When I was a child, every winter and summer vacation, there would always be a burst of impassioned music on the TV, and then two heads with a long body flying from the left side of the TV to the right and then back from the right side of the screen. Then a few big words appeared - "The Legend of the New White Lady". Although I've watched it countless times, I still stop turning the stage every time I play this on TV, I have to say that in my early years, I once lived by reminiscing about the beauty of Aunt Zhao Yazhi, although before that I always thought that it was not the White Lady who was pressed under the Leifeng Tower, but Lei Feng.

So since I was a child, I have always had a special curiosity about things like towers with a strong religious culture. In the first half of my life, I have also drilled a lot of towers, the white tower of Fuling, the pagoda of Chongqing, the shape of the tower is actually similar to me, and I gradually become more and more things with contact, I also deeply understand that if a tower is not purely used for sacrifice or commemoration, then it is most likely to play a role in suppression.

For example, on the top of the Shuangshan Tunnel in Chongqing's Dadukou District, there is a Chinese Virtue Park, where a tower was built. Not far from this tower is a hospital. For example, in the back streets and alleys of Guanyin Rock, there is also a Tibetan Buddhist pagoda, which was built by the first mayor of Chongqing from Tibet, called Bodhi Vajra Pagoda. And not far from this tower is the Qixinggang in Chongqing. Qixinggang has always been a mass grave in ancient times, and it is also a place to bury the dead collectively during the war.

So I have a special awe for the tower, not only because of its unique architectural style, but also because it often means something when it appears in one place. As an extremely important part of traditional Chinese culture, it even appeared in the palm of the four heavenly kings Li Tianwang, which shows that the effect of exorcism and demon suppression has been recognized since ancient times.

And the case I am talking about today is also related to the tower, the difference is that the name of this tower is just unknown.

It was already November, and the weather had turned cooler, and when I looked at the high electricity bills in my house that had been turned off 24 hours a day in the previous months, I felt less stressed now because of the cool weather. I slumped on the sofa at home, eating fruit while watching the film, and I was at ease. However, a phone call from Hu Zongren ruined the mood. He asked me straight to the point on the phone, do you know where the Wenfeng Pagoda is? I said I know the truth, why are you asking this? He said that he had received a new commission, and the client was a farmer near Wenfeng Pagoda, and he found us in desperation, and he might not make much money.

I said you wait, there is no farmland around Wenfeng Tower, where are the farmers? Hu Zongren said, is the Wenfeng Pagoda you said the one I said? I said which one are you talking about? Hu Zongren said that it is near Cuntan, Jiangbei District, not far from you!

It wasn't until that time that I, a native of Chongqing, knew that there was also a Wenfeng Pagoda in that place, and the most annoying thing was that this incident was told to me by a foreigner, Hu Zongren, which made me feel humiliated.

So I asked Hu Zongren to come to my house, and he said that the place was between his house and my house, and it would be more detour if he came to me first. I said I can't help it if you don't come, because I can't find this place. Hu Zongren paused on the other end of the phone, and then laughed haha, I knew that he was laughing at me for not knowing the name of the place here as a foreigner, or not, if he wanted to laugh, he could laugh enough, something more ridiculous than this, Hu Zongren had already done it thousands of times.

After lunch, Hu Zongren rushed to my house, packed up our things and went out. The client was a farmer who had lived there for generations on the slope of the hill not far from the bottom of the Wenfeng Pagoda, and there was a small village there, but because it was located in the middle of a modern city, there were basically no people left in that village, and all that remained were old people and children. Earlier, due to various reasons, the land could not grow any crops, so the people who still remained in the village began to raise chickens and ducks, because in the middle of the mountainside, there was basically no pollution to the surrounding area. The employer is one of the farmers who raises chickens. At first, I thought that a weasel or a snake was coming, so I got up to see it, but when I opened the chicken pen, I found that one of the chickens was dead on the ground with its feet facing the sky and kicking its legs. He lifted the dead chicken and looked at it, and found that his body had already stiffened, and it was strange that he couldn't find any wounds on the chicken's body.

At that time, the farmer thought that the chicken was sick or something, and if so, he had to check the other chickens in the chicken pen. That night, he threw the dead chicken carcass outside the threshold of his house, and he didn't care, so he went back to sleep. But the next morning, he found the carcass of the chicken standing upright in his own hall, and the head of the chicken was facing the direction of his bedroom, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell that it was a dead chicken.

