Autumn 1990.

In the drizzle and haze, a young man in a suit and leather shoes, holding an umbrella, came to the village.

At this time, in the small village, only the old man in the twilight remained.

Those pillars came to Linyi City early to develop, and they have a place in the business world.

In addition, when I go back to the village every day to offer incense, I don't have a good time to stay in the village, and I'm afraid that I don't have much affection for this ancestral land.

When the young man was still outside the village, he felt that there was something strange about this place, and when he entered the village, his mind became more and more determined.

The old man was enthusiastic, and when he saw the living people entering the village, he also stepped forward to ask.

It turned out that the ancestors of the young people were victims of the famine, and some people were separated, but they only knew that they died in this vicinity, and it is not known where they were.

He was ordered by his family to bring back the corpses of his ancestors.

At this moment, the faces of the old people who knew about it changed instantly, and they refused to reveal a word.

Since the old people in the village refused to speak, the young people did not want to force it, but only asked them to agree and wander around the village.

The village is just an ordinary village, nothing odd. However, the sub-temple at the end of the village attracted the attention of the young people.

There is something strange about this well water.

Looking, it is a very clear spring water, but if you make a little trick, you can see that the spring is full of golden light and has dragon energy.

The young man came from a small family in southern Hunan, although the inheritance in the clan was low, but he relied on his strong talent to become the first person to exorcise ghosts in southern Hunan.

Young people think that since water contains dragon breath, the source of this water must be a treasure of feng shui.

If you cultivate in the treasure land, your cultivation will leap thousands of miles.

Cultivation is tight, no matter what tasks he has on him.

I saw that he took out his compass and followed the pointer to the so-called treasure land.

Naturally, he went to a mass grave.

"The land of dragons and turtles is undoubtedly a treasure land,

However, the ghost spirit is compelling, the demon wind is prevalent, and the pattern has been forcibly changed, and it has become a place for practicing corpses.

It's a pity!

But that's good.

Hahaha......

I really have to thank this useless senior. ”

When the young man came to the mother temple, he didn't look at the body of the ragged shirt in the temple.

With a wave of his hand, he left, a black Maitreya.

Hey, how can there be imprisonment around this temple, is there still a master?

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In other words, two men in black, one fat and one thin, tied up Chen Ping, galloped all the way, and went to the broken temple on the outskirts of the city.

It was late at night, the visibility was low, and the small hill where the broken temple was located was surrounded by black fog, which looked very forested.

The man in black carried Chen Ping on his shoulder, held the golden incense in his hand, held the candle flame, and walked tremblingly on the path to the ruined temple.

"Don't blame for bothering, don't blame ...... bother," the two of them shuddered.

After they threw Chen Ping into the ruined temple, they left in a hurry, very afraid.

Soon after they left, a red mist erupted from Black Maitreya's mouth, and when it touched Chen Ping, it made a sound as if it had been burned by something. The red mist immediately subsided and returned to the mouth of the Black Maitreya.

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Hiss!

Chen Ping opened his eyes with difficulty, and the pain in the back of his head and back was intense, and he couldn't help moaning.

It was pitch black in front of me, and I couldn't move even if I wanted to stretch.

"Huh?"

Chen Ping, who had just woken up, was still a little dazed.

With his hands and feet tied and in a sack, everything was a little unreal to Chen Ping.

"Must be dreaming, well, sleep a little longer. ”

Chen Ping, who had just woken up, closed his eyes again.

It may be that he was hit with a sharp stick on the back of his head, plus he was in a coma for more than ten hours, Chen Ping's brain was not very good, and he didn't understand what was going on for a while.

However, the pain of the wound and the immovable body alerted Chen Ping, and there seemed to be a voice in his head, shouting at him: "Big brother, wake up, this is not a dream!"

For a while, Chen Ping was in a cold sweat, and the pain turned into fear, fear of the unknown.

Chen Ping, who came to his senses, was still trembling at the tip of his heart, and the pain in his head and back also became more and more painful as he became conscious, cone his frightened heart.

The rapid rise and fall of his chest, the rush of adrenaline, made him a little out of breath and a little dizzy for a while.

After a long time, Chen Ping, who was slowly calming down, was finally able to think, but his fear was not alleviated in the slightest.

What's going on?

Suddenly, a picture flashed in the confused Chen Ping's mind, and the image was a little blurry, as if it was two big black rats.

Could it be that he was kidnapped by two big black rats?

Chen Ping, who had a little thought, began his cranky thoughts.

He thought of the book Journey to the West that he picked up when he was a child, and he was fascinated by the ups and downs of the plot in Journey to the West.

He clearly remembered that Journey to the West recorded a rat spirit that eats human flesh and cannibal blood.

Could it be that he fell into the rat's hole and became a meal for the rat spirit?

When I thought that I was about to enter the steamer like Master Xuanzang, or get into the oil pot, I might also make sashimi.

Finish the bird, finish the bird......

To believe in science, to believe in science, materialists do not believe in ghosts and gods, do not believe in superstition, do not preach superstition......

It's a fart, and it's not a good life.

But please, the rat spirits should be gentle, and it is better to have a few more beautiful monsters of the kind in Journey to the West.

Thinking of beautiful women and monsters, Chen Ping naturally got crooked, a description of the mouse spirit in the original book of Journey to the West.

The dough of flour is like a silver basin, and the red lips are as smooth as cherries. is upright and beautiful, and Chang'e is happy in the month.

Like, it's beautiful, hehe......

However, the fat and thin figures pulled Chen Ping back from his infinite reverie.

It seems that the rat spirit who kidnapped himself, one is chubby and the other is thin, and there is nothing graceful and slim.

Moreover, the silhouette is also the appearance of a rough man.

Nima!

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Chen Ping, who had the consciousness of death, did not struggle, and his bleeding body did not allow him to do useless struggles, but he kept lying quietly.

He thought of a lot, a lot.

There is a tiring experience of scavenging, a good time on campus, and a humble job search process.

There are grandfathers who always smile, classmates who encourage each other for the college entrance examination, and bosses who despise their poverty......

A line of tears swept across Chen Ping's cheeks without warning.

This teenager, who has suffered many ups and downs since he was a child, is rare, and cried.

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I don't know how long time has passed, seeing that the young man has no reaction, the black Maitreya actually pulled the corners of his mouth humanely.

You're coming out.

It was the red mist that floated out of the mouth of the black Maitreya, turned into a human form, slowly floated to the sack, carefully untied the mouth of the sack, and tried not to touch Chen Ping.

And Chen Ping, who was still immersed in grief, didn't notice it.

A little light, from the mouth of the sack, shone on Chen Ping's face that was still stained with tears.

"It's dawn?"

Chen Ping, who has been in the dark, is the most sensitive to light, so just a trace of light is extremely dazzling to him.