The two hundred and sixteenth ghost grinding

"It's been blowing evil wind and pushing all night long," Ermao said: "It's really enough for the people of Li Jiayu!"

"It's not over yet!" said Piggy, "What's next!"

"Does the old village chief have action?" Ermao looked at Piggy and hoped for an answer.

"If you want to know what's going on, stay tuned!" Piggy learned to sell the guanzi.

The next day, the people in the village were like a fried pot, and the news of the ghost pushing and grinding spread all at once, and everyone of all ages was frightened. People from all over the country are talking about the haunting of Lijiayu in the streets and alleys.

For several days and nights, the sound of pushing and grinding, squeaking, made the whole village panic, and the sun did not set and closed the door.

In order for the old and young masters in the village to live with peace of mind, the old village chief made up his mind to catch ghosts.

That night, the old village chief found a few brave people on duty, all of them carrying rifles, absolutely real guns.

In this group, except for Liu Tao, the director of the police station, the rest are all people from the village who participated in the rescue of Zhang Daheng and Li Dabao in Jiutian Cave, Ding Xuesheng, Xu Shengli, Wang Jin, Chen Wenqiang and others are among them.

This group of people has dealt with the devil several times, learned the power of the devil, and also learned a lot of experience in defeating the enemy. As for the recent haunting, a few of them didn't take it too seriously, which is called the audacity of the artist.

That night, a group of people gathered at the brigade headquarters, and according to the instructions of the old village chief, a few more incandescent lamps were added than usual, and the light released by each lamp was no less than 1,000 watts of incandescent lamps. According to the instructions of the old village chief, three identical lamps were also hung in the stone mill shed before dark.

Everything was ready to stop, and a group of people gathered in the brigade to do so, just waiting for the devil to appear.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was almost midnight, and there was no ghost at all, and some people yawned and began to feel sleepy.

Liu Tao, the head of the police station, hurriedly reminded everyone to cheer up.

The wall clock in the office ticks the clock and ticks the time away, and in the blink of an eye, it points to two o'clock in the morning. Almost all of them can't keep their spirits up. One person yawns and causes the whole room to become sleepy.

Liu Tao discussed with the old village chief and decided to let everyone sleep on the ground, so that they could wait for work at ease, save people from being sleepy and lacking in combat effectiveness, and Liu Tao and the old village chief were on duty in person.

Everyone folded their clothes and lay down, and after a while, they snored like thunder.

In order to avoid sleepiness, the old village chief specially wrapped a cigarette for Liu Tao, who couldn't smoke, with paper, and filled a pot with a cigarette pouch himself, and then struck a match to light Liu Tao first, and turned back to light it for himself just now, at the moment when he threw away the fire. Suddenly it was dark in the house, and nothing could be seen.

"What's going on?" Liu Tao and the old village chief asked almost in unison. When I turned my face to look out, more than a dozen lights inside and outside were all extinguished unconsciously.

"It's strange! This kind of lamp is not easy to extinguish, and besides, there is no wind, even if it is extinguished, it is impossible to extinguish it all!" Liu Tao was puzzled.

The old village chief did not respond to Liu Tao's question, but asked Liu Tao to wake up the sleeping person quickly, and he lit the hand lamp while speaking.

Liu Tao whispered to wake everyone up, and just when the people were sleepy and didn't understand what was going on, there was a sudden sound of gurgling walking outside.

It was such a dark and silent night, and the footsteps were mysterious and eerie. The step-by-step with a point is like a woman's high heels walking in a hollow hallway, crisp to the ear.

The old village chief felt a trace of fear! In order not to alarm the ghosts outside, he turned off the flashlight.

The sound of footsteps is from far and near, and the sound is small and loud. Gradually, it seems to be approaching the door.

The people who were guarding the room held their breath and did not dare to breathe, and the rhythmic and dotted sound was like a musical instrument beaten by a musician, and each beat with dots struck on their hearts, like a soul-intimidating Dafa, which consumed their courage little by little. Today, the sound of this seemingly ordinary pace sounds to them ten thousand times more terrifying than the fight with the devil a few days ago. And the masculine bodies of the past have become trembling at this moment.

I don't know why? Even the old branch secretary and Liu Tao are no exception.

The footsteps had reached the door, and everyone could hear them very well. In the past, those bloody sweaters were now scrambling to hide behind others.

The footsteps abruptly stopped at the doorway.

One by one, their hearts were pounding. The voice and eyes are thin, and if they are thicker, the heart can jump out and hit the ground. Everyone has a terrible fear that the grinder will break down the door.

