There are inns in the world for the living, and naturally there are also for the dead.

The living do not enter the underworld, because there is a taboo. Second, where the dead are parked, some grotesque things will inevitably come out.

From the chaos of the warlords to the time when the Japanese devils invaded China, the whole of China could not find a person who could uphold justice for the people.

Devils kill people, and bandits also kill people, so when people can't survive anymore, those sneaky demons who usually sound terrible are much kinder than the devil bandits.

Therefore, pushing up for a few decades, a place like Yizhuang has become a refuge for many ordinary people who can't survive in the troubled times, and most of the bizarre stories that happened in Yizhuang have been passed down from generation to generation from the mouths of the refugees at that time.

Later, when it was time to suppress the bandits, the bandits who also had no way to live naturally occupied these dead people's dens again, and the gods and ghosts became their talismans, stirring up some strange things to come out, so that passers-by did not dare to explore it, so this kind of place, through the word of mouth of passers-by, became more and more mysterious.

When the bandits were also cleared up, this kind of place, gradually became really unpopular, only some broken walls, fallen leaves all over the ground, occasionally recalled those words that had permeated this place, and in the end, even such words gradually disappeared with time......

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The little monk was very cold, and the monk's robe seemed to be wet with the dew of the night, and it was damp and sticking to his body, which was very uncomfortable.

Because of the mountain road, when the moon shines down, the mist that fills the mountain stream will set off the night to a semi-hazy blue-white, which makes it impossible to tell whether you are still alive or not.

The way of the sun, the road of the underworld, the sinners.

As usual, he clasped his palms together and muttered nonsense to his surroundings, and when he first came to your place, he plunged headlong into the half-collapsed gate, and he didn't even have time to look closely at what was written on the broken door plaque that hung obliquely from the cobwebs.

The spider web is very annoying, and after passing the gate, he staggered and kicked over some messy branches and planks, and scratched his ears and cheeks on the spot to pull the spider webs on his face, the spider silk was too thin to pull, and it would be blown into his mouth by the wind as soon as he pulled it, and there was a smell of rotten dust.

Standing still, I couldn't help but be stunned, the house here should have been built in a very hasty way, and it was also extremely simple, one side leaned against the mountain, and a wall was saved, but in this way, the grass and trees in the empty yard were extremely vigorous, and with the moisture, the moss easily covered the scattered stones at the base of the wall.

The house on the wood and under the stone is obviously a little old.

Wufu wiped away the condensed water vapor on his skull, poked his head out, and carefully looked at the symbols painted on the wall, some could understand, some looked familiar, but he didn't know what it meant.

There are a lot of rooms, two floors up and down, but on the door of each room, is a mottled yin and yang fish pattern, old, black and white is not very clear, the pattern is written on the traditional Ling, Zhen, or painted what "Fire Horse General...... and so on.

Wufu hugged the prayer basket tightly, casually slammed open a door with his shoulder, just half of his body entered, he jumped on his feet and hurried out, the moon shone in, and the coffin board was scattered all over the ground, and some coffin boards were engraved with some words that had been blurred, which should be the name left for identification when the dead were placed.

When I got out of the house, I froze again, I didn't know whether I was going or staying, I could only keep my head down and read the Sutra of the Past Life in my mouth......

In the middle room, there was a bright fire, and Wuyu remembered very clearly that when he came, there was not even a shadow of a person.

The fire was not too bright, but at this moment, it was particularly out of place.

Monks should not be overly afraid of these sneaky things, and they recited a few words of the Sutra of Death without vain, but their bodies were slowly leaning on the mountain road outside, and they didn't like these things.

But I never thought that the door that was shining through the fire opened, and a torch was stretched out first, and then a person stood out, and a pair of eyes reflecting the flames stared at Wufu brightly, and when he saw Wufu clearly, his eyes revealed a bit of joy and laughter, and he teased and said: "You stinky monk who is full of killing, why are you scared when you see a few coffins today?" ”

Wufu lowered his head, chewed on these words repeatedly for a long time, and felt that the person who spoke should be a living person, and the apprehension in his heart eased a lot, and he felt that this voice was unusually familiar.

