The great sorrow that followed this great joy made the grain officer faint for three days and three nights, and the whole family was immersed in great grief.

Outsiders thought that the expectations of the grain officer in the future would fall on the youngest son, and they would encourage him to surpass his elder brother and become famous again.

To everyone's surprise, after the grain official barely recovered his spirits, he quit his teacher at home, burned all the books at home, called his grandfather in front of him, and said: "I will never see you reciting poems against each other in the future, and reading at night." After that, I will never allow you to participate in the township examination. ”

Many people felt sorry for their father's talent and persuaded the grain officer to change his decision. But the grain officer didn't listen to a word.

The king is the minister, and the father is the son. Naturally, my father, who read the Four Books and Five Classics, did not dare to disobey my father's wishes. For him, his father is heaven.

My father, who gave up the pursuit of fame, had nothing to do every day, and the time he used to spend studying hard was now empty. He suddenly felt bored like never before.

He thought of many ways to pass the time, learned martial arts from a boxer who walked the dart, learned painting from a famous painter, learned Buddhist scriptures from a wandering monk, and learned Taoism from a Taoist priest on the traveling side.

The grain officer knew that his youngest son had no place to use his energy, so he gave him some coils and said, "I won't let you read ten thousand books, so let you go on a journey of ten thousand miles." ”

So, in the five or six years after his brother's death, my grandfather traveled all over the country, visited the famous mountains through the ages, and he visited every province in the country. At one point, he also went out of the country with a high monk and reached India.

Later, the Qing Dynasty fell and the world was not peaceful, so my grandfather stopped traveling and returned to his hometown.

After "traveling thousands of miles" without a purpose this time, my grandfather's interest in "Zi Bu Si" has increased greatly. He had read too much and understood too much about what Confucius said, so when he was not allowed to talk about it, he was naturally interested in things that Confucius had not paid attention to.

In the course of his travels, he encountered some inexplicable things, which was one of the important reasons that led him to become interested in Taoism.

My grandfather had been to the Nyingchi region of Tibet. There is the deepest canyon in the world, the Grand Canyon of the Brahmaputra River. Grandpa went there to see the Grand Canyon of the Brahmaputra River.

After going there, my father found a very strange phenomenon, the doors of the houses there were very low, at least one-third shorter than the normal doors in his hometown. Even if it is a gorgeous pavilion, the door on the ground floor is still so low. Not only does this door look unsightly, but it is also very troublesome to walk in, unless it is a child, and the average person must bow his head and bend down when entering.

Grandpa was very unaccustomed to it when he first arrived there, and often forgot to bow his head when he entered or went out, and hit his forehead on the door frame, which made his eyes glaze out.

He couldn't help but ask the locals why they made the door so low.

Locals told him that this was to prevent the "weak lang" from coming in.

Grandpa asked again what the "weak man" was.

The locals explained, but Daddy didn't understand.

One night, my grandfather saw the "weak man" with his own eyes.

It was the eighth night after my father arrived in the Nyingchi area. Grandpa went to the Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon during the day, and when he returned to the house at night, he was tired and tired, and went to bed early without dinner. His guide friend lives next door and goes to bed early.

In the middle of the night, my father woke up hungry and got up to find something to eat, but he heard a knock on the door outside. He had heard of "Weak Lang" for a long time, but he didn't know if "Weak Lang" was a ferocious animal or something else, since the locals would rather make the door so short to prevent "Weak Lang" from being inconvenient, it means that "Weak Lang" is not so easy to deal with.

Grandpa kept an eye on it, and was not in a hurry to go out to check, so he quietly walked behind the door and eavesdropped.

This one sounds weird.

The sound was not just a knock on the door, but a bang.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The sound is rhythmic and dull.

Grandpa wondered in his heart, if there was a person outside the door, why didn't he shout? If there's a ghost outside the door, why doesn't it knock on the door and bang on it? If it's a nocturnal beast outside the door, why isn't there a snort?

Is it not a man, nor a ghost, nor a beast?

