Besides, the poet's foot was immediately three souls, and he was scared off two and a half souls, and then he jumped high like a spring man, and after landing on the ground, he plunged into Wang Ling's arms and trembled.

The old skin glanced at the unproductive kid, bent down and shone it with a flashlight, and then looked at Wang Ling and the others: "I really despise you like this, what can a dead man's skeleton represent?" In the past, when there was a war, the trenches used to pull corpses to use as sandbags. "Anyway, he's going to make up for it again.

"Okay," Wang Ling stopped him: "After all, the dead are the greatest, we seem to have broken into the cemetery, it's not strange to think about it, this island should have been active in the first place, naturally someone died, but it doesn't seem to be our Chinese's grave." ”

Most of the people with crosses were Christians, and the inscription was written in some foreign languages that they did not know, and Lao Pi went over to pat the frightened poet and said: "What a big deal, this is estimated to be a group of foreign devils who died in a foreign land, and the Japanese devils and American devils have been beaten back to their hometowns by us, not to mention a few graves." ”

"I said," said the poet, still with some trepidation, "that they wouldn't let us come, wasn't it because of these things?" Isn't it haunted, by the way, Fourth Brother, didn't your family run a funeral shop before, you should be the best at this. ”

Not to mention, Wang Ling really knows a little bit about this thing, but in this somewhat special year, talking about this is tantamount to finding trouble for himself. Wang Shangdao, the founder of "Wang Ji Incense", that is, an ancestor of Wang Ling, is said to be a Taoist priest in the previous dynasty, Ming Chengzu Zhu Di is a Taoist believer, and his father's military advisor Liu Bowen is proficient in this way, and it is rumored that the feng shui of the Forbidden City was set by him in the early years. Zhu Di believed in Taoism, and during his reign, he focused on Wudang Mountain, which was built into a royal Taoist temple level pomp and circumstance at that time.

Wang Shangdao has been poor since he was a child, but he is an upright person, because he is not used to seeing bullies bullying neighbors to help him, but he unexpectedly beat people to serious injuries. This bully has a local official as a backstage, vowing to arrest Wang Shangdao for questioning, Wang had to pack up his baggage overnight to take refuge, this escape fled to Wudang Mountain, simply worshiped Wudang under the door to become a Taoist disciple.

This entry into the door was a full ten years, and later because of his personality, he offended an official who came to incense at that time. In order not to cause trouble to the Taoist temple, he returned to the mountain and went down the mountain. By chance, I met a girl again, and this girl's family made a living as a paper tieer. I don't know why, there are always some inexplicable things happening in that shop, Wang Shangdao spent several days and finally found out that the problem was that someone wanted to harm them, and mixed a human skin on the face of one of the paper figures in the store, so that there were evil ghosts who were reluctant to leave. Later, Wang Shangdao took over the shop and became close to the girl, which is the real origin of "Wang Ji Incense".

However, these are all passed down from the ancestors, and no one knows whether they are true or not. Wang Shangdao because he has been a Taoist priest, he will also take some red and white rituals, he clearly knows that because of his personality impulse and several times to cause trouble for himself, after becoming a family has a sense of responsibility, in order to avoid accidents, he devoted himself to books, including a lot of Taoist Feng Shui ancient books at that time.

Most of these books have been destroyed in the change of generations, and there are even fewer of them left in Wang Ling's generation, because his parents were arrested a while ago, he turned out a few thread-bound ancient books when he was sorting out old things at home. This thing was undesirable at that time, it belonged to the typical four olds, I wanted to burn it, but I flipped through it and felt that some of the things written in the book were very interesting, one of which was "Feng Shui Yin and Yang Collection" and a volume of "Daomen Zangjing" were particularly interesting.

Taoism is known for its "miscellaneous and varied" nature, and its number of classics is huge; And it has always been unclear and classified. In the history of Taoism, although there are high Taoist masters such as Lu Xiujing and Meng Zhizhou of the Southern Dynasty, who expounded the bibliography tradition of their predecessors, integrated Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and put forward the theory of "three holes, four auxiliaries and twelve departments". And many Taoist scripture catalogs have not been circulated after several large-scale bans and destruction, so several thread-bound books can be said to be unique, and their value should be unlimited. However, Wang Ling is only used as a reading material to pass the time in his spare time, and some gods and ghosts will inevitably be mentioned in this Taoist book.