The sudden footsteps frightened everyone like frightened piglets, and the pipes were huddled together regardless of their stomachs.

No one wants the devil to break down the door. I secretly prayed in my heart for the blessing of the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. As long as you have a safe night, who cares if you live or die tomorrow?

The footsteps sounded again, fortunately, as promised! The footsteps were walking back, listening to the footsteps that were gradually moving away, and everyone began to let go of their courage and gasp for the stuffy breath in their chests. Then, I began to rejoice that the footsteps were gone.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps made people turn back unprepared, and the pace was a little faster than before, and then the pace was like flying, making people sound as unstoppable as a raging storm.

Everyone was disappointed, and it was expected that this time it would be a catastrophe. When he dodged again, he was not as civilized as before.

Thankfully, the footsteps of a landslide and tsunami stopped again when they came to the door. It's like playing a game. It's like deliberately playing with excitement.

Whatever the purpose of those aliens, they are always fearful and unaffordable for people whose lives are very fragile.

After some tossing, the footsteps really disappeared.

The next day, the villagers opened the door of their house at three o'clock in the morning, and the neighbors began to discuss and speculate about which great hero bravely captured the devil and won the peace of the whole village.

Some people get tired and start napping in the market. Several ghost events in the past few days have made it difficult for everyone to sleep peacefully. Especially last night, people were waiting to ask themselves when the haunting would start? It is better to come early than to come late, it is better to come early and end sooner rather than later, and it is better to sleep peacefully after the ghost is over.

Last night, most people didn't dare to sleep, wondering when the devil would come. The later I waited, the later I felt, the more I felt that the ghost was coming, and who would dare to sleep when the ghost came? Before the ghost came and left, most people stared at each other until dawn.

The ghost hunters didn't catch the ghost, but the ghost was so frightened that he lost his soul, and the worst thing was that he didn't even look at the ghost.

A strange sound of footsteps turned out to be such a high deterrent. It really made the old village chief think of it again. If such a powerful ghost does not hoe, he will be in great trouble every day, but where will the hoe evil ghost go to invite a master? Just as the old village chief was meditating, Li Dabao's father, Uncle Li, came to the office. Seeing that the old branch secretary was worried about catching ghosts, he explained to the old village chief that he went to Lu Village to catch the market, met the Taoist on the way and gave the heavenly master a talisman.

When the old village chief heard that there was such a master, he was very excited, and hurriedly asked where the Taoist man was now? Uncle Li was dumbfounded, because he didn't even ask which Taoist temple that the Taoist lived in.

Uncle Li felt guilty for not being able to ask the Qingdao man where he lived.

The old village chief comforted and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't ask for the address, as long as there is such a capable person, someone will know, we can't help but ask everywhere." ”

The old village chief hurriedly arranged for people to inquire around. It's really a worthwhile move, someone came to report that he went to the mountains two days ago to collect firewood, and met a person who looked like a soldier at the mouth of the valley of the gloomy gourd, which looked strange, and I don't know if it was the person the old branch secretary was looking for.

When the old village chief heard this, he raised his leg and knocked the pipe pot on the sole of his shoe a few times, poured out the unburned cigarette ash, tucked it into his waist, took off the semi-automatic rifle from the wall, and greeted the militia on duty who was present, and entered the mountain in a hurry.

Really. From afar, I saw a group of people meditating cross-legged there.

In order to show enough respect for that person, the old village chief and his party stood cautiously ten meters away, waiting there quietly.

When the old village chief looked at the man carefully, he saw that the man had a childish face. Long eyebrows are obliquely raised, two small ears are hairy, the bridge of the nose is thick, tall, straight, and large, and he wears clothes printed with innate gossip patterns. The right hand is one palm on the chest, and the left hand holds a horsetail to whisk the dust, and the whisk is placed on the inner wrist of the right elbow.

"What a fairy wind bone!" the old village chief couldn't help but praise secretly.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" followed a shout. The man shook his horsetail and stood up, and waved at the old village chief: "The old benefactor has arrived, wait slowly!

The old village chief hurriedly returned the salute: "Forgive me for disturbing my master's practice!"

"The old village chief is here today, but for the haunting of the village?" the Taoist seemed to have foresight.

"I'm worrying about this to bother the master. The old village chief was very strange that the Taoist did not ask about his own skills: "I don't know how the master knows ......?"

