I saw a dozen babies lying on their stomachs outside the house, poking their heads out of the window to look at the window.

Speaking of this, the old man's body twitched violently, and after a long time, he said: "Those little babies, all of them have been peeled off, and they are all bloody, and their eyes don't know where to go, so they use the empty eye holes to face the window." ”

As I listened, I wrote down the old man's words in the notebook I had prepared.

The old man calmed down and continued to tell his story.

The father and son were frightened all night, but fortunately, the blood baby did not break into the house, and the lives of their family were basically saved.

But his father fell ill after what happened that night. During that time, Zhu Xuanzhu stayed at home every day to take care of his father, and he didn't go out for a long time, and he didn't dare to go to the estuary anymore, and he couldn't go anymore.

During those days, he found that the young man in the village still passed by his house with a hoe every day, and the family usually went out normally except to take care of his father, and at night, the family slept well, and he was the only one who was afraid.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong with the people in the village, as if they had forgotten what had happened a few days ago.

Zhu Xuanzhu's father did not survive in the end and left in the New Year of that year.

In those days, it was impossible for a poor family to mourn on a large scale, but their own family wore linen and filial piety, and set up a mourning hall at home, and the people in the village came to worship it, but the coffin was bought by the whole family after all their savings were exhausted.

On the day of Zhu Zhuzhu's father's burial, he originally wanted to find Huangshan to send his father's soul, but when he thought of the screams that night, he always felt that something might have happened to Huangshan.

Sure enough, when Zhu Xuanzhu came to the door of Huangshan's house, the door couldn't be knocked open, and Zhu Laoqi, who happened to live next door to Huangshan, passed by, and Zhu Xuanzhu grabbed Zhu Laoqi: "Old Seven, why is there no one in Huangshan's house?" ”

Zhu Laoqi stopped and asked Zhu Xuanzhu very puzzled: "Who is Huangshan?" ”

Hearing Zhu Laoqi's words, Zhu Xuanzhu suddenly chuckled in his heart, but he still said: "Doesn't Huangshan live next door to your house, why don't you recognize him anymore?" Isn't this the house he lives in? ”

Zhu Laoqi looked at the earthen house and said to Zhu Xuanzhu: "This is where Old Man Huang used to live, won't no one live in him after he passed away?" Besides, in the Huang family, there is no one named Huangshan. ”

Zhu Xuanzhu was a smart person, he didn't think Zhu Laoqi was lying, so he didn't dare to ask any more.

After Zhu Laoqi left, Zhu Xuanzhu took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, so he leaned on the crack of the door of Huangshan's house and quietly looked into the house, this room looked like there were people living not long ago, the ground and the bed were very clean, almost no dust was visible, and on the stove, there was still an uneaten pickle gnocchi.

Not long after, several river workers passed by in front of Huangshan's house, and Zhu Xuanzhu didn't dare to stay longer, so he hurried back to his house.

Along the way, his heart was pounding and pounding. Obviously, a few days ago, Huangshan took the villagers to see the river, and he remembered very clearly that that night, Zhu Laoqi walked beside Huangshan and talked to Huangshan. But how come today, Zhu Laoqi has completely forgotten about Huangshan, as if Huangshan has never existed.

When he arrived home, Zhu Xuanzhu found that the village chief was also at his house, and the eldest brother of the Zhu family told him that the village chief had come to send his father's soul.

Zhu Xuanzhu asked the eldest brother: "Why is it that the old village chief came to send the soul, wasn't it all ...... before?"

He originally wanted to say "Yellow Mountain", but he hesitated for a moment and finally didn't say it.

I heard his eldest brother say: "In the past, didn't the old village chief come to send the soul, who didn't invite him when someone died?" ”

Sure enough, the eldest brother also forgot about Huangshan. Zhu Xuanzhu remembered very clearly that in the past, every family had died and was looking for Huangshan to send their souls, and even the grandson of the old village chief died in the winter last year, and he also asked Huangshan to send his soul.

Later, Zhu Xuanzhu gradually discovered that not only Zhu Laoqi and his eldest brother, but also the people in the village did not remember the person of Huangshan, nor did they remember the matter of the iron stone, and even the matter of the yellow water in the river, few people remembered.

The memories of the villagers do not seem to have been forcibly erased.

There was even a period of time when Zhu Xuanzhu suspected that something was wrong with him, maybe there was no such person as Huangshan in the village, and he had never dug up the iron stone, and there was no problem with the memory of the villagers, but there was a problem with his memory.

Until the following spring, a mad monk came to the village.

The monk was dressed sloppily, his face was covered with mud, and if it weren't for the eight incense spots on the top of his head, he would have been a bald man called Hanako.

When he first entered the village, some villagers tried to drive him out, but the old village chief stopped him.

The old village chief said that this monk is extraordinary, don't look at his age is only in his thirties, but the eight ring scars on his head are very rare, even those old monks and big monks in the nearby Taoist temples, the ring scars on his head are not more than six.

At that time, many people in the village often went to the nearby temple to offer incense, although they were not faithful believers, but they believed in the Buddha and Bodhisattva after all.

After the old village chief's words, the villagers let the crazy monk into the village, he originally came to make a fortune, everyone thought that he would leave if he gave him some food, but he didn't expect the monk to take the food, but he didn't leave, he insisted on living in the village.

The monk talked crazy all day long, and his appetite was so great that the villagers couldn't feed him at all, but the old village chief respected him so much that the villagers didn't dare to drive him away.

