People like to imagine that there is such a strange and strange underworld that exists for the sake of fictional characters, and there is such an incredible and imaginary place. There, Fielding's playboy can still courting Richardson's beautiful beauties, Scott's heroes can still hold their heads high, Dickens's exuberant Londoners can still laugh and laugh, and Thackeray's layman philistines can still do their own thing.

In this forbidden area where no one climbs, there are really monsters on the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", which are in this bottomless underground, cutting the land as the king, blocking everyone's way, and making everyone not know what to do for a while.

"Brush—"

Only those faint mist flows on the surface of the lake, dotted with pavilion leaves, such as the skirt of a pavilion dancing girl, floating on the water, showing a way of spreading radiation, and the round green Wang Lotus leaves blooming, although it can also become a springboard for everyone to jump over, but once you step on the springboard, it is also a dead end.

In the 14th century, the French scholastic philosopher Bridin gave an example of freedom of will: a donkey starved to death because he could not decide whether to go left or right between two haystacks of the same distance and size.

He is born free, and he is a free man, even if he is in the middle of a pond.

But now they are also facing a dilemma.

"The chill of the frost depressed Kuthdua and Paphos."

Legend has it that Aphrodite was born from the waves of the sea and drifted to the island of Cyprus, the city of Paphos, where there is the Temple of Aphrodite, which means poetry.

Now that poetry and life are not going to favor them, how can they escape from this desolate place?

After eating and drinking, the second dog and the big dog began to snore with each other, Li Reform had no intention of sleeping, and the Iron King of the One Thorn was facing the pond and began to let out the wind, and everyone only left a flashlight, which could also save some electricity.

Li Gengai wanted to bring a thin blanket to cover the Iron King in his backpack, but he unexpectedly found a stumbling rope.

This stumbling rope was brought by himself to the tomb, in order to prevent accidents, he suddenly appeared in front of Li Reform, which made him look stunned, and between the calcium carbide firelight, he thought of a brilliant idea.

"Guys, guys, I've got a way!"

I don't know from which dynasty, generation, year and month, after death, before the burial, people always have to tie the deceased with stumbling ropes. As the name suggests, a stumbling rope is to block or entangle the feet to:

Ropes that prevent normal travel also.

But why tie the stumbling ropes of the deceased? There's a legend here.

Once upon a time, there was a family of four in Hebei, Wang Laohan and his three sons. Wang Laohan lost his wife in his early years, he was both a father and a mother, and he soaked his and urine, and finally took the children

Pull adults.

In the middle of summer one year, the red sun was scorching and the sun was like fire, Wang Laohan was hoeing grass in the field, and suddenly fell down and never got up again. The local custom is to mortuary for three days and for children to wake for three days. Wang Laohan's three sons took turns to keep the vigil that day.

The first two days passed peacefully. On the evening of the third day, suddenly there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain began to fall, and the thunder exploded one after another, which was terrifying to hear

Trembling and shuddering. At this time, it was the boss's vigil, and with a "boom", Wang Laohan on the spiritual bed blinked his eyes twice. When the boss saw this, he was very frightened and shouted, "Second and second!" Come on! ”

"What's the matter, big brother?"

"I couldn't hold it anymore, so I went out to relax. You'll keep watch for a while. With that, he slipped out.

"Boom", another thunder, shook people's hearts, the second child slapped his head, saw Wang Laohan's body twisted a few times, panicked, and hurriedly shouted: "The third and the third!" ”

"Hey, what are you doing? Second brother. ”

"My cold leg disease has happened again, and the pain is unbearable, you stay here for a while, and I'll add some clothes." With that, he hurriedly hid out.

"Boom, boom!" After a series of several big explosions, Wang Laohan suddenly sat up and jumped out of bed, and threw himself at the third child. He had heard of the dead "cheating corpses", chasing after the living, and whoever pounced on them would die. So he didn't look back, and ran desperately into the vast rainy night.

Wang Laohan didn't pounce on the third child, and as soon as the thunder stopped, he fell to the ground with a "bang". The thunder resounded, and he got up and ran a few steps again, and just like that, he staggered and staggered out of the courtyard gate like a drunk, and disappeared into the rainy night......

The next day, after the rain, the sky was clear, and although Wang Laohan's three sons were scared enough last night, their hair stood on end when they thought about it, but they still ran all over the country to find their father, but they had no choice but to see him

People, dead and dead, there is no body, there is no trace, so they have to give up.

Three years have passed.

On this day, one of Wang Laohan's neighbors went to Henan Province hundreds of miles away to do business, and unexpectedly met Wang Laohan here. During the conversation, Wang Laohan said that on a rainy night that night, he encountered a very high Shinto, and after his compassionate rescue, he was exiled to Henan to do business. He also said that the shop he opened was prosperous and prosperous, and soon his family business was prosperous, and his waist was full of money

I renewed my wife again, and my life was quite comfortable and comfortable.