"Haha!" The Taoist smiled: "Donor, I don't know, this time I am here to hunt ghosts, how can I not know about hauntings?" ”

The Taoist led the old village chief to the grave of the Twelfth Sister: "There is a banshee named the Twelfth Sister pressed here. ”

"Twelfth sister?" the old village chief was surprised.

"Master, do you know where this demon came from?" the old village chief was anxious to know the truth of the Dao.

"Do you want to ask where this demon came from?" the man gestured for the old village chief to sit down, and sat down on the ground himself. Waiting for the old village chief to sit down, the Taoist told the old village chief the ins and outs of the twelfth sister. "If you want to talk about these twelve sisters, you have to start from 1,300 years ago. At the beginning of the Sui Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, the war and strife, the division of the heroes, the people were not happy, the woman Fang Xi'er, who fled from Luoyang and came to Shandong Licheng to join her family, inquired several times about the person she was looking for, Qin Shubao's residence, and was arrested by the government for fornicating with the Wagang hero, and her family went to Wagang Village to escape the pursuit of the government.

Fang Xi'er has no relatives in Licheng, the entanglement on her body has long been used up, and she can only ask for food to make a living, and then she was introduced to the Red Mansion to sing, this woman is a typical traditional woman, only selling her art and not selling her body, in the eyes of some gentlemen, she is a piece of fat, many people salivate, and they want to get their jade body without success.

Later, Yang Lin, the king of the backer, came to Jinan from Qingzhou to inspect, and after he was full of wine and food, he wanted to have fun! In order to escape from Yang Lin, his subordinates recommended the beauty Fang Xi'er to Yang Lin. The old pervert Yang Lin sent people to the Red Mansion to take people, Fang Xi'er was a fierce woman, how could she be willing to go, when she was escorted on the road, she jumped out of the carriage and ran away, and was chased by officers and soldiers.

Fang Xi'er panicked, fled to the backyard of a large family through the small door, hid under a wisteria trellis, was found by the chasing officers and soldiers and swore to die, and was killed by the officers and soldiers under the wisteria, blood was poured on the wisteria roots, and Fang Xi'er's soul was also attached to the wisteria tree.

The wisteria is nourished by Fang Xi'er's blood, and the longer it grows, the more spiritual, and it has been receiving the essence of the sun and the moon for nearly a hundred years, absorbing the aura of the earth, and has been quite Taoist.

On the occasion of Fang Xi'er's centennial festival, Zhongnan Mountain's enlightened and humane Lingzi traveled here, and when he saw that wisteria was attached to spirituality, he enlightened her into an adult, taught her to do more good deeds, and asked her to patrol the souls of grievances and enlighten sentient beings. Dao Lingzi saw that her cultivation place was a century-old house, and it was inconvenient to practice in a downtown area, so he pointed her to the yin of Lushan, a famous mountain in Shandong.

Since then, for thousands of years, she has lit spiritual plants and accepted the possession of unjust spirits to practice the Tao, a total of 12 people. She does not refer to her elders as a door, but as a sister. Her rules are very strict, and no one dares to break the rules.

It is also because she has only cared about Yunyou in the past few years and relaxed her discipline of her sisters. I never thought that when the thirteenth sister was about to take shape,

Came a ghost domain scholar, the family lived in the yin gourd ditch, hundreds of years ago was a wicked youth, because of the debt caused by the murder, the whole family of 18 was destroyed by the enemy Mu Xiaocui, and the corpse was on the street.

The locals are afraid of dirty pure land, and deliberately bury them in this yin gourd ditch, who knows that the evil spirit in this valley is too heavy, and the place where the wicked people are buried is a place of four yin, and the evil young magic has increased greatly under the influence of the earth's qi, and the evil young man dresses up all day long, and is romantic, and he is full of flowers and grass. He has long coveted the thirteenth sister who practiced in the valley, and the thirteenth sister was also a romantic ghost before her death, and the two were born lewd and evil, hooking up and partnering all day long just to be happy, but forgetting to practice.

Seeing that she was about to be reborn in a few months, while having fun, she complained that the Ghost Domain Xiushi had delayed her cultivation, and she was afraid that her previous achievements would be wasted.

The ghost domain Xiushi gave her an idea, and asked her to go to the world to catch a handsome man and have a relationship with her, and use her popularity to achieve speed.

The thirteenth sister was afraid that she would be lonely, so she asked the twelfth sister to accompany her. The twelfth sister is also a merry man, and she can be made in a handful. For the first time, Zhang Daheng and Li Dabao were captured and became their tools for collecting yang. ”

Speaking of this, the old village chief and the entourage understood a general idea. (To be continued......)