The first time I came into contact with Mr. Yin and Yang, who was particularly powerful, was in 2006, when I was 13 years old.

In September, the aunts in the village walked around outside my yard and chattered, talking about the old man of the Li family.

"Li Qingshan has spent a lot of money this time, and the master invited from Jingzhong City for thousands of miles, called Xie Sanye, is known as a ghost, do you know how people came? By plane! ”

"Mom, I heard that the plane ticket is expensive, and the Li family will have to pay 1,800 yuan for the reimbursement of the travel expenses this time!"

An aunt was speechless, "This is going to be good for Lao Li Tou, if you don't look at it, won't you throw this money in vain and be blind." ”

"Look at your knowledge, it's an airplane! Drops with wings! After a few laps in the sky, 1,800 yuan is not enough for gas money. ”

The aunt who took over the stubble was well-informed, "Didn't Li Qingshan say it a long time ago?" As long as he can save his father's life, money is not a matter, say a thousand things and ten thousand, or our village Lao Cai Dao is not enough, otherwise Li Qingshan still needs to go outside to invite someone? How happy is Lao Cai's solution?! ”

"He Aunt Li, you can't say that, Lao Cai is more than seventy years old, and the hall has long been passed on to his daughter, last time I looked for Aunt Cai to see things, just care about the child's deficiency, and Lao Cai rarely fights evil when he goes out, Grandma Bai Xian'er mainly focuses on curing diseases, this thing doesn't dare to compare casually."

"Alas, I just think it's a pity that Lao Cai doesn't earn this money."

"What is a pity? Money or death......"

As the voices faded away, I was doing my homework in the courtyard, and my ears were receiving them without a match.

Recently, people have been passing by every day to talk about Grandpa Li's house.

No way.

Whoever calls my house is on the way to the Li family.

Speaking of which, Grandpa Li is really evil.

There has always been a small temple in our village, next to the land at the west end of the village, which is more than half a person high, and is built of blue bricks and tiles.

Generally, when you see this kind of simple small temple in other places, you will think that it is a land temple, but this one in our village is not.

The village elders said it was a wild temple.

It was full of lonely ghosts.

For as long as I can remember, the small temple has been a hard part of the village to ignore, and it has a presence every now and then.

Every year around Qingming Festival, or around the middle of July, it will emit the sound of men and women singing in the middle of the night.

It seems that someone has set up a stage in front of the temple, and the sound of strings and sassafras accompanied by various singing voices can float far away.

The small temple is still next to the earth, and you will pass by when you go to farm, and bones will often turn out in the ground.

Forget about bone sticks and bone residue.

If you're lucky, you can pull out a skull and play with four eyes.

Don't ask if you're afraid.

It's numb.

The small temple has been around for too long.

It is higher than the seniority of some of the old people in the village.

It is said that during the Republic of China, there was a troupe passing by the village late at night, and they met the beard when they passed through this place in the chaos of the month.

Not only was the troupe robbed of all their money, but their lives were also lost, and after the blizzard, the corpses were covered.

After many days, the villagers who passed by noticed the abnormality.

He wondered why there were more mounds out of thin air, and when he set aside the snow, he saw the corpses lying all over the place.

Each one of them was dead, staring at gray eyes, and there were blood marks at the corners of their eyes.

It seems that he sang a play before he died, and the oil paint painted on his face was shocking in the winter.

The horrific corpses were almost sent away by the villagers who found them.

Since then, strange things have often happened in the village.

In the middle of the night, someone would rush to knock on the door and shout for help, but no one would open the door.

The weirdest thing is that even if the door is wide open, the door panel will still clatter non-stop, and the cry for help is close in front of you, and you can't see a person.

Not long after, the beard that roamed the countryside died one after another in the land at the west end of the village.

I thought that as soon as I died, the matter would stop, but the knocking on the door continued.

The people in the village couldn't stand it, so they asked Grandpa Cai's grandfather to help deal with it.

After Mr. Cai came into contact, he said that the resentment of the troupe was too heavy and it was strong.

His Tao can't be extinguished, and if he comes hard, it will not only be easy to cause disaster to the descendants of his Cai family, but also have an impact on the feng shui fortune in the village.

After thinking about it again and again, Old Man Cai was determined to seek coexistence and build a small temple for the undead, which could be regarded as appeasing them.

For nearly 100 years, the small temple has accompanied the growth of several generations of people in our village with the sound of opera.

Anyway, it sings it, and we have to live ours.

If the children in other villages are disobedient, they may be scared by the big bad wolf by their parents, and they will be taken away by the big bad wolf.

Our village is much simpler and rude, hey, if you don't obey, I'll throw you a small temple!

It's better than the big bad wolf, and it's a slip to care about children.

I thought we would coexist with the small temple all the time with the well water and not the river water.

Who knows that it was splashed with black dog blood by someone some time ago.

Those who lack virtue will also spill a bowl!

It's like being poor!

Grandpa Li's side followed suit!

To be precise, after Grandpa Li was recruited, the Li family found that blood was splashed in the small temple.

About a week ago, Grandpa Li went to a banquet and couldn't wake up when he came home.

The Li family pondered that it was not the old man who drank alcohol that caused cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, after all, there were old people in the village who had a cerebral infarction and cerebral hemorrhage after drinking, Li Qingshan was in a hurry and was about to send his father to the hospital, which Cheng thought that as soon as the old man was lifted up, he sang with his eyes closed!

Everyone is familiar with the humming and singing voice, the exclusive lullaby of our village in the middle of the night.

The Li family tacitly put Grandpa Li back on the kang and went to invite Grandpa Cai nearby.

Grandpa Cai quickly figured out the crux of the problem, and the root was in the small temple, and this situation was rushed at a glance.

It's clear that there are dirty things in the temple, and people haven't made trouble for a hundred years, and they just open their voices from time to time.

Now it has been splashed with black dog blood, which is equivalent to being doused head-on with hot oil.

Sting!

It's oily.

They hurt.

Grandpa Li was put on the body!

As for who did this lack of morality and smoke, why did he get on Grandpa Li's body, Grandpa Cai couldn't push it out, bluntly said that it couldn't be solved, and urged the Li family to hurry up and invite capable people, this situation is comparable to a fierce ghost coming out of the cage.

If it is not solved as soon as possible, not only will Old Man Li die, but the village, which has been quiet for nearly a hundred years, will face strange things again.

In the middle of the night, someone knocks on the door and shouts for help.

Can't you open the door?

This time, the dirty thing is not civilized and polite, so I climbed directly into the window and sat on the side of your kang.

The Li family is like a great enemy, and they can't think about how to get entangled, the first thing is to solve it first.

Mr. looked for this, and Grandpa Li also made trouble.

Twenty-four hours non-stop singing.

The evil didn't wait to send it away, and Grandpa Li saw that the sky was serious.

Don't speak.

All kinds of work.

For a while, it was a green coat, with light dancing water sleeves and a graceful waist.

For a while, it was a knife and a horse, carrying a mop stick as a red tassel gun.

The hand can also touch the pheasant's tail without physical objects, and get rid of a Mu Guiying!

Not only that, but he would also take all kinds of small steps, running around the house in circles, as if he was holding a belt in his hands, and running with his legs kicking.

In a square inch, he was stunned to make Grandpa Li run out of a bold feeling.

Although we didn't look at it, don't worry, some people passed by outside my yard and chattered.

That's like Grandpa Li appeared in front of me!