Wang Dashi understood the story told by the Feng Youmonk, and according to his meaning, the old woman and the eldest child sent by the countryside did not come to seek medical treatment, but used the name of curing diseases and seeking medical treatment to harm others.

When Dafuyou heard that there was such a thing, he shushed for a while, and made a gesture of contempt to the wind wandering monk, and said: "Wind wandering monk, you are a ghost, according to my opinion, this child was obviously taken away by a ghost, and then possessed by an evil spirit." That old lady is so kind and kind, she won't be what you say!"

At this time, Dafuzuo also strongly objected, and carefully analyzed it to the wind wandering monk: "Wind wandering monk, first of all, what you are telling is just a legend, whether it really happened is not sure yet; besides, in the legend, the story is that the two people who came at night to seek medical advice, the old grandmother and the sick child in our religion are in the daytime, and it is impossible for the ghost to come in broad daylight!"

Wang Dashi nodded, agreeing with the views of Daifuku Right and Daifuku Left. In fact, he didn't have a disopinion, but he had compassion for what happened to the grandmother and the eldest child, and he wanted to save the good.

The Wind Wandering Monk didn't say anything more, and then reminded: "Actually, I don't know, but I was suspicious when I saw that the old woman's eyes were wrong." In any case, it is necessary to guard against people, so let's be careful!"

Daifuku patted the wind wandering monk on the shoulder: "Wind wandering monk, you can rest assured, even a mouse can't be scared by a dead dog!"

Feng Yousheng felt kind to remind but was regarded as a coward, and he was a little unconvinced: "You say I'm a mouse?

"Hahaha......" Daifuku said with a smile: "You said you are bold, hehe, and don't let me see it!"

Feng Yousheng was quite impatient, but he stabilized his mood and said casually: "Hehe, tell you, my gall is a big mile, the broken bile can drown two jars of pickles, and the gall can burst up and play drums!"

Dafu Youzheng wanted to tell the courage to dig the ancestral grave of the Yan family at night, but he didn't expect that the Fengyousheng was crazy and crazy, and he was actually not serious, which made him cry and laugh. But Daifuku right can also boast that he is not the master of forgiveness, he said: "Hehe, it's really unfortunate! Tell you, swallowing my gall can choke two groups of tigers to death, my bile is sprinkled in the field, I don't need irrigation for a year, I poke my bile into a hole, I can spread a big net into a big net to stack fish in the sea!"

The wind wandering monk listened to him blow outrageously, and slapped the ground: "I'll tell you again, my courage ......"

Wang Dashi saw that this dispute continued, and he couldn't repay it, so he quickly interrupted the conversation and said: "You are not small, we will find the dead man later, and whoever picks off the dead man's clothes will be bold!"

I didn't expect Wang Dashi's unintentional words to really work, the wind wandering monk seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and he wished that he could find a dead man now, so he immediately stripped off their clothes.

The men stopped arguing or saying much, and went toward the riverbed, the grave, and the ditch.

After a while, in front of a dirt slope covered by weeds, I found a pile of filth, rotten mats and quilts wrapped in something, and it smelled fishy. Wang Dashi ran over first, and then the wind wandering monk suddenly walked over, turned over the rotten mat, and under the mat was a corpse. The corpse was a blur of flesh and blood, as if it had been torn by a wild beast, but unfortunately it had no clothes. Since there were no clothes, several people didn't look at it much, and they didn't do anything.

"I finally found a wild corpse, but there were no clothes on it!"

Feng Yousheng and Wang Dashi sighed, quite frustrated.

Several people continued to search, and it didn't take long for them to suddenly feel itchy on their bodies, and they scratched them with their hands, and pimples grew on their legs, feet, and upper body, red and red, one by one.

Feng Yousheng looked at the pimples on his body, and hurriedly said: "Oops, this mountain and wilderness, we must have stepped on ghost footprints, don't scratch it anymore, the more you scratch it, the more itchy it gets, let's go back quickly, this place is too unclean!"

After listening to the words of the Wind Wandering Monk, several people were a little scared, so they didn't touch the pimples on their bodies again, and left this place in a hurry.

The sky was gloomy, and there was not a single cloud in sight, and it was misty far and near.

After crossing a big ditch river, it is the community of a village. The farm is a common field for people in the village when farming, and the wheat stalks, bean knots, sorghum stalks, and trabecular stalks collected by the farmers are not able to dry and harvest the fruits because of the narrowness of the house, so they go to the community to work hard, and collect wheat grains, beans, sorghum trabecular rice, wheat straw, bean stalks, and tall sorghum stalks are piled up in the community field, and when there is no grass and no firewood in the stove in front of the pot, then use a pocket and basket to pick up some back. The fact that the yard is full of haystacks indicates that the more popular the village is. There are basket weaving, mat rolling, and broom making every day...... With the care of the village, it seems to have the breath of life. A few people gradually stopped being afraid, and the gloom that was hovering in their hearts gradually dissipated.

