The mountains in Baishan County are continuous, and the old trees are deeply rooted, covering the sky and the sun. Out of the county, not to mention poisonous insects and beasts, if you are not experienced, let the locals walk in this mountain, I am afraid that there will be no distinction between north and south.

It is also rumored that an immortal descended and visualized the whole picture with great mana, wanting to draw drawings to mark the path for the benefit of the people and do good deeds.

The official was overjoyed, and the banquet was set up for three days, his waist shrunk, his brows furrowed into bitter melons, and he waited to get his political achievements back.

The news spread lively, and finally disappeared into the noise of the streets of the city day and night.

The matter is over, and the boss seems to be going to act as if nothing happened, and he doesn't say a word.

It was rumored that the immortals saw some great horror and quickly escaped.

In the county town, some young people took this as a joke when they ate wine, slapped the wine table, and said loudly: "What immortals, my grandmother knows the way better than him!"

The sound overshadowed the many drinkers, and the tavern suddenly fell silent, there were thoughtful people, there were people who had nothing to do with themselves, and there were also people who were smiling and didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

A guest dressed as a teacher on the side hurriedly persuaded him to silence: "The next life is too much to talk nonsense." The meaning of the immortals is beyond the guess of us mortals. ”

The old man who was sitting on the stone steps at the door and watched the door said worriedly: "My ancestors have said that the county is often not peaceful. At that time, how dare a father and mother let their children run around, for fear that if they run to the river, they will be caught by something. The body that was scooped up was covered with dense tooth marks, and its facial features were distorted, and it was not human.

It is also said that the hole that just overflowed the foot and neck also drowned. There was a young man with a lot of strength who did not believe in evil and scolded the river, and that night he was seen sitting in front of the bronze mirror and singing with his eyebrows drawn. ”

He took a puff of the dry cigarette in his hand and said, "In our small place, there are many deep mountains and old forests, and there is little sunlight, so any ghost can survive." After a long time, the Tao has deepened, and nothing is unusual.

Later, the county lord finally asked the mage and did a magic thing, which calmed down. ”

The air in the store seems to be a little colder, and the oil lamps seem to be a little darker. The older drinkers all nodded slightly, as if they had heard a little.

The young man glanced at the dark corner of the store, swallowed, and asked, "What happened to the midnight eyebrow painter?"

The old man smacked his cigarette on the stone steps and said, "What else?" After a long night, the next person ran away overnight.

After dawn, the neighbors brought the red-crowned rooster to strengthen their courage, and when they went over, they saw that the person was sitting in the middle of the hall. There was a comb grate stuck in his neck, and blood flowed all over the ground.

No one dared to be careless like this, and it was tied strongly, and a fire burned under the sun. ”

The store was silent for a while, and finally a sentence came from the corner: Talk about this, drink!

Only then did they talk in twos and threes, but the atmosphere was not as comfortable as before.

The young man coped with a few mouthfuls of apprehension, and then quietly left with his companions. Before you know it, the customers are also leaving in twos and threes, and the store is deserted.

Only the shopkeeper who had just come out of the back room was full of doubts.

After asking the reason, it stands to reason that he should shout loudly for a while, and the shopkeeper who deducted the old man's wages first rubbed the bracelet that had been opened on his wrist, and then touched the jade Guanyin on his chest, and then carefully confirmed the gossip mirror hanging at the door of the store.

Only then did he glare at the old man sternly and scolded in a low voice: "If you say that some of these things are not good, can you eat them as food? If you want to go into the ground early, Lao Tzu will have to live for a few more years!"

He took out a copper coin from his sleeve and stuffed it to the old man, saying, "Five emperor money, borrow you to get rid of bad luck." Don't lose it, it's worth half a lifetime of your little old man watching the door. ”

The old man was about to say something grateful, but the shopkeeper muttered, "It's a big loss." This month's wages have been deducted in full. Well, next month too. ”

The old man was forced to go back.

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After leaving the county gate, I walked back and forth around the mountain paths for a day, choosing the right forks in the road that seemed to be similar, and finally saw a few people in an unknown valley.

Locals call this settlement Qingtuan Village.

For this little old mountain village, the evening of the day is so ordinary and familiar.

At the head of the village lay a black dog lazily under the locust tree, and an old man sat on a low stool next to the earthen house. The old man pulled the rice from the bowl and squinted into the distance.

The orange halo only showed a corner of the hill, and it was still slowly falling. It was just the right amount of light and dark. In the grass blown by the evening breeze all around, the sound of insects could be heard.

But after a moment, everything changed.

The old man first saw the black dog, which was going to get up and stretch, and suddenly lay on the ground, his tail between his two hind legs, and his hair stood upright.

Then he felt a deathly silence around him. The insects stopped calling, the wind stopped, and time seemed to be forbidden.

At the same time, the locust tree at the head of the village was like crazy, and all the leaves trembled, like a hoarse shout, and like a strange shrill laugh.

The woods of the mountains should be harmonious, and all of them will be windless and automatic. The shouting grew louder and louder, unbearably loud.

The old man's hair stood on end, and he quickly turned around to go home and lock the door.

At that moment, it suddenly became dark. It was as if it had collapsed, and the world was plunged into complete and pure darkness. Only the shouts of the woods, echoing continuously.

There was the sound of broken bowls in the darkness.

"Bang La" "Bang Bang"

The old man tripped over the threshold, slammed to the ground, crawled into the door, fumbled for the deadbolt, and slammed the door shut tightly.

He sat down the floor along the door, feeling terrified and overwhelmed.

But only half a minute after the "sky fell", a muffled thunder came from above the nine heavens.

The thunder was so majestic that it immediately drowned out the rustling of leaves. It was as if frozen time had then returned to its normal flow.

It was a little dark, but it was still just enough to see the road. There is not a cloud in the sky.

At this time, the setting sun casts its last rays of the day and disappears into the distant hills.

The old man trembled and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It's just that his whole body is already soaking wet.

Only then did the waning moon hanging in the sky have a sense of existence, casting a little soft light.

............

At infinity in the infinite distance, an old man dressed in a Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, full of heaven, and a bit of fairy wind and bones, put down the chess pieces in his hand and looked thoughtfully at the black sky in the eastern half.

It was pitch black, and there wasn't even a star.

In each of the old man's eyes, a group of yin and yang fish slowly turned. A waning moon slowly appeared in the eastern half of the sky, so naturally harmonious that it seemed to exist, casting light on the crescent moon overhead.

"Two moons? ”

He grabbed the chess pieces and smashed them on the chessboard at random, and the disrupted chess game constructed mysterious lines.

"The heavens are chaotic, and there are traces of cover-up...... The power of reincarnation...... The breath of disgust ......"

He glanced up in the direction of the Youth League Village, "That's it, let it be." ”

Lao Dao suddenly remembered something, moved his eyes to the empty stone bench opposite, and said to himself: "It is really boring to play chess alone, but it would be excellent to get a chess friend because of this." ”

He smiled, crossed his legs and said, "If the reincarnated person really has his heart, he will kill him." ”

This smile revealed a bit of stubbornness. Lao Dao personally destroyed the image of the worldly master who had been created before.

A few blood-red beast hairs with the thickness of a hair drifted inexplicably in the wind, and it seemed to have touched some air barrier, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into white smoke.

Lao Dao didn't react much. just sighed: "As soon as it gets dark, any demon dares to come out and jump." ”

The next moment, there was no trace of the old road on the stone bench. Only the breeze and the broken chess game remained.