Wang Laohan warmly and thoughtfully entertained this neighbor. When they parted, they also gave a lot of coins and antiques, and said with tears in their eyes: "Alas! Far away from my homeland, I am like a kite with a broken string, and it is rare for me to go home. Seeing you here makes me feel more and more homesick and worried about my children, and I really can't get out of here. I am at ease with everything at home, but I am a little worried about the third child, he is still young, and he has not started a family. Please go home and send a message, I really want him to let him come here to see me. At this point, I couldn't stop crying.

The neighbor comforted and said with confidence: "Brother, don't worry, this letter will definitely be delivered." He would be glad to know you're still alive! Usually the most painful and dearest person for you is the third child, and he will definitely come to see you. After that, Huan Huanxi left Henan and returned to his hometown.

Wang Lao's only three sons have now grown into stout men. They heard from the villagers that their father was not only alive, but also living quite well, and they didn't believe it at first, but it had been three years, and there was no letter at all, why did the letter suddenly come? How did he come over in the past few years...... Thinking about it again, the neighbor said it vividly, and he still lived there

For a few days, maybe it won't be fake.

After thinking about it, the third child decided to go in person. So he got into the carriage, hurried on the road, and went straight to Henan.

The old man trekked through mountains and rivers, tired and hurried, this day he came to a place where he was not in front of the village and not by the store in the back, his throat was so dry that he was about to smoke, where to find a bowl of water to drink? At first, he kept swallowing sleep foam into his stomach, but then he didn't even have sleep foam, sticky chirping, and the more he swallowed, the more thirsty he became, and finally he was so thirsty that he didn't even have the strength to shout at the animals.

Suddenly, he found that there was a village in front of him, and he couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, and suddenly came to his senses. He hurriedly drove to the front, and saw that it was a temple, and the temple shed had three gilded characters on the door of the temple, "Fuyou Temple".

The third child was about to come forward and knock on the door, only to hear the sound of "squeak-", a monk came out of the opening of the temple door, and said to the third child: "Amitabha, the king is the benefactor, the poor monk is polite." Master Jingkong of my family ordered me to wait for you for a long time, and invite the king to come to the temple for tea. ”

When the third child heard this, he was shocked and said, "Huh? Master, how do you know that my surname is Wang? Why did Master Jingkong ask you to wait for me? How did he know that I was coming today? As soon as the words fell, I saw an old monk who was over the age of ten years and came all the way with a smile: "Hahahaha! Wang Shizhu worked hard all the way. Not only did he know that you were here, but he also knew why you were here. Come! Please ask the donor to go to the temple for a rest and then it's not too late. ”

The third child was full of doubts and entered the temple with Jingkong.

The two of them sat down, the little novice brought the tea, and the third child was not humble, picked up the bowl and drank three bowls in a row, then wiped his mouth, took a breath and said: "Thanks to the kindness of the master, the junior is here to thank you." ”

Jingkong smiled and waved his hand: "You don't have to be polite. After that, he stared at the third child with both eyes, and the third child was at a loss and panicked. He was just about to open his mouth, but he only heard Jingkong say: "Donor, the old man looks at your complexion is not good, Yintang is dark, I am afraid that there will be disasters in the near future, you are going to be more auspicious and less wow!" ”

"Huh? Everything points to disaster? Where do you start?! The third asked suspiciously.

"Let me ask you, three years ago, what happened after your father's death, do you remember?" The third nodded.

Jingkong asked again: "Have you ever found your father's body?" ”

The third child shook his head.

"From that night on, your father's body came to Henan, opened a shop, made a fortune in trading, and continued his step-room. Now that everything is going well, he is only angry that you are still alive in the world, and he always wants to kill you, but he has no chance to take advantage of it. At this moment, your neighbor came to see him, and he laid a net for you to cast yourself. He thinks that you are false, but revenge is true. ”

When the third child heard this, he shook his head again and again: "No, no!" There are three of us brothers, and my father is the closest and most painful to me, so what is my enmity with me?! ”

"Hatred, it's that he 'tricked the corpse' to attack you three years ago, and you are still alive in the world, but he is still a ghost."

"The neighbors said that my father ran away on a rainy night three years ago, and he was rescued by a Shinto, so that he could come back to life and go to Henan to do business, how could he be a ghost?"

"The king doesn't believe what the old man said, and when the time comes, you can secretly ask your stepmother how she is doing when you share the bed with your father at night, and you will know that what the old man said is true."

"In that case, I'm going home, so why take such a risk?"

"No, no! Your Father knows your nature, and knows that you have come, and if you do not go, you will be harmed by it. ”

"In Master's opinion, what should I do?"

"That's all it takes......

According to the address of the neighbor, the third child really found Wang Laohan.

Wang Laohan let the third child into the house with a smile on his face, and said loudly: "Hey, damn, come out quickly, our third son has come to see us from my hometown!" Hahahaha. ”

At this time, the greasy taste in the third child's heart was like swallowing a fly, and the "father" in front of him was no longer his biological father, but he still had to call him father and his son. As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't wait to tear off the old ghost's painting skin, but at this moment, the sincerity of the Jingkong monk echoed in his ears again: to get along as close as three years ago, not to show a flaw, to act according to the plan, don't be emotional, remember! Remember!

So he suppressed his anger, chatted with Wang Laohan, talked about family affairs, asked about business, and said that farming, that was more hot than the true love between father and son back then.