The monk said: "Your village has angered the Iron Dragon King, it is still pressed by the yin qi under the ground, and it can't come out to make trouble, and so far it has only killed one Yellow Mountain, but if the yin qi is exhausted...... At that time, even if the people in the village run to Tiannan and Haibei, they will have to be caught by it, peeling their skin and cramping! ”

After saying that, the monk let go of the Zhu Zhuzhu and let him go home.

After arriving home, Zhu Xuanzhu pondered the words of the mad monk repeatedly, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

At noon, the eldest brother of the Zhu family did not come back as a helper in the landlord's house, and the two sisters in the family were also married, leaving only Zhu Xuanzhu to cook on fire.

He only made himself a little gruel, took new rice, made a bowl of raw rice, and hid the rice bowl next to the stove.

In the evening, the eldest brother of the Zhu family came home and found that there was a lot less rice in the jar when he was cooking, but he didn't say much, and he still lived and cooked.

Zhu Xuanzhu was seventeen or eighteen years old at the time, and it was the time to eat Zhuang Fang, and the eldest brother didn't ask much, probably because he was too hungry at noon and ate too much.

Who didn't have a strong meal when he was young, and Zhu Xuanzhu's eldest brother loved him very much, of course he wouldn't blame him too much.

After eating, Zhu Xuanzhu's eldest brother fell asleep, and Zhu Xuanzhu also lay on the kang, but he couldn't sleep anyway.

Seeing that it was already the third watch, Zhu Xuanzhu pricked up his ears and listened attentively to the movement outside the door.

At this time, there was a slight cough outside the window, and then someone whispered Zhu Xuanzhu's name.

Zhu Xuanzhu climbed down the kang lightly, and quietly went to the stove to get half a raw meal and two hoes, and then tiptoed out the door.

The mad monk waited outside the door in the morning, and when he saw Zhu Xuanzhu coming out, he whispered to urge Zhu Xuanzhu to move quickly, and Zhu Xuanzhu gently closed the door before following the crazy monk away.

When they came to the mouth of the Yellow River, they found a ferry boat that stopped there. Zhu Xuanzhu grew up by the Yellow River since he was a child, and he has long been familiar with such boats, so he rowed the boat and took the monk to the other side.

When the boat reached the center of the estuary, Zhu Xuanzhu's psychology was tense for a while, for fear that the Iron Dragon King would come out of the water and lift the boat. But the mad monk sitting on the bow of the boat always had an indifferent expression, as if he had already expected that nothing would happen.

After going ashore, the two quickly came to the deserted village mentioned by Zhu Xuanzhu earlier.

This village panicked before Zhu Xuanzhu was born, in that era, the warlords were fighting endlessly, and a deserted village like this was not taken care of at all, and over time, it became a settlement for homeless people.

However, the local homeless did not return to the village until after the winter, and it was the warm spring when they all ran to the city, leaving only two or three elderly people still in the village.

As soon as the crazy monk entered the village, he said that the village was full of yin qi, and said that Zhu Xuanzhu's village was on the yang side of the Yellow River estuary, and this village was on the yin side, so it should not be inhabited.

Zhu Xuanzhu didn't care too much about the mad monk's rhetoric, he just wanted to end the matter as soon as possible, and then hurry home.

The mad monk took him around the village a few times, and later found a local homeless man and asked him where the village was haunted.

The homeless man said that he had only just arrived, but he had heard from the people who had lived here before that there used to be a large family living in the south of the village, and there was a big mansion there, which was a haunted house, and no one who went in at night could come out alive.

The mad monk asked him if he had ever been in, and the homeless man quickly shook his head, saying that the place was very cloudy, not to mention going in, that is, passing outside in the middle of the night, it made people tremble, how could they dare to go in.

It was also to see that the homeless man was pitiful, and the crazy monk gave him a piece of foreign money and asked him to move to another place as soon as possible with the other two people.

After that, the mad monk took Zhu Xuanzhu to the mansion of the big family.

When he came to the door of the house, Zhu Xuanzhu felt that something was wrong with his body, it was obviously the warm winter season, but he was cold for a while, and his legs and feet were stiff.

The mad monk was not affected in any way, after entering the mansion, Zhu Xuanzhu felt more and more stiff on his body, but the mad monk didn't care about him, and walked around the courtyard alone, as if he was looking for something.

Finally, the monk walked to the middle of the courtyard, where there was also a broken stone table, and a stone bench with cracked cracks.

The mad monk said, "That's it, that's it." He flipped the stone table over.

In Zhu Xuanzhu's opinion, the stone table had to weigh at least two hundred pounds, but when the monk overturned it, he didn't have to make any effort.

At the moment when the stone table was overturned, Zhu Xuanzhu felt that the chill in the courtyard had suddenly increased a little, and his hands and feet seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move at all.

At this time, the mad monk walked up to him and patted him on the back vigorously.

It's strange to say, after being slapped by the monk for such a moment, Zhu Xuanzhu felt that his body suddenly became relaxed, and even the chill was dispelled.

The monk took a hoe from his hand, pointed to the place where the stone table had just stood, and said a word: "Dig!" ”

After that, the two of them started digging, but unexpectedly, after a few hoes went down, yellow water came out of the soil pit, and these yellow water were almost exactly the same as those that came out of the river at the beginning.

The monk didn't mean to stop, and Zhu Xuanzhu didn't dare to stop, so he dug with a hoe and hoe, and a few drops of water splashed on his feet and neck, and he suddenly felt a chill rushing down his ankle and neck to the top of his head, and his hands and feet were cold for a while.

