death of mountain god

The rest of the journey was smooth sailing. The four of them rushed to the waiting stop sign, and a bus from Pingya Village came on the back. Sit down by yourself.

The driver was a young guy with unknown driving skills. Chen Yuan stared at him suspiciously for a long time. According to the life-saving rules for motion sickness patients, he chose a place away from the engine, patted ginger slices on his belly button, and fell asleep with his head up.

Shen Yuntan watched the bleak appearance of the air leaking from the four corners of the broken car, and couldn't help asking: "You are considered a state agency, and there is no one to respond?"

"This is really heartbreaking." Zhou Li took out a wet towel and wiped the unknown stain on the backrest, and lay down as if he had lost his spine, "We are considered non-staff personnel, and even the law enforcement certificate is issued by the printing shop at the door , how can there be so many relationships to find? What's more, the leader loves to deal with the higher-ups, and he has never even heard of the name of this small northwest village."

These monsters are not stupid, they rarely run wild in those places, the Skynet system makes the monsters panic, everyone used to like to do acrobatics in the lively market, but now everything is scientific and discerning Most of the monsters live in the countryside and live a peaceful life. They are not afraid of being reported if they show their fox tails. It is not difficult to steal a chicken restlessly.

However, the leader's approach has an advantage, the allocation of funds is easy.If he couldn't reach out his hand, he would hire someone to do it, and the monk and Taoist priest would grab it with both hands. He thought that the old guy was fascinated by the thick stack of banknotes back then, and he was worthy of contempt and praise.

Blake rubbed the white note a few times, as if he had made some important discovery, he suddenly stopped and threw out a sentence: "There are words on the ticket."

Zhou Li was taken aback, and grabbed Shen Yuntan's arm: "Where there are words, there are words... Ah? What words?"

This note is much thicker than ordinary A4 paper. It looks smooth, but it feels not. Blake was thinking about something, but subconsciously, what appeared in his mind was the language on the mountain. Suddenly, his fingers touched two bar.

The creases are well-founded, and they should be carefully distinguished under the horizontal bar. After touching the first letter, the second letter, and a few letters, Blake's heart trembled. This word is "God Bird".

He confirmed again that it was not a coincidence, it was indeed those letters, a circle, two horizontal lines, and a raised tail, what an awkward combination.

"It's the characters on our mountain, the kind engraved on the tombstone." Black's wording was a bit strange, what do you mean by "the kind engraved on the tombstone"?

It is said that Cangjie created the characters at the foot of the mountain. One day, he saw the footprints of birds and created ancient pictographs by himself. But he reversed the words "heavy" and "out". When traveling thousands of miles, the weight is the most important. The mountains are heavy, but the mountains are heavy.

Zhou Li asked: "It's different from our Chinese characters from ancient times to the present? It doesn't matter, as long as you know it."

Blake actually went to school. He read a big box of must-read ancient and modern classics in elementary school. In fact, what can a real elementary school student understand?It's just leaving a mark, and there is a sense of belonging when you see it later.

Of course, Xiao Bu's mind has long been out of the children's mind. He followed a group of children to recite the mystery of heaven and earth, the prehistoric universe, the beginning of human beings, the good nature, and the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky. He knew these things were ambiguous and difficult to understand. Later, he heard One sentence: "It's a feeling."

It was a feeling, not a fact, and he secretly said to his deskmate: "Cang Jie is not the only one who invented characters. Your storybook is too fake, and it may be made up by those people in the past. You make up a paragraph, and he makes up a paragraph." A paragraph, ha, the logic is not smooth, the myth, the more people tell it, the longer it takes, the more it seems true."

Later, he had a fight with his deskmate because the story book was given by a girl whom his deskmate liked.

Behind the gods are a group of ordinary people, whether Cangjie who created characters, Suiren who drilled wood to make fire, or even Shennong who tasted herbs, they are all just a frozen symbol.

"The kind engraved on the tombstone" are the oldest symbols that can be called words. They are not elegant, simple, and even have some abstract meanings that are difficult to express. However, the ancient monsters cherish the ancient symbols, and they chose this by coincidence. This kind of clumsy words summarizes his life.

Zhou Li persevered and asked without shame: "So the note...no, what is written on the ticket?"

Black reached out and touched it, and pointed him to the location: "The words on the ticket are about this long, and I see this now."

He read less than one-tenth of the part, and Zhou Li looked at the pitifully read paragraphs with difficulty: "It's understandable. Keep working hard."

After fighting all the way to Pingya Village, Blake's progress was only less than half. He got out of the car dizzy, feeling that the road ahead was difficult.

Zhou Li helped the child, feeling very emotional: "Your language is so good, you can't finish reading a small note in two hours."

Black slapped his hand and said, "I'll use a bamboo stick to carve a row of characters for you to touch? Let alone two hours, you won't be able to figure out that it's Chinese characters in two days!"

Zhou Li rubbed a note, and found that there was indeed a huge gap between theory and practice. He licked his lower lip boldly: "Hey! Why don't we say that our small table is good, brother will book a hotel for you, let's take it easy. Ponder."