At the beginning, Zhu Xuanzhu didn't take the crazy monk seriously, their family only had a funeral in winter, and now the family is so poor that there is no extra food left and right, and the monks rarely come to their house.

One day, when Zhu Xuanzhu passed by the door of Huangshan House, he saw the mad monk standing in front of the door, pointing to the door and shouting: "The Dragon King has left the Dragon King Temple and harmed the good sons of the Huang family." The Dragon King left the Dragon King Temple and harmed the good sons of the Huang family. ”

It's the same sentence over and over again.

Everyone else thought that the monk's madness had been committed again, and they were all far away from him.

Only Zhu Xuanzhu heard some doorways, and he thought, could it be that this crazy monk had discovered something.

While thinking so, Zhu Xuanzhu came to the side of the crazy monk, he wanted to ask the monk what he had discovered, but when he saw the monk's crazy appearance, he didn't dare to speak.

At this time, the monk suddenly turned a dirty face to Zhu Xuanzhu, Zhu Xuanzhu coldly met his eyes, and suddenly he was smart, and he felt that those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his skin and see what he was thinking.

The crazy monk grabbed Zhu Xuanzhu's arm and asked Zhu Xuanzhu loudly: "Who lived in this house?" ”

Zhu Xuanzhu said timidly: "It is a god in the village, who has passed away for many years. ”

"!" The monk glared: "The son-in-law of this family is called Huang Shan, and he has only been dead for two months!" ”

Hearing the monk's words, Zhu Xuanzhu was not so afraid, but a little happy, he could say the name of Huangshan, which means that Zhu Xuanzhu's memory was not wrong, and there was indeed a person named Huangshan in the village.

But looking back, the mad monk came from outside, how could he know Huangshan?

Zhu Zhuzhu asked the monk: "Do you also recognize Huangshan?" ”

The monk was stunned for a moment, leaned into Zhu Xuanzhu's ear and whispered, "Do you remember Huangshan?" ”

Zhu Xuanzhu nodded hurriedly.

The monk asked him again, "Then do you remember what happened to the iron stone?" ”

Zhu Xuanzhu still nodded: "That iron stone was dug up by me." ”

Hearing Zhu Xuanzhu say this, the crazy monk's eyes almost lit up, he said three "good" in a row, and then said to himself: "God has eyes, I finally missed one." ”

As he was talking, the mad monk pulled Zhu Xuanzhu and turned onto a small road in the east of the village.

This monk was emaciated, but his strength was extremely great, and Zhu Xuanzhu was almost forcibly dragged away by him.

Speaking of this, the old man sighed: "I was young at that time, and I was a little afraid of him when I saw the monk crazy, but if it weren't for him, there might not be any living people in this village now." ”

I asked at the right time, "How did that mad monk know about Huangshan, they knew each other for a long time?" ”

The old man shook his head: "He didn't know Huangshan earlier. ”

The old man said that after the mad monk pulled him to the path where there was no one, he told him that Huangshan was killed by the Iron Dragon King, and his three souls and seven spirits were trapped, and he couldn't go down to Jiuquan and couldn't enter reincarnation.

In addition, the monk told Zhu Xuanzhu that this iron dragon king was murderous, and it was a saint who suppressed it more than 2,000 years ago and pressed it to the bottom of the Yellow River, and the key to suppressing it was the black iron stone.

Zhu Zhuzhu told him that the iron stone was gone, and even the iron chain on the iron stone had been rusted.

The monk said: "That's natural, the black iron stone is originally an extremely yin thing, and it is useless when you see the light." The iron chain also walked away from the yin qi before it grew rusty. When Huangshan gave a dream to the poor monk, he once said that on the night when the iron stone appeared, there was another strange thing in the village, but he didn't wait for him to finish, and his soul was hooked back by the iron dragon king. Tell me what happened that night. ”

Zhu Xuanzhu told him that there were actually two strange things that happened on the night when the iron stone appeared, one was the yellow water coming out of the dry river, and the other was that there was a blood baby in the village.

Afterwards, the monk asked Zhu Xuanzhu to take him to the two rivers where the yellow water was bubbling.

When he came to the river, the monk looked at the river, the sky, and the earth, and said to himself, "Yellow water...... This is**outflow.,If all the ** under the ground are gone.,The Iron Dragon King will really be uncontrollable.。 ”

After saying this, the monk asked Zhu Xuanzhu again: "In your area, where is the heaviest yin qi?" Alas, that is, what places are often haunted? ”

Zhu Xuanzhu thought for a while and said to him: "There is a deserted village across the river, and I heard the old people in the village say that that place was often haunted in the early years, but I have never been to that place, so I don't know if it's true or not." ”

The monk patted Zhu Xuanzhu on the shoulder: "You go home and prepare two hoes, and then prepare a bowl of half-life rice, and on the third watch, the poor monk told you to go out." You know this matter, you know it, you can't let others know, remember it. ”

Zhu Xuanzhu was a little hesitant at that time, there was not much rice left at home, and a bowl of rice was his ration for a whole day.

The monk seemed to see through Zhu Xuanzhu's thoughts, and he said to Zhu Xuanzhu: "You have to think about it, if you don't have that bowl of half-life rice, all the people in the village will end up like Huangshan." ”

Zhu Xuanzhu asked the monk: "How did Huangshan die?" ”

The monk sighed and only said four words: "Peeling skin cramps, it hurts to death." ”

Hearing the monk say this, Zhu Xuanzhu remembered the blood baby he saw that night, and he was a spirit all over his body.