Qingyue Temple

Falling asleep watching the promotional video of the owner of the incense and candle shop, Fang Mu had a dream, dreaming of his childhood.

In a small mountain village, there are two teenagers, one big and one small.

The younger one is about five or six years old, and the older one is about ten years old.

The big one is leading the small one, but it seems that the small one is much calmer than the big one.

The five or six-year-old child with quiet eyes looked at some inexplicable corners around him from time to time, as if he was looking at this world and another.

The older boy, seeing his younger brother's gaze was in a strange position, it seemed that this was not the first time he had seen such a situation, and asked familiarly: "Brother, did you see anything again?"

The little boy shook his head, he didn't want to say anything, but said: "Brother, let's go home. Today is not very good."

The big boy looked at the surrounding sky, it was very good, the sun was shining brightly, the woods were full of chirping insects and birds, and it was very lively.

The big boy asked his younger brother strangely: "What's wrong? It's not raining or cloudy. Brother, do you think the sun is too hot? Then you walk under your brother's arm, and I will cover you with my clothes... isn't it? That's Are you tired of walking? Delicate little brother, you get on my brother’s back, and my brother will carry you on his back... Isn’t that right? What the hell is that? We agreed to catch crickets for you to play with.”

The little boy shook his head three times. Seeing his brother asking persistently, he pointed to the gloomy and empty corners around him and said, "Those people...some of them looked at me crying, and some looked at me laughing. I think I might Something is going to happen."

The boy looked around and saw nothing.

But the boy has always known that his younger brother can see things that others cannot see, and he is also a child prodigy in the village. People often come to ask his younger brother some things, and his younger brother will mostly help people solve their problems.

However, there are also many people who obviously don't believe it, but they want to ask with the mentality of finding fault, and they will always pick up some small mistakes and go online;

Some people got the results from the younger brother, but if the result was not according to their wishes, they blamed the younger brother instead, calling him a ghost boy, evildoer, and a harmful thing.

As time went by, my younger brother didn't like to talk about these weird things with people anymore. Unless he saw someone who needed help, or if he had to ask him, his younger brother would generally not speak up.

The big boy patted his younger brother on the head: "Okay, let's go home. Are you tired from walking? Do you want my brother to carry you on his back?"

The little boy looked at his brother, nodded, and stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

"Brother lazy, don't think I don't know you're not tired at all." The big boy complained as he bent down and put his brother on his back, talking all the way down the mountain.

However, when they walked down the mountain, suddenly a man rushed out from the side and knocked them over.

The big boy was knocked to the ground and felt his younger brother being lifted up on his back.

"What are you doing?" The big boy stood up and wanted to snatch his younger brother back, but the man kicked him out, kicked him on the waist, and made him unable to get up for a long time.

He is only about 10 years old, of course he is no match for a man who is about 1.8 meters tall, even if that man looks terminally ill.

"You monster! Cough cough, I won't die, right! There is no mother and child pestering me, right! Tell me, tell me quickly cough cough cough." The man lifted the five or six-year-old child up , strangled his neck, kept asking questions, seemed to want him to change his mouth and say something good about himself, but when he got emotional, he coughed up a large amount of black blood from his lungs, which seemed to be stained with some charred things, I don't know what it is.

The little boy's face was flushed, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't seem to want to lie, so he didn't speak.

The man became more emotional when he saw the black blood, and he stretched out his hand to gouge the boy's eyes: "You monster, I'm going to gouge your eyes out, you can't see, you don't see anything, you are You lied to me. Ah——!" The man's hand moved closer, but suddenly he saw a wet woman's face on the back of his neck in the reflection of the boy's eyes, and a pair of grinning couple almost crawled out of it. mother and child.

The man threw the little boy away and ran away like crazy.

The big boy saw his younger brother being thrown on the ground, he endured the pain in his back and wanted to crawl over: "Brother, how are you?"

However, not long after, the man came back with a burning torch.

The big boy felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly called to his younger brother: "Run, get up and run, run to a place where there are people!"

The little boy got up obediently and ran, but he couldn't even walk steadily, how could he run faster than a grown man.

The man seemed to be crazy, coughing up black blood, chasing the little boy incoherently and said: "I will burn you to death, burn you monster, burn your monster eyes, burn them and they will disappear, burn them and burn them to death." I can’t see anything anymore! Hahaha!”

The big boy finally got up with great effort. He wanted to stop the man who was chasing his younger brother, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the man kicked his younger brother to the ground and smashed the torch in his hand to the boy's chest. Eye.

The fire oil melted into the flesh, the man laughed wildly and ferociously, and the little boy cried out in pain.

