Zhou Zhengqing sat beside the stream in Taoyuan Village, and it had been out for many days, the river had melted, and the entrance of a handful of clear springs was a little rooted, but it was very sweet.

It's not bad to leave the town where you have lived for more than ten years, to leave the girl who is in a hurry, to be a farewell gentleman, and to meet a monk who is not very sincere.

The monk sat next to Zhou Zhengqing: "I know, it may be useless to say it, but the monk should still tell you, in case it ......"

Before the monk finished speaking, Zhou Zhengqing interrupted the monk, threw out a stone casually, and made a splash on the river: "If I can't beat it, I'll run?" patted the monk's shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm reluctant to die, I don't want to die, I can't die in front of you, if you recite the scriptures in front of my grave, then you can't annoy me to death." However, in the realm of the Ming Dynasty, no matter the land of the gods, there will be people accountable, and I, the prince, will naturally be held accountable, I am not kind. ”

The monk was silent. Zhou Zhengqing touched his wrist, and a pair of silver bracelets flickered, which made this monk who had never liked to talk nag to himself, and the feng shui of Taoyuan Village was really good. Got up to leave, and the monk followed.

Before you know it, it's February, and many young and middle-aged men have gone to the field for spring ploughing, and the sky is a little gloomy, as if the first rain of the year is coming. The men are busy with spring ploughing, the women are also busy in the fields, those who have cattle are more relaxed, those who do not have cattle can only wait to borrow a cow to save some energy, and those who do not want to borrow other people's cattle can only use the strength of the old cattle themselves. Cattle are scarce, especially in such an almost isolated village.

The road in the village is very smooth, and from time to time a few children chase and fight. The child jumped up and down and hit the monk's leg, the monk bowed his head and bent down to help the crying little boy, and the monk's sad face from the moment he entered the village was more smiling.

When a child cries, it's actually quite beautiful. A seven- or eight-year-old chubby little girl next to her seemed to have discovered something, boldly ran over and touched the monk's bald head, and asked this good-looking monk in a milky voice: "Who are you, why haven't I seen you, why don't you have hair?"

The monk smiled even more, touched his bald head, and was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Zhou Zhengqing glanced at the monk disdainfully, and grimaced at the little girl: "He is a monk, and the monks are all bald, I tell you, don't get too close to him, be careful that he makes you shave your head too."

The little girl was not afraid of life at all, her hands were on her waist, her neck was crooked, and the two braids on her head were up and down, her eyes widened, looking at the big brother who was grimacing at herself: "Hmph, when you see that you are not a good person, you will scare children." ”

Then I didn't know whether to talk to myself or ask Zhou Zhengqing: "Are all monks so beautiful? I also want to be a monk." The little boy who was helped up by the monk stopped crying, ran behind the little girl, and leaned on the little girl's ear, as if he was afraid that these two strange strangers would hear, and warned the little girl softly: "You can't be a monk, my father said that the body is skinny, and the hair of the parents cannot be shaved." ”

The little girl pushed away the annoying spirit lying in her ear, pointed to her nose and scolded: "You crybaby, your father still said that men don't flick when they have tears, you don't cry all day long." "The children next to me didn't dare to 'redress' for this little boy, they were really afraid of being beaten.

The monk squatted down and tried to be as level as the little girl's gaze: "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be a monk, you might as well wait for you to grow up again." The little girl was in trouble, and for a while she was a little depressed.

looked at this monk with a shining head: "When you grow up, you won't have time to be a monk with you, and when you grow up, you have to get married, and when you grow up, you have to sacrifice to the mountain god, and you won't have time!"

The girl shook her head, as if she had finally made a decision: "Forget it, I won't marry, when I grow up, I will accompany you to be a monk, you have to wait for me, don't lie to people!

When the monk heard this, he raised his right hand and hooked it with the little thumb of the little girl who was waiting in mid-air. The little girl stretched out her left hand and gently wiped it on the monk's cheek, crying and mourning: "It turns out that the monk is also a crybaby! I don't want to be a monk with you anymore." ”

The monk laughed out loud for the first time: "The monk is not a crybaby, I thought that it would take many years to see your little bald head, sad!"

