Chapter 38 Yin Division, black and white impermanence! 6

Cai Mo deliberately asked, "I didn't send you money?" Hui Niang pointed to the burning fire and said, "That's money!" The underworld is made of paper as money." As soon as Cai Mo heard this, he immediately went to hold two bundles of paper to burn, saying that it would make his parents in the underworld suffer less. Seeing this, the neighbors found that the paper money was so useful, so they all paid to buy the paper made by Cai Mo. After the news spread, in less than a few days, Cai Mo's paper was sold out. Since the day when Hui Niang returned to the sun is the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, people will burn incense and paper for their ancestors on this day. This custom has been passed down to this day.

At this moment, there is no one in the temple except Liu Dashao and the head of Tian. The inside and outside of the temple can really be called ice and fire. When he came to the statue of the five spiritual officials, Major General Liu put paper money and other things in the incense pot dedicated to sacrifice in the temple, and he knelt on the grass mat in front of the statue. The village chief stood there and watched, and did not go forward to help. He was only occasionally attracted by the strange facial expressions of these gods. It was very boring to touch this and look at it.

Liu Da Shao lit a match, lit the incense paper, and then sprinkled it in the basin. Looking at them curled up into black waste, he muttered, "Five spiritual officials, I'm really embarrassed about what happened the other night. I'm sorry that we don't know Mount Tai. I take the liberty to disturb you for a while. I hope all of you have a large number of people, show your spirit, and let us go! Little Mr. Liu kowtowed to you here. As long as Guoqiang, Goudan and Xiao Mazi are cured, we will definitely burn a large car of yellow paper ingots for you, and then clean this temple, so that you can live comfortably.

After saying that, he really kowtowed to the statue, hit the ground with a bang, and his forehead was blue and purple. Obviously, it was not a fake.

When he kowtowed his third head and just raised his face, Liu Dashao's eyes moved and found that the statue facing him in the middle grinned at him like last time. The smiling face was ferocious and terrible, and he couldn't wait to devour himself alive. In this matter, Liu Dashao had a pimple in his heart. What's the matter with being so scared? Suddenly, he rolled to the ground and almost fainted. When he got up, a smiling face was scared white. Tian village chief also found the problem at this time. He hurried forward and hugged Liu Da Shao, and asked what had happened. Liu Da Shao quickly closed his eyes, shrank behind Tian village chief, pointed to the direction of the statue, and trembled: "Uncle Tian, let's go!" The statue laughed, and the statue laughed again!"

"No way?" The village head looked up, and his eyes were fixed on the clay embryo statue in a python robe and a red dress, but he saw that the spiritual official had a big yellow face, two slender beards dragged down from his cheeks, and his eyes were eight-shaped, which was very fierce.

"This... I didn't see it smile either?" The village head said to himself. After observing for a few minutes without any movement, he stopped his already sore eyes and smiled disapprovingly: "Little nephew, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's your eyes." However, Liu Dashao was unmoved and still stuck his head in the arms of the village head, and did not dare to look directly at the breathtaking strange god statue.

In desperation, the village head Tian had to find a fire stick casually, flirted with the momentum of the flame in the basin, threw the remaining paper money in, turned it over, and almost burned.

"Ok." The village head Tian clapped his hands and was about to go back, but was pulled by Master Liu: "Uncle Tian, wait, and this rune paper also has to be burned, and we have to burn it clean before we leave. Grandma Fan told me in every way."

"I know, I know, this old lady has a lot of things to do and is full." The village chief impatiently took the rune paper from Liu Dashao and didn't look at it much. He threw it directly into the brazier to see if it was stuck to the flame. He didn't think much about it and pulled Liu Dashao back.

"Uncle Tian, is it burned?"

"Burned, burned." The village head has never been fond of Grandma Fan's things, so he casually dealt with it.

"Have you burned it clean?" Liu Dashao took his hand and asked.

"It's all coke. Can it not be clean? Let's go! Otherwise, it will be difficult to walk on the mountain road as soon as it's dark. We didn't bring a kerosene lamp. Village head Tian said.

"Good!" Since the village head Tian said that it was burned into coke, it was probably completely burned out. Liu Dashao was immediately relieved. He also knew that this place was better during the day, and it was even more finished at night. Thinking of the statue that smiled at him inexplicably, his face suddenly turned white and he dared not turn back. He quickly caught up and crossed. The village head who stepped forward.

When Liu Dashao and the village head Tian just walked under the forehead of the temple, he obviously felt that the village head Tian's body shivered violently. Then, the village chief turned around and turned his head to look at the temple.

"Who is calling me?" The village head shouted at the temple. Liu Dashao looked at him with a surprised face and said, "Village head, who are you talking to?"

"I just heard someone calling my name behind me. Did you hear my little nephew?" The village head suddenly asked Liu Dashao. Liu Dashao shook his head desperately and said he didn't hear it. And comforted him, "Village head, maybe he heard it wrong." The village head did not answer him. Liu Da Shao clearly saw that his face suddenly became ugly, and the pace under his feet also accelerated significantly. So I guessed in my heart that the village head was really afraid this time. It seems that this Lingguan Temple can't come in the future. Whether it is day or night, there is a sense of evil. The two walked very quickly. In a short time, they walked to the bluestone road that had been up the mountain. They chatted and stepped on the weeds, which was also very comfortable. However, when he walked dozens of meters further and got to the mountainside, Liu Dashao in front of him was dumbfounded.

It turned out that on the corner, there was only a two-meter-long deep pit. Under the deep pit was a steep stone wall. The stone wall was next to the cliff. The people who watched it had no reason to tighten their hearts, and their eyes were shining.

"This...how did this road become like this?" Liu Dashao was shocked.

The village head of Tian bent down and looked around without saying a word. Fortunately, the sun is still hanging on the horizon, and the night has not been completely pulled down, so the delicacy of the surroundings can still be seen clearly. After groping for a moment, the village head shook his head and sighed, "Alas! It's also my fault that this bluestone road has not been renovated by the villagers for more than ten years. It's really a coincidence today. Probably the foundation is unstable. When we were in the temple, the two steps above fell off and rolled under the hillside.

"So what should we do now? Do you still want to spend the night in the temple?

"I want to think about it." The village chief rubbed his temples, and finally his eyes lit up and said, "No, let's go home first!" I remember that there are two roads going down the mountain from the Lingguan Temple. One is this, and the other is from the chaotic cemetery. First, go to Xiushan Village, and then walk from Xiushan Village to our village.

"A messy grave?" Liu Dashao was a little uncomfortable listening to this word.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with the messy graves? Where is there no one to die?" Chief Tamura glanced at him and said, "Are you afraid?"

"Who is afraid!" After Liu Dahua's mouth pouted and self-esteem, the worry just now was immediately thrown away.

"Then let's go!" Chief Tamura turned around and began to climb up the slope again.

"Go and go, whoever is afraid is a bastard!" Liu Da Shao muttered behind, reached into his arms, and stopped the three paper cranes that Mrs. Fan told her before leaving.

In the sunset, the eyes of the three paper cranes were blood red, like three pairs of bright gems. But it's a pity that they just stayed there motionless and did not fly with their wings as Grandma Fan said.

"I knew you couldn't fly!" Master Liu said to himself to the paper crane, "It's strange that a folded thing can fly. I really think I'm Luban!"

"Little nephew, what are you doing? Hurry up!" As he spoke, the voice of the village head Tian sounded from outside the temple gate.

"I know, I know, what's the hurry!" Liu Dashao stuffed the paper crane into his arms again: "I don't know whether it's true or not, but don't worry, I will take you back safely! After saying that, he quickly chased after them.

In this way, the two of them came to the chaotic graveyard step by step, quietly, and the stone tablets erected on the grave were like a standing corpse, peeping at them ferociously. It adds a little strange color to the already horrible atmosphere of the chaotic cemetery. As he walked, the village head Tian, who was leading the way in front of him, began to be a little scared, so he slowed down and walked side by side with Liu Dashao, saying that the two of them were close together, so that there could be a care.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a sad scream came from somewhere.

The two people were immediately scared out of their seven souls, and their chins were almost tossed off. At the same time, he shouted, "Ghost!"