"what--"

Fang Mu woke up in a cold sweat, but there was no expression on his face.

"Boss, the person in charge of the collection department is here. The final stage integration of the regional search system has been prepared, and we are waiting for you to check and open it."

Fang Mu responded with a paralyzed face: "Yes."

·

Not long after Fang Shanshui got out of the car, he saw a woman holding a Qingyueguan sign and walked towards them.

At the beginning, Xiong Xinman waited wholeheartedly for the master of Qingyue Temple, and didn't pay attention to Fang Shanshui. After all, Fang Shanshui was too young, like a college student who hadn't graduated yet, not as old as her, until he saw Fang Shanshui walking straight towards him, Xiong Xinman Xinman was stunned.

Fang Shanshui: "Outside the small window?"

"You are the master of Qingyue Temple!? Hello, hello, I didn't expect you to be so young." Xiong Xinman came back to his senses.

Fang Shanshui took a look at Xiong Xinman. He didn't have Yuan Pei's ability to read faces, but he could also feel that Xiong Xinman had a bad complexion and a feeling of bad luck.

It may be that the evil spirits buried in their ancestral graves have begun to affect their generation.

It is easier to be unlucky and unlucky, but Xiong Xinman's own situation seems to be not serious.

Fang Shanshui asked: "Is your family okay? Nothing happened during this time?"

Xiong Xinman shook his head, and while asking Fang Shanshui to get on the bus, he said to Fang Shanshui: "My uncle has already been buried. After grandma woke up, she asked someone to look at it and said that it was all right. But grandma has been in a daze, talking to others When I talk, I will talk about my uncle, and then I will cry, and I will blame my grandpa, and blame him for not being able to grasp the soil, and a group of evil spirits will be arrested and recruited into the house."

Xiong Xinman drove Fang Shanshui to grandma's house.

Zhao Nanping was still immersed in the grief of her son's death, sometimes remorseful, sometimes resentful, and repeatedly mentioned some things that could no longer be changed.

When Xiong Xinman arrived, Zhao Nanping was still crying, and Xiong Xinman's parents repeatedly persuaded her, but Zhao Nanping couldn't listen to anything, just kept talking about Xiong Jianlin.

"I should have noticed it earlier, why didn't I think of taking him to the hospital earlier and not letting him come to Mahjong. If he is in good health, I don't think those evil spirits can take advantage of him and kill him. Look at me At such an old age, I passed out from crying for six days without eating or drinking. They failed to take me away, but they took Jianlin away. I would rather they took me away! Jianlin, my son, Woooooooo." As soon as the sad part was mentioned, Zhao Nanping wailed again and almost fainted.

"Mom, don't cry, no one wants to do this, but the matter has come to this point, no matter how hard you feel, my brother will never come back to life. There is no way to do this."

Zhao Nanping still felt uncomfortable: "Why didn't I pay attention to it when I heard your father talk about it at the beginning. If I had gone to some witches and Taoists to take a look, maybe it wouldn't have happened."

Xiong Jianjun, who was outside, couldn't help sighing when he heard his old wife talking about this again.

Xiong Xinman took Fang Shanshui into the house to find his grandfather Xiong Jianjun, and introduced the identity of Xia Shanshui: "Grandpa, this is the master of the rosary I bought. I have already told the master about our family. He is here to help us solve it." questionable."

After hearing this, Xiong Jianjun became serious, stood up, and shook hands with Fang Shanshui, but he didn't underestimate Fang Shanshui just because of his age.

Xiong Jianjun went straight to the topic: "Little master, what do you think we should do now? Are we going to visit my parents' cemetery?"

"My wife said that my eldest son didn't have an accident, but was killed by those evil spirits."

Fang Shanshui listened to the crying of the old man who lost his beloved son in the house, and shook his head, "Don't be busy, I want to know what happened in the dream after the old lady passed out last night, and the details."

This, Xiong Jianjun and Xiong Xinman really couldn't tell, so they had to ask Zhao Nanping.

Zhao Nanping, who was still crying and talking about her dead son over and over again, immediately suppressed her grief when she heard that her granddaughter had found the master, and held the hope that the master would avenge her son. She would answer whatever Fang Shanshui asked, even some of her The small details that I didn't pay attention to after waking up gradually remembered.

Zhao Nanping recalled in a daze: "After I passed out, I felt as if I had stepped out of my body. There were a lot of people in the room shouting for something. I couldn't hear clearly. I thought it was noisy, so I went out. I was thinking about going to Jianlin, but as soon as I walked out, I was stopped by a man who was pulling me away..."

