From a distance, there are about hundreds of households in this Guzhang Village, and it is a small village. Qiu Ye and Chang Fox went down the mountain road and just entered the village from the north of Guzhang Village, and at the entrance of the village, a storyteller from out of town was holding a ruler and was surrounded by a group of half-grown children from the village to tell the story.

Qiu Ye and the civet did not want to stop to listen to the story, but as they passed by, they heard the storyteller talking about a village called Hu Zhang, and the people who lived in it were disrespectful to the gods, and the gods wanted to punish the people who lost their faith! Qiu also looked at each other and felt that the story was familiar, so he simply stopped and listened to the storyteller with the half-grown children of the village.

When the storyteller said that the village was later warned by a warning, he still did not realize his problem, and he did not believe in the gods. In the end, the gods had no choice but to rain down the real divine punishment, and a flood flooded the entire village, and even the Wangdi Temple on the hill next to the village was also washed away by the flood, and the half-year-old children who had been around the storyteller to listen to the story began to shout.

"Why is there a Wangdi Temple in your story?"

"Your story is not good, it is not as good as the story of General Chen Xuance single-handedly carrying the bandits and breaking into Jinding Mountain alone to save people. ”

“。。。。。。 ”

After that, a few and a half children dispersed in a hurry, leaving only the storyteller in the middle of the field to look at the empty gong in front of him, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"This gentleman, just now the Gao Barrier Village you talked about in your story, but in Bingzhou Hua County, the floods overlapped natural disasters happened 20 years ago, is it true, that village is not called Gao Barrier Village, but called Guzhang Village? Qiu also heard the story dictated by the storyteller, like the strange incident that happened in Bingzhou twenty years ago that Wei Xuancheng told him, so he stopped to investigate.

"This little Taoist master, the old man is making up some stories just to eat with his mouth, and he can't take it seriously, he can't take it seriously. The storyteller was about to pack his bags and leave, with a look of panic on his face.

"Sir, what's the hurry, I like to listen to books since I was a child, and I seem to have heard the stories you tell, but I don't remember them at the time, and I want to listen to them again. Qiu Ye smiled and stood in front of Mr. Storyteller, "Aren't you afraid that I won't give money after listening to the book, don't worry, although we people in the Dao Sect often play the autumn breeze outside, we have always respected Jianghu performance artists like you, and we will never listen to the book of the overlord." As he spoke, he put his hand into his arms to find the silver beans given by the old Taoist priest in the city, but he touched the right side, and he wanted to pour out the dirty pants and shake them, but how could there be the shadow of the silver beans, but he looked like he was scratching himself, and he forgot to close his jaw with a surprised face.

Qiu was also continuing to "scratch the itch", and suddenly caught a glimpse of the civet on the side, with a narrow smile on his face, his watery eyes had turned into a crescent moon, Qiu also looked a little stupid, and shook his head with sudden efforts, as if he had thought of something. The civet couldn't hold back a laugh and spread out his right hand, "Little Taoist, are you looking for it?" "You, when are you ......" Rao is Qiu Ye, who boasts that he is so thick-skinned that he is not afraid of being slapped, can't help but blush his old face slightly, "This has been hidden in my obscene pants, don't you ......" snapped on the ground, Qiu Ye's originally slightly red face turned red this time, "Why is this time?"

The fox raised his eyebrows slightly, "Little Taoist, what did you think in your heart just now?

“。。。。。。 I just thought about it!"

"Smack!" "You really thought. ”

“。。。。。。 ”

Qiu also took the silver bean, covered his cheeks, which had become thicker, and muttered in a low voice, how can he be angry, it looks so good. Although Mr. Storyteller didn't know what dog food was, he felt strange in his heart, and he was inexplicably blocked: These two are not my peers, and the drama is too much.

The civet didn't look over his head and said to the storyteller: "Sir, can this silver bean be exchanged for a good story?"

The storyteller straightened up and said: "Although the money is what I want, but the bosom friend is even more rare, it is rare for the two to like it so much, I am reluctant to make it difficult, take a risk to tell you the strange news of 20 years ago, the two may not know, this story, although it can be told here, but it will be a disaster to say it in that state, I heard that the people who knew the story in the early years either died violently, or disappeared mysteriously, not that I am making a mystery, and now no one in the state knows about it, or no one dares to speak." ”

Mr. Storyteller paused," The Gao barrier 20 years ago, no, is Guzhang Village, in a mountain pass five miles away from Huashan, and the location of this Guzhang Village in front of you is very similar, the village seems to have a history of hundreds of years, the most famous of which is a Wangdi Temple in the middle of the village, enshrined in the original is Changhong Huabi, the Shu King Du Yu who cries blood, the Shu King Du Yu in order to control the water, sacrificed himself to the heavens, turned into a cuckoo, in exchange for a hundred years in Shu from the flood ravages and torture, the people in order to commemorate him, built the Wangdi Temple, the legend that the disaster of 20 years ago seems to start from the people believe in this benevolent king, I don't know why the god of heaven and water, jealousy, blame the Guzhang villagers for deviating from the awe of the heavens, and put a mortal on the altar, and then sent a disaster, and all the water in the land was brought to the surface, it is said that this is why the land in Guzhang Village in the story is all cracked, but the Zhuang family died of flooding. ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Storyteller's throat seemed to be choked by something, his voice suddenly became hoarse, and the surrounding atmosphere became mysterious, "What's even more strange is that not long after, suddenly overnight, Guzhang Village on the side of Nahua Mountain, disappeared, and the men, women and children in the village also disappeared, and they disappeared, leaving only a round and flat clearing in the mountain col, and no living creatures have ever appeared there. After speaking, the gentleman's voice slowly returned to normal, but it turned out to be an onomatopoeia used in the storytelling line to set off the atmosphere.

Qiu also felt that the story was mysterious and mysterious, but there was something strange, so he interjected: "Sir, do you know that this place is also called Guzhang Village, do you think that the Guzhang Village here will be the Guzhang Village that disappeared in Huaxian County twenty years ago?"

"Is this ...... There is no way to know about the decay. ”

Chang Lixi stared at Mr. Storyteller, his eyes flowed, and he smiled and said: "Emperor Wang, Emperor Wang, isn't it the emperor of Shu, why is it enshrined in the mountain village of Huaxian County?"

When the gentleman heard this, he was a little embarrassed, and rubbed his hands, "This old man really doesn't know, I collect this rumored wonder is also needed for artistic creation, after all, I can't compare to the evidence, and I can't answer many details." After saying that, his eyes subconsciously looked at the silver beans in Qiu Ye's hand, and he slanted this "aunt and grandmother" who laughed so movingly that she had a temper and was about to cut people, for fear that she would stare at her eyes and listen to the book of the overlord.

Chang Lion didn't mean to embarrass him, snatched the beans from Qiu Ye's hand, raised his hand and threw it in the storyteller's bag, "Sir, what happened to the villagers of Guzhang Village?"

"Is this 。。。。。。 It is said that the villagers of Guzhang Village in Bingzhou also reappeared in this Guzhang Village that suddenly appeared in Shuzhong, and they all lost their memories of the past, don't you think it's weird?"

Qiu also glanced at the civet dog, then turned his head and asked, "Could it be that the Wangdi Temple on this mountain happens to be the Wangdi Temple in Huaxian County back then?" Mr. Storyteller picked up the silver beans and smiled all over his face, "Emperor Wang! As for the other old decays, I really don't dare to make judgments, if the two little friends are interested, they can go and see for themselves. Anyway, there is also a Wangdi Temple on this mountain. After listening to it, he grabbed Qiu Ye's hand, left the storyteller who was in place and was delighted, and walked quickly in the direction of the Wangdi Temple.

Just as the backs of the little Taoist priest and the little girl holding hands gradually disappeared beside the cottage, the storyteller's original philistine expression suddenly disappeared, and the silver bean was pinched into the shape of a silver coin and put into his pocket.