At the beginning of the second year of Xuantong, the League revolted in Guangzhou, because of the sudden clash between the new army and the local police, the Qing army condescendingly shelled and caused huge casualties, and hundreds of people were killed and arrested. It was in such a situation that Mr. Yao, who was originally teaching in Furong Ridge, Guangzhou, was unexpectedly involved in a disaster.

Yao Guoliang's grandfather, Mr. Yao, was an honest man, and he traveled all over the countryside in China in his early years, one to experience the customs and customs, and the other to provide pen materials for the transmission of books. When he arrived at Furong Mountain, the revolution broke out, and he was forced to make a living to avoid disaster, so he opened a private school in the village, teaching seven or eight children every day to make ends meet. His students are all children from nearby villages, and their families have little money to spare for farming, so they only take turns to take care of his coarse tea and light meals every day to cover the tuition fees, and his life can barely make ends meet.

There is a Jinding temple in this hibiscus mountain, it is rumored that the incense was quite vigorous in the past, but when he came, the temple people have disappeared, leaving an empty temple, the temple is green mountains in front and back, the mountain is full of desolate graves, and some coffins that are not buried are exposed in the wild.

One evening, several students were already returning home from school. Mr. Yao had nothing to do, so he went up to the hillside outside the Jinding Temple and overlooked the scenery to express his nostalgia. At this moment, the sunset is like fire, and the mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the twilight is vast, which is a picturesque beauty. He was looking at it with great pleasure when he suddenly noticed a man in white walking hurriedly on the hillside.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but wonder a little in his heart, because at this time, seeing that the sky was about to dark, and the mountains behind him had never been inhabited, how could anyone walk in this wilderness? Even if someone comes here occasionally, isn't he afraid of jackals and beasts on the mountain? He kept staring at the man in white to see where he was going. I saw this person walking like the wind, his footsteps were fluttering, and when he came to a camphor tree, he flashed and disappeared. He was greatly surprised when he saw this, thinking that he was dazzled for a moment, and wanted to look more closely, but because it was getting late, he could not see clearly, so he had to return to the bottom of the mountain full of suspicion.

The next day, when the sun was setting, he still went up the hillside outside the temple to look at the mountains, but when the sky was getting dark, he saw the white shadow of yesterday walking quickly in the forest, and this time it was still a trail until it disappeared under the camphor tree. He wanted to see what was going on, but when he looked up, the road was dark, the clouds were dark, and there would be a rainstorm coming soon, so he had to give up again and go down the mountain.

But after returning home, he couldn't figure out who the man in white was, how he could disappear into the camphor tree for no reason, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became, so in the early morning of the third day, when the sky was just shining, he hurried straight to the mountain before the students came to class. He panted and walked through the moments of tea, and finally came to the hillside. There was nothing unusual in this place except for the dense woods and a dozen or so deserted graves, and when he walked under the camphor tree where the man in white had disappeared, he saw a black lacquered coffin parked on the ground, and the weeds around him were knee-high. This coffin, which has been weathered for a long time, shows no signs of decay.

When he saw the coffin, he couldn't help but think in his heart, could it be it? He suddenly thought of the words he had seen in the Book of Changes: "The white man is also a golden elephant." Could it be that some thieves hid the stolen gold and silver in this coffin? If this is the case, it must be that God has mercy on me for my bad luck and a windfall.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he was happy, and he couldn't wait to open the coffin to get the treasure, but when he stretched out his arms and pushed it hard, the coffin lid didn't move. He looked around carefully, but there was no trace of a falcon, and he was inevitably a little frustrated. Looking up, it was already on the rise at the moment, and the students were about to come to the door, so they had no choice but to go home.

After walking all the way, I thought about it all the way, and decided to come back in the evening with an axe and split the coffin with an axe. At this time, he was distracted, hastily finished his homework for the students, and ran up the hill with an axe. When the sky was dark, the man in white really flashed away as before, he saw it in his eyes, and secretly rejoiced in his heart that the time had come.

When the moon was in the sky that night, the breeze was gentle. Mr. Yao took advantage of the moonlight like a mirror to walk to the coffin with an axe, and cut it down with all his strength. Hearing only the sound of "bang", the valley buzzed, and an inch-long gap opened on the coffin lid.

Seeing this, he was even more energetic, and at the moment his hands kept chopping down continuously, only to hear the dull sound of "Kuang Kuang", echoing in the surrounding mountains, startling countless birds around. He slashed more than a dozen times, seeing that the gap was getting bigger and bigger, and finally cut a large hole about a foot in diameter in the coffin lid. When he saw that the hole was large enough to reach into his hands and take out the contents, he threw down his axe, and impatiently walked to the coffin and looked down through the hole.

It's not a good look, it's a surprise. I saw the bright moonlight above my head shining from the entrance of the cave, shining on a green face, this strange face with dry skin and dark lips, dark beards, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, it was a dead young man dressed in white, his back was shocked into a cold sweat, his legs were limp and he sat on the ground after two steps.

