Liu Laoliu's damage move is a two-pronged approach, not only to dig out Wang Laoqi, but also to send Xiaoying over.

According to Liu Laoliu, there is nothing wrong with giving gifts and giving double copies.

The village chief just ignited his hope and let Liu Lao Liu put out a basin of cold water, which was called a big fire, and when he was about to scold Liu Lao Liu, Liu Lao Liu's eyes suddenly widened, and the whole person was stunned, his mouth was crooked, and he said: "The heart is broken and difficult to treat......

This is a bit inexplicable, the village chief thought that this Liu Lao Liu was stumbling on himself, and the long-suppressed anger suddenly jumped up: "Damn, Liu Lao Liu gave you face, didn't he?" You ......"

The village chief didn't finish scolding, Liu Laoliu suddenly rolled his eyes, and he frothed at the mouth and fell down.

Everyone was dumbfounded, how could a good person say that the past was over?

pinched people again, pricked his fingers again, and rubbed his chest, and he was busy with work, and finally woke up Liu Laoliu, but this mouth couldn't come back, and his eyes were slanted to the side.

Experienced women cried out "Oops, mama", "Isn't this cerebral congestion?" ”

Liu Lao Liu became Wu Lao Er next door in the blink of an eye, which made the already anxious village even worse, but no one dared to say anything else.

This retribution came so quickly that the villagers felt afraid. Thinking back to what happened just now, Liu Lao Liu just had a bad idea to give a double gift to the mountain king, and it turned out to be like this, so who would dare to mention this stubble without dying?

So they all chose to listen to the village chief, whether this matter was fabricated by the village chief himself, or if it really happened, turn a blind eye and hurry over!

The village chief was also worried that if this meeting continued, there would be any more problems, and after the decision was made, he hurriedly drove the villagers home.

Since Xiaoying doesn't have to go to the mountain, there is no need to surround so many old women, when the village chief was about to dismiss these women, Yanxia said to the village chief with a pale face: "Third brother, I saw Er Lingzi again just now!" ”

"What?" The village chief was surprised: "Then why didn't you squeak just now?" ”

"How dare I!" Yanxia trembled and said: "I saw that Liu Laoliu had just finished saying that he would give Xiaoying and Wang Laoqi to the mountain king, and the second Lingzi came out from behind him, stretched out his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, and then the words that Liu Laoliu said were actually said by Er Lingzi." I listened to it so much, and the two voices came out together. ”

The village chief only felt a chill creeping up his back, and the cool breeze swished through the cotton coat and hit him directly on the bone stick.

"Third child, does Er Lingzi really want to leave Xiaoying behind?" The village chief's sister-in-law looked at the village chief thoughtlessly and asked.

The village chief nodded slowly: "Er Lingzi doesn't have any companions in the village, so she just plays like our little shadow, it seems that the relationship between the two of them is really deep!" ”

Anyway, it's a good thing that Xiaoying can be safe. As for why the widow and her daughter Er Lingzi died, who was the bloodstain at the entrance of the mountain king's cave, what did Wang Laoqi do to be sorry for their mother, whether the cause of death was because of Er Lingzi and her mother, and what kind of thing did the bite come from, the misty village chief didn't want to figure it out, he just wanted to get this done, then the world was peaceful, and it was another long life year, and when the next year was for Xiaoying to find a mother-in-law, and marry out before the mountain was drawn, this is the right thing!

Early the next morning, before the sun climbed out of the mountain, the village chief took someone to dig out Wang Laoqi.

It is said that in such a short period of time, and it is freezing cold, Wang Laoqi should be as fresh as the pork buried in the snow. But unexpectedly and reasonably, something strange happened, and it failed to stop the tense heart of the village chief.

As soon as the straw mat was dug out, a fishy stench rushed straight up. The villagers who had been plowing the ground almost smoked it, and one by one they sat upwind and retched, and no one wanted to touch the straw mat.