At this time, the mad monk took out a small box from his broken pocket and handed it to Zhu Xuanzhu: "You put this thing on your body, but don't open it, it's useless to open it." ”

Zhu Xuanzhu put the box into his arms, and his body was no longer cold, and no more yellow water splashed on him, and his hands and feet were not as cold as before.

It took the two of them a whole hour to dig a hole that was not too deep, until the shovel fell into the soil, and there was an echo from under the ground, and the mad monk asked Zhu Xuanzhu to bring the raw rice.

Zhu Xuanzhu took the bowl of rice and handed it to the monk, who pointed to a deserted house in the courtyard and said to Zhu Xuanzhu: "You go there and hide, if the poor monk does not call you, you must not come out, and do not poke your head out to see." The box given to you must never be opened, remember. ”

Zhu Xuanzhu couldn't wait to stay away from those yellow waters, and as soon as the monk said this, he hurriedly rushed into the room.

When the first foot crossed the threshold, Zhu Xuanzhu saw from the afterglow that the monk had put the bowl of half-baked rice into the pit they had dug before, and the pit suddenly quieted down, and the yellow water was no longer bubbling out.

After this, Zhu Xuanzhu shrank in the corner of the room, just waiting for the mad monk to call his name.

It didn't take long for a strong wind to blow in the yard, and the gust of wind whined, like a burst of ghost screams, Zhu Xuanzhu hugged the box in his arms, shrunk his head, and didn't dare to come out.

Later, he heard a throat-tearing scream from outside the house, as well as the shouting and fighting of the mad monk.

Zhu Xuanzhu was afraid of being in a hurry, so he blocked his ears with his hands and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Xuanzhu felt that his shoulders suddenly sank, as if something was pressing on him, and that almost scared his soul away.

He opened his eyes tremblingly, only to see the mad monk standing in front of him, with a hand on his shoulder.

The monk looked a little weak, and while panting, he said to Zhu Xuanzhu succinctly: "Let's go." ”

Zhu Xuanzhu hurriedly stood up and wanted to help the monk, but the crazy monk waved his hand, indicating that he could go by himself.

When he left the house, Zhu Zhuzhu took one last look at the earthen pit, only to find that the pit had been filled.

When he left the mansion, Zhu Zhuzhu smelled a strong smell of blood, and the monk hooked his neck and said to him: "Go quickly, don't look back!" ”

At that time, the mad monk's footsteps were no longer steady, and his arm was on Zhu Xuanzhu's shoulder, Zhu Xuanzhu took half of his weight, and carried him out of the village quickly.

It wasn't until he left the village that the mad monk sighed and said to himself: "Alas, I can't imagine that I still can't save them, sin and sin." ”

Zhu Xuanzhu asked the monk: "What is the bloody thing just now?" ”

The monk still sighed and said: "It's those few homeless people, who were plucked by the Iron Dragon King, I can't save them, it's evil!" ”

After that, the monk walked towards the mouth of the Yellow River, although Zhu Xuanzhu had doubts in his heart, but it was not good to ask more, three steps and two steps, keeping up with the monk's pace.

When the two came to the riverbank, Zhu Xuanzhu was just about to unlock the boat, when he suddenly heard a muffled sound of "bang" under the water, he was startled by the sound, and the rope in his hand also fell to the ground.

The monk said to him, "Don't be afraid, it can't turn the sky now." ”

As he spoke, the monk's eyes kept staring at the river, and Zhu Xuanzhu also looked towards the river, and saw a black shadow under the water, swimming quickly against the river.

The monk pointed to the shadow and said to Zhu Xuanzhu, "That's the Iron Dragon King." ”

He could not estimate the length and width of the shadow, which covered almost half of the river's surface, and as it swam, a large amount of water from the Yellow River gushed out of the river.

He saw that its body writhed more and more, and he stirred up large waves on the surface of the river, but after a while, the shadow slowly thinned and shortened, and finally disappeared.

The mad monk stared at the river surface that was slowly calming down, and he also breathed a sigh of relief, and then stretched out his hand and said to Zhu Xuanzhu, "The thing is still here." ”

Zhu Xuanzhu returned the box to him, and he said to Zhu Xuanzhu again: "The poor monk is about to leave, you can go back by yourself." ”

After experiencing so many things before and after, Zhu Xuanzhu's heart was shaking, and when he heard the monk say this, he quickly unlocked the boat and drove the boat back to the other side alone.

Speaking of this, the old man fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he said to us: "When I got on the boat, I heard the monk say something, he said, the feng shui on the other side of the Yellow River estuary is made by people, and the Iron Dragon King has to let people who know feng shui come to calm it." At that time, I was busy crossing the river, and I didn't hear what I was talking about. After that, the mad monk never came back, and we don't know where he went. ”

I wrote down the last paragraph of the old man's words in a notebook and asked the old man: "After this, hasn't the Yellow River estuary been dredged again?" ”

The old man said: "Qing, every year is clear, and in the first few years of dredging, I don't dare to go again." However, nothing strange happened during the dredging. Hehe, it's too late, after the Iron Dragon King is gone, we'll be too peaceful. ”

I asked the old man again: "How did the matter of Huangshan be handled?" ”

The old man sighed: "What else can I do, the village has forgotten that there is such a person." Don't talk about others, the old yellow head in the south of the village, he is Huangshan's nephew, and even he has forgotten who Huangshan is. ”