The little girl withdrew her little hand and put on a smiling face: "Great monk, my name is Tang Guo, they all call me Guoguo, what is your name?"

The monk looked at the little girl's eyes and pointed at Zhou Zhengqing: "My name is Jingsheng, you can also call me a sincere monk like him." ”

The little girl Tang Guo pouted at Zhou Zhengqing, pouted, and was not very happy: "I don't want to be like that dung-like nasty ghost, I'll call you a big monk." You've got to wait for me to grow up!"

Zhou Zhengqing was a little depressed, a girl with a big fart, why might she be as good as a crybaby and become a nasty ghost.

The little girl jumped up and down and grabbed the crybaby by the collar, and with a few little attendants, she clamored for the crybaby to teach her how to write. After all, the time for writing flies very quickly, and if you write and write, you may become a monk yourself.

Zhou Zhengqing watched the chubby little girl walk away, and then looked at his side, the monk who had just gotten up, but was in tears.

The February wind blew Zhou Zhengqing's long hair scattered on his shoulders, and the monk turned his head and gave a Buddhist salute, his eyes were resolute, and before he could speak, he was interrupted by Zhou Zhengqing.

At this time, Zhou Zhengqing suddenly didn't want to listen to the monk, and waved his hand: "The little girl likes monks a lot, so can I draw a knife?" The monk walked back. Zhou Zhengqing was stunned: "Monk, where are you going?" The monk still didn't stop, but just replied, "Take a knife."

At this time, Ashou Hanzi was holding a wine glass at the village chief's house. He didn't have the heart to work in the fields on such a day, but he didn't stay at home very well. I'm afraid that thoughtful little brother will regret it at any time and find trouble for himself. Thinking about it, it is better to stay at the Tao Five Brothers' place. took his mother-in-law, and led a boy who was five or six years old, carried two jars of wine, and hid out. The door was open, and the provincial really angered the two strangers.

He clinked a glass with his five Tao brothers: "Fifth brother, there are few outsiders in our village these years, but every time an outsider comes, the old and young masters of the whole village suffer together, it's really fucking evil." ”

Tao Wu, who was sitting on the other side of the kang table, took a sip, didn't drink more, and had a gloomy face: "Brother, let me tell you, we're not bad, we still grabbed the capital to save our lives, even if something happens at night, how can we stay up until dawn, but the days ahead will not be easy, I hope that the two foreigners who claim to be disciples of the immortal family will not be too small, not too big, just enough." ”

Ah Shou took a sip of food and thought thoughtfully: "Indeed, it's best to save us a lot of effort." "No matter what the outcome is tonight, it should be no problem to save your own life."

Ten years ago, a boulder fell from the sky, smashing the most people in the village who were willing to talk about the old past. At that time, everyone in the village was crazy and rummaging through the pile of broken stones for treasures, and Ah Shou was no exception. For this reason, Ah Shou also fought with the National People's Congress and snatched the life-saving talisman that has been used to this day. At that time, there were more than one or two people who did it, and there were even fatalities and a lot of chaos.

There could have been a better way to solve the problem, and the men of each family went over and prepared to repair the stone wall, and then stick the talisman in the wall. It's just that no one can be sure whether the legendary ghost will be ruled in the same way, when the first person hides the talisman from the rubble, it will be out of control, and the noise will turn into a scramble, and the scramble will turn into a fight. People's hearts are complex, and in front of their own life and death, the life and death of others must be put aside first.

Ah Shou poured another glass of wine for the fifth brother and himself, which was also the last glass of wine today. Just drink two cups to strengthen your courage, and you are afraid of what happens. The wives and children of the two Westinghouse were also persuaded by the two to drink a glass of wine, which saved the woman from causing trouble at that time.

Zhou Zhengqing did not follow the monk and went to the altar in the west of the village by himself. Thinking about himself, what would Mr. Han do?

