At the beginning of heaven and earth, the order was undecided, and the gods and demons did not take their place and did not perform their duties, and the universe was a chaos, floods and fierce beasts raging the land of China. Nine out of ten of the dead and wounded were killed and wounded, and most of those who survived fled to high mountain places to avoid the disaster.

Among the many high mountains, there is a mountain named Wonsan. It is not as high, strange, dangerous, and beautiful as his mountain, but it is not ordinary. There are many ants on the yin side of the mountain, which are as big as fists, sharp teeth and sharp mouths, and extremely fierce. There are many plants and trees on the sunny side of the mountain, but there are some low shrubs, there are almost no trees, only on the edge of the cliff halfway up the mountainside, a pear tree is born, this tree is both tall and straight, the pavilion is like a cover, the posture is very beautiful.

There is a bird perched on the pear tree, and the pear tree is accompanied day and night, giving birth to many emotions, and it has to return to the tree no matter how late it is to go out to forage.

At that time, in addition to the birds, there was an eagle on the top of Yuanshan, and there was a white insect in the soil not far from the pear tree.

One day, the flood water rose suddenly, and when it saw that the pear tree was about to be flooded, the bird was so anxious that it built a stone embankment around the pear tree in an attempt to keep the flood water out. It goes on day and night, back and forth.

The white worm's home was flooded, and it clinged to the pear tree to escape the flood.

The eagle left Yuanshan and leaped above the nine heavens, staring at the vast land in search of food.

When the bird found the white worm, it was furious, pecked it to death, and then flew up and went to look for stones.

The eagle spotted the bird and swooped down as fast as lightning.

The finch rises, the eagle falls, and as soon as the two meet, between the lightning and flint, the bird is pinched to death by the eagle's claws.

At this moment, only a loud bang was heard, and the whole world suddenly fell silent, and the flood, which was still roaring, became calm without a trace of waves. At the same time, from the distant horizon, a blood-colored cloud floated in, it seemed to be broken, scattered in all directions, like raindrops, falling rapidly. One of them falls on the eagle, one on the pear tree, and one on the white worm. Because the bird is hidden under the belly of the eagle, it has no chance to receive this blood. Legend has it that this blood water is the essence blood of Nuwa when she mends the heavens and is martyred, but anyone who receives this essence blood, regardless of beasts, birds, flowers, plants, fish and insects, can become Buddhas, immortals, and monsters.

Time flashed for a thousand years, the vicissitudes of life, changed a few rounds of the world, the world is changing, everything is changing, but the pear tree on Yuanshan is still the same as a thousand years ago, coldly watching the ups and downs of this world, life and death, flashy right and wrong.

During the Great Ming Shun period, there was a village that had just been built in the place of more than ten miles north of Yuanshan, although this village was remote, but it was rich. The reason for this is that the place is rich in medicinal herbs, especially Asparagus, which is recognized as the best quality, and the trade in medicinal herbs has made the village quickly rich, and this village is called Wen Ma.

Wenma is located in the southeast, and there has always been abundant rain, but one year, for some reason, it encountered a protracted drought, and it did not fall for several months. If this continues, not only will the herbs be harvested, but even survival will be a problem.

The villagers panicked, they believed in cause and effect, and felt that there must be something strange in it, so they spent a lot of money to invite an old way.

Lao Dao bluntly said that there was a female ghost here, and because she died with great resentment in her heart, she became a drought after death, and it was she who caused this drought.

Lao Dao also said that if he wanted to crack it, he had to dig her grave, raise her coffin, burn her corpse, and raise her ashes. Only in this way can she be destroyed and unable to do evil.

After the old Tao finished speaking, he received the reward, and soon disappeared without a trace.

After listening to the old way, the villagers were naturally happy and worried, happy that they had found the cause of the drought, and worried about who to do? After all, digging graves and digging graves is detrimental to yin morality, not to mention digging the grave of the ghost girl.

Thinking of this, the hope that had just been ignited was suddenly extinguished, and the villagers did not dare to take this errand one by one.

Just when everyone hesitated, several bold teenagers stepped forward, they explained the pros and cons, and encouraged everyone to unite against the ghost girl. Everyone was dyed by the passion of the young man, and they were eager to try, each returned home to get tools, and marched towards the grave of the ghost girl.

While the passion was still there, the villagers quickly excavated, after all, there was a lot of strength in numbers, and in a short time, the tomb was dug up, revealing a red coffin.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the villagers couldn't help but shiver, only to feel a cool chill from the soil to the soles of their feet, and then from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and sousou's scalp was numb. "Could it be that the yin wind is blown by the ghost girl?" The villagers couldn't help but start to be scared again.

Everyone surrounded the coffin, looking at each other, no one dared to lift the lid of the coffin, and the young men who took the lead also wilted at this time, quietly hidden in the crowd. Everyone didn't say a word, but you look at me, I look at you, trying to inspire others with their eyes, but others all pretended to turn a blind eye, and the atmosphere at this time was extremely embarrassing.

Suddenly, the mound of soil that had just been dug out moved coldly, although it was very slight, but it startled everyone, and they all took a step back and asked, "What could be in it?" ”

Before he could finish speaking, the mound moved again, this time even more, and the crowd stirred uneasily, clenching the tools in their hands and making a wrestling motion.

Suddenly, a handful of dirt was pushed open, and an object popped out of the soil, and everyone looked at it, only to see that this thing was the size of a wine cup, like a frog not a frog, like a bird but not a bird, it was completely white, and its flesh and blood were clearly visible to the light. It was so rare that even the oldest in the village had never seen it, let alone what it was.

At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted: "Isn't it a ghost girl?" ”

As he spoke, the monster jumped at the people. People were at a loss, anxious and afraid, and suddenly huddled together.

At this time, someone shouted: "This is the ghost girl who wants to harm us, instead of sitting still, it is better to give it a go and fight with her." As soon as the people heard that this was reasonable, they rushed up angrily, raised the tool in their hands, and struck it hard, and with a cup of tea, they smashed it into a mess of flesh and blood. People laughed, with the attitude of a victor, as if the one who was stoned to death was the evil ghost.

"Boom" a sudden thunder startled everyone, looked up at the sky, the sky was still clear, I don't know when the sky changed, and there were dense dark clouds.

"Looks like it's going to rain." Seeing this, the people rejoiced, gathered their tools, and hurried towards the village. They forgot all about the naked ghost girl's coffin that was still on the side.

After everyone walked away, a thunderbolt suddenly came, and it hit the coffin lid impartially, and the coffin lid flew out. At the same time, a pair of pale and thin hands slowly poked out of the coffin and clinged to the edge.

The wind blew more urgently, and at first glance, it sounded as if a woman was saying, "Good, good, good"