originally planned to go to Qiaoshan's old monster together, but Dou Yaer suddenly wanted to accompany her mother, and the two broke up after sending Zhou Mengyuan out of the village.

It was getting late, and Zhou Mengyuan quickened his pace. From time to time, wolf howls and all kinds of strange howls were heard, and they were very frightened. Suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, looked back and hurriedly hid to the side of the road.

There was a cavalry of about ten people whizzing by, and just by the appearance of those people, it was clear that they were bandits from the mountains.

Zhou Mengyuan hated these bandits who did all kinds of evil, and secretly swore that one day he would have the ability to destroy this bandit team. But will there be such a day? unless you have seventy-two changes. Just the pile of meat pieces that Qi Hengxing can't move with ten people like himself.

The egg touches the stone, and it is powerless.

The vast road to revenge is not easy to talk about.

When he reached about five miles from his home, he suddenly saw a blue flame in the wilderness, either rising in the afterglow of the setting sun, or hovering off the ground a few times and disappearing.

Zhou Mengyuan has already heard and witnessed this.

It's a spiritual fire!

It is especially common in hot summers when temperatures are high.

Practice has proved that wherever there is a spiritual fire, there must be a tomb underneath.

After these tombs are excavated, will there be treasures and artifacts inside?

Guessing while walking, he turned his head to look, and in the hazy moonlight, Zhou Mengyuan forgot his fear and slowed down his pace.

slowed down his pace, but his feet were fettered, "Mom!" With an exclamation, Zhou Mengyuan fell.

As he got up, he felt a hand under his armpit.

When he turned his face to look, there was a person in filial piety clothes behind him.

In the hazy moonlight, everything was blurred.

But the filial clothes were pale and pale, as clear as they could be seen in the day.

Looking at it again, the figure and appearance of the person wearing filial piety clothes quickly became clear, his height was two zhang away, his chest was full of blood-red hair, his eyes were like copper bells, his mouth was like a hanging river, his teeth were like crescent moons, his legs were like pennies, his hands were like dustpans, and his face was as big as a basin with heavy makeup, and there was a trace of creepy skin and laughter.

couldn't help but "buzz" and his head exploded, Zhou Mengyuan's scalp was tight, his hair stood on end, and cold sweat was like a downpour.

Turning around to escape, he stumbled under his feet, and fell again—

Fainting passed.

I don't know how long it took to regain consciousness, but I was surprised to find that I was lying next to my grandmother, which made me even more frightened.

What's going on here?

"Grandma!

Grandma wakes up from her deep sleep.

"Yuan'er, when did you come back?"

"I don't know. Grandma, I've got a ghost tonight·····" Zhou Mengyuan told his grandmother about his journey in horror.

After hearing this, the old woman said disapprovingly: "We have private houses here from the Shang Dynasty to the present, and where there are living people, there are naturally dead people, and where there are dead people, there are naturally tombs and ghosts." ”

"Grandma, don't scare your grandchildren. Overall, ghosts are extremely rare, aren't they?"

"No, no, no!"

Grandma simply sat up and put on a posture of talking freely.

"If you go to the crossroads and listen carefully on the Qingming Festival or the night of the first month of the new month, you will hear ghosts talking, ghosts crying, ghosts laughing, and ghosts fighting. There are more types of ghosts than people, what hanged ghosts, starving ghosts, ghouls, angry ghosts, supporting dead ghosts, miserly ghosts, 'five ghosts', hairy ghosts, yin and yang gods······ Oh, many, many names, grandma can't remember them for a while.

"Once upon a time, there was a mage named Youwa in Shandi Village, who knew gossip and yin and yang, and he did the work of several wealthy families by himself. During the day, he drank and slept, and at night he gathered the ghosts and spirits together to work for him.

"There was a proprietor who saw that Youwa didn't go to the field all day, but the work in the field was well placed, and he thought it was strange, so he secretly monitored it.

"There was no movement for a few days, and in the middle of the night, the third watch called a baby outside the window.

"'There's a baby, there's a baby, it's going to rain, go and stack wheat on the field.'" ’

"Youwa knew that the owner lied to him, and responded, 'No rain. I stuck my head out of the window and looked at the sky full of stars. Haha!'

What "window sticks out of the head"? What "sky full of stars"? It's just nonsense! The old woman said, laughing herself.

The proprietor was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and obediently went back to the house to sleep.

"The next day at dinner, the sky was gloomy, the climate became cold, it was a sign of imminent rain, the owner asked if there was a stack of wheat, there was a baby drank a mouthful of batter and said not to let the owner worry, the owner saw that there was a baby when he went out with the line, so he quietly followed.

In the darkness, I saw a baby lighting the incense watch, and kept chanting incantations in his mouth.

After a while, zombies and demons from the south, south, and northwest gathered together, jumping and jumping, and soon a wheat was stacked.

It was dark, and the proprietor hid in the dark, holding his breath, and opened his eyes wide, only to see the bundles of wheat straw, floating up from different places, flying high and low in the air in one direction, and then neatly placed in layers.

"I can't imagine if anyone believes it.

Since then, Youwa has become famous.

One night, in the middle of the night, a rapid knock on the door woke up Youwa, and it was concluded that someone must have asked him to subdue demons and catch ghosts.

The little daughter-in-law held a red horse in her hand, saying that the house was haunted and scared her husband to death, and that he had to go no matter what the price.

So he took his belt and rode away.

