Originally, people said that I didn't believe it, but then no one said it, and I became suspicious.

My father and mother are honest old peasants, facing the loess with their backs to the sky, less than fifty, and their skin is as rough as the bark of old pine trees, black and red, but I am different, as white as white-floured steamed buns.

My father is 1.65 meters old, and my mother is only 1.5 meters old, but I am like a poplar tree, flying around, and I haven't graduated from primary school, so I have reached 1.7 meters.

Although the conditions at home are not good, my father and mother regard me as the pearl of their palms, but it seems that this thing can't deceive people, and I am not like either of them, which can't help but make people think deeply.

As for saying that I am my uncle's illegitimate child, it is not groundless.

I do have an uncle, but he is not a blood relative, he is not related to his parents, and he has nothing to do with the people in the village.

My uncle is an old bachelor in his fifties, he was born with a dignified appearance, he looks kind and kind, he has a very close relationship with his father, and he has to run to my house several times a year, sending food, oil and New Year's goods, and he is even more close to me.

All kinds of snacks, colorful toys, and new clothes, most of them were sent by my uncle, and I was looking forward to when he would come back as soon as he left.

My uncle often touched the back of my head, looking happy, as if I was really his own son, and his affection was overflowing.

I also secretly asked him about my life experience, but my uncle didn't say anything, leaving only a series of hearty laughter, which made the second monk puzzled.

My father and mother unanimously insisted that I was born, and my uncle refused to say it, and my life experience became a piece of my heart, so that although I could eat and sleep, I always felt uncomfortable.

I confided my troubles to Li Shengli and He Tongtong and asked them to help me come up with an idea.

In the village, my best buddy is Li Shengli. The victorious family is a distant relative of my family, and they are less than two years older than me.

This guy has been strong since he was a child, and his relationship with me is iron, when I was a child, people scolded me, and he dared to greet people when he picked up the stone pimple.

He Tongtong is a little girl, with two clear noses all day long, and she has been following us since she was a child.

Tongtong is the youngest, and I seem to be beyond her cognition, so I look confused.

Victory is quite like a big brother.

He thought about it for a long time and said why don't we go and ask Wong Tai Sin?

Wong Tai Sin is the vernacular of our hometown, which means to refer to the weasel who has become a spirit.

There is a Beiwan forest in the north of our village, which is an ancestral forest, where the ancestors of our Li Jiawa dynasties are buried. There is a small temple not far from the forest, known as the Huangxian Temple, and there is a clay sculpture of short stature and vague appearance in the temple.

Our people there are very superstitious, and it is said that the Wong Tai Sin in this Wong Xian Temple is very effective, but it only works when you come to worship it at night.

It's a cemetery, where do ordinary people dare to go in the middle of the night?

Later, I don't know what's wrong, rumors about the evil of the Huangxian Temple are everywhere, and it seems that there are also human lives, especially after a heavenly fire burned it, it has been abandoned since then.

Little children like us have been taught by adults since childhood, saying that they must not get close, and they are very evil.

As soon as a sentence came out, He Tongtong was almost scared to cry, and waved her hand again and again saying that she didn't dare to go, for fear that Wong Tai Sin would eat people. Li Shengli also seemed to regret it a little, and looked at me hesitantly.

I was not small, but I was really not big, I was less than ten years old at the time, and I was afraid to play the drums, and the matter was finally closed, and no one mentioned it again. But the Huangxian Temple is engraved in my heart like a mark.

It's autumn, but the weather is still hot like a steamer.

That night, I lay on the mat, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The mother slept in the other bed in the house, and she was already snoring evenly.

The moonlight was particularly bright tonight, and a layer of hoarfrost was sprinkled in the illuminated room.

I looked at the face of the lady in the moonlight, how did I look at it, how did I feel that it didn't look like me, and I inexplicably remembered what Li Shengli said, and the Huangxian Temple on the edge of the forest in Beiwan.

I rolled over, sneaked out with my shoes on, and pulled a flashlight out of the outhouse drawer.

"Bolt?" My mother heard the noise and asked in the back room. I hurriedly said that I was going to the yard to drink water, and then tiptoed open the courtyard gate, and ran to Beiwan Forest.

The white and big moon hung in the sky, revealing most of his face, and there was the chirping of summer insects among the grass and trees, and the gusts of night wind blew, which was very comfortable.

July 15 is one of the three major trick festivals in China, and the folk even have the saying that "the door is open on the second day of July, and the trick is presumptuous on July 14".

When I was still a child, I didn't know that the day I visited the Huangxian Temple at night happened to be on the eighth day of the seventh month, and the evil was rampant, and evil tricks stood in the way!

With the light of the moon and the flashlight, I ran wild on the mountain road in the middle of the night.

Balidi is not far away for a native village kid like me, and besides, the excitement and excitement in my heart at the moment is beyond words, as if a big secret is about to be revealed.

As he ran, the moonlight around him seemed to be getting darker and darker, while the light projected by the flashlight was bright and dazzling, and it was a little white.

My breathing began to grow heavy, the chirping of the summer insects disappeared, and it was dark and silent.

I stopped and looked up, and the moon hung in the night sky in the sky, and there was not a single dark cloud. But when I started running again, the moonlight seemed to be playing hide and seek with me, one moment drifting to the front, the next to the rear, stretching my shadow long and short, like a shadow puppet.

I was a little scared, and I ran faster on both legs.

I don't know how long I ran, but the outline of Beiwan Lin finally appeared in front of me. It was darker than night, and lay dormant in the darkness, the light of the flashlight shining on the forest like a deep eye.

I recalled Li Shengli's words, searched along the forest, and it didn't take long to find a ruined temple in the west.

This is Wong Sin Temple? My heart was pounding.

This temple was completely different from what I had imagined, it was dilapidated, pitifully small, and not much bigger than the shrine of the Lord of the Land enshrined in the fields.

Most of the earthen wall in front of the temple gate has collapsed, and there is a smell of urine scratching and indescribable smell in the ruins.

There was a rustling sound in my ears, and I didn't know if it was a bug or a mouse. I gritted my teeth and walked in with a flashlight.

Soon, I saw the legendary clay statue.

It was unpainted, black and stood in the middle of the small temple, rough, short, and upright like a man. At the foot of the foot is a futon that I don't know how many years it has been lying in, and it is in tatters. There was no offering table, no incense burner.

I didn't dare to shine the clay sculpture with a flashlight, so I quickly turned it off, for fear that it would be disrespectful to Wong Tai Sin. Then he took a deep breath and knelt on the futon.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a wave of horror.

The clay sculpture of Wong Tai Sin was already short, about the same height as when I knelt, but the distance between the futon and the clay sculpture seemed too close, and at the moment, its face was less than half a meter from the tip of my nose......