"If you really have to go back and bring some incense, candles, and paper money to the priests," he comforted, "this kind of old tomb is in disrepair, and you should just walk through it as some unsightly stones." As the saying goes, ghosts are afraid of people for three points, and people are afraid of ghosts for seven points, and we haven't done anything wrong. ”

"That's it!" Lao Pi echoed: "The less timid you are, the more you are afraid of him, the more trouble he will come to you, why do you say that killing pigs is the best way to ward off evil spirits?" Because he sees red every day, white knives go in and red knives come out, and he kills too much, so he naturally doesn't get angry and arrogant, and then the gods and ghosts are not close. While speaking, Lao Pi patted the tombstone and laughed: "Brother, this place has good feng shui, surrounded by water on all sides, backed by high mountains, it must be a dragon's den, you can live with peace of mind, we are here to find sheep." ”

As he spoke, suddenly a bright lightning bolt crossed the sky, which illuminated the entire island clearly, and the huge silver dragon tore the sky in an instant, and then the thunder that could shake the ground and shake the mountains suddenly came, and the "boom" shook so that the three of them almost didn't even stand firm. And under the thunder and lightning, the tombstone looked particularly frightening, and even the old skin put away that cynical look, and retreated to Wang Ling's side again and again, not daring to say more.

The eerie atmosphere of the scene is not to mention how terrifying, in the middle of the night, a lonely island, a low and messy bush, a pile of graves that came out of nowhere, coupled with dense fog, lightning and thunder, it is false to say that I am not afraid at all. Wang Ling and the others were eager to step on the hot wheels and sneak all the way back to their small stone house to wrap themselves in quilts, but soon the rain came unexpectedly.

Listening to the crackling of the bushes, the priority now is to find a place to shelter from the rain, and God knows if those dancing lightning bolts will fall from the sky and hit them just in front of them, if that would be a bit too tragic.

The sky on this sea is said to change, just now it was a dense fog and confusion, but at this moment it is thunder and lightning. The three fellows didn't care about the tombstone under their feet and began to hug their heads, and walked in the bushes for about ten minutes, when the old skin's flashlight faintly shone on a sunken cliff, only to hear the waves "hula" crashing against the reef at this time, and they estimated that they had reached the beach. Because of the invasion of the sea. The ebb and flow of the tide has become easy to erode the rocks and form depressions below, and now it has become a temporary refuge for them, and they are all wet and alive, and the temperature around them has begun to drop, and they stand there shivering.

"Cold," Wang Ling said, "It seems that we have to wait until dawn, I just hope that this is not a typhoon day, our current position is not very good, and big waves may come at any time." ”

"It's definitely not a typhoon," Lao Pi said: "There will be an omen before a typhoon, it is estimated that it is a thunderstorm day, I see that some of the wood that has been washed up here is still dry, pick up some and build a fire to roast." "There are matches in the old leather pocket, which is easy to sweat when staying by the sea, and a sweat will waste the matches, so Da Zhuang taught them to wrap them in a small piece of oilcloth, of course, the old leather is mainly to protect his half a pack of cigarettes, which he brought when he came out of his hometown, and the flat-mouthed Dazhongjiu, a total of only two packs. He understands that it is difficult to smoke again when he arrives here, and he usually has to do one three times to smoke, and the tobacco in the butt of the cigarette has to be squeezed out and stored in the wool paper, which can occasionally make do with the enjoyment.

It's because of this habit that this fire was really lit for him, and he took out a cigarette butt and took two sips, Lao Pi looked at the embarrassment of his two companions, and thought about all the things tonight and couldn't help but be a little funny. The three of you look at me, and I see you all laughing together. In those hard years, it was also a skill to have fun for yourself, and when the clothes were almost dry, they would lie down and sleep.

I don't know what I ate tonight, maybe it's a cold, and after a while, the kung fu poet began to have a stomach fuss. As soon as he pouted his buttocks, Lao Pi threw a stone at him and said, "Get out of the way, do you want to stink us to death?" ”

The poet had no choice but to take a burning wooden stick as a light, and muttered while lifting his pants while moving his position: "It's really not a person, I'm going to pull my pants on, and you're still crooked." After all, he still walked twenty meters away, this liberation is a hula pass, but he is thinking about what to do with this to wipe his ass? Anyone with field experience knows that the small wooden stick, that is, the scraper used by the ancients is usually the best choice, the poet half-squatted and groped, always felt that something was wrong with his hand, and sniffed it on his nose, the smell of the smell, through the firelight, turned out to be sheep dung......

He turned his head and found that there was a dark cave behind him, and then he thought that the smell of the thing he had pulled was stronger than this sheep dung, and he covered it......

"Master," the poet whispered to Wang Ling and Lao Pi at a trott after he was finished, "I found out just now that there is a hole here, and there are a lot of sheep dung eggs at the door, do you think the sheep will be in the hole?" ”