The inn was in a mess, and when Yan Su came back to his senses, Gu Yunfei was gone.

Jiang Li followed out, and as soon as he walked to the door of the guest room, he stopped, turned around, and asked Yan Su, "The innkeeper committed suicide!" ”

"What?"

"The owner of the Xinyue Inn, that is, the Zongli that Yunfei just said, is dead, and he is in the lobby. The jumbled noises were made by the other guests, and they were right there. ”

Yan Suwen walked out of the room with Gu Changfeng, and at a glance, he saw the Zongli lying on the ground and being watched. Many of the onlookers came out of the room when they heard the voice. Their faces were filled with drowsiness, as well as the shock and disbelief of the first sight of the dead.

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you guys to take a good look at him? Gu Yunfei slapped the shoulders of several guys with his scabbard: "Okay now, your shopkeeper is dead, and this inn can't be opened, I'll see what you can do in the future." ”

"It's none of our business, it's really none of our business, we don't know that the shopkeeper is looking for death." The aggrieved guys were about to cry: "This is an inn, this lobby was originally a place to eat, no one knew that the shopkeeper would suddenly happen, and he poked his eyes with chopsticks." How much it hurts! ”

"Okay, okay, it's useless to say this, hurry up and let someone report to the official, this is a murder." Gu Yunfei sighed helplessly: "I knew that he would die like this, so I didn't have to make any effort to get him out of that drum." ”

"Drums? What drums? ”

"The drum that rests at the door, the shopkeeper of your family, is the one I made out of that drum. I knew that he died so miserably, so it was better to let him stay in that drum and suffocate to death. ”

"That drum...... That drum is ......" The guys stopped talking, but their faces became whiter and paler.

"What's wrong with that drum?" Gu Yunfei asked, glancing at the door a few more times: "Isn't it just a very ugly drum?" ”

"That's the ghost drum, the most feared ghost drum in our Fog Willow Town."

"Ghost drums, what's that?" Gu Yunfei pointed with his sword: "Just that drum, what about the ghost drum?" Is it that it has become a ghost on its own, or that a ghost likes to knock on it. ”

"No, no, neither. Oops, that's a clear one. ”

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, say it slowly, you have time." Looking up, seeing Yan Suwen and Gu Changfeng, Gu Yunfei hurriedly got down from the stool: "Master, madam, there is a ghost story to hear, why don't I move a stool, and by the way, let the guy prepare two more plates of peanuts?" ”

"Gu Yunfei, why are you serious all day long, how old are you?" Without waiting for Yan Su to ask them to speak, Jiang Li reached out and grabbed Gu Yunfei's ear: "You are still talking so crookedly in front of your lord and wife, hurry up and get down to business." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Report to the officer, just these guys in front of you, your face is so frightened that your face is white and your legs are weak, can you expect them to go by themselves?"

"I can't."

"Then what are you still standing for, accompany them." Jiang Li let go of his hand, but instantly clenched into a fist.

"So fierce, be careful that you can't marry in the future." Gu Yunfei rubbed his ears, casually ordered a guy to follow him, and then said to the guy who said the ghost drum: "Tell the story, tell the story of the ghost drum you know to our master and wife." ”

There is also a story about the "human skin drum" in "Qingliang Mountain Chronicles".

This story takes place in the Tang Dynasty.

There is a monastery in the northern part of Mount Wutai in Montenegro, and there is a monk named Faai in the monastery, who served as a deacon and managed the monastery for 20 years. As a monk, it is said that the six roots should be pure and have no greed, but this Dharma love is extremely greedy, and he often hides the things in the temple privately, and secretly buys a field in Nanyuan without telling the people in the temple. see

Dharma Ai is a monk, neither married nor had children, and the original family has long since lost relatives. So, before Fa Ai died, he gave all these fields to his apprentice Ming Hai.

Buddhism pays attention to the reincarnation of cause and effect, and this Dharma love is a monk, but does not follow the rules of a monk, and after death, he is reborn as an ox and works hard every day until the day of old death.

That night, Fa Ai's disciple Ming Hai dreamed that the deceased master was crying to him and said, "Because I mistakenly used the ten monks' things to buy land for you, I have fallen into an ox in this life." Now that I am old and sick, and I am about to die, I hope that you will peel off my skin and make a drum with my name written on it, so that the monastery can beat this drum during the morning and evening classes, prayers, and chanting. Only by doing this can I repent of my karma, and I will be able to fall into the suffering of the animal path, and only then will I be liberated. Otherwise, even if I wait until the field of Nanyuan turns into a sea, I won't be able to get rid of it. ”

In the dream, after the old monk finished speaking, he threw himself on the ground and died.

Ming Hai listened to the master's words, so he thinned the cowhide and made a drum surface, and put it in the temple to beat it all day long, and this drum was also called "human skin drum".