When he looked up, his innocent and delicate eyebrows were raised high, and he said in surprise: "Huai...... Lord Wynven, why are you here! I went to your village early this morning, but I couldn't get in, and I couldn't worry about the safety of Miss Buxi, so it's good that I met you here! ”

The man was stunned, with a look of dazedness in his eyes, and a flash of loneliness, and only smiled bitterly: "Come in!"

Without hesitation, he hurriedly entered the door with the prayer basket on his back.

It was a mess inside, but it was unusually clean in comparison, and when he put down the prayer basket and sat on it, there was already a fire in the room.

When a pot of wine and half a cooked goose were handed over to him, Wuyu's face became frightened, and his head shook like a rattle: "Master Huaiwen, don't make fun of the little monk!" ”

Under the firelight, those eyes stared at Wufu for a long time, their expressions changed, extremely complicated, and finally slowly withdrew their hands, chuckled, and said to themselves: "Heh, Lord Huaiwen?" If Xiao Changqing knew that the bald donkey, who used to shout and kill all day long, and always called us two cinnabar dog thieves and Changqing god sticks when he opened his mouth, he learned to call people donors, and he didn't laugh off his big teeth? It's weird, you don't even eat roast goose, you don't drink wine anymore, you are becoming more and more like a monk in your life! ”

Wufu didn't understand these words, but just twisted and pinched a stick, took off the damp monk's robe and put it on top of it to prepare to dry.

Bu Xi Huaiwen ate the roast goose, and kicked him vaguely: "You really don't want to eat it?"

He recited Amitabha Buddha in a low voice, and then replied a little timidly: "Is Miss Buxi okay?" Brother Huaiwen, why don't you go back to where you live in the village? ”

Bu Xihuaiwen snorted perfunctorily, and said: "It's not suitable for me to go back to the village at this time, besides, this was also where I lived, come back and see, what's so strange!" Vajra monk, I would like to ask you, what are you doing here? ”

Wufu looked left and right, and made sure that there was no one else, so Wufu hesitated and said: "Donor, the little monk is not vain, not a Vajra monk, you are afraid that you are calling it wrong!" Moreover, didn't you ask me to send Miss Buxi back, there was some accident on the way......"

Without waiting for Wufu to finish speaking, Bu Xi Huaiwen snorted coldly, threw away the roast goose, and took Wufu's collar, and strode out of the door, walked a few steps, kicked over a door, and stepped on the bones and slag full of holes like branches on the side of the coffin board without reverence, bypassed the room, and a staircase appeared.

Seeing Wufu chattering endlessly to the dry bones on the ground with awe and guilt on his face, Bu Xi Huaiwen snorted lightly, pulled Wufu over, and said: "Look at the blood remaining on the bones, it's either a bandit or a robber, what are you doing chanting for them, it's clean when you're dead, you come with me!" ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen stepped on the creaking wooden ladder and stopped at a small compartment upstairs full of the smell of rotten wood.

Bu Xi Huaiwen stopped, but his eyes turned red first, and he looked at Wu Yu: "King Kong monk, you still know this tower!" ”

This thing, he does know it, to be exact, as long as it is a person in the Buddhist gate, he should recognize this thing, this is a pagoda, also known as a pagoda, a floating tu, a square tomb, a round mound, the earliest Buddhism was used to worship and place relics, scriptures, and various legal objects......

Wuyu's face was solemn: "This pagoda is in this desolate place, but it is well preserved, which is really rare!" ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen's expression became cold: "Those who dare to move this pagoda are all dead, where do you think those dry bones below came from?" ”

When he spoke, he saw that the monk was pouting his butt and bowing to the pagoda, Bu Xi Huaiwen kicked over the monk again and scolded: "Okay, you Vajra monk, worship yourself what to do!" ”