Xiong Xinman, Xiong Jianjun and others gathered around, looking at Zhao Nanping and Fang Shanshui with curiosity and disbelief in their eyes.

Although both Zhao Nanping and Xiong Jianjun spoke in a mysterious way, most of the Xiong family still believed that Zhao Nanping was thinking about it day by day, which led to excessive sadness and hysteria. The situation seemed so weird and coincidental.

Fang Shanshui looked into Zhao Nanping's eyes and interrupted: "What does the person who stops you look like?"

Zhao Nanping paused: "It's the same as the person the old man dreamed of at the beginning. He has a flat head and is a little taller than me. It feels like he's about 1.7 meters tall."

Fang Shanshui stared at Zhao Nanping without blinking, and asked rhythmically, "What kind of clothes did you see him wearing? Did you see his feet and shoes? Where did he come from? Who followed him?" he?"

Zhao Nanping fell into memory, and the blurred people in the image seemed to become clearer with Fang Shanshui's question.

The memory of the dream is clear, but the scene in front of me seems to be blurred.

Zhao Nanping blinked, everyone seemed to be in a daze, and Fang Shanshui in front of her was also blurred.

Vaguely, Zhao Nanping felt that Fang Shanshui's eyes seemed to have changed color. Looking at her with those eyes, she felt that the surrounding environment had also changed along with it. when.

……

Zhao Nanping didn't know that she had passed out, but she just closed her eyes and then opened them again, and stood outside the crowd, looking at the children and grandchildren behind her around the coffin, with anxious faces, opening and closing her mouth as if calling, but she couldn't hear what are they talking about.

Zhao Nanping glanced between the people, and suddenly found that the fainted person surrounded by her son and grandson was actually herself!

Is that her body?

How did she come out?

Zhao Nanping was confused for a while, then suddenly remembered that she seemed to be going out to find her son, and her son was not here.

After Zhao Nanping figured it out, she subconsciously walked out the door.

As soon as Zhao Nanping crossed the threshold, she was stopped by a stranger: "It's you, I'm looking for you."

Zhao Nanping was surprised, she didn't know this person at all: "What do you want me for?"

The short, crew-cut man grinned grimly instead of answering, looked behind Zhao Nanping and asked, "Why are you alone? What about your husband? I'm looking for him and his younger brother."

Seeing this man's unkind face, Zhao Nanping couldn't help becoming vigilant: "Who are you? Why are you looking for them?"

The strange man sneered and said, "If we can't find them, we can find you first. Anyway, it will be a matter of time."

After all, the man's hand grabbed Zhao Nanping's arm, trying to pull her away by force.

Very cold hands.

Cold and sticky, like rotten meat.

Zhao Nanping was in a daze for a moment, then struggled immediately, tugging at the door, unwilling to leave: "Who are you, I don't know you at all."

Although Zhao Nanping was still a little confused, she could faintly feel that something was wrong. She was standing by the door of the room, and the people in the room were arguing around her body. In the distance, she heard someone calling her from behind.

It was as if she was at the bottom of the river, and the person who called her was on the bank of the river, the voice came through the water, and the distance was somewhat distorted.

Zhao Nanping clung to the door and refused to leave. She felt as if her soul was being tug-of-war between two sides. Someone was pulling her in front, and someone was yelling at the back, and she was deadlocked in the middle.

"You don't know me. I know you. Your husband and the others are going to kill me. I'll kill you first!" hand.

One hand, thinner and paler, stretched out from behind the waist of the man on the left, and the other hand, thicker and charred, stretched out from the shoulder of the man on the right. The back of the two hands was cold and stiff, as if stuck in Zhao Nanping's arm like a piece of wood. , Zhao Nanping was startled, and saw several faces suddenly appearing behind the man.

It was only then that Zhao Nanping realized that the man who came to arrest her did not come alone, but three or four people followed him.

Those people followed the man silently, as if floating instead of walking.

One of the women in red was the scariest. When she pulled her, Zhao Nanping felt her body lighten and flew out.

Being grabbed by three or five strange people, she was away from where her body was at once. Zhao Nanping only felt that those strange people were grabbing her away. The surrounding environment changed rapidly and became more and more unfamiliar. Zhao Nanping called out: "Let go of me, what are you going to do?"

The man said viciously: "What are you doing? Naturally, it's making your family restless! Your son is the first, and you are the second. Let the two of you stay together."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Nanping suddenly felt that they threw her away, and Zhao Nanping felt as if she had fallen into the water.

A few people on the shore stood there and looked at her coldly, Zhao Nanping suddenly thought of a sentence inexplicably, go and see what clothes these people are wearing, look at their feet, and what shoes they are wearing on their feet.

