Seeing Gui Chong's face with shame, Hu Xianxian waved his hand lightly, "Maybe it's God's will." You go to Gaojia Village first, and I'll come later. Today is the Midyear Festival, and I will help you settle this matter. ”

Gui Chong nodded yes, but when he was about to turn around, he paused and looked at Hu Xianxian, he felt that she was a little different, but he couldn't see anything different.

Gui Chongxu left with a stomach full of doubts, and Hu Xianxian also walked out of the city slowly. She is now restored and can fly in the wind, but she still likes to walk and like the true sense of being down-to-earth.

Out of the north gate and through the Zenfukuji Temple, the temple is holding a Bon party, if there seems to be a sound of chanting in a subdued and frustrated manner, you can faintly see the fireworks in the temple.

At this time, it will be late, and people can be seen burning paper money at the forks on the roadside and the barren graves on the edge of the fields. It's just that this scene is a little bleak and desolate, and it is not as solemn and dignified as the puja in the temple.

Hu Xianxian walked to the green wax river, waved his hand to dissipate the strong smell of choking smoke in the air, and thought helplessly: Who said that money is useless if you don't bring it in life, don't bring it in death? The rich ghost and the poor ghost enjoy the difference, the poor ghost is still a poor ghost when he dies.

The water of the Green Wax River is turquoise, reflecting the last touch of cyanopurple twilight on the horizon, and the swaying golden-red firelight, like a magnificent sunset embroidered on green satin.

Hu Xianxian leaned on the bridge railing and looked at the river and was stupid, thinking that the small plantain slope and the big plantain slope on both sides of the river are full of banana forests.

"The cold candle is smokeless and the green wax is dry, and the heart is still cowardly and cold. What is hidden in a book? It will be secretly demolished by the east wind. ”

At this time, it was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and the new leaves of the plantain had been unfolded, and I couldn't see the spring scene of "the heart is still rolling", Hu Xianxian just couldn't help but chant this poem.

As she was chanting, a thin man staggered by, and the smell of wine all over his body made Hu Xianxian's eyes cold.

When Hu Xianxian looked at him carefully, he recognized him as Ma Shuo, and he had seen him at the poetry competition held by Duan Mengrou.

As he walked, he muttered, "Cold smoke...... Green Wax ...... Tears don't dry, the hot summer sun ...... The soul is still cold......"

"I won't forget...... When he ...... off the bridge, he almost fell, held on to the railing to stabilize himself, and burped before continuing to read: "A little knot...... Solve the problem! ”

Hu Xianxian looked at the banana forests on both sides of the strait and followed, "Ma Gongzi, this poem is meaningful. ”

Ma Shuo glanced at her with half-squinted drunken eyes, "This poem is meaningful, but what does it matter to you?" “

Hu Xianxian felt that the meaning of this poem was strange, but he couldn't say the reason for his question, so he stood so blankly.

Ma Shuo sneered a few times, shook his head and said, "It's Halloween, don't you know?" Fast...... Let's go home...... Little girl, don't come out and walk around, be careful of bumping into ghost ......"

"What's so scary about ghosts? I ask you what is the meaning of this poem? ”

"What does it mean? You ask me, I ask who goes? I didn't write it. ”

"You didn't write it?"

"It was written by Cheng Daochang, who lived with me in Yizhuang...... Alas, living in Yizhuang and the dead are rolling in a heap...... I think my Ma Shuo is only eight buckets high, rich in five cars, and so depressed that I carve tombstones for people to make a living......"

Hu Xianxian saw him walking towards Yizhuang backwards and turns, and thought in a daze: Could the Cheng Daochang he said be Cheng Haofeng? He should go back to the Undersea Sacred Realm, right? How did you live in Yizhuang?

There are a lot of ghosts floating tonight, but Hu Xianxian and Ma Shuo are walking on their own, without any fear. With Hu Xianxian's cultivation, the ghost was afraid of her, and Ma Shuo's body was full of positive yang qi, and the ghost was far away when he saw him.

Dabashopo is a dirt mountain, stretching for several miles, and next to the slope is Goujia Village. The harvest of fruit trees planted on the mountain is okay, and the people in Goujia Village are still living well.

The small plantain slope is a rocky mountain, higher and more towering than the big plantain slope, because the slope shape is steep, covering an area of only about one mile, it can only be called the "small" plantain slope. This slope is like a big iron cone and pestle next to Majia Village, the mountain is full of stones, and it is impossible to plant any crops, and the people of Majia Village are living a very hard life.

As for Gaojia Village, which is sandwiched between Xiaobajiaopo and Qinglong Mountain, it was even poorer that day. The poor days have created the fierce folk customs of Gaojia Village, but what is the reason for the fierce ghost style of Gaojia Village?

After passing through the Yizhuang in the shade of Xiaobashopo, Hu Xianxian also followed in after seeing Ma Shuo enter the hospital. Ma Shuo ignored her, there was nothing to salivate here, she would follow her if she wanted.

Unlike the rancid smell in other places, there is only a faint smell of mud and grass ash. Yizhuang is a ruler-shaped arrangement of seven houses, the middle main house of the horizontal three rooms is dedicated to Zhong Kui, the left one is a place of worship for burning money and paper and some funeral supplies, and the right one is a small hall for guests to rest.

People who have never been to Yizhuang will think that there are dead bodies parked inside, but they don't know that there is also such a neat and tidy small hall. Yizhuang is the place where the free mortuary is used to do the funeral, and the fees used to do these things are donated by the local wealthy families, and the dead are not all lonely and widowed people who have no one to bury, and there are some outsiders who died unexpectedly. The role of this small hall is to receive rich servants who come to donate money, or family members of the deceased who come to identify the body.

At this moment, there was an oil lamp in the small hall, and two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, were crying and crying to a blue-robed Taoist. The blue-robed Taoist was Cheng Haofeng, he had an impatient look on his face, and when he saw Hu Xianxian, he stared at her in a daze and then withdrew his gaze. Hu Xianxian glanced at him obliquely, and then looked at the four rooms in the vertical row.

She heard Cheng Haofeng say to Ma Shuo: "Ma Shuo, you sober up quickly, these two guests from Yuezhou still have a lot of things to explain." ”

Hu Xianxian heard a retching sound coming from the corner hut next to the small hall, and the clanging of copper basins and the clattering of water. She didn't know how Ma Shuo was sobering herself up, but she could see that this room should be the temporary residence for him and Cheng Haofeng.

The other three rooms were closed, and they didn't want to know where the mortuaries were. Hu Xianxian looked at the three rooms suspiciously, and she saw that there were ghosts in them.

She could feel that these "ghosts" were the souls of the corpses where they stopped, how could this be? After death, the soul leaves the body, and it is impossible to stay in the world for a long time unless the soul is refined with special techniques. So, there is nothing terrible about mass graves, just burial places, and the ghosts are all in the underworld.

The souls of these corpses still do not wander around the body, either they are not dead at all, but they have fainted; Either he died horizontally, and he didn't know that he was dead after death, and the underworld couldn't verify that the person was dead. In the second case, someone is deliberately causing it.

Hu Xianxian frowned, she wanted to push open the door, she wanted to see what was going on with these people. It's very unlikely that these people just fainted, but what the hell is it that would make them like this, and for what purpose?