In the end, the village chief dragged the straw mat out with two teeth to scratch it, and when he uncovered it, Wang Laoqi seemed to have bayberry sores, and there were pustules all over his body, these pustules were not frozen, and they continued to burst, and the yellow pus soaked Wang Laoqi's cotton clothes and stuck them with the straw mat, which was really disgusting and disgusting.

At that moment, some people talked about it, saying that this Wang Laoqi must have done something hurtful to the heavens and reason, otherwise it would be impossible to die and not stop.

And the rumors immediately shifted to the most likely issue of life style, and they all began to arrange the scandalous history of Wang Laoqi and the widow's mother and daughter, saying that he must have bullied the poor lady with one stone, otherwise where did the two of them get such a big grievance?

But there is no evidence of all this, the disappearance of the person concerned, the death of the dead, the truth is buried forever, and no one can know.

That year's sacrificial mountain made all the people who experienced it unforgettable for life, and what happened also taught the village a lesson. And this person must not do anything unpleasant, otherwise, retribution will be with him!

Once again, the village regained its peace, and the annual mountain festival was still going on, except for the four people who died that year, and the mountain festival did not go wrong again during the village chief's lifetime.

The people who died that year were the widow and Er Lingzi, Wang Laoqi and Liu Laoliu, who did not pass the year.

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I'm not just here to join in the fun, but more importantly because the company keeps this document in a top-secret cabinet.

That means that this matter is not so simple as mandrill scourging, and there should be something deeper waiting to be excavated. It's just that I don't know why no one has taken over this matter since then.

So on a whim, I made this my first stop.

Today's small mountain village still maintains a relatively primitive state, men and women weave, collect medicine and fish all show the simplicity and nature of the village, and everyone's face is full of happy smiles, if I haven't seen the legend about this village, then I really can't imagine that this is a village that has to experience the pain of life and death every year.

There are no hotels in the village, and although there are tourists who come to visit this longevity village, they usually don't stay for long, because the mountain worship ceremony in the village cannot be known to outsiders.

This is the secret of their village, now people are nosy, most of them do not believe in evil, if they call the police or something, then the chaos in the village is small, annoying the king of the mountain is big, so in line with the principle that more is better than less, the village can stay tourists, but before the wax moon must leave, the joyful New Year has nothing to do with tourists.

When I came, it was already the depths of winter, but it was not yet the lunar month, so I was not driven away, but it also caused quite a stir, because I was wearing a Taoist robe, and the people in the village were shocked and scared when they saw me.

The elderly village chief was quite hospitable, let me into his house, and asked me if I could eat meat, I laughed "haha" and said to the village chief: "Poor people don't eat vegetarians!" ”

So the village chief asked his son to kill chickens and geese happily, stew a pot of fragrant deliciousness, drink their own home-brewed bud grain wine, gnaw on the goose arms, and eat vermicelli, which has a unique flavor.

"This, I don't know what to call it, huh?" The village chief picked up the wine glass, touched it lightly for me, and said, "I heard that your surname is that ...... Public? ”

"It's a ram!" I smiled and drained the turbid wine from the cup, and said to the village chief, "My name is Ram Candle!" ”

"This is the first time I've heard of this surname, and when you first reported the number, I thought your surname was Gong, and it was called Yang Candle." The village chief smiled, pointed to the big basin on the table with chopsticks, and said to me, "The Taoist chief eats vegetables!" ”

I took a piece of golden potato, put it in my mouth, and nodded: "This potato is good, it's soft enough for noodles!" ”

The village chief was very proud and said to me: "The potatoes grown by my family are all famous, and they are definitely one of the best. ”

"Well, that's good." I nodded in admiration.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the village chief put down the wine glass and asked me cautiously: "Did the Taoist chief come to our village to pass by, or to play?" ”

"Can't you just come and see it?" I asked with a smirk.

