The night is as thick as ink, a cold moon, and the frost falls silently on the withered grass.

Outside the Heavenly Master's Mansion, on the path at the foot of Longhu Mountain, the figures in a hurry were tightly wrapped in not too thick clothes, and they seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with this clamy and cold night.

"Brother, let's just go back like this, it's a thousand miles from Qiannan to Jiangxi, let's just go back, we're sorry for the dead!"

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, with her hand gently shaking a string of silver bells tied to the ends of her hair, padding her feet, a little unwilling, asked if there was a match or not.

"My sister, what do you want, that kid from Taiyizong, let's not mess with it! I didn't plan to do anything when I came to the Heavenly Master's Mansion this time, so I couldn't go back with bad luck! ”

The person who walked in front replied very neatly, turned his head, raised his hand and pointed to the girl's nose and counted: "I told you a long time ago, the south is much colder than ours, don't you believe it, who is dressed so well?" ”

The girl smiled and put her face on it, a little embarrassed: "It's the first time you go out, so naturally you have to be beautiful......

The man glanced at him with disgust: "Oh, I understand, Si Chun'er?" No one in the village dares to ask you, come out and bring disaster to others, hey, you can get married quickly, whoever marries you, our parents have to burn incense and offer it! ”

was broken by a word, the girl blushed angrily, and took her hand to twist the man's arm: "Bu Xi Huaiwen, you are dead!" ”

……

Since Mr. Shen Congwen wrote an article about Xiangxi, Gu poison, chasing corpses, and falling into the cave have become the representatives of the three evils in Xiangxi.

The Miao village surnames in Xiangxi are roughly divided into two kinds, the original surname and the Han surname.

In the past, the Miao people did not have a written record of their own surname, and the government of all dynasties took the Han surname as the standard for passing, so the Miao people took the Han surname with Chinese characters, so there was a distinction between the original surname and the Han surname, so that the descendants only knew that there was a Han surname, but did not know that there was a Miao surname.

And most of the old families whose inheritance is still continuing are still commensurate with their own surnames.

Miao Bu Xi, Han surname Zhang.

Naively cold.

The girl was fooling around for a while, and then she was quiet, just inhaling her reddish nose from the cold.

Bu Xi Huaiwen saw that his stupid girl was pitifully frozen, so he took off his shirt.

The girl snorted coquettishly, and slapped Bu Xi Huaiwen with her long sleeves: "Brother, I don't think you dare to mess with that surnamed Leng!" ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen shrugged his shoulders: "The Yang Judgment Pen is of course of great benefit to my inheritance of the corpse lineage, but ah, it doesn't mean that without the Yang Judgment Pen, I can't live without the corpse lineage, if I can't get it, I don't have to force it!" Sister, the name of our corpse chaser is not good, and it is even frightening, and the world has always ranked us as one of the three evils in Xiangxi. However, it doesn't matter what outsiders think of us, but if even we see ourselves like this, then we will really never be able to get rid of this evil word! ”

On the road at night, jackdaws flew by.

The girl giggled and said, "You just don't have big ambitions!" You're just lazy! You're just cowardly! ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen tilted his head and thought about it, and nodded approvingly: "It's still my own sister who understands me!" ”

The girl smiled wickedly and said, "Bah, you're so thick-skinned! ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen subconsciously touched his frozen and somewhat stiff cheeks: "Come to Longhu Mountain, in fact, I don't judge the pen for that yang, sister, do you know the source of our corpse lineage?" ”

"It is recorded in the myth that thousands of years ago, our ancestor Chi You led his troops to fight the enemy by the Yellow River, in order to send the corpses of the brothers killed in the war back to his hometown, so he ordered the military division to dress up as his own appearance, pray to the gods with charms, and the corpses on the ground stand up......"

The girl thought for a moment and said word by word.

Bu Xi Huaiwen shook his head and smiled: "This is just some illusory legends, what is really recorded for the corpse drive originated in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and the strange thing is that the inheritance of our Bu Xi clan can only be traced back to the middle of the Qing Dynasty...... Before that, there was only one vein in the world, and there was no vein of chasing corpses! ”

Speaking of this, Bu Xi Huaiwen smashed the corners of his mouth: "The corpse practice is a real evil art, much more powerful than us, and it is extremely vicious for the world, but what is the relationship between us and this vein, and what happened in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, no one knows!" And a few years ago, all the corpses died in Lao Linzi, the one surnamed Leng, he was a plague god, let's still provoke him! Besides, even if we get the Yang Judgment Pen in our hands, it won't be useful......"

The girl was stunned: "Why is it useless?" ”

Bu Xihuaiwen was a little depressed and pointed to the big sign on the stone wall not far away: "Look for yourself!" ”

Looking at his brother's gaze, under the moonlight, he could vaguely make out the crooked white lacquer characters:

Break the bad habit of thousand-year-old feudal burial, advocate cremation, and establish a new style of contemporary civilized funeral - the slogan of the funeral reform propaganda brigade.

Seeing this, the girl sighed like a deflated ball: "Yes, when a person dies, get a small crockpot and leave as soon as it is filled, it is very convenient...... It's getting harder and harder to do business......"

pursed her lips, and the girl shook the silver bell at the end of her hair again, and dragged Bu Xi Huaiwen's arm: "Brother, let's go back to farming......

The night is getting deeper.

The frost is also getting heavier.

When you get out of the mountain, you have to cross a large wild jujube forest at the foot of the mountain.

There is always a time when the words are finished, and walking at night is not an uncommon thing for the Bu Xi Huaiwen brothers and sisters.

When he was about to walk out of the woods, someone suddenly rushed over, stabbed the brother and sister, and then sat on the ground.

The people on the ground woke up suddenly, and got up, muttering haha in their mouths, and apologized one after another: "Amitabha, little monk...... The little monk fell asleep unconsciously, and made amends to the two benefactors......"

The girl pinched her waist and was about to get angry, when the silver-white moonlight sprinkled down the mottled dead branches, the fire that had just risen suddenly dispersed, pursed her lips and shook the silver bell at the end of her hair, and her voice was as good as the bell: "Don't tight, don't tight, little monk, you can fall asleep when you walk, what if you hit the tree......"

It is indeed a young little monk, hearing this, the little monk probably also made up the picture in his brain, it will definitely hurt, he rubbed his forehead unconsciously, and finally, he ran away with his head down and his buttocks.

It wasn't until the little monk ran away for his life that the girl withdrew her gaze: "Oh, what a beautiful little monk, she looks better than a woman's family......"

Bu Xi Huaiwen, who heard this, was covered in chicken blood, dragging his sister-in-law and pulling her head out of the jujube forest, her face was hot, and her mouth was broken: "Go back, let my father and mother quickly tell you a family matter, let's go, don't look at it, sister, people are monks with rules and regulations, we can't cause trouble to others......"