Although it is called a "human skin drum", in fact, this drum is still made of cowhide. Reincarnation as an ox may or may not be true. After all, marketing is not something that only comes to later generations.

The ghost drum in Wuliu Town is also a human skin drum, but the story is completely different.

A long time ago, Wuliu Town also had a name, called Drum Town. The people here have made a living by making drums for generations, and each drum is made quite delicately.

One year, just in time for the Great Wei to start a war with the Northern Liao, the Qin Cha came by order, saying that he wanted the best front drum. When the people in the town heard the news, they all took out their own private collection of good drums, but none of them satisfied the chincha. Lord Chincha left a message, but whoever can make a drum that satisfies him within ten days will receive ten taels of gold and one hundred taels of silver.

Ten days passed quickly, and most of the drummers gave up because they couldn't make a better drum face. Only a drum made by a couple won the favor of Chincha-sama. The drum, I don't know what kind of leather it was made of, struck it, and I only felt that the wind was gusting, as if thousands of troops were roaring.

Chin Cha was overjoyed and immediately decided to reward the couple, and returned early the next morning with the drum. Unexpectedly, just after nightfall, Chincha-sama heard a baby crying, and the cry seemed to come from inside the drum.

This Lord Qincha, who was also a bold man, held a lamp in his hand, approached the drum, and asked sharply: "Who is pretending to be a god and a ghost, and give it to this official!" ”

A woman emerged from the drum with her baby in her arms, and she told the chincha that she was the sister of the drum maker and had recently returned to her parents' house with her newly-mooned child. I don't know what madness my brother and sister-in-law had, so they killed her and the children together, and skinned them to make drum noodles. She was aggrieved, and the child couldn't bear the pain of being beaten, so she cried in the middle of the night.

When Lord Chincha heard this, he was shocked and sent someone to bring the couple to the post station overnight. Upon inquiry, it was found that what the woman in the drum said was true. The two of them, coveting the reward of the Chincha, made drums and became demons, and even peeled off the skin of their sister who came home to visit relatives to make a drum surface. Worried that outsiders would know, he killed the baby and lied to the outside world that his sister had left with the child.

Although the murderer was the couple, but the matter did start because of the Qin Cha, after the evil mind of the couple was arrested, the Qin Cha also wrote to the court, asking for resignation and retreat, and became a monk in Wan'an Temple, not far from Wuliu Town. Chanting the sutra day and night is for the drum to be excessive.

"Since you have already chanted the scriptures, why is there still this ghost drum now?"

"This drum was originally placed in Wan'an Temple, but on the night of the monk's death, a fire broke out in Wan'an Temple somehow. After the fire, it was a mess, but this ghost drum was not damaged in the slightest. The shopkeeper sighed as he spoke: "The mayor originally wanted to bury this ghost drum, but on the day of entering the ground, the wind and clouds changed color, and the crying continued, so in desperation, he could only dig it out and enshrine it in the ancestral hall." After that, although there were still babies crying every night, and some people even saw a woman in red wandering in front of the ancestral hall, nothing major happened. ”

"Your shopkeeper is dead, and you even say that nothing major happened. Isn't this life a big deal? ”

"It must be because the shopkeeper has committed some taboo." The shopkeeper anxiously defended: "Since we have this ghost drum, we have a lot of rules in Wuliu Town. After the end of the day, you are not allowed to go out, which is one of them. In addition, if a married woman returns home to visit relatives, she is not allowed to stay in the town. Outsiders who wish to stay in the town must have a red rope hanging on the door to ward off evil spirits. As for how these rules came about, and why, don't ask me, madam, because I can't answer if I ask, anyway, there are these sayings in the town, and we all follow them. In a few years, nothing really happened. ”

"Does your shopkeeper know these rules?"

"Naturally, I know, there are some rules that my shopkeeper told us." The shopkeeper said, and glanced at the shopkeeper whose body had become cold: "Our shopkeeper is a good person, how can this good person still ...... I hope nothing else happens. This foggy willow town, if you toss it again, it will really become a ghost town. ”

After listening to the story of the shopkeeper, Yan Suwen walked up to the dead shopkeeper and took a closer look. There is nothing to doubt about the cause of death, and there are many eyewitnesses at the scene, which can also prove that the death of the shopkeeper was his own and has nothing to do with others. But just as Yan Suwen got up and was about to go back to the room, when Yunfei brought people back, she smelled a fragrance, a fragrance that was both strange and somewhat familiar.

"What's wrong?" Gu Changfeng frowned slightly when he saw Yan Suwen, thinking that she was unwell, so he hurriedly asked.

"Nothing, just a very special scent, and it still feels familiar to me. Yan Su asked, and approached Zongli again, that is, the shopkeeper of the Xinyue Inn, who had just committed suicide.

"Mandala, how can there be a mandala in this foggy willow town!"