We are all very sensitive now, and the Long March has become a South Asian-style village. There is not even a village road, the houses are directly covered with weeds, and the surrounding area is dense with dense forests and lush grass. Houses resemble stilted buildings in that they are not built directly on the ground, but are supported by several stilted columns. We saw that on some houses, there were even old flags from the Red Khan period.

What impressed me the most was the villagers, dressed in the old clothes of the seventies and eighties of the last century, all short and short, who saw us coming, leaning against the stilts of the houses, staring closely at us outsiders.

There is almost no concept of locking the doors of the houses here, and even when no one is around, the doors are wide open. We found that in the courtyard of each house, there were almost all boiler-like things, about one meter seven or eight high, made of bricks, and the furnace door was very small, and there was a forest inside, and I don't know what it contained.

We asked Ah Wei to ask the village chief what the old village chief said, Ah Wei's face suddenly changed, and he whispered to us: "That is the place where ghosts are worshipped, and every household has ghosts. ”

Mei Chun said: "Uncle Pan, let's ask where our body is, it makes me very uncomfortable here." ”

Not to mention her, our group felt that the whole village exuded a very abnormal atmosphere, an eerie cool air. Pan Dayong hurriedly asked Ah Wei, Ah Wei had a conversation with the village chief, and the village chief nodded and said a few words.

Ah Wei said: "He will lead us to see the Fuhu Arhat now, but ...... Things have changed a bit, though. ”

"How?" Copper Lock asked.

Ah Wei said: "There are a few sentences in the village chief's words in the indigenous dialect, which I don't understand very well, and he says that the Arhat and the village Ning Yulu are together. ”

"What's Ninglu?" Pan Dayong was puzzled.

Ah Wei said: "I'm not sure what the word is, it seems to mean fat in the local area." ”

At this time, we walked around to the door of a villager's house. It seems that in the village this is still a big family, with four or five houses.

We saw a big fat man kneeling in front of the boiler in the courtyard where the ghost was enshrined. This fat man can weigh two hundred and forty or fifty pounds, and when it is hot, he is wearing a pair of big pants, and his fat body hangs to the ground.

The man looked like he had just crawled out of the coal kiln. He held a handful of incense, probed into the shrine of the ghost, inserted the incense, and then knelt and kowtowed. A big fat face, extremely gloomy, but the two eyes are very small, very disproportionate, and look like a wild boar.

On the stairs of this stilted building, there sat an old lady cross-legged, skinny, full of white hair, naked, with two layers of skin on her breasts in front of her, her face was full of wrinkles, and the skin on her body was also wrinkled, like a human skin exposed to the sun, and then put on her.

She seemed to have no teeth, her mouth was holding back, her eyes were hidden under her messy white hair, and she was staring at us as if she were about to come up and bite someone.

The village chief muttered a string of words, and before Ah Wei could translate, the old lady suddenly stood up, pinched her waist, and was naked, stretched out her finger and pointed at us, and said something loudly. Looking at this meaning, as if she was cursing us, her expression was very vicious, and it seemed that she was scolding quite excessively.

We looked at each other, although there was an old woman opposite, but this old lady exuded a sense of gloom, and Mei Chun was so frightened that she hid behind the copper lock and didn't dare to look at it.

The fat man in the courtyard heard the voice, stood up, walked over with his bare feet, and said something to the village chief.

The village chief explained to Ah Wei. Ah Wei told us that this old lady was the goddess of the village, and she gained a kind of power by worshipping ghosts and gods. The Tiger Arhat was at her house, but she wouldn't let us in, saying that some of us had an ominous aura on him and would bring evil spirits.

"Fuck, isn't that bullshit, it's a fool's errand. After walking 25,000 miles and walking 24,999, he was one last step away from entering. Pan Dayong was anxious and scolded: "Push me into a hurry, go back to the city and hire a few little hooligans to burn down his house." ”

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Those things in the underworld

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