for blessings. The key is not to offend people, if you offend people, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat. ”

"Oh, what do you mean, is there any of you here who has suffered in this kind of thing?" Shang Yiming's expression was like that of a child listening to his mother's story before going to bed. The proprietress saw that the courtyard was not very busy, so she leaned on the table and whispered, "Huh, that kid has suffered a big loss and lost his life!" "Huh?"

"A few years ago, Xiangyang Temple was still building, there was a kid in the west of the village, he was still a college student, and he didn't have any interest after graduation, and he actually led a few people to the top of the mountain in the middle of the night, I don't know whether to steal building materials or what, and when he escaped, he was planted from the back mountain, ouch, the death was called a miserable!"

"Did the gods throw them down?" asked Li Wei. "That'...... We haven't seen this with our own eyes, so who knows what happened to him?" "It's really unlikely. At that time, half of the workers were left on the mountain in the second half of the night, and they didn't notice that they had gone in and stolen things, so there was certainly no one chasing them. And it's not strange if one person stumbles and falls to his death, but the strange thing is that the few people who went up the mountain with that kid fell to their deaths. Later, the villagers who went to help collect the corpses said that the workers did not hear any movement at night, and that their bodies were found in the back mountains after dawn when they found their lost things and scattered to look for them. You think, if a group of people stumble, at least someone has to scream a few times. ”

"Sounds like a group suicide by jumping off a cliff. Li Wei sneered disappre一门ly, glanced at Shang Yiming, and saw that the old classmate's face was tense and his eyes were dull. Based on what he knew about him, he was scared. "Hey, don't be foolish, it is said that I shouldn't talk to you about this, Mayor Zhang and Boss Wang both said that places like ours are easy to spread the word, and turn around to scare the guests, and dare not come to play, doesn't it affect the business?"

There was only a distance of less than ten meters from the dining table to the room of the two, and during this short journey, Shang Yiming glanced left and right from time to time with his big eyes, which usually grew on the faces of beautiful women, as if he was afraid of a ghost coming out of his side. Li Wei was not surprised, and when he entered the house, he was about to lie on the kang with slippers, when he suddenly heard Yiming say: "Dude, how about accompanying me to the back mountain at night?" "What, what are you smoking?"

"In Xiangyang Temple, I saw the girl scared like that in broad daylight, and I guess the back mountain is a gloomy place. Now that the proprietress says there has been a murder, going to that haunted place at night will definitely increase my fear and help me find inspiration for a good ghost story column. You know, I don't want to write ghost stories, I haven't even read them much!"

"Aren't you planning to change jobs?" "If God doesn't bless me, I can only do the job at hand well, otherwise the only job I have at present will be ruined." Yiming's words were a little trembling. "Wouldn't it be better for you to increase your fear yourself?, why do you want me to accompany you?" "This ......"

There is no need for him to answer, Li Wei also knows the answer: he is timid. "I've got a more convenient way to make you creepy too. Go back and I'll borrow you "Midnight Bell" and "Curse", you don't blink and read them all, as long as you don't run to any canteen with "Historical Records", and you won't come back until the power is about to go out. ”

"Hahaha!" the two friends laughed at the mention of their college days. "No, no. Shang Yiming swept away the suspicious look on his face, "Let's go for a walk around here tomorrow, and return to the city the day after tomorrow as originally planned." ”

He said it...... Oh my God, did he go to the back mountain last night? At that time, Li Wei only regarded this as a joke with a wrong mind, and quickly put it behind him. But this timid fellow, he himself ...... How dare you go? What the hell?