After a while, there was no movement in the coffin, and then he finally came to his senses, he thought that the coffin was a gold and silver treasure, but he didn't expect it to be a corpse, could it be that God was teasing him? But after thinking about it, maybe there were a lot of gold and silver treasures to accompany the burial of the dead body in the coffin, and it was unknown that it was coming, anyway, it was coming, so I simply put my hand in and groped for it.

But he shivered and touched it, but he couldn't find a burial vessel, and he couldn't help but be so depressed that he was about to take out his hand, when he suddenly touched the corpse's left hand, which was clenched into a fist, as if he was pinching something. He couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart, what he was holding in his hand was either pearls or gold, and if he was lucky, if he was lucky, it was a treasure like a pearl of the night, and he wanted to break the fingers of the dead corpse with both hands at the moment.

Unexpectedly, the dead man's hand was clenched very tightly, and he took great difficulty to break open a finger, feeling that the finger was thin and sharp, and there were long nails. Just as he was about to break open the second finger, he suddenly found that the corpse under him was shocked, and before he could react, he saw a pair of red eyes that had been opened, and the yellow pupils shrunk to the size of mung beans, staring at him.

He suddenly felt that his scalp was numb and his hair stood on end, and he opened his mouth to scream, but he couldn't scream after opening his mouth for a long time. Looking at the corpse again, one of the lips was scarlet, revealing two sharp fangs, and it seemed that two sneers were heard in a trance, like a night owl crying in the air. Mr. Yao's soul was scattered, his liver and gall were broken, his mind was blank, and he suddenly retracted his hands from the coffin with a sudden scream, turned around, and stumbled straight down the mountain.

I saw the white-clothed corpse in the coffin jump out and spread his arms horizontally, and rushed straight towards him. He was desperately trying to escape in front of him while listening to the sound of grass behind him, and couldn't help but secretly cry out in his heart, thinking that this barren mountain and wilderness were uninhabited, and it was night again, even if he desperately shouted, it was useless, and he was a little out of force when he cut the coffin lid too hard, and he was so frightened that his strength gradually exhausted like the end of a strong crossbow, not only panting like a cow in his mouth, but also running slower and slower under his feet like lead.

He could hear the sound of thorns and thorns behind him approaching him, and he was very anxious. As he was running, he suddenly remembered that he had heard the old man say that zombies had stiff legs and could not jump over the ditch. Unexpectedly, the zombies chased after him as if they were walking on the ground, and their speed did not decrease at all, and Wu Sheng was even more frightened at this time, and secretly said that my life is over!

Fortunately, this mountain road is not very long, and it will not take long to run to the door of my house. Just wanted to turn around and close the door but found that the white-clothed corpse had arrived, and in shock, he quickly climbed the stairs with his hands and feet and fled to the second floor......

At dawn the next day, a few boys came to the main hall on time to wait for the gentleman to attend class. It stands to reason that Mr. has been waiting here at this time on weekdays, but today he has not been seen. Seeing that the sun was rising, the boys couldn't wait any longer, worried that the teacher would not be able to get out of bed due to some disease, so they discussed going upstairs to have a look.

But as soon as he went upstairs, he looked up and saw a man in white with his hair scattered, standing in the middle of the stairs with his hands raised and his legs slightly bent, his back to them motionless. Seeing this strange situation, several boys were frightened, and fled in all directions with a shout, and ran back to their homes to tell their parents what they had just seen, so several adults hurriedly gathered together and rushed over, and only then did they know that it was a zombie pounced. So they found a broom and let one of the most daring villagers climb the stairs and sweep it gently, and the zombies rolled down the stairs in response.

Everyone stepped forward to take a closer look and couldn't help but gasp, this white-clothed corpse not only had a hideous face, but also had grown a few inches of white hair on the palms and feet of the feet, and everyone hurriedly found a few scales and pressed them on its chest, in case it broke out and hurt people again. When I went upstairs to find Mr. Yao, I saw him foaming at the mouth and lying on the side of the bed, with only a faint snort.

Someone immediately brought a hot decoction and poured it on him, and then he groaned and slowly woke up. When everyone asked him what happened to lure the zombies out, he told him the truth about last night, and everyone only understood after listening. One of the elderly villagers said to him, "The zombie is stuck in the staircase and cannot move, and it is only after dawn that the yang energy is strong that it restrains it and spares your life." ”

Mr. Yao led them to the camphor tree on the hillside and guided them to the empty coffin, and when the villagers saw it, they slapped their thighs and told the reason: the black lacquer coffin was buried with the son of a couple from the former village. The old couple is sixty years old on this only son, I didn't expect to die of illness last fall, thinking that after they died, no one would give them a funeral, so when they were buried, they put on white clothes in advance, but before they could bury the couple, they were killed by the rebels, so that the coffin has been parked here, I didn't expect to absorb the essence of moonlight every night, and there are camphor trees to shade the sun during the day This became a zombie.

The crowd tied up the zombie and carried it back to the coffin, put a firewood pile on the fire, and burned it clean, and the sky was clear when it was burned, and it rained heavily just after the burning, and it took three days before it cleared.