The night was deep and the stars were falling. The mass grave under the shadow of the mountain, there is a cool breeze sweeping.

"It's not me who said, this mass grave, they are all spread to be amazing, look at it, it's not a big deal!" Kong Xiuji, who was walking in the forefront, laughed and patted his chest at the two behind him: "You can come with me today, you are all good brothers and good friends, but Jinzhou, you are also twisted, and if you do it again, you will be invited to drink flower wine next time." ”

Duan Kexu, who was holding a fan in his hand, smiled and frowned: "You know that Jin Zhou is shy, but you still have to be so difficult for him?"

However, Zhang Jinzhou was neither humble nor arrogant, and said: "Jinzhou's family is poor, and it is a blessing to be able to travel with the two brothers. If you don't break the bank, it's not a painful thing. ”

"Okay, I like it! Sure enough, it fits well with my Kong Xiuji!" Kong Xiuji laughed and sighed again, "It's a pity that my father and mother don't understand my ambition and pride, hahaha." ”

The three of them looked at each other and smiled. This mass grave is nothing more than that.

But all of a sudden, what's going on?

When Kong Xiuji came back to his senses, he was the only one left. There was a sharp pain in his right hand, and he almost couldn't help but let go.

No, he couldn't let go of his hand, and Kong Xiuji suddenly panicked. What's going on? How can this be? Is there a ghost in a mass grave? No, no, no, no, no, can't do that!

The right hand, still released. And then, it's such a strange feeling. The fall, this is the only memory, the pain, the pain beyond words.

At the end of his life, Kong Xiuji opened his eyes with difficulty, and his heart was shocked.

In the deep darkness, he saw a pair of huge eyes and a blue face.

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Qingdi Township, which has always been peaceful, has a murder case.

The town was originally surrounded by mountains and rivers, but there was a land temple that had been abandoned for many years at the west end, and behind the temple was the mass grave left by the chaos of the Ten Kingdoms, which extended for half a mile until the foot of the mountain. In this quiet township, it is quite rare to be dyed with a trace of weird color.

The young man in fresh clothes and angry horses will inevitably be interested in these strange mountain and wild talks, and Kong Xiu, who is the highest and most famous in the same age in the township, invited Zhang Jinzhou and Duan Kexu to go to the land temple at night. I never thought that I would never return.

It wasn't until a few days later that an old farmer crossed the mass grave and wanted to go up the mountain to cut firewood, that he found several mutilated fresh bodies among the tombstones in Hengchen. They were all young men who had long since died, most of their bones were broken, their clothes were torn, and their mouths were full of scarlet, which showed the tragedy of death and the desolation of death.

For a while, there were rumors among the villagers, some said that the female general who died tragically in Qingdi Township climbed out of the grave to kill the enemy, and said that the ghostly militia turned into a ghost and killed people when they saw it. In short, it is impossible to avoid the haunting. The small Qingdi Township, so suddenly shrouded in a depressing atmosphere, people talk about the tiger color, and they dare not say more during the day, lest they touch the mold.

Zhao Wu'an, a white-clothed layman, rode a donkey to Qingdi Township.

He wore a tie in an antuohui, and there was no point of clean, black hair like a waterfall, although his appearance was only in the middle and upper, but because of this clothes, he had a dusty posture, and he carried a big box with three strands and four hooks on his back, like a turtle shell, so he swayed through the town gate leisurely, which attracted many eyes.

Zhao Jushi half-squinted, as if he was dozing off, ignoring these strange eyes, holding the reins in one hand and the back rope of the box in the other, as if he was guarding against thieves wherever he went.

"Hurry up. The girl in front of her was anxious, "Everyone is waiting!"

The girl looked sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in red, very cute, with eyebrows like crescent eyes like mirror flowers, striding in front of this layman. Beside the girl, a middle-aged man with a knife in one hand and a token hanging from his waist said indifferently: "Don't be rude." ”

"He, he, he, he......" The girl didn't say anything after several times in a row, and finally said helplessly: "The matter of solving the case cannot be delayed, but we have to do this kind of supernatural ritual for three days and three nights, of course, the sooner the better! If he is like this, I don't know how long it will take to finish the Fa affairs!"

The girl's name is An Qing, she grew up in Qingdi Township since she was a child, her father An Guangmao fought on the battlefield in his early years, fought a hundred families and returned to his hometown, married a woman who admired him when he was a teenager, and now he has a daughter and two sons, which can be regarded as happy.

An Guangmao is also in an important position in the county government, and this time the murder case in Qingdi Township is indeed a bit big, and it was reported to the state assassin, and a military order was issued, ordering the county government to solve the case within 15 days.

Although the matter of solving the case is urgent, the rumors of the villagers about the evil spirits are getting more and more intense, and it is very delaying the investigation of the case. The monk didn't invite him, but he invited a layman in white clothes who was victorious in snow, and he was surprisingly lazy.

That's not right, because this layman is very unusual. An Guangmao still remembers what Zhao Wu'an said when he first refused to go down the mountain, and it was probably the strangest thing he had ever heard in the temple in his life.