……

Xiong Xinman and the others looked inexplicable, wondering why after Fang Shanshui asked a few words, Zhao Nanping closed her eyes as if hypnotized, but slowly began to talk nonsense.

At this moment, Xiong Xinman saw that Fang Shanshui took out some white rice from the bag, which seemed to be glutinous rice, sprinkled it on the side of grandma's shoes, and then sprinkled it all the way to the door, a little unclear.

Fang Shanshui suddenly said to the sleeping Zhao Nanping: "Do you see where they are standing? Do you see their feet? What kind of shoes are they wearing?"

Zhao Nanping, who had her eyes closed, suddenly said, "I see, but...they have no feet."

Xiong Xinman and the others felt their hairs stand on end, and even Xiong Jianjun couldn't help rubbing his hands, as if he felt that the room was very cold.

Fang Shanshui said again: "Yes, they have feet. If you take another look, they will fall to the ground."

Zhao Nanping paused for a while, then suddenly shouted: "Look, I see! They have feet, but they just tiptoe on their heels, and they don't completely step on the ground."

"Susu."

As soon as Zhao Nanping finished speaking, Xiong Xinman and the others who were watching from the side suddenly noticed a few black footprints suddenly appeared on a rice path where Fang Shanshui had sprinkled glutinous rice.

The footprints were like what Zhao Nanping said, someone stepped on them with their heels on.

Xiong Xinman covered his mouth in fright.

Uncles of the Xiong family who didn't really believe in these things couldn't help but back away in shock, away from the rice path that Fang Shanshui sprinkled.

At this time, Fang Shanshui suddenly sprinkled a handful of incense ash on the black footprints on the glutinous rice.

As soon as the fine dust fell on the footprints, those tiptoe shoe prints seemed to be pressed by something, and suddenly fell down, just like a person standing on tiptoe, dropping his heel.

Half a black footprint on the ground has also become a complete human footprint.

It's just that as soon as those black footprints landed, they looked like mice seeing the light, and quickly swam around on the ground sprinkled with glutinous rice. It seemed that there were a few invisible people running around on the glutinous rice. .

Xiong Xinman's elders who don't believe in feudal superstition, with a sense of shattered world view on their faces, look around at relatives and friends who are as confused as themselves, and seem to want to ask, have you seen it?But afraid of disturbing something, they all waved their hands and fell silent.

Fang Shanshui asked Zhao Nanping: "How do they stand? Did you see what shoes they were wearing?"

"I saw one, wearing brown cloth shoes... Ah, they are about to run away, I can't see clearly." Zhao Nanping closed her eyes and stretched out her hand. On the rice road in front of her, those black shoe prints scrambling around seemed to be found. Like the exit of the cage, it is printed step by step.

The members of the Xiong family were all standing back against the wall. If the second elder and the master were not still in the room, they might not be able to resist running away.

Although the house seemed to be quiet and there was nothing, but seeing the black footprints moving towards him step by step, I was really scared.

After hearing Zhao Nanping's words, Fang Shanshui immediately took out a small gossip mirror and took a picture on the glutinous rice aisle on the ground.

There seemed to be a gleam of light appearing on the mirror, and it swept across the rice path, and fixed a black shoe print that wanted to leave the rice path on the ground, while the other black footprints seemed to be unfixed, and scattered in a hurry .

Xiong Xinman couldn't help stretching her head, and glanced at the mirror in Fang Shanshui's hand. The flashing reflection in the mirror made her gasp for a moment.

Before Xiong Xinman could look at it, Fang Shanshui had already wrapped the mirror in a red cloth.

At this time, Zhao Nanping had woken up, and seemed a little confused about where she was. Xiong Jianjun hurried up to support his old wife, while looking at Fang Shanshui: "Master, how are you? Did you catch those evil spirits?"

Fang Shanshui: "I caught one. Now take me to your ancestral graves, and I'll solve them when I ask them about their situation on the way."

"Thank you Master."

"Master, you are really capable."

The members of the Xiong family were amazed and thanked one after another.

Xiong Jianjun asked his daughters-in-law to take care of his old wife, so he was about to take Fang Shanshui to the cemetery himself, and respectfully led Fang Shanshui out first.

Because Fang Shanshui was found by Xiong Xinman, Xiong Xinman naturally wanted to follow. Just when Xiong Xinman was about to leave, her mother suddenly pulled Xiong Xinman and asked curiously in a low voice: "Manman, what are you doing?" What did you see in the mirror just now, and your face turned blue with fright?"

Xiong Xinman shook his head, and replied in a low voice: "I don't know if it's an illusion. