Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the proprietress carrying a basket of yellow paper money out the back door, presumably to apologize for burning paper for the ghost mother-in-law.

We had lunch, paid the cashier and left, walked out of the restaurant and headed for the train station, which was very close to the train station, so it took less than ten minutes to arrive.

Liu Dazhuang and I went to the ticket office to buy three train tickets, Liu Jing was worried that the long journey would be long and she would feel hungry on the way, so she went to the store and bought a lot of snacks to eat on the train.

I got on the train, waited for a while, and then drove up, "Bang dang, bang dang!" With the sound of the car, I embarked on a new journey again, and I don't know if this mission can be successfully completed.

After seven or eight hours of sitting, the train finally arrived in Qinyang, and we got off the train and took a taxi to Yuntai Village, because there is a road in Yuntai Village to Fengmen Village.

On the way, when we asked the driver if he knew the recent situation of Fengmen Village, his face immediately changed, and he warned us not to go there, the evil door is ruthless.

After listening to the driver's words, I wanted to know more about the closed door village, so I kept asking the driver, and the driver saw that we wanted to know about the closed door village, so he told us about the strange things that happened a month ago.

It turned out that this was the case, a night ago, the house dog in Yuntai Village barked incessantly, barking endlessly, and the villagers thought that there were people in the village, so they ignored it.

The next morning, when the villagers got up and prepared to work in the fields, they saw their dogs dead at the door as soon as they went out, missing arms and legs, which was miserable, and there was more than one family, and the dogs in the whole village were like this.

For a while, the villagers all exploded, thinking that wild beasts had come to the village in the middle of the night, so at night, the gate was closed, and no one dared to go out, but Rao was so, but there were still domestic animals that died inexplicably, and the way of death was very cruel.

Finally, one night, there was a child who saw the truth, and at this time, the driver paused, his face was full of horror, I asked him what the child had seen, and the driver said, "Ghost.... Ghosts, ghosts with blood dripping from their faces.

"Oh, what about then, is there anything wrong with the child?"

The driver shook his head and said, "The boy didn't know if it was a big death or something, and as soon as the bloody ghost was about to approach him, the rooster crowed, and then the ghost left."

"That's good!" I was relieved to hear the driver say that the child was fine, after all, it was also a life, how could it be lost at the hands of ghosts.

After chatting and chatting, we arrived at Yuntai Village, and after getting out of the car, the driver did not forget to remind us not to go to Fengmen Village, the ghost with a bloody face came from Fengmen Village.

I bowed to the driver and thanked him for his kind words and persuasion, and the driver saw that we insisted on going, so he sighed, turned the car and left.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw a white cloth hanging at the door of my house, which looked very unlucky, Liu Dazhuang asked me, why did the people in their village hang a white cloth at the door, is there anything special about this?

I shook my head and said, "I don't know!" There is no saying in the yin and yang industry that hanging a white cloth can ward off ghosts. ”

Just as we were puzzled, a gray-haired old man approached us, looking to be about sixty years old, dressed in a casual suit embroidered with dragon prints.

"Young people, you're from out of town!" Then the old man began to ask us questions.

I nodded and said, "Yes!" Old man, I don't know why every house in your village hangs a white cloth, is it a custom?"

The old man smiled and said, "No, no, no! This was told to us by a gentleman of Yin and Yang who had calculated that there would be a disaster in our village, so he told us about this method. ”

"Oh, does that work after using it?" The reason why I ask this is because it is very likely to lead to a funeral, which is a very bad luck, and Mr. Yin Yang is not a good person.

The old man said that since he did what Mr. Yin and Yang said, the ghost from Fengmen Village did not dare to come, but there were frequent people in the village who died of illness, one death a day, and it never stopped.

"the mud horse, this is okay!" At that moment, I told the old man that I was a Taoist priest, and that your practice of hanging a white cloth on the door was a great bad luck, and it was easy for the whole village to die.

"Ahh That.... So what to do! The old man trembled with fright when he heard what I said.

I said, "Just tell the villagers to burn the white cloth hanging on their doors." ”

The old man nodded, indicating that he understood, and when he asked us what we were here for, I told him the purpose of our visit, and the old man looked us up and down, but did not say anything.

At this time, Liu Jing said: "Uncle, is there any place to stay in this Yuntai Village?" ”

"Yes, if the three of you don't dislike it, you can come to my house, anyway, I'm usually alone, with multiple people and multiple companions." After speaking, the old man glanced at our expressions to see if we were happy.

We all nodded in agreement, and the old man took us to his house, and when he came to the door, he tore off the white cloth hanging on the door and threw it on the ground, stepped on it, and cursed what a bad name.

I couldn't help but laugh, thinking to myself that this old man was really interesting. Walking into the house, I immediately felt a special aroma coming to my nose, which was the smell of tea, and I saw a lot of strange plants hanging on the beams of the house, each of which exuded a different taste.

The old man asked us to sit on the table and said that he would make us a pot of Longjing tea, and I thought to myself that there were so many herbs in this old man's house, and even Longjing was a high-quality tea.

After waiting for a while, the old man came out of a room, still holding a steaming teapot in his hand, and said to us with a smile: "Let's taste my Longjing tea slowly!" ”

We picked up the teacup, poured a pot of tea and drank it, not to mention, this Longjing really deserves its name, it is really delicious.