Chapter 39 Lower Yin Division, black and white impermanence! 7

The two of them were still in shock, and there was a sad scream not far away.

Boboth of them looked at the sounding place.

"Don't be afraid, there is no ghost, it's just a night flower." The head of the village said with a long sigh of relief and followed the undulating chest: "Oh, I'm scared to death. I thought there was really a ghost shouting! It turned out that the ghost was barking in that tree. After saying that, he pointed to a tree in the cemetery.

Liu Dashao followed the direction he pointed and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. There, a big bird with a cat face was standing on the branch and looking at the two people, with sharp eyes like a knife.

In the countryside in the liberated era, owls were called night flowers and night owls. There is a saying that night owls enter the house and have nothing to do. They are regarded as unlucky and unlucky things, and are regarded as fierce birds for mourning together with crows and pig dung birds (a bird that likes to roll in pig dung). As long as you hear these three kinds of birds singing in the village, you will immediately drive them away. No one wants these birds to keep barking on their roof.

It is said that one year, there was an owl standing on the roof of a family in the village. At first, the family didn't care too much and felt that it was nothing. It's just a bird singing! What kind of big things can happen? As a result, there was a big fire in the family that night. The fire burned all night and the whole sky turned red. Fortunately, his family ran fast and was not buried in the sea of fire. The fire burned his house and left nothing for him. After that, he beat his chest and stamped his feet and said, "I know, I know something is going to happen, bird I've already told you!"

Since then, the villagers in Xiushui Village will scare the owl away as long as they hear it barking, because it can only bring disaster and misfortune to people.

Both of them were shocked, looked up at the sunset that was about to fall, and continued to walk forward.

"Uncle Tian, do you believe in ghosts?" As he walked, Liu Dashao suddenly said such a sentence.

The most taboo for people who walk at night is the word "ghost". Although there is more or less sunshine now, it is only the residual heat of the sun's dying struggle. The yin in the mountains is slowly rising at a speed invisible to the naked eye, like a dry big hand, grabbing all living things into the darkness. Embrace.

Village Manager Tian turned around and gave Liu Dashao a blank look. He really didn't open any pot, and he heard whatever he was afraid of. If you didn't say anything, no one would treat you as a mute. The village head said impatiently to Liu Dashao, "Don't scare me, okay? There is no ghost in the world. Isn't it a night flower!"

It is indeed a terrible thing to walk through the messy graveyard in the middle of the night, especially when there are some strange noises in the cemetery for no reason, which sounds even more creepy.

Just now, the two people were scared enough by the Ye Huazi, which made them sweat coldly all over their bodies, and even their hair and hair stood up. Nightflower is already regarded as an ominous thing here, especially when rushing to the night road, it is most taboo to hear it screaming. If you hear it screaming, shout at it: "Bang!" Come and drive it away. This sound is very similar to the sound of an iron sand gun. On the one's, it can drive Ye Huazi away, and on the other, it can embolden yourself.

"Yes!" Liu Dashao raised his voice and said, "I heard from the white bald man at the head of the village that there was once a pig-killing butcher who was very bold, claiming to be cold and bold, and liked to come home very late."

"One day, he drank in someone else's house and came home very late. The master advised him to spend the night in his house, but he didn't listen, but he had to leave. The master's family had no choice but to let him go. Before leaving, the host family especially said to him, be careful that you can sail a ten-thousand-year-old ship. You'd better be careful. Don't look back at your back when you walk at night. If someone calls your name, don't answer him, because he will come to seduce your soul. After hearing this, the butcher was very disapproving. He swang his thick black-haired hand, patted his chest and said to the master, "Just let go!" What's my nickname? It's cold and bold! I don't know how many pigs I have killed in my life, and I have never been soft. Then he pressed the bright pig-killing knife on his waist and said, "The king of the world was afraid of my pig-killing knife, and he would go around when he saw me. Then he left with a drunken face.

"When the butcher left, there were so many things behind his back that there was no place to put the meat. The butcher frowned and made up his mind. He simply weighed the pole and weighed it on his shoulder and began to go on the road. By this time, it was already dark. There were no stars in the sky, only a gray moon hanging in the sky. The butcher boldly walked towards the cemetery with wine. There was nothing wrong when he first entered the cemetery, but when he walked to the center, something strange happened! The butcher suddenly felt that he had been beaten on the back by someone. At first, he didn't care too much. He thought he was too nervous, but he didn't take a few steps and the same strange thing happened just now. The butcher's drunkenness suddenly woke up a lot. He suddenly remembered what the master's house had said before. If he walked too much at night, he would always encounter ghosts. Could he really meet ghosts tonight?

"The more the butcher thought about it, the more scared he became, so he accelerated his pace, but the speed of the things behind him pounding his back also increased. The butcher was completely desperate. In the barren mountains, it was really not good every day, and the ground was not working! It seems that I really caught up with the ghost tonight. If you don't listen to your friends' advice, you will suffer losses in front of you! Are you going to die here tonight?"

"Finally, the butcher couldn't help it. He was so angry that he cursed. Don't think that you are your grandfather. You can get an inch. To tell you the truth, your grandfather is really not afraid of you tonight. Grandpa, I still have a pig-killing knife in my hand. At worst, I will fight with you to death. After the scolding, the butcher pulled out the pig-killing knife from his waist and looked back.

Speaking of this, Master Liu mysteriously said to the village chief, "Uncle Tian, guess what he saw?"

The village head Tian was aroused by this story and hurriedly asked, "What did he see?"

Liu Dashao shook his head and spread out his hands and said, "He didn't see anything. Do you think it's strange?"

Director Tian said in disbelief, "It's impossible. There is not even a ghost. What will be pounding him on the back?"

Liu Dashao said with a smile, "Uncle Tian, don't worry! Listen to me and tell you slowly.

"After looking at the back coldly and boldly, I was even more afraid. Now I can't even figure out whether the other party is a person or a ghost. Leng Daringda didn't dare to look behind him anymore. He was beaten all the time, because he was afraid that he would see something strange looking at him as soon as he turned around, so he was chased by ghosts to his home. Later, as soon as the cold and bold arrived home, he knocked on the neighbor's door, told the neighbor about the strange things he encountered at night from beginning to end, and then took off his clothes and turned to the neighbor to show his back. The parts of his back were bruised by the ghost were bruised.

"After watching it, the neighbor laughed and leaned forward and backward. It was so lively. He said to his neighbor with a cold and sad face, "Brother, my back has been beaten like this, and you are embarrassed to laugh." The neighbor couldn't help laughing and said to him, "You're stupid. You carry the weighing pole on your back and hang the weight on it. Of course, you shake it when you walk. The weight naturally hit your back. When you look back, of course you can't see anything. Even if you see it, it's just weighing weight. How can you think about it? It turns out that he has always been playing tricks? After listening to this, Leng boldly patted his head and suddenly realized: I just said that his mother has been following me all the time. No matter how fast I walk, it beats it. It turns out that the damn weight is playing tricks! From that day on, Leng bold no longer dared to pat his chest in front of others and boast to others that he was bold, and he no longer dared to walk alone at night into the cemetery. After all, I've been bitten by a snake for ten years and I'm afraid of the well rope!"

After hearing this, the village head Tian was disappointed and said, "Well, I thought there were really ghosts in this world. It turned out that it was just a scale playing tricks." But then he nodded affirmatively and said, "Well, after careful consideration, I found that you told this story well and got to the point. In front of science, all feudal superstitions, like reactionaries, are paper tigers!"

Liu Dashao saw that he had talked so hard, but he was mistaken by the village head Tian. He hurriedly moved out the things in his stomach and defended, "These are all what I heard from the old men in the village. The old men also said that don't look back when walking at night. If you look back, you are likely to see something. What an unclean thing. If you don't look back, I dare not do anything to you even if a ghost follows you. If someone calls your name when you walk at night, don't respond to him, because it is likely to be a ghost sent by the king of hell. If you respond, he will immediately come to attract your soul, and you will die. If you don't die, you will become a very demented person. In addition, don't pat other people's backs when walking at night, because people have three flavors of fire, ghosts burn three pillars of incense, and people's three flavors of real fire are on their backs. If you are patted away by living people, ghosts will harm people. If you touch a ghost, put your hand on your head and wipe it a few times, so that the ghost will not dare to approach, because the ghost is also afraid that you will wipe off his three-pillar incense. Although I haven't encountered ghosts a few times since I grew up, these things have been passed down by the previous generation, and the words of the ancestors are very effective.