The village chief smiled "hehe" and said: "Actually, I also guessed, the Taoist chief is not a mortal at first glance, and I can also guess seven or eight points for what he came to our village at this time." ”

I nodded: "Old people, old ghosts!" ”

The village chief laughed, took a sip of wine, and said to me: "Dao Chief, if you are disappointed, although this mountain and this water are a little fierce, but there are three hundred and sixty days a year, just one day, our village can afford it." After so many years of calm and calm, generations have lived like this, and we don't want to make trouble. ”

"Are you worried?" I put down my glass and said to the village chief, "Don't worry, I won't do anything I'm not sure about, and I won't affect anyone in your village." I'm just curious! ”

The village chief waved his hand and said to me: "Dao Chief, we have eaten and drunk, and we can be regarded as having a friendship, and I won't hide it from you, let's not talk about whether this legend is true or not, just say that our village has lived like this, and I am satisfied." You go anywhere, there are few relatives over 100 years old, are they still from our village? I'm sixty-six this year, my grandfather can still go up the mountain from time to time to pick up some bird eggs, pick some wild vegetables and herbs or something, my grandma is still deaf and blind, three meals a day for my grandfather to serve the beautiful, my dad also goes to the old lady from time to time to rub rice, I can also kowtow to them every year during the New Year, fishing for big red envelopes, this is in other places, is it all news? ”

I nodded very affirmatively, it hurts so much to treat the old man in his sixties as a grandson, and the ten-year-old man still goes to his parents' house to eat, and he can indeed be on the news.

"So, not only do we not need the Taoist to do things for us, on the contrary, we are worried about what the Taoist will do." The village chief asked me earnestly, "Dao Chief, do you understand?" ”

"I understand!" I smiled and said to the village chief, "What you mean is nothing more than worrying that I will make your mountain king angry and cause trouble in the village." Or maybe I was lucky enough to clean it up, and the village lost such a mountain god to take care of it, and the secret of longevity would be lost, right? ”

The village chief nodded, stretched out his hand and grabbed a chicken thigh for me, and said to me: "So the Taoist chief looks at my old skin and old face, it's okay to eat, drink and play, just don't do that, do you think?" ”

I groaned for a while and said to the village chief, "You are so old, and it is not authentic for me to lie to you." What's more, you still have such a sumptuous table of delicacies, I can't refuse your proposal, but I don't want to go back so empty-handed, I'm not here to eat iron pot stew, right? ”

When the village chief heard what I said, his brows suddenly wrinkled slightly, and he pretended to be stupid and asked me: "Does the chief want to bring some mountain goods back?" No problem with this! ”

I smiled at the village chief: "You know what I'm talking about, I won't talk to you Mingren, so don't go around me." ”

"Dao Chief, can we discuss it properly?" The village chief was a little anxious when he saw that I still had to do something.

I comforted him and said, "Don't worry, I won't annoy your mountain king, I just want to see and learn, so it's always okay, right?" ”

"This ......" The village chief hesitated, glanced at me inadvertently, I looked at him with a smile, with my current dignity, with a malicious smile, it was really a child to an old man, no one can eat it.

So the village chief finally nodded and said to me, "The Taoist chief must be true to his word!" ”

"You can rest assured that everything is in the wine!" With that, I took a sip of the wine in the glass.

The village chief looked preoccupied and slowly drank the amber wine.

I stayed in the house of the village chief, who was the richest in the village and was loved by the villagers, and the seven shiny tiled houses were as eye-catching as the landmarks in the village.

His children and grandchildren lived with him, and I was assigned to the westernmost room, next to the village chief's second son's house.

That is, the younger brother of Xiaoying back then, named Xiaoyong, is more than ten years older than my real age, but compared to my age after my disguise, then he has to call me "uncle".

When I was drinking with his father, Xiao Yong's daughter-in-law cleaned up the house for me, Xiao Yong took the road a little bit, and burned the kang head to a hot person, I felt a little unbearable when I lay on it through a thick layer of mattress, as if sitting on the stove.

This is not felt in the city made of reinforced concrete, the electric blanket or the newly invented electric kang surface, can not be compared with this primitive soil kang, those things sleep for a long time on the fire, the hot kang head will not.

So although I feel like I am being "tormented" back and forth like a green onion cake, I am still reluctant to leave the warm quilt, at most I turn over from time to time, beware of being burned so neatly......