I knocked on the side with the Taoist priest for a while, but the old man was resolute and said that there was no other way. I didn't see that he was lying to us, so I sighed and said that if this is the case, then when will we leave?

The old man lay on the rattan chair and smoked his cigarette pouch leisurely, saying that he was not in a hurry, now is the time when the ghast spirit is at its peak, and he can't go out to please him.

His words are a bit inconsistent, just now he said that the ghast is the weakest now, and the longer it drags on, the more powerful it becomes, how can this waste time waiting for dawn?

Just about to ask, he suddenly smacked his cigarette pouch and stood up, telling us to rest tonight and recuperate enough to act with him tomorrow. After saying that, he went up to the second floor on his own and hung the two of us in the hall.

The Taoist priest looked at his figure that gradually disappeared on the edge of the candlelight and shouted, "Senior, what if those evil ghosts break in? ”

Before he finished speaking, Lin Dongyang's figure was no longer visible, the Taoist priest looked at the top of the stairs and waited for a while, but did not get a response, and spread his hands at me with an unhappy face: "Yes, his mother's drag is like two hundred and fifty eighty thousand, and the Taoist master wants to see how he will deal with the ghast." ”

I patted the Taoist priest and comforted: "Don't worry too much, you also heard about it just now, he is a descendant of witchcraft, and you are a Taoist priest, there is inevitably a gap between the two factions, and you are not as skilled as others, it is inevitable that you will ......"

Before he finished speaking, the Taoist priest immediately jumped up: "Eh, how do you speak, what does it mean that the Taoist master's skills are not as good as people, if he didn't lose his magic weapon, it would be his turn to shout five and drink six?" I want to subdue the red-clothed ghost with the power of one person back then......"

I saw that he was still finished, so I hurriedly interrupted him: "Gotta de, I know that Dao Ye is powerful, your heroic deeds should wait until you go out, now, we have to solve this problem first." ”

With that, I patted my stomach. The Taoist priest was stunned, and then he also touched his stomach, only to realize that we hadn't eaten for most of the day.

We also had a lot of smoked jerky, all in the backpack, which was divided into two parts when the jerky was grilled, one for gold, the other for cameras and other equipment, and the rest of the space was used for jerky and water. The backpack containing the equipment was thrown on the boat and floated out with the three girls, and I don't know what happened now, as for the bag containing gold, the Taoist priest has always kept the bag with him, so it is still in our hands.

The Taoist priest went to rummage through the backpack, and I lay down on the rattan chair where Lin Dongyang was lying just now, feeling as if the bones in my body were about to fall apart, and I was so sore that I was terribly sore. At this time, I remembered the wounds on my stomach and arms, and I hurriedly checked them, and found that the wounds in my lower abdomen had healed, and I don't know if it was the medicine of the monkey-faced wizard Bagan that worked, or the role of my body's self-healing ability. The only thing that worries me a little is the bloody wound on my arm, which is so deep that it is almost bone-piercing, and although it has stopped bleeding, it is not healing very well.

Just when I was thinking about whether I should ask the old man for some trauma medicine, the Taoist priest who was rummaging through the backpack suddenly hummed, squatted beside the backpack and rubbed it still.

He turned his back to me, and I thought he was stealing food, so I scolded: "Hey, don't eat alone, Lao Tzu just shed a lot of blood, you can make up for me." ”

"What the fuck are you talking about, look at this thing for yourself!"

As he spoke, the Taoist priest threw something at me, I caught it, and found that it was a thick thread-bound book, and when I looked closely, I immediately recognized that this was the Fengyang Historical Chronicle that we found in the Tulou ancestral hall in Yushugou Deserted Village.

When I found this book, I didn't have time to read it, and the building collapsed immediately, and a series of events that happened after that made me even more tired, and gradually forgot about this book. Now that I see it, I suddenly have a flash of inspiration, local history is an account of a major local event, including celebrity anecdotes, natural and man-made disasters, social changes, and so on.