I laughed and said that chickens can cheat corpses, which is the first time I've heard of it. Hu Zongren said that it was not, and when the farmer told him, he also felt very strange, because the farmer emphasized that he clearly remembered that he had thrown the chicken carcass outside the house in the middle of the night the first night, and there was a door across the house, so he couldn't sleep at night without even locking the door. And it's a strange thing for a dead chicken to stand without falling, and it's usually a curse to curse people with its head facing the bedroom.

When Hu Zongren said this, I suddenly remembered that in Chinese witchcraft, curses used to occupy a relatively large proportion. Although I am a member of the Wu family, objectively speaking, there are many Wu family crafts that can be called stunts, but they are still a little damaged. For example, the L-prefix is simple and practical, but it is too damaging, and we often stay away from it as our own family. This kind of craft will ruin people at every turn, and I won't learn it if I learn it. Curses are relatively common in animals, such as black cat entrails, centipede corpses, bull heads and sheep eyes. Hu Zongren's remark I think it's really a bit of a curse.

Hu Zongren went on to say that when the farmer saw the dead chickens, although he thought it was strange, he didn't really take it seriously. He didn't even think about how a dead chicken could get to the hall where he closed the door. The next night he encountered something similar, he was also woken up in the middle of the night by a rooster crowing, and then found a chicken that died almost the same way as the first night, and he had an extra heart, and threw the chicken far down the hillside, and when he woke up the next morning, he was suddenly frightened when he opened the door, because he saw that the head of the dead chicken he had thrown away last night was caught in the crack of his door, and the head of the chicken was still facing his bedroom.

I asked Hu Zongren, caught in the crack of the door, what was the situation, I couldn't imagine. Hu Zongren said that it was probably the chicken's body outdoors, but its head was in the house, as if someone accidentally caught the chicken's head when closing the door. I sighed, Hu Zongren continued, when he received the call, he also asked the farmer, what is the shape of the chicken after opening the door, and now everyone knows the door, even walnuts can be crushed, when the door is closed, the head of the chicken is clamped, and the neck of the chicken is afraid that it will be crushed a long time ago. The farmer told him that the strange thing was that when the farmer opened the door, the carcass of the chicken that was caught fell down, and it seemed that the chicken's feet were off the ground when it was clamped. And the most surprising thing for the farmers was that there was a chicken standing in the yard a few meters away from their door. He carefully identified the dead chicken he had found the first night, which he had thrown away the next morning, but now he was standing in the yard, staring at their door.

Hu Zongren's words made me dumbfounded, I had never heard of such a thing at all. So I stammered and asked Hu Zongren if someone was playing a prank and deliberately scaring this farmer. Hu Zongren patted his thigh and said that he thought so at first, but on the third night, the peasant did not sleep when he heard it, but stayed in the hall and closed the door, holding a rake in his hand, planning to go out immediately to see if someone was estimating him if he heard the chicken calling again, but as soon as the chicken crowed in panic that night, he immediately rushed out of the door, and the flashlight shone directly in the direction of the chicken pen, and really found a squatting figure in the center of the chicken pen.

Hu Zongren said, so the farmer shouted, which turtle son is alone there! Ge Laozi stands up! "Lonely" is a Sichuan dialect, which means squatting. But the figure did not move, and when the farmer saw that the chickens in his henpen were dodging in all directions, there was an empty piece in the middle, and there was only the figure in that place. Seeing that the creature did not speak, the farmer picked up a handful of mud from the ground and threw it at the figure, only to see the mud running through the shadow. I interrupted Hu Zongren and said, it must be a ghost, only a ghost has such a characteristic, using mud to fight ghosts, this farmer is really brave.

Hu Zongren went on to say, isn't it, when the farmer saw all this, he also realized that the thing in front of him was not a person, so his beloved Hu Tian grabbed the ground and fled, but when he entered the house, because he did not grasp the terrain, he tripped on the threshold, and when he fell, his head hit the table in the hall, and he was knocked unconscious, and he woke up in the middle of the day the next day and began to call to find someone, and then he found us.

Hu Zongren said that he only knew so much about the road, although I thought it was funny, but it was the first time I had encountered such a case, so I was looking forward to knowing the truth of the road. So I told Hu Zongren, don't patronize it, you have to show me the way!

Hu Zongren pointed to the ramp of the Inner Ring Expressway not far in front of me and said, you just get off the road here, and I am not familiar with the rest of the road, so let's ask if you can go.