On the way back, Wang Simiao was silent, he looked at the woods hurrying by outside the window, and there was some indescribable melancholy in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he was on Qingling Mountain, when Prajna nodded his eyebrows and let him fall asleep, he seemed to have a long, long dream......

At that time, the village of the goddess was really as Lu Shibai said, surrounded by hundreds of birds in the plane trees, just like an Antai and happy appearance.

Wang Simiao walked into the village from the entrance of the village and looked around, only to feel that his vision was a little blurry, but the scene in front of him could be seen clearly, the children were chasing each other and playing, and even he couldn't help but laugh with him.

But the villagers around him walked one after another, but no one looked at him, and then Wang Simiao suddenly remembered that he was still a ghost even in his dream, and the villagers couldn't see him at all, and he was inevitably lost in his heart.

After walking for more than 20 steps, Wang Simiao noticed that many villagers were carrying baskets and hurriedly walking in the direction behind him.

Curiously, he turned his head and followed the large army, and after walking a few steps, he came to the gate of the temple of the goddess.

At this time, he carefully raised his head to see the temple of the goddess clearly, different from what he saw with his own eyes outside the dream, the incense of the temple at this time was prosperous, the gilt inlaid gold body plaque, the three-legged incense burner placed at the entrance of the temple, the villagers respectfully visited the tribute on the table, and inserted many wrist-wide incense into the incense burner, surrounded by fireworks.

Wang Simiao was crowded in the crowd, no one could see him, and no one could touch him.

The golden body of the goddess stood not far away, under the dazzling sunlight, it was not inferior to the golden body Bodhisattva in the temple, in a trance, Wang Simiao seemed to be able to clearly see that the golden light surrounded by the statue of the goddess was an extremely dazzling and fascinating light.

Before he came back to his senses, there was a sound of gongs and drums behind the temple, all the villagers heard the drums, all knelt on the ground, spread their hands on the left and right, and bowed their heads, Wang Simiao stood in the crowd, and saw the wooden door behind the statue of the goddess slowly pushed open, and the six people carried a sedan chair full of red belts on their shoulders, and the sedan chair was a handsome girl.

At this time, Wang Simiao realized that the goddess worshiped by everyone was the girl in front of her.

But...... If the villagers can see the gods, how can they not see their own ghosts?

Wang Simiao was wondering, and a beggar with shabby clothes and unkempt hair came over next to him.

In the Northeast, beggars are collectively referred to as rice flowers, Wang Simiao turned his head and looked at the beggar in wonder, causing the other party to grin, and when he turned around, the eyes that narrowed with a smile fell on Wang Simiao without any mistakes.

"It's so lively, what do you see me doing?" Hanako asked.

Wang Simiao's expression was stunned, and he was a little caught off guard by the question, so he quickly twisted his head away, but saw the villagers kneeling at his feet.

"Can you see me?"

Hanako smiled, reached out and touched her white and gray beard, and said, "That's nature." ”

"You can see the hell?"

"Sensei is talking about ghosts, there are millions of spirits in the heavens and the earth, and they can't escape my eyes!"

Wang Simiao sneered in disbelief: "What's your name?" ”

The old man looked back and squinted his eyes, and swirled around Wang Simiao's body up and down, left and right, and said for a long time:

"Don't say it, don't say it......" Wang Simiao rolled her eyes, cut her mouth, and heard the old man say:

"I am you, you are me."

In the end, without waiting for Wang Simiao to speak, he turned his head first, mouthed the girl Nunu on the sedan chair, deliberately avoided the question, and said:

"It's not the goddess sitting on the sedan chair, it's just that a long time ago, the goddess did save the villagers of this village, but many years later, the goddess has disappeared. The villagers here have left behind a tradition that celebrates every year on the eve of February 15, and so it does every year. ”

"Then why do you want to worship this girl as a goddess?"

"There is a saying in this village that every year on February 15, the girl born is the reincarnation of the goddess, so the villagers will hold a ceremony to welcome the goddess from the time the girl is born, and then the girl is a veritable goddess......

After saying the word, Hanako lowered her head and sighed heavily, and paused as she reached out to smooth her beard.

When she looked up at the goddess again, there was an extra layer of mist in her cloudy eyes.

Wang Simiao was shocked in her heart, turned her head and looked at it carefully, and was unbelievably sure that the old man was crying!

"What's wrong with you?"

"Every generation of goddesses in the village is not required to work, and from the age of ten they live alone in the temple, without parents or friends. On the fifteenth day of each month, the villagers would bring food or ingredients to the temple, and the goddess would make a living from it. They must be holy, so every year before February 15 there is a medical examination to prevent the priestess from doing anything out of the ordinary. They must not recognize their relatives, so that they can be fair to every villager and not have selfish intentions. The villagers also respectfully call each goddess as Prajna Niangniang. ”

"How do you know that?" Wang Simiao asked.

Hanako looked back at him, grinned on her dry lips, and slowly fell her gaze to the statue of the goddess in front of her.

"Because seven years ago, there was a sudden drought in the village, and there was no harvest for three consecutive years, and the villagers worshiped the goddess day and night, hoping that the gods in heaven could hear their prayers."

But the drought has not been alleviated, before February 15, the examiner went to the temple to check the goddess according to the custom, but she didn't want to, but found out that the goddess was really broken, and she was pregnant with a child. At this time, the villagers were furious, and they blamed the goddess for the drought, believing that it was the goddess's infidelity that caused the disaster in the village. ”

"So...... They killed the goddess? ”

The old Hanako shook her head, a bitter smile spread from the corner of her mouth, and continued:

"They drove the goddess out of the goddess temple......" said, paused, stretched out his hand and pointed to the woods behind the goddess temple, Wang Simiao followed his fingertips and found that the woods were somewhat familiar, and looked down and thought for a long time.