The community here is large and spacious, full of bean grass and rice grass from the autumn harvest, and people who are close to here have set up sheds on the field to feed some cattle, horses, donkeys and other livestock. Not far from the site is a large village.

Daifuku said: "This village is very big, I guess there should be dead people, if there are no dead people here, I say we don't need to toss ourselves like this anymore, let's go back quickly—— Oops-that-it's really hard! I'm here, the itch under my crotch, oops-"

Dafuzuo said: "Yes, at least, we can't go far today, otherwise, we won't be able to go back!

Dafuyou sighed again and said: "Yes, it's really unfortunate, it's hard to find even a dead person, if you had known about this incident, let's let the young masters of the Yan family mansion die a few days later, and let them make some contributions when they die! Hey, if you had known, let's leave these young masters and the old servants' clothes there! Hey, don't say it, although the old servant is old, her appearance is still good, and she can pass by stripping off her clothes!"

"Go, go, is there a person like you? people are all dead, and they are still talking nonsense here, you, you accumulate some virtue!" said the Wind Wandering Monk.

"Hey, I said you, a wandering monk, let's go for this day, I'll say a few more words to let everyone refresh themselves!"

The Wind Wandering Monk sighed: "Things have come to this point, you still have the heart to say what kind of god you mention, don't bother God!"

......

As he spoke, he suddenly heard a faint crying voice.

Daifuku shuddered: "Oh, how can there be such a cry in this broad daylight, don't, don't let us meet a ghost again!"

"Alas, keep your voice quiet, don't be noisy, and listen carefully. ”

A few people fell silent, and at this time, the crying was a little louder, and it was getting closer and closer.

"Someone's house is dead, go quickly, go to the master's house to talk about the situation, and ask for clothes!"

Several people hurried towards the place where the cry was heard.

Turning over a slope, a group of people were greeted in front of him, which was a funeral procession. Eight people carried a large coffin and walked towards it, followed by four people carrying a box, followed by a group of people, crying and crying.

Looking at this coffin, Daifuku Zuo said: "Hey, let's pry this coffin open and make sure to take off the clothes!"

"Go, go, the corpse in this coffin is naked, but not clothed!" said the Wind Wandering Monk.

"Huh, naked corpses?"

"This is the burial method with the corpse!" said the Wind Wandering Monk.

Daifuku scolded right: "It's really hard to meet a dead man who has no clothes!"

The crowd gradually approached, Wang Dashi and Dafu left gave way, and only Dafu right went straight over. A man in front of the coffin held a big white stick and hit him in the leg: "Go away, get over!" Daifuku was pushed and knocked to the side.

Dafuyou is not easy to mess with, and scolded in his mouth: "It's really hard, wearing torn shoe covers and scraps at the head of the bed, Lao Tzu is worried that there is no place to show it after learning so many martial arts!"

Feng Yousheng said: "This is the local custom, the living must let the dead, taboo you, the big living man blocked the way of the dead, whoever stood in the way, the eldest son took the big white stick in his hand and drove him away!"

Dafu eased his body on the right and pushed the wind monk: "Let them taste my strength, I learn martial arts all day long, if I don't really practice, how can I grow......" He still didn't give up, at this time, Dafu Zuo pulled him down: "This is the local customs and rules, you see, I didn't hurt you, the dead are sad enough, you just let the family be peaceful and peaceful!"

Dafu's right side stopped, pointed to the funeral crowd and scolded: "Hmph, Lao Tzu will spare you today, what's the big deal about a dead person, there are a few more deaths for me to see, maybe wait a few days to pick up your dead ghost's clothes!"

The funeral procession went away, probably not wanting to toss with Daifuku. A few people continued to walk forward and came to the shrine, but seeing that the venue was crowded with people, there were many people around, as if something had happened, so they walked over.

In one of the cowsheds in this farm, there was a donkey, whose belly was very large, as if it was about to give birth. There were many onlookers, some from their own village and some from nearby villages. There were different voices in the crowd, some crying, some laughing, and more questions and discussions.

The cry came from the farmer's family who kept the donkey, saying that the donkey had been pregnant for two years and had a big belly, but it had not yet given birth. The reason why they cried was not because of this strange thing, nor because the donkey was about to die and lost a lot of money, but because the little donkey was very obedient, honest and capable, and the donkey did not get up when he lay down a few days ago, and kept screaming, more because he cherished the donkey and wept because he was sad and did not want it to endure so much pain.