In the face of the sincere invitation of the two, Zhao Wu'an put his palms together at that time, lowered his eyebrows and said: "Zi Bu is silent, and his power is confused. There are no ghosts and monsters in this world, and the so-called hauntings must be real murderers who cover people's ears and eyes, and they will never involve excessive things. I also hope that the two donors can peel off the cocoon, Zhao believes that with the talents of the two, the truth will definitely come out, so that the people of Qingdi Township are lucky, Amitabha. ”

This is probably not a layman at all, but he has been eating vegetarian food in Jiuda Temple for ten years. The abbot put his palms together in a very personlike manner and pretended not to hear it, but An Qing was angry.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Wu'an instigated Xiao Shami to roast sparrows before he came to see the An family's father and daughter, and as a result, the hundred-year-old banyan tree was burned, the abbot probably had no reason to force Zhao Wu'an to go down the mountain. An Guangmao has always spoken softly, but An Qing was anxious, and when he saw that the abbot was also on their side, he immediately agreed and pulled this cheap layman down the mountain.

After going down the mountain, he realized that this layman really didn't have a few scriptures in his stomach, and sending him down the mountain was probably a rare relief for his abbot. An Qing couldn't help but feel distressed, why did she bother in the temple and speak in front of her father.

An Guangmao's speed of speech is actually no different from that of a normal person, but for many years, he has come and gone on the battlefield, and he knows the truth that trouble comes out of his mouth. It's just that the pause before speaking is often unbearable.

An Qing was diametrically opposed and gave birth to an acute son. She thought about it for 16 years and didn't understand why her father's gentle temperament was how he married the wildest lady in ten miles and eight towns as his wife, and even took her and her two brothers with him, and his temperament was not very compatible with his father.

Don't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, the dead horse is a live horse doctor, plus the abbot's face is as thick as the loess of the mass grave, An Qing finally reluctantly accepted this fact. It's just a matter of law, if you believe it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it, and you have never thought about it, and you should give an explanation to the villagers. After all, the Dharma has to be done, and the matter of solving the case cannot be stopped.

Turning from the main road onto the trail, I walked half a mile around a small hill, through a pine forest, and my vision suddenly widened. The villagers in front of the pine forest were crowded, and they had long known that the father and daughter of the An family went to Jiuda Temple today to invite the monks to come to the evil spirits, which was also a major event in the small township, and they all wanted to squeeze forward to see it clearly. In front of the Land Temple, twenty officials were already waiting there, yellow paper braziers, wooden fish futons, and Qingdi villagers were all very friendly and ready.

As for whether Zhao Wu'an is willing to appreciate his face and chant sutras, that is really not something that Xiaoqingdi Township can control. An Qing held her forehead, feeling that something was going wrong.

Zhao Wu'an got off the donkey and opened his eyes to look into the distance, but saw that the yellow sand was mixed with dry grass, and the tombstones were lined up, and some of the stone tablets had fallen in all directions, which was a desolate scene of mass graves. The herds of tombstones stretch all the way to the foot of the mountain in the distance, and the mountains are like giant dragons, entrenched in hideous, eager to swallow the sky and the sun.

Directly in front of the pine forest, only about twenty paces, there is a land temple standing so abruptly. It has obviously been abandoned for a long time, and the paint on all four walls has turned dark red, and has been stripped by the wind and sand. Zhao Wu'an thought for a while, and stepped forward as if no one was around.

An Qing saw that she was anxious in her eyes, and grabbed Zhao Wu'an: "What are you running around! ”

"I won't. Zhao Wu'an said coolly.

An Qing looked shocked: "Won't you still go down the mountain?"

Zhao Wu'an raised his eyes, and there was an inexplicable look in his eyes: "Didn't you agree to the abbot and force me down?"

An Qing, who can't live because of her own sin, was speechless for a while. Seeing that Zhao Wu'an was about to walk into the Land Temple in full view of everyone, An Qing said eagerly: "It's better to pretend to chant and come out to give the villagers peace of mind!"

Considering that there were villagers in Qingdi Township next to him, An Qing didn't say this loudly, and Zhao Wu'an didn't hear it, walked straight to the Land Temple, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, his voice was dull.

The villagers who stretched their necks and waited to see what the monks were doing looked at each other, wondering what they were doing. A few officials who thought they had a good relationship with An Guangmao on weekdays came up and asked, "What kind of moth is this monk doing?"

An Guangmao was like a big brother, and he didn't say much, and the younger brothers immediately understood, and the eldest brother was also unclear.

Zhao Wu'an turned his head, suddenly changed his previous lazy habits, frowned, looked at An Qing and asked, "You said before that before the teenagers disappeared, they met to visit this land temple, but they encountered evil ghosts?"

An Qing was stunned, he didn't expect that he would have doubts about this, he had asked Zhao Wuan to go down the mountain before, and he also introduced the general situation of the mass grave case, half the truth, half the villagers' speculation, but it only deepened the degree of bluffing of the haunted theory.

An Qing still nodded: "Yes, there is this saying, the female general who used to erect a banner of righteousness in Qingdi Township to fight against the tyranny used chains, and some people saw dust flying in chains late at night, thinking that it was a female general resurrected." It is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. ”

Zhao Wu'an said lightly: "It's in this place that three people died?"

"Not really...... An Qing scratched her head, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Zhao Wu'an's gourd, "Although it is a land exploration temple, the body is still lying in a mass grave." ”

Before the words were finished, An Qing saw Zhao Wuan's solemn expression and couldn't help but be stunned.

"There are many more people buried in this place. Zhao Wu'an said in a low voice, "Than the people in the mass grave...... Much more. ”