The sky had already started to turn dark, no one looked around, birds were chirping, Shen Yuntan had an ominous premonition.

The road is not a good road, it is the kind of dirt road that has never been hardened, and it is muddy when it rains. The wheels are stuck in the wet mud, and the weather is still the same after the rain. The whole road is very exhausting. You can only look at the pale painted wall at the entrance of the village to measure the distance.

Chen Yuan changed back to a rabbit appearance and squatted on Shen Yuntan's shoulder. Zhou Li suddenly discovered the situation, feeling extremely unbalanced, and grabbed it, trying to drive the fat rabbit off.

Chen Yuan reacted quickly, and immediately jumped onto the other shoulder, escaping from the clutches in time: "The dog, take your paw away!"

Zhou Li was so angry that his teeth itched: "You have the ability to snatch a man, but you have the ability to come down and leave by yourself?"

"I'm fine."

Zhou Li was stunned suddenly.

It turned out that the whiteness was not the wall paint, but the paper streamers hanging all over the wall. The whole village was dead silent, only a few white paper tassels swirling with the wind, and the only gap was the two old wooden posts at the entrance of the village, like giant white beasts. It exposed its saliva-stained teeth.

He stretched out his arm to stop Shen Yuntan: "There's something wrong in front, I'll go over and have a look, wait for me, boyfriend."

After speaking, he hugged him with his hands, and by the way, he picked off the fat rabbit that was hanging on his shoulders.

"Bring this." Shen Yuntan took out the white paper lantern, with a look of worry on his face, "Be careful."

The wind picked up, and the air flow passed through the narrow alley, making whining cries, and the rustling sound of white paper, Zhou Li stepped on the dry and hard mud step by step, stepped lightly, slowed down his breathing, and endured the pain all over his body. Goosebumps.

It's funny to say, not counting the times when the old monk took him to be courageous when he was young, he has dealt with ghosts and gods many times, but courage is different from person to person, the result is that the deeper the understanding, the more afraid of the unknown, Once you know that there are ghosts in the world, you will never go back to the time when you can silently recite the core values ​​​​of socialism and walk around at night.

After walking fifty steps, looking back, Shen Yuntan hugged the rabbit and looked at him with a smile: "You go your way, I'll follow behind you."

Shy about the hometown, Blake grabbed his sleeve: "Zhou Li, why don't we go, this village looks spooky, maybe it has been deserted for a long time, isn't there often news reports, the village The last group of old people in the village died, and the village disappeared.”

"It's gone, why is the bus still setting up stop signs here? Sending ghosts?" Zhou Li took back his clothes inch by inch, and winked at Shen Yuntan in a humorous way, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"I."

Shen Yuntan's heart seemed to be pierced with thousands of silver needles, the pain was dense and continuous, he frowned forbearance: "Let me go, I will go with you, okay?"

In fact, it’s not a big deal. The wooden piles at the gate of the village are still some distance away, and the horoscope has not been written yet. Zhou Li only said that Shen Yuntan, as an ordinary person, might have been stimulated by witnessing the scene of a ghost movie. Thinking of this He immediately wove a net with spider silk, and covered Shen Yuntan's head with a shiny piece, like... shining dandruff.

The appearance may not be very good-looking, but the effect is real. Shen Yuntan felt that the cold breath suddenly retreated from him, and he held the corner of the spider web tightly, but felt that something was wrong, as if suddenly missing same thing.

Until Blake called out and looked around: "Where is Chen Yuan?"

They had already reached the T-shaped intersection in the village. Several notices were posted at the intersection of the two long streets, all of which were obituaries. Paper flower petals were floating all over the street. Those two wooden stakes: "It's just not right here. We were still at the door a second ago, but now... it's like being swallowed by the village."

where is sheIt's unlikely that she ran away by herself. Could it be that something stopped her outside the village?

The back of the stake is black, as if it had been burned. Looking at the road at the entrance of the village from here, it seems that it is quite different from before. He remembered that there were only three paper tassels, but now there are five floating there, and the lengths are also different. When it blows, it doesn't look like a paper tassel, but like a flying white snake.

Zhou Li touched the note in his hand: "Xiaobu has a ticket in his hand, and I also have one in my hand. There is a spider web on Yun Tan, which may be regarded as my luggage. Could it be that this is the entrance to Pingya Mountain?"

"Luggage" pressed his temple: "You're quite reasonable...wait for her first, we'll just sit here for a while, just to see what's going on in the village."

After half an hour, I changed several positions, but I couldn't see anyone or any rabbits. Zhou Li immediately got up and said, "Find a place to live first. It's getting dark, and the street lights here haven't turned on yet, so it's probably broken."

It's too miserable, not long ago I was thinking about booking a hotel, but now I only hope that there will be a living person to take me in for one night.

The author has something to say:

Gu Jiegang's "History of the Country": "The stories of Yao and Shun partly belong to mythology, and partly are fabricated by scholars on weekends who "took the ancient reforms"; It’s really a person’s business.”