There is a saying: "There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't force it." "Everything that a person experiences from birth to death is related to this life.

Some people have a good life, they are born with smooth sailing, and their families are wealthy. Some people have poor lives, they will be unlucky from birth, not to mention suffering and suffering, and when they are old, they will not even have the place to stand. If you talk about numerology, it is the sin in the past life and the suffering in this life, and the accumulation of virtue in the past life and the blessing in this life. To put it bluntly, the road is chosen by oneself, and it is also taken by oneself, and the fate is the same.

My surname is Li Dan Yiyan, because I am the only boy in my family, according to the ancestral teachings left in my family, when there is only one male in a certain generation in our family, we should be named Yan. Actually, I'm not interested in this name, Li Yan, just hearing this name already feels very earthy. It's not like Xiaoxuan, Mo Chen is good.

Okay, let's get down to business, my story has to start with my great-grandfather's generation.

My great-grandfather was born in the late Qing Dynasty, and he was about thirty years old at the time when the story took place, and he had a good wife in the family. My grandfather is a very kind person and can speak well. Not only is his mind flexible, but he also knows some martial arts (martial arts). Very early on, he drove a horse-drawn carriage alone to do a fur business outside the mouth. (Outside the mouth is a dialect, probably Zhangjiakou and Inner Mongolia) He has a good reputation and good popularity, and his business is getting better and better, getting bigger and bigger. However, no one is good for a thousand days, and no flower is red for a hundred days. When life is good, some people will be red and some people will be jealous.

In the same village as my grandfather, there lived a ruffian named Wang Erlai, who was idle and abducted all day long. He saw that my grandfather's business was doing well and he was honest, so he thought that he would knock on the money if he had the opportunity. I also thought that my grandfather's family has a wife, the family is big, and he eats and drinks spicy food every day, but he himself has eaten the last meal and has not eaten the next meal, he is in his thirties, and his wife has not yet asked for one, and the jealousy in his heart is even more intense. Day after day, year after year, the jealousy, coupled with the fact that my grandfather was unwilling to deal with him on weekdays, fell into his face, and the jealousy gradually turned into a strong hatred.

Originally, this Wang Erlai was just a little hooligan, a little scoundrel, and very timid. He doesn't have any skills, so it's not worth mentioning at all. However, his ancestors had big names and his family was generous, but that was also at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. In his generation, except for their family's dilapidated ancestral house, there was no ability to pass down any skills at all. Moreover, the reason why they can leave such an old mansion is because their house is very weird. In the previous generations, there were also people who were poor and sold this old mansion, but the people who bought this old mansion were either crazy or disappeared mysteriously, only their family lived in this old mansion and nothing happened, and over time, this old mansion was passed down. Otherwise, I'm afraid that today's Wang Erlai doesn't even have a place to live.

On this day, Wang Erlai was lying on a rattan chair in the courtyard leisurely basking in the sun, and the sun was shining warmly on his body, feeling very comfortable. He lazy for a moment, snorted, half-squinted, turned around, and was about to change his position. At this moment, a noisy crow sound reached his ears from mid-air. When he looked up, he swept into the old crow's nest in the old locust tree in the courtyard. Immediately scolded and scolded: "You damn old turtle crows, sooner or later, the uncle will open your nest and let you scream!" As soon as he said this, he somehow remembered what his grandfather had told him when he was a child, and an ancestral precept that had been passed down in their family was that they should not destroy the old crow's nest no matter what. Wang Erlai thought to himself, could it be that there is some treasure hidden in the crow's nest? He also often heard the stories of his ancestors tell the stories of the older generation, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was a treasure in this crow's nest. At the moment, my heart was horizontal, and I didn't care if there was any bullshit ancestral training, so I went to the back warehouse and moved a bamboo ladder with a missing leg.

The bamboo ladder squeaked when he stepped on it, looking overwhelmed, but he was very competitive and withstood Wang Erlai's trampling. Don't look at Wang Erlai's lack of shape, this skill is really good, and he climbed under the branch of the crow's nest in three or two clicks.

I saw that this old crow's nest was amazingly big, much larger than it looked from under the tree, and it faintly emitted a smell of bird feces, which almost didn't faint Wang Erlai. If there are people who understand, you can see that this crow's nest is actually built in the style of metaphysical feng shui.

Wang Erlai grabbed the branch on the side with both hands and leaned over to look at the crow's nest.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, I was startled when I saw it, and I was so shocked that I fell directly from the tree. Fortunately, this old locust tree is not very tall, and Wang Erlai is not injured.

"Damn, it hurts me to death." Wang Erlai scolded his mother so hard that he rubbed his buttocks that were broken into eight petals, and the scene he had just seen came to mind. The crow's nest is generally no different from an ordinary bird's nest, high on all sides and low in the middle, but the scale is a little larger. Strange is that it is not an egg but a small black temple the size of a washbasin lying on the nest. The door of the small temple was closed, but there was a miserable white skull on the top of the temple, and a bright red blood mark was dripping from the hollow eye sockets, which looked extremely weird.

Thinking of this, Wang Erlai couldn't help but shudder.

"This thing is a bit cautious, it's a bit evil, I can't go to see it anymore, my life matters!"

"Perhaps, this may be the treasure left by the ancestors, in case it is a treasure, if I don't go up and get it, wouldn't I be sorry for the ancestors"

Wang Erlai, who was scratching his ears and cheeks, was fighting between heaven and man in his heart.

After a long day of entanglement, Wang Erlai's greed finally defeated reason, and he climbed the old locust tree again.

Don't look at Wang Er's obsession with money, but he is still very scared of these ghosts and gods. He first folded his hands and bowed to the small temple three times, and then whispered in his mouth: "The ancestors are above, and the unfilial descendants of Wang Erlai are almost unable to eat now, I hope that the ancestors will bless you a lot, bless a lot, there is no wonder." "This Wang Erlai still thinks this is their grave!

After muttering a few words, he reached out and took the small temple out of the bird's nest, and the moment he picked up the small temple, two green ghost fires appeared in the eye sockets of the skull on the top of the temple, but Wang Erlai, who was mortal with the naked eye, did not notice anything abnormal. He carefully checked the crow's nest again for anything, and then slipped down the tree. Then he hurriedly closed the door and ran into the hall with the small temple in his arms.

Wang Erlai calmed his panting chest, and then took a closer look at this small black temple.

I saw that although this small temple sparrow is small, it is complete, with temple eaves carved with strange beasts, a door carved with strange characters, and a small temple door. There are two ghost-headed knockers on the temple door, revealing a strange smell.

There was also a tadpole text similar to a couplet pasted in front of the door, and Wang Erlai looked at it, but found that he didn't know a word. Strange to say, when he looked at the plaque at the temple gate, four big words suddenly flashed in his mind: Duomu Temple.

Wang Erlai pushed the closed temple door, but found that it was not moving. After looking left and right, I found that this small temple was one, and there was nothing hidden at all. Fiddling with it for a while, still without a clue, he rolled his eyes and thought of a bad idea. I saw him set up a pyre in the middle of the yard, took out the lamp oil left over from the New Year, and sprinkled a few drops on the pyre in distress. He lit the pyre, and set the little temple on the fire. The red flames burned violently, and from time to time there was a crackling explosion. Strangely, as soon as the flames touched the small temple, they parted on their own, and then a whirlwind blew from the bottom of the temple, and the pyres were scattered, and even the flames on them were extinguished. Wang Erlai suddenly came to his senses, and said secretly: "It's strange, this thing is not simple!" If this continued, the method of burning would no longer work, and he began to think about flooding with water. He wrapped the small temple with a cloth, tied one end tightly, tied it with a rope, and took the small temple to the pond behind the village while others were not paying attention. Seeing the spot, he grabbed the rope tightly with one hand and threw the cloth bag into the water with the other. I saw that as soon as the cloth bag was dipped in water, it bounced up and smashed directly into Wang Erlai's head. With a muffled bang, Wang Erlai's head was smashed into a big bag. Seeing all kinds of differences, he felt more and more that this small temple was not simple, and there must be another mystery. So he went home again and found a woodcutter. The sharpness of the end of this firewood knife is sharp, wide, thick and thin, and there is no blood in the killing. Under the sun's rays, the blade of the knife glowed with a faint blue light, which was very cautious.

Wang Erlai held the small temple with his left hand and the firewood knife in his right hand, and slashed at it with a sudden force. Hearing only a miserable scream of "oops", the knife in Wang Erlai's hand slashed impartially on the back of his left hand. Suddenly, blood gushed like a spring, and it flowed down the back of his hand on the small temple.

Zila, zila, there were bursts of smoke coming out of the top of the temple, and the small skulls on it loomed, and their mouths opened and closed as if they were muttering something. There was a huge pain on the back of his hand, as if to remind Wang Erlai that all this was not a dream, but he still stayed where he was. At this time, a ray of blood shot out from the skeleton's eyes and fell straight on Wang Erlai's body, and suddenly, Wang Erlai's facial features were distorted. A murderous thought surged from the bottom of his heart, and he wanted to kill! Kill! Kill! On weekdays, Wang Erlai was very jealous and hated my grandfather, and now his heart is full of murderous thoughts, and the first person who wants to kill is my grandfather. The figure of my grandfather appeared in front of him, and Wang Erlai's eyes instantly turned blood-red, as if he wanted to kill someone.

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