After the incident, Hou Jun stayed in Xi'an, and Zhao Anyi didn't know where to go after separating from us, maybe it was home, and then I thought about it, we really didn't know her specific details, now think about it, it's a bit mysterious, Hou Jun said that he felt that Miss Zhao had a problem, maybe the problem was in this area.

As for Lao Dan's choice to return to Sichuan with me, in his words, he has never been to Sichuan, especially to see what my family is like, whether it will really be some mysterious family or something.

After a series of stabbing Lou Zi, this guy has a mess in his head, and it seems that there is no shortage of things at all.

After a day and a night, I and Lao Dan stepped on the entrance of Chengdu North Railway Station, and then transferred to a long-distance bus to return to the Jinma River in the evening, the sunset afterglow shines on the river, the golden light is very dazzling, taking advantage of the free time, I can't help but tell the old egg the legend of the Jinma River, in the legend, the river is not full moon night, the villagers who live on both sides of the river will hear the sound similar to the horse's hooves on the ground, and Herod's horse call, and then someone specially waited on the river on the night of the full moon, wanting to see with their own eyes where the sound of the horse came from.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and just as the man was about to give up and go home to sleep, a ray of golden light suddenly came out of the bottom of the river, illuminating the river brilliantly, followed by a loud horse's roar, accompanied by the sound of clattering horses' hooves, a golden horse jumped out of the river, and ran on the surface of the river, but what made people wonder was that the horse's head kept facing the moon.

This scene looked incredible, but it didn't frighten the bold man, after all, Jinma didn't look like a demon, at least it didn't look so terrifying, and when he got up the next day, he found that the old problems left by his years of work were completely gone, and this strange thing immediately flowed out of his mouth.

Later, in the middle of the night when the moon was full, the river was full of people waiting for the golden horse to appear, perhaps too many people frightened it, and everyone came full of hope, and finally returned disappointed.

Until one day, an old Taoist priest came to the village, saying that he was here to collect this spirit in the Jinma River, and the villagers were shocked, in their opinion, it was a magic horse at all, so everyone was hostile to the old Taoist and wanted to drive him out.

The old Taoist had no choice but to tell the truth, saying that he was out of the famous Laoshan Mountain, that there is indeed a monster in the river, it is the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, a declining Mongolian nobles in the way to come, buried in the river of the treasure of the water, but the matter is too many people to move, over the years, the golden horse statue at the bottom of the river to absorb the essence of the water has a climate, the old Taoist view of the clouds to explore the ground, afraid that it will bring blood and light to the villagers on both sides of the river, so decided to come here to get rid of this demon.

No matter what the old man said, the simple and even sturdy villagers only believed in the facts they saw in front of them, and even more than a dozen descendants picked up sticks and chased the old man all the way, driving him away from a distance, and not letting him get close to the Jinma River.

After seeing the wounded old man leave, everyone believed that he would not come again, but after less than half a month, someone saw him on the river, and the villagers who heard the news chased him for several miles with hoes and sticks, and finally drove him away, but when he returned to the river, he saw the old road standing on the bridge and leaning over to look at the river.

Without saying a word, the people of the village, young and old, went over separately, but when they came back, they found that the old way was still on the bridge, as if they had never left, and then they became afraid, this old way seemed to be a bit evil.

For two days in a row, everyone could see Lao Dao on the bridge with a pestle there, so frightened that the villagers in the nearby villages who wanted to cross the river did not dare to cross there, until the third day alarmed the township government and sent someone to take him away, but the same thing happened again, no matter what, it could not prevent Lao Dao from appearing on the bridge at the same time.

At that time, there was a man with strong blood and anger, and he waved his hoe and knocked on the head of the old road, which smashed down, and immediately frightened everyone, and the old road disappeared from everyone's sight like a wisp of green smoke, leaving only a small piece of thin paper on the ground.

The old man in the village screamed that it was broken! Hurriedly rushed towards the river, the others did not know why but they all followed, and when they arrived at the river, the old man knelt on the gravel with a plop, watching the clear river water that was originally full of aura slowly become turbid, and the speed that was visible to the naked eye was decreasing, and the river channel that was originally about 100 meters wide became only 30 meters away.

The angry leaders of the township government ordered that no Taoist temple should be built in the town in the future, and the existing ones would be demolished.

The old man was dumbfounded, looked at the Jinma River outside the car window for a while, looked at me for a while, pointed to the stone bridge not far away, and said, "That thing can't just happen on that bridge." ”

Seeing me nodding, he immediately said indignantly: "It's still a monk, and it's a shame to be abducted and deceived everywhere under the banner of eliminating demons and exorcism!" But that old Taoist priest is really capable, and he actually knows how to doppelganger, just like in the Hokage. ”

I shook my head and said, "I don't know if the doppelganger technique is real, but when the old Taoist in the story introduced himself, he said that he was a Laoshan Taoist priest, and later"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Dan interrupted halfway and said, "Laoshan? I've only heard of Maoshan, what the hell is Laoshan? ”

"Won't you know when I'm done!" I glared at him angrily, and continued: "I grew up listening to this story when I was a child, and then on a whim, I checked Laoshan on the Internet. ”

The old man almost jumped up from his seat, "I read these books a lot, how can I not know!" Read on! Is there any connection between them? ”

I said: "Moving the mountain is just a small branch of Laoshan art, there is not much information on the Internet, but the heritage of Laoshan is indeed not worse than Maoshan, Maoshan is divided into black Mao and white Mao, Laoshan is not separated, but the apprentices never consider the character, and the character of the old Tao is so poor, similar to the information described, the main thing is that the old Tao uses the doppelganger technique is likely to be Laoshan illusion, the oldest but most magical acrobatic "fairy rope" is evolved from Laoshan illusion, Pu Songling has a description of Laoshan illusion in Liao Zhai Zhiwei, you can see if you have time, how to move people to the Moon Palace to drink, and even call Chang'e to dance, you can see how high the illusion is. ”

"Holy, such a cow?" The old man didn't seem to believe that Laoshan was really so powerful, "Then why is it not as famous as Maoshan?" ”

I spread my hands, "How do I know, maybe it's because the disciples are not accepted according to their character that the talent withered." ”

As he spoke, the time passed quickly, and the car had arrived in the town, so he decided to sit at home for one night today and go back to the village early tomorrow morning.

When I was about to walk to the door of the house, my brain suddenly paused for a few seconds as if struck by lightning, the old Taoist priest was injured and walked away, and my grandfather's second grandfather and third grandfather were still young at that time, and they saved a Taoist priest not far from the door of the house.

PS: The story of the Golden Horse River is a legend from my side.

PS2: You can Baidu Laoshan Taoist, in fact, Laoshan is really no worse than Maoshan, especially the illusion is unique.