According to the description of the blind man, this ghost monk had no way, first cultivated in Qingyunguan, abandoned the way to become a monk during the war years, traveled all over the north and south of the river with a pair of straw sandals and a dry staff, and overtook the undead.

He is an immortal monk.

Hearing the blind man say this, the image of this ghost monk and the unenlightened man couldn't help but grow tall in my heart.

We searched for several days near Qingyunguan, but unfortunately we didn't meet it.

I said, "Isn't he out of this area?" ”

The blind man said: "Probably not, I heard that he has accumulated yin virtue in this area, after all, this is his hometown, he will not leave, unless, he is reincarnated." ”

I said, "It won't be such a coincidence." ”

The blind man silently calculated in his heart for a while and said: "According to the rumors in the rivers and lakes, he wants to accumulate yin virtue for a few years, according to the time when he died, the day has not yet come, he should still be there." ”

I found another night near Qingyun Mountain.

The next day I let the blind man rest at home, because the blind man is old, the mountains are damp, and he is prone to illness, so he doesn't need to toss with me.

After all, apprenticeship is my own business.

This night, I held a pinch of incense in my hand and came to the vicinity of Qingyun Temple along the mountain road.

Plug one into the sewing wood through the forest.

Qingyunguan is very quiet at night, there is no sound quietly, and the Taoist temple maintains the tradition of lighting incense and candles, no electricity, and the building also retains the style of the Taoist temple of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The night breeze is gentle.

Dark clouds covered the bright moon in the sky, and suddenly it was all black.

Tonight's yin qi is much heavier than usual.

After counting the time, it turns out that today is the first day of the new year.

I turned into a wood, and ten meters away from a stick of incense, I didn't look for it.

The woods were pitch black.

The sound of leaves and insects can't help but make people tremble.

The woods are already heavily shaded, and they are a favorite place for sneaky.

Suddenly, a strange cry came from the depths of the woods.

I was so frightened that the incense fell to the ground, so I quickly picked it up.

It is written in the book of the blind that if there is a strange scream in a certain place in the middle of the night, it is better not to go inside, because there will probably be dirty things inside.

I started to retreat.

Although the first few times I faced the sneaky guys, I escaped death, but I know that it was luck, and I know my strength very well.

But they've all found this place, so why don't you just give up?

Grit your teeth.

In the future, you will have to face two more terrible ghosts, if you are even afraid of lonely ghosts, how to take revenge, how to parents and villagers.

Politeness must be there, though.

I put an incense stick every few meters, on the trees and underground.

Then he took out the paper money from his schoolbag and threw it into the sky, saying: "Ignorant children borrow here, there is a lot of disturbance!" ”

Walk inside while scattering paper money.

As he was about to walk out of the woods, there was a conversation at the foot of the mountain not far away.

When I heard the sound, I saw a group of people, about thirty or forty people, each holding a red candle in their hands, walking up the stone steps up the mountain.

It's only one or two o'clock now, and it's far from the time for morning exercise, not to mention, people who exercise in the morning won't be so weird with candles.

Wrong!

I was shocked, it couldn't be ...... Ghost!

Thinking of this, the cold hairs all over his body stood up uncontrollably.

It won't be such a coincidence!

The candle flame in the darkness emitted a faint light, like a ghost fire in the night, swaying towards the top of the mountain, which made people's scalp tingle.

I suppressed the panic in my heart, no, no!

It is impossible for a ghost to hold a candle in his hand, they are afraid of such things.

To be on the safe side, I still took a spiritistic photo.

There are no anomalies.

All of these people who came up the mountain were people.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but I wondered, why did they carry a candle up the mountain late at night?

I asked one of the aunts, "Auntie, what are you doing here?" ”

The aunt replied, "Asking for marriage? ”

Marriage!

It's the first time I've heard that in the middle of the night, the third watch holds a candle and asks for marriage, so it can't be a ghost marriage.

However, I didn't take the same path they took.

I took out a red candle from my school bag, lit it, and followed them in the crowd.

