There is a saying: under the high wall, the shadows are swaying, and the birds are silent; The crack in the door is dripping with ink, and it is difficult to distinguish between gods and ghosts.

Yan Dixia saw that the courtyard wall built of blue bricks was far higher than the house next to it, and the wall was full of iron spear tips, it was difficult to climb in, the outer door was closed, and the gap was inside, except for the bloody gas tumbling out, there was no midnight light.

He walked along the courtyard wall, only to find that this is the back door, the front door is a dilapidated Taoist temple, in front of the door is a dilapidated Taoist temple, in front of the door there is a copper tripod of burning incense, it is obvious that there are no pilgrims for a long time, the moonlight is bright, you can see that there is still the rain of the day before yesterday in the ding, mosquitoes and flies.

The plaque was nowhere to be found, the vermilion paint of the gate was peeling off, Yan Indixia thought for a while, stretched out her hand and slapped the cymbals of the beast ring door, but no one answered, he feigned anger and said: "Since there is no Taoist priest in it, see if I don't smash the door." He turned around to move the stones, but the door suddenly opened, and the oil lamp was as bright as a bean, and a man stood in the darkness behind the lamp, looking at him expressionlessly, and his voice was gloomy: "What is the matter with the donor?" ”

Yan Dixia sang a promise: "I am a distant countryman, passing through here, the road is lost in the dark, I want to find a place to stay, and I hope that the Taoist will take me in." ”

The chief was quite impatient: "There is no empty space in the view, you go half a mile further, and there is an inn for you to stay." "When the voice falls, the door will be closed.

Yan Dixia stepped into the threshold with a quick hand, and shouted loudly: "I am exhausted after walking all day, and there is no silver in my pocket, the monks are merciful, what if I stay for a night, there is no empty place is not tight, and the bullpen and stable can also deal with it overnight!" ”

The chief glared at him fiercely, as if he didn't want to be messed with him anymore, opened the door, Yan Dixia thanked him, and walked inside, unexpectedly seeing the lower half of his robe and cloth shoes covered with clay, one by one mud print.

However, after more than ten steps to a room, he crunched, and the Taoist chief gave him the oil lamp in his hand, and said coldly: "You deal with it all night here, don't run around, otherwise your life will be lost." When he finished speaking, he left.

Yan Indixia raised the lamp to shine around, the cobwebs on the beams of the house climbed the cage, the desktop rat dung was sprinkled indiscriminately, the lamp oil in the lamp was dried up, and the flying insects in the window lattice were dirty. He caught a glimpse of a figure, thinking that the chief couldn't let go of his heart, so he hid in the dark and observed, so he didn't show it, blew out the oil lamp, and didn't care about the dirty bed, and lay down until he fell asleep.

Yan Indixia a carp stiffened, rushed to the door and gently pulled a crack and flashed out, flashed into the main hall by the moonlight along the corridor, enshrined the three Sanqing Dao ancestors, but saw the golden body color clothes peeling off, the cigarette smoke in the furnace was exhausted, the eaves arch bucket was even more dilapidated, he only felt desolate, he didn't stay much, and then went to the back of the hall, the taste became more and more intense, it is not an exaggeration to compare the bloody wind and rain, it is an autumn leaf-style cave door, there are fireflies in it, accompanied by the sound of talking.

He jumped up and stepped on the top of the cave door and kicked again, and nestled between the branches of an old tree, pulling the leaves to cover his whole body.

Listen to the sermon and ask, "What sound?" After a pause, the voice of the shopkeeper Fan came: "The sound of the wind sweeping the leaves." Then he asked, "Who is coming?" ”

The Taoist said: "A boy who stays in the house is not to be afraid. ”

Yan Indixia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked down, her expression changed greatly, the backyard was very wide, except for this old tree, there were no flowers and trees, even an inch of grass did not grow, only a few arches like a hill of the grave, and there was no monument.

And it was not only the Taoist chief and the shopkeeper Fan, but also the other three wearing black robes and digging one of the graves with shovels in their hands.

Listening to the long word: "The last trip is the last piece, these are some years old, if the blood is not soaked in the jade heart, it can't be given to you." ”

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