In such a gloomy day, it gets dark faster, and the last rays of sunlight are covered by the night. Zhou Zhengqing on the altar was holding a knife in his hand. The knife is in the sheath, and the monk is equipped with a knife, which is not descript, but he still holds it himself, more like a chivalrous man in the mouth of a storyteller.

Black clouds rolled, covering the moon, and thunder followed with the arrival of lightning, and raindrops fell on Zhou Zhengqing's face, clothes, and scabbard. Zhou Zhengqing walked to the center of the altar, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and carried it on his shoulder with the sheath. He was waiting, because he knew that the so-called terrible ghost who frightened the whole village and kept sacrificing people with living people would definitely come, and since he was also trapped in the village, the purpose was self-evident.

Zhou Zhengqing actually prepared to hunt ghosts for a long time, but there are more important things than ghost hunting. On the first night of entering the village, Zhou Zhengqing hid next to the altar, and when the sky was bright, nothing happened on the altar, and he went to the entrance of the village again, but found that there was no way to get out of the village, no matter how he walked out, he would eventually return to the entrance of the village. Even if you go out along the river, you will eventually return to the village.

The monk and Zhou Zhengqing also wanted to see how terrifying a woman in the prime of her life could be made to know that she would be sacrificed alive, but she didn't react, like a walking corpse.

Even now, Zhou Zhengqing still has a lot of things that are not clear, such as the origin of the ghosts, such as the fact that the village is so afraid of the ghosts, but there is no reverence for the so-called immortals, and even some contempt.

However, for the time being, these are not important to me, because, it is coming. The rain is getting heavier. At the gate of the courtyard in front of the altar, behind the half of the stone wall, a black shadow appeared, gradually passing through the stone wall. It was an ordinary peasant man in the village, but he was a little thin and had a scar on his face. When the man saw Zhou Zhengqing on the altar, he grinned, his figure was in a trance, and he came to the altar, and the rain passed through his body and fell on the stones that piled up the altar. Ghosts, there is no substance!

"Are you sure you want to help these disgusting people?" the thin scar-faced ghost who looked like a peasant man was the first to speak, his voice was small and full of weakness, but it clearly reached Zhou Zhengqing's ears.

The spiritual qi in Zhou Zhengqing's body turned from slow to extremely fast, his left hand held the scabbard from the back of his head, and his right hand drew the knife, and at the same time, his body suddenly rushed towards the thin ghost. The thin man, who was shrouded in hunger, flashed his figure and avoided the edge. Zhou Zhengqing stopped, because it was gone, and he couldn't catch it with his eyes.

Once a cultivator enters the realm of perception, he can easily see ordinary ghosts. The formation of ghosts is due to the fact that the soul is impregnated by dirty things such as resentment in life, and only by listening to the rhyme realm monk can he get a first glimpse of the mystery of the soul.

At this time, the ghost disappeared, leaving Zhou Zhengqing in a predicament, on the one hand, he needed to maintain the circulation of the body's aura, and on the other hand, he was always vigilant around, which was a huge consumption of his body and mind.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhengqing turned around, holding the knife in his right hand, and holding the blade of the knife from top to bottom with his left hand. The blade quickly sliced through a huge black talisman, but it was the ghostly talisman. The ghost floated in the air, and the fingers drew in the air, mentioning a little bit, like flowing water, the black strokes were combined again into a talisman and flew towards Zhou Zhengqing, and the talisman flew to the front, turning into a mist, which was a mist that even the rain could not dissolve.

Zhou Zhengqing was in the middle of it, and the aura was flowing extremely fast again, and with the strength of his feet, he jumped up, and quickly skipped past the thin man. When he landed, he was already holding a knife in one hand and lifting the thin man's neck with the other.

It was the silver bracelet that moved the wrist to imprison the ghost. The raindrops no longer pass directly through the body of this thin man, although he still can't wet his clothes, but he can drip on his body, splashing water, Zhou Zhengqing looked at the thin man who was lifted by himself, without the slightest weight, but was imprisoned and revealed: "It's rare to see ghosts who can draw talismans, your talisman is really rough."