The further up the hill became, the quieter it became, as if everyone felt this strange silence and didn't dare to speak.

The night wind blew in gusts.

Every time the night breeze blows, I feel my hair stand on end.

Let the mad panic.

I felt that something was wrong, all the people around me were confused, their eyes were wandering, their faces were blue, and it was really scary that the candle flame was still shining on their faces.

I nervously shouted, "Auntie! ”

The aunt who walked in front of me didn't seem to hear me, and continued to walk up mechanically.

I turned to the person behind me again: "Little brother! ”

The young man didn't seem to hear me.

How so?

It was fine just now, but how did it suddenly become like this.

There is a road above, and it is a well-built stone staircase, leading to the top of the mountain, and there is a wooden house at the top of the mountain.

The wooden house is located on the top of the hill and is not at all obtrusive.

It seems to have existed a long time ago.

There was a clear spring on the side of the stone steps, and everyone lined up to take a sip, and after drinking, they picked up the emerald green bamboo pole on the side and knocked it on a stone three times.

Then he followed the road into the hut.

And everyone else was standing still, motionless.

I looked curiously at the cabin, where there was a faint candle light and the figure of the man who had just entered swayed in the window.

My eyes widened.

The window turned out to be a wood-framed paper window, which is a very ancient process, before the widespread use of glass, only the construction before the Republic of China used this kind of window.

How long has this wooden house been.

And the window paper shows no signs of breakage.

It's weird.

I couldn't help but take a look at the cabin with a spiritistic spell, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

But after a minute or two, the man came out of it.

After coming out, I went down the mountain road.

Immediately after that, another person also drank the spring water, and then knocked on the bamboo pole three times and went in.

It also came out a minute or two later.

And so on and so forth.

After about half an hour, it was my turn, and I thought it was safer not to drink the spring water, if there was something in the water.

I only picked up the bamboo pole and knocked it three times.

Then walk towards the wooden house.

The wooden house is in a wood, quite deep, all the way inside, I see wine jars on both sides of the road, the jars are stuffed with red cloth, and yellow charms are pasted.

I've seen this thing in the book that the blind man gave me.

It's called a soul shrine.

To put it bluntly, it's a wine jar, but it's not wine in it, it's a corpse, and inside the talisman is a ghost.

"Why are there so many?"

All the way through, there are soul shrines on both sides of the road.

There are hundreds, to say less.

This thing was popular for a while in the Republic of China, when people were poor and had nowhere to bury when they died, so this method was invented.

But the soul shrine is not an orthodox method of burial after all.

There are big hidden dangers.

It is said that on the day when the tengu eats the moon, the yin energy will flourish, and the ghosts in the soul shrine will absorb the yin energy and turn into powerful ghosts to harm people.

So many soul shrines are stored here, and they should have been collected by a certain onmyoji in the past.

But why don't you dispose of it in time?

Although it is rare for a tengu to eat a day, it happens once in a few years.

It's really irresponsible.

I walked a little further and heard footsteps in the distance, jumping to be exact.

I quickened my pace and chased after me.

I almost scared myself to death when I saw the scene before, and I saw that the people who had entered the house before were lining up in a neat line, jumping forward step by step.

It is written in the book of the blind man that zombies walk by jumping.

And the distance of each step jump is exactly the same.

The distance of a zombie's jump is seven feet six and four.

Wow, wow, wow......

They put their hands flat on the shoulders of the man in front of them, and then jumped forward.

The aunt who was talking to me just now was also in the crowd, but I obviously saw that she had already gone down the mountain, why is she still here?

Did I see her ghost descending the mountain?

I ran over and grabbed her and shouted, "Auntie! Aunt! ”

She didn't respond to my cries in the slightest, and followed the crowd, jumping forward and kicking.

I looked around and found myself in a wood, black and pressing, I couldn't even make out the direction, how could this be, what the hell was going on?

I wanted to escape, but I didn't even know which way to go.

It's the cabin.

I searched around with spiritism, and finally I saw the wooden house again, sitting alone, with a faint candlelight shining in the room. ┄-.