It suddenly occurred to him that it was the first corpse raising ground he encountered after entering the mountain with Wei Kun and Lu Shiba!

"The goddess can only live in the thatched house at the back, and the people of the village regard her as an unfaithful and unclean woman, and every night, different men will sneak into the house of the goddess, and leave the next morning satisfied, and over time, the women will see the goddess as a goblin, thinking that she has seduced the men in the village, and she is a scourge, a scourge."

"That'...... And what about the man who impregnated the goddess? ”

The old man suddenly looked at the lively ceremony not far away, and after a long day of silence, he lowered his head and sighed.

Wang Simiao clearly saw that the palm of the old man's dry and dirty hand was trembling slightly.

"The man was dead, and the day after the goddess was found, it was early on the morning of February 15. Someone found the man hanging from a tree in the forest behind the temple, with a long tongue sticking out, a blue face, and eyes as big as bells. The villagers thought he was unlucky, so they buried him in the soil under their feet. ”

"And then?" Wang Simiao suddenly felt a little apprehensive in his heart, he looked down at the mud between the fingernails of the old man, and the unkempt hair, as well as the shabby clothes, he always felt familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Later, the goddess gave birth to a son, and on the day she gave birth, she dragged her blood into the village, and it happened that a woman gave birth to her one day, and the goddess quietly killed Wen Po and exchanged the daughter born to the woman with the son she had born. The next day, the people rushed into the house of the goddess, tied her up, and put her on the altar. ”

"Are they going to sacrifice the goddess to heaven?"

After the old man Hanako said 'um' in his mouth, he nodded and said:

They exposed the goddess to the sun on the altar for two days, and then dried her skin in a stove, and after she had become a human dry, they mashed up her flesh and bones and buried them in the earth as a confession to the gods, hoping that the gods would forgive her. But...... The goddess died, but the disaster was still not alleviated. ”

The old man suddenly had spiritual power in his eyes, stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, Wang Simiao only felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the sincere and pious villagers just now, holding shovels and smashing the temple of the goddess with a hideous face.

The green tendons on their foreheads bulged, and they grinned and smashed the shovel on the statue of the goddess, and there were people next to them who lay on the statue of the goddess, buckled off the golden body of the statue with a knife, and put it into their arms like a baby, and did not forget to spit on the goddess when they left.

Over time, the golden body of the statue of the goddess was swept down by the villagers, turning into a broken statue, and the temple was also smashed and robbed by the villagers.

Wang Simiao frowned, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, he raised his head and asked the old man with a somewhat reassuring mentality:

"If there had been no goddess many years ago, wouldn't these things have happened?"

The old man squinted his eyes and smiled and turned his head to look at Wang Simiao, and said:

"The fault is not that the goddess came into the world, but that these people should not take the gifts of the gods for granted, let alone turn the offering into a bargaining chip for profit. The gods never blame the world for being unchaste or not, they only hate the world in the name of worshiping the gods and hoping that the gods will help them get the benefits they want. That's what people call it...... Selfishness. ”

"And what about the two children?" Wang Simiao asked.

The old man asked Hanako to stretch out his hand and wave again, and the villagers who were smashing around disappeared in an instant, and after being quiet for a long time, he slowly walked to the side of the statue of the goddess, raised his hand and stroked the cold statue.

"The girl was very lucky, her biological mother was a very kind woman, although she was ugly and bloated, but she was extremely soft-hearted, and she secretly brought food and nursed the girl every day without telling the whole village, and took care of the girl until she was fifteen years old. It's just that she never knew that the skin boy next to her was actually the son of the goddess, and the hard-working girl doll she secretly took care of was her biological daughter. ”

The old man turned his head, looked at Wang Simiao's smile and was very kind, and said:

"But then the girl died, and she was skinned, and she died a hideous death......"

Wang Simiao gasped, and suddenly remembered the fifteen or sixteen-year-old female ghost she saw when she first entered the village, and the words that the female ghost had said repeatedly lingered in her mind.

"I don't know how I died, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I became like this......"

"There are rules in the village, no one is allowed to come out after eight o'clock, and those who come out will die......"

"It's coming! Here it comes! ”

Wang Simiao thought of the girl's appearance when she turned into blood, and she still couldn't help but feel a thrill all over her body, and the old man seemed to know what he was thinking, half leaning on the altar, looking at Wang Simiao with a smile, and didn't bother.

"Is that the girl?" Wang Simiao frowned and looked at the old man Hanako, but he didn't want the old man to ask for rice and Hanako didn't answer his words, but looked up at the statue and said to himself:

"The goddess is ugly, in fact, she used to be beautiful and fascinating, but the people frantically ripped off her golden body, and slashed every inch of skin on her body and face with a shovel blade, and they laughed and put the gold nuggets in their pockets, and they spat and insulted the goddess. The goddess's skin was ripped off, her eyes gouged out, and the sound of ticking water you heard was the saliva of those people spitting on the goddess. ”

Wang Simiao thought of the sound of water they heard when they first entered the cave, as well as the bright red rotten flesh on the goddess's body, at this moment he suddenly understood that the golden body existed like human skin for the goddess, people peeled her to dry when she was alive, and after she died, they had to take off her golden body, and people who were driven by the desire for profit did not think that what they did was about to bring greater disasters to the village.

"Why are you telling me this?" Wang Simiao asked.

"Because, it's too similar...... "The old man looked at Wang Simiao and wandered for a long time.

"You are exactly the same as the man who died."

Wang Simiao was confused when she heard this, so she had to wave her hand impatiently, and suddenly after a burst of laughter, Wang Simiao began to feel dizzy, and when she opened her eyes again, she still had the face of the goddess full of rotten flesh......