Large local historical records, such as county chronicles, will describe relatively broad content, because they cover too much and too wide content, so it is impossible to record them in too much detail. For example, the history of the local town in my hand has a limited number of records, so it will be relatively detailed, and this thing was found in the ancestral hall of a deserted village, so maybe there is information related to the local area.

The Taoist priest grabbed a large handful of jerky and threw it on the table, chewed two pieces himself, muttered and complained that it was too hard and tasteless, and said that the pot of wild vegetable jerky soup in the morning tasted good.

I was very interested in the Fengyang Historical Chronicles in my hand, and I thought the Taoist priest was too annoying, so I said to him: "If you don't like it, go find the kitchen yourself." When the Taoist priest heard this, he took it seriously and patted his head: "Eh, yes, why didn't I think of it?" The old man has lived here for so many years, he must have his own small stove, and firewood, rice, oil and salt must not be missing. Let's go, go to the kitchen with Daoye, so that you can also taste Daoye's craftsmanship. ”

I patted him, and then pointed to the wound on my hand, and said that such a difficult task should be left to you, I am a wounded, and besides, I need to see if there is any record of what happened thirty years ago in this book.

The Taoist priest saw that the wound on my hand was indeed terrible, so he didn't say anything, picked up the jerky and went to the kitchen. My ears were quiet, and I began to look through this line-bound Fengyang Historical Chronicle.

The book was printed, worn, and smelled unpleasantly musty, but the words on it were clear.

I looked at it word by word, and the content of the book began in the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, the anecdotes that happened in Fengyang, the changes in folk customs, and natural and man-made disasters, which were recorded in great detail and the content was also very cumbersome. At first, I was able to read it as an anecdote, but after watching it for a long time, I felt a little bored and mentally tired.

I yawned, drank some water to refresh myself, and then turned straight to the last page, where I found that the page was actually blank. I wondered in my heart, and after turning more than 30 pages, I finally saw the text, but it was not printed, but handwritten.

There are more than 50 pages in the handwritten part, and I looked at it and found that the time node between the printed and handwritten words was exactly 30 years ago, that is, the second half of the book was written by hand after the book was printed, and the content of the description happened to be the time when the ghost school was formed.

My hand shaking with excitement in my grip on the book began to skim through this section.

Different from the rigor of the printed content in the first half, the content of the handwritten part is very casual, similar to a diary recorded casually, and the language is also very straightforward, and the cultural level of the people who left these words should not be too high, which also corresponds to the current situation of society at that time.

The first few pages are all inconsequential, what God has been raining for several weeks in a row, and the ancestral shrine is leaking again, which is very cumbersome. But when I read the eighth page, the content of the above account suddenly became different, from the beginning of the chaos to the time period, a bit like a diary, the tone of the narrative has become extremely serious and dull, and all the pen and ink have always recorded the same strange thing.

The information I was hoping to find about the ghost school was described in such detail that I was shocked to finally learn some of the sensational things about the school.

It turned out that the town of Fengyang thirty years ago was not in its current location, but in the depths of the deserted elm ditch. The abandoned deserted village we saw was the ancestral land of the Fengyang people, although there were many houses built by gold diggers outside Yushugou, but it was only a place for them to work to support their families, and the real home was still a deserted village.

As for why Fengyang Town was later moved outside Yushugou, we have to start with the creepy incident recorded in the book.

Since there is a lot of content in this part, it would be too verbose to write it all, so I summarized it by month, and summarized it as follows:

In May 1983, after the heavy rain stopped for half a month, the leader of Fengyang, who is now the father of the mayor of Bald Town, organized manpower to rebuild the dam, but accidentally discovered the gold mines washed out by the torrents on both sides of the river, and then discovered the hidden gold mines in the depths of the cave.

In June, several of the most prestigious people in Fengyang held a meeting and made a decision to block the news of the gold mine. They secretly organized cronies to enter the cave to dig mines, but there was no impermeable wall in the world, and soon, the actions of these people began to be exposed, and more and more people knew the news, and they fortunately had a showdown, and pulled more people into the gang.