In the middle of summer, in the early morning, in front of the Qianyuan Temple of Maoshan Mountain, a young man about twenty years old, facing the east, sat cross-legged.

"Ye Zhiqiu, such a big person, don't play with urine mud anymore!" A sloppy old man came out of the door, shouting at the young man.

"Master, I'm not playing with pee, I'm meditating and practicing." The young man didn't look back, and said calmly.

"Practice? I see you're either playing with pee or jerking off! Lao Dao snorted heavily.

"Master, do you have any common sense? Playing with urine sludge is to move with both hands, and masturbation is a one-handed fast frequency and repeated mechanical movement. I'm sitting here motionless, how can I be playing with urine or jerturing? I'm really practicing! ”

Ye Zhiqiu put away the mobile phone on his lap, said goodbye to Teacher Cang on the screen, stood up, and looked back at Master.

"Look at your flushed face, uncertain breathing, dilated eyes, and six impure colors inside, you must be masturbating in a fancy way!" Lao Dao glared at Ye Zhiqiu, suddenly sighed, and said: "Alas, you have followed me to learn art for ten years, and now, the fate of you and I as master and apprentice has ended." Zhiqiu, take your things and go down the mountain. ”

"Huh? Master, you let me go down the mountain? Ye Zhiqiu's eyes lit up.

"Alas......" Lao Dao sighed again, turned around, and said with infinite emotion:

"As a teacher, I also know that you are reluctant to leave, but the moon is cloudy and sunny, people have joys and sorrows, and there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed...... Zhiqiu, if you miss Master, you ......"

But in the time when the old Tao sighed, Ye Zhiqiu had already jumped back to the gate like a rabbit, and jumped back with a package, shouting: "Master, goodbye, goodbye!" ”

After that, Ye Zhiqiu was like an arrow from the string, rushing down the mountain.

"Hey, you stinky boy, before the master finished speaking, you left?!" The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared!

"If you haven't finished speaking, Master will give me your dreams in the future. I've been imprisoned by you on this mountain for ten years, and today I can finally go home! Ye Zhiqiu rushed away without looking back.

Rushing down the mountainside in one breath, Ye Zhiqiu stopped, looked back at the direction of the main peak of Maoshan Mountain, opened his mouth, and let out a long roar!

For ten years, Ye Zhiqiu has never left Maoshan for half a step, and today he can finally go down the mountain, and the excitement in his heart can be imagined!

After the long howl, Ye Zhiqiu was in good spirits, his feet were windy, and he continued to move forward.

Ye Zhiqiu's hometown is in the Langya Mountains of eastern Anhui, hundreds of kilometers away from Maoshan Mountain.

After three car transfers, ten hours of driving, in the evening, Ye Zhiqiu stood on the land of his hometown.

There is a very old-fashioned name in my hometown, called Chen Archway. I don't know which dynasty and which generation, there was a Zhenlie woman surnamed Chen here, so there was this village name, which has been used to this day.

The hometown in my impression is similar to what I see in front of me, that is, the gravel road has become a cement road, and there are more buildings on the roadside, and it is more foreign. There is also the fact that women's clothes are getting shorter and tighter, and they look more eye-catching and attractive.

Follow the cement road to the end, turn south, and half a mile away in front of you is Chen Pai Fang Village.

At the westernmost end of the Chen archway, the lonely three-room tile house is the old house of Ye Zhiqiu's family.

It was already evening, and in the twilight it looked lifeless, desolate and desolate.

Ye Zhiqiu sighed, quickened his pace, and walked forward.

But Ye Zhiqiu did not go home, but walked to the field in front of the village.

He burrowed into a cornfield more than a man high, found a place to sit, and silently reflected on the past.

It wasn't until it was dark that Ye Zhiqiu came out of the cornfield and quietly walked to his door.

There were no lights, no movement, not even the sound of dogs barking.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that his grandfather lived alone, and he should have slept at this time.

Coming to the wall on the west side, Ye Zhiqiu climbed over the wall, found a shovel from the yard, climbed over the wall again, and walked to the field in front of the village again.

Directly south of Ye Zhiqiu's house, across a pond, a mile away, there is a lonely grave.

In this grave, a girl from the village, Tan Simei, is buried.

Ten years ago, Tan Simei committed suicide by poisoning at the age of eighteen and died in front of Ye Zhiqiu's house.

Ye Zhiqiu came to the grave, bowed with his palms together, and said:

"Sister Simei, you died unexplained ten years ago, and you didn't have a grudge in your heart, so you made a haunt and harmed me. forced me to go far to Maoshan to avoid trouble, and stayed for ten years. I'm back today, and I'll help you get out of this grievance in your heart, so that you can repay your grievances and revenge! ”

After that, Ye Zhiqiu lifted the shovel in his hand and dug it in the middle of the grave.

"Hehe, hehehehe......"

Ye Zhiqiu had just dug up three shovels of soil, and there was a woman's laughter in the grave, which was clearly audible!

At the same time, a cloudy wind swept in, swirling along the grave, whining and whispering, blowing the blades of grass flying.

Ye Zhiqiu paused digging graves, listened attentively for a while, and sighed: "Sister Simei, you have been a ghost for ten years, and you don't know the changes outside, so you can't say hehe now." I chatted with a little beauty on the Internet, and I posted a sentence hehe, and people blocked me! ”

"Hehe, hehe, hehe......"

The things in the tomb seemed to be deliberately against Ye Zhiqiu, and they let out a series of hehehe!

"I like to laugh, right, I'll dig you out and make you laugh enough!" Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and continued to dig the grave.

Ten years of graves are considered old graves, and the soil at the head of the grave is compacted, and it is quite laborious to dig up.

Fortunately, Ye Zhiqiu had the strength, and after seven or eight minutes, he had already dug up the grave.

In the process of Ye Zhiqiu's grave digging, the sound of hehe in the grave has been intermittent and has never been stopped.

Under the faint moonlight, a whiteboard coffin appeared in front of Ye Zhiqiu's eyes.

There is a local custom that only when the old man dies will the coffin used be painted with red paint.

A person like Tan Simei who died horizontally can only use a whiteboard coffin.

When the coffin was completely exposed, the strange sound just now actually stopped, and the swirling yin wind disappeared at the same time, and there was silence all around.

Ye Zhiqiu looked around, bent down, plunged the shovel blade into the gap in the coffin lid, and slowly pried it hard.

This coffin is not thick, it has been pried around by Ye Zhiqiu a few times, and the coffin lid has been loosened.

Ye Zhiqiu exerted his strength again, and with a squeak, the small head of the coffin lid was completely pried up.

"Master said that prying the coffin should start from a small beginning, if you start from a big head, it will not be fun to be sprayed by zombies in one go......" Ye Zhiqiu lost the shovel, stood behind the coffin, and slammed the coffin lid!

The lid of the coffin was lifted and thrown aside.

Ye Zhiqiu exhaled, calmed down, and leaned over to look.

After just one glance, Ye Zhiqiu immediately averted his gaze and said in a low voice, "Sin, sin, sin...... No wonder Sister Simei is haunted, sure enough, there is an arrangement in the coffin, and it is difficult to get angry! ”