The thin man didn't struggle, and Zhou Zhengqing put him down. The man stood in the rain, his body couldn't move a bit, he just roared and looked at the young man who was stabbing in front of him: "You are also here to subdue demons and eliminate demons?

Zhou Zhengqing carried the knife on his shoulder: "I like to listen to stories very much, but the rain is a bit heavy, let's change places." Zhou Zheng grabbed the light body with his hands and threw it at the door of the courtyard in front of the altar, and the thin man fell straight on the threshold, like a plank. Zhou Zhengqing trotted all the way to the front of the courtyard, under the small dripping eaves, wiped the rain on his face, and kicked the man flat on the ground, but the man didn't care and didn't say a word.

Zhou Zhengqing sat on the back of the man, put the knife aside, took off the shoes of his feet, scraped the mud on the threshold behind him before putting on his shoes, glanced at the courtyard behind him, and dug his ears to the mat and said: "You tell your story." ”

The man didn't mind at all: "Do you know a custom in this village?" Without waiting for Zhou Zhengqing to answer, the man said to himself: "There is a custom in the village, called eating widows."

This emaciated man was called Lin Cheng, a deserter who came to the village more than a hundred years ago. At that time, it was a war, and before Lin Cheng, another group of deserters came to the village. They said they were soldiers, but they were actually bandits, robbing the village of food, women.

Because they have weapons in their hands, all of them dare not speak in anger. At first, there were people who tried to stop them, but they were chopped off one by one by these deserters who only dared to swing their butcher knives at the defenseless. The people here were bullied until two months later, when Lin Cheng arrived.

The people in the village regarded him as those deserters before, so the people in the village gave him food and drink, and treated him extremely cautiously, and finally, Lin Cheng asked the whole thing. Since Lin Cheng couldn't go home as a deserter, it was not bad for him to want to stay in this Taoyuan Village. He tried his best to get the people in the village to resist, but no one would believe him as an outsider. Until the village chief came forward to find him.

Lin Cheng frankly told the village chief that he was a deserter, a farmer, and was about to marry someone, but because of the urgency of the war on the front line, he was forced to join the army. He followed up and fought one battle after another, and he was very lucky, although there were losses and wins, Lin Cheng did not die, and even remained intact except for a few more scars.

But that day, in a battle with a huge gap in numbers between the two sides, Lin Cheng's city was breached, and the enemy army began to slaughter the city. Lin Cheng escaped by hiding in the pile of dead people, and he hid in the deep mountains and old forests to wander. Heaven had mercy, the tiger didn't eat him, hunger and cold didn't take his life, he kept running, aimless, just wanted to stay away from the battlefield, and finally, he came to Taoyuan Village.

After gaining the trust of the village chief at that time, with the help of the village chief, they privately forged a few ordinary steel knives and spears, and Lin Cheng handed over the skills he learned in the army to more than 20 strong men in the village.

Several people took advantage of the darkness of the night in the second half of the night to kill all the 15 deserters who had bullied Taoyuan Village for more than two months.

First kill the two guards, then put the captured poisonous snakes into the cave where the deserters lived, and then smoke them. Everyone guarded the entrances of the caves, some people came out with knives in their hands, there were a few ruthless characters, rushed out of the cave, one of the people brought by Lin Cheng died, everyone was injured, and half of them were missing arms and legs.

The women who were captured were all alive because they were all locked up, but the miserable experience had left them in a trance.

When it was dawn, the villagers welcomed them down the mountain as heroes. Lin Cheng, who was finally able to live a normal life, was very happy.

As a result of the attack by deserters, many families in the village were destroyed, and the villagers spontaneously formed mountain soldiers.

All those who have been killed and wounded have a posterior, the land is kept and planted, and the land is distributed to the living, especially the heroes of several villages, who have been given a lot of land.

There was only one exception, for she was a widow, and a widow without a son, and her husband was the only man who died in front of the cave at night. This poor woman had only one daughter, who was just eight years old, and the little girl was born weak and in poor health for many years. The village gave all her family's land to Lin Cheng.

At this point in the story, Lin Cheng lay straight on the ground, paused, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "The so-called widow-eating is much worse than me." ”