The little daughter-in-law led the horse to the wind, and even the horse's steps could not catch up with her.

"Some babies are puzzled, such a fast and light footstep, is it a person or not?

"I don't know how long I walked, and I don't know how far I walked, but the baby's eyelids began to fight.

In the dark, I suddenly heard a few rooster crowings.

"Ah! It's almost dawn!

"When Youwa woke up, she only felt that her body had floated down from the air and fallen into a deep valley.

"It was the shepherds who found him and sent him home.

After careful analysis, Youwa concluded that a vixen took him away.

"I was scared of a serious illness.

"After being bedridden for a few days, he passed away. ”

Zhou Mengyuan was so frightened that he wanted to stop his grandmother several times, but his strong curiosity stopped the idea again and again.

Suddenly, an idea came to me -

If you learn the art of making ghosts and gods and gather them to deal with Qi Hengxing, you may be able to win by surprise.

"Grandma, is there a baby who has not taken in apprentices? It's a pity that this kind of witchcraft has been lost. ”

"I don't know. I have only heard of Taoist martial arts masters who have cultivated this technique, which is specially used to fight and serve themselves. ”

"Grandma, I've heard that someone scared the ghost away?"

"Huh. What do you say?" said Grandma's tone relaxed.

"In the neighboring village, there was a man digging a grave.

"I saw that the tomb owner's hair was black and thick, and it was intact.

"Take it home and tie it to a wooden handle to make a flicker for patting the dirt on your clothes.

"Hair is immortal, immortal for thousands of years.

"The owner of the tomb often came and asked for his braids.

The man said that he would not give anything, but would use it every day.

One evening, the man went down to the field and returned home.

"When I washed my face and wiped my face, the towel in the basin was gone.

"When I put my pipe and lit it, I couldn't find the sickle in the tobacco leaf box.

"When I was sleeping, the lids on the kang were rolled up.

"I feel that something is wrong, so I quickly call my wife.

"My wife came over and saw that it was haunted.

"Broke his mouth and scolded, 'Is it a ghost or a god who shows up, see if you are powerful or the old lady is powerful!'

The words just fell.

"I saw the pots and pans in the stove room spinning out in the air one by one, and the 'boom' collided as if they were about to burst.

"The water was poured out.

"The oil was drenched.

"The spicy noodles are mixed in salt.

The flour in the jar was scattered all over the ground.

The two of them were angry and scared.

"Dumbfounded, dumbfounded.

The ghost tried to go one step further and frighten the two of them.

"'Hee-hee... If you don't send the braids back, I'll show you my face. ’

As he spoke, the ghost appeared.

"Wearing a large white cloth underwear, bald and bareheaded.

"The silver-white skull's skull suddenly sprouted muscles.

"Living people in general.

His lips turned up, revealing a pair of sharp fangs.

A wide tongue of blood hung under his chin.

"That face changed faster than the blink of an eye.

"Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple.

"As the face changes, so does the shape of the face.

"Round, square, elliptical, angular, angular, sharp, flattened.

"It's terrifying.

The husband was already scared and lay down.

"Curled up, covered his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"Women die on top, using all the strength and wisdom of motherhood.

"Yuan'er, you must know that if people are open-minded, women are more fierce than men.

In desperation, the woman pulled down her pants, put her head on the ground, and gave the ghost a big snow-white ass. Hehe.

"'Oh my god!' This shrew doesn't change, but when it changes, it's a rare face, like a woman's pooping and peeing ass. Bad luck!'

The next day, the two obediently took the sacrifices, paper money, and the clothes and braids of the tomb owner to the tomb, and gave them what they should have given and returned what they should have returned, and apologized with sincerity.

Since then, the family has been safe and sound. ”

Zhou Mengyuan was fascinated by what he heard, forgot his fear, sat up and lit the candle a long time ago, and he didn't feel sleepy.

With one hand, he held his grandmother's delicate and smooth hand, and with the other hand gently rubbed the back of his hand, trying to keep the old man in a state of excitement and good memory.

"Grandma, remember that our family used to have a lot of antiques and bronzes. Where did they come from?"

"All of them were dug out of the ground when your ancestors opened up the wasteland. Why are you still asking this? They've long since become someone else's. It's a pity! If you sell it, it's not worth a few buckets of wheat!"

"Sell, where can I sell it?" Zhou Mengyuan became serious, his eager eyes flashing with longing.

"There is a money bank in our county, and there are people there who have been buying it for a long time. Remember, your mother once wanted to sell a few pieces to help your uncle's family, but your father paid a high price for 'buying'. Your father said that this is a national treasure, a wealth of our nation, and has archaeological value, if it is sold and passed on to foreign thieves, not only will the country lose its treasure, but also the nation will be humiliated. Alas, our Zhou family has practiced the right path since ancient times, loves the country and the people, how can we..."

Thinking of the loss of relatives and home, the old woman's invisible eyes glistened with tears.

This time, Zhou Mengyuan did not match his grandmother's sadness, but became stronger.

Because, from so many stories of his grandmother, Zhou Mengyuan figured out some veins that are valuable to his future.

Because, if you want to take revenge, you must first have considerable strength.

Tears do not drown the enemy.

Grief can only be used as motivation.

The rooster has crowed three times, and the ghosts and gods have long since disappeared.

The turquoise water surface of the Seven Star River rippled layer upon layer.

The handsome bird on the tree at the top of the kiln sang.

A new day came from the morning light with a red cloak in the white morning light of the oriental fish's belly······

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