If it wasn't, what would it be?

Grandpa didn't dare to open the door easily, so he hurriedly walked to the next room and woke up the guide friend who took him to the Grand Canyon during the day.

The moonlight was bright that night, and when the guide friend opened his eyes and saw that it was him, he asked him what he was going to do. But he soon heard the door banging outside and immediately sat up.

"The weak man is here." The guide whispered, with a mysterious expression, and motioned to Daddy not to speak loudly.

"Weak?"

"Yes. As long as you don't make a sound, it will bang on the door for a while and it will go. ”

Daddy asked, "What the hell is it?" ”

The guide said, "I'll tell you tomorrow." Go back to the house and don't talk much. ”

Grandpa went back to his room, but how could he sleep listening to this strange sound? He wanted to go out to see the "weak man", but it was too dangerous to open the door, and he couldn't see it when he opened the window.

So, Daddy crept up to the small attic. The window in the small attic is directly above the door, and if you stick your head out of the window, you can see the front door.

When he arrived at the small attic, Grandpa lightly opened the small window, which was only a foot wide and a foot long, and slowly stretched his head out. This time he finally knew what was banging on the door.

That's a zombie!

The clothes worn by the zombie were no different from those of the locals, except for stiff hands and feet, demented eyes, purple skin, and unkempt hair. It jumped towards the low door, then slammed into the door and lintel with a dull "thud". The zombie was knocked back. The zombie was not reconciled and slammed into the door again, hitting the door and lintel again. And so on. The zombie hit its nose flat and its forehead broke, but it didn't know the pain.

Grandpa immediately understood the reason why the door was so short. If the door is at a normal height, I am afraid that it will not be able to withstand the persistent impact of zombies at this time. If the people in the house can't wake up in time, I'm afraid they will be bitten to death by the zombies that break in. Fortunately, this door is very short, and zombies can't bend their legs or bend over, so they hit the lintel one after another, and can't break the door. Even if the door is broken, zombies cannot enter the room through the low door and harm the people in the house.

It turns out that the "weak man" that the locals say is a zombie!

The windows of the small attic were not usually opened, and a thick layer of ash had fallen on the windowsill, and there were also lime blocks peeling off from the windowsills. When Daddy pushed the window open, the dust and lime were squeezed down by the window and fell on the head of the weak man directly below.

Feeling something fall from above, the weak man stopped banging on the door and looked up at the window of the small attic. The weak man's neck is also very stiff, and he can't lift it up at such a high angle like a normal person, so he can only tilt it up a little, and then roll his eyes up vigorously to make up for the lack of angle.

In this way, the face of the weak man becomes even more terrifying!

Grandpa saw the weak man rolling his eyes at him, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and couldn't help but shiver. The weak man's eyes were like a biting cold wind, which instantly blew his father cold!

At that time, my grandfather had not yet been deeply involved in the Xuanhuang technique, and he was naturally frightened when he saw this scene, so he hurriedly closed the small window and returned to the room downstairs.

The knock on the door rang again, then vanished.

Daddy heard the sound of da-da-da, and gradually faded away, like the sound of horses' hooves.

The next morning, the guide found that my father was shivering, sweating profusely on his forehead, and his face was not good-looking. The guide hurriedly asked Grandpa what was wrong. Daddy told me about peeking at the weak man last night.

The guide was taken aback and said, "This is terrible!" As long as you are looked at by the weak man, the weak man will chase you like a shadow, and you have to be made a weak man to give up. It will come back to you, so be careful! You have to go back to the house early in the evening, and you have to live in a low-door house like this.

Grandpa originally just wanted to satisfy his curiosity, but he didn't expect to cause such consequences, so he was surprised and asked, will it still look for me after I leave Nyingchi?

The guide worries that even if you run to the ends of the earth, it will find you. But whoever is seen by it, it will not let go.

Daddy asked, "How can I keep it from chasing me?"

The guide said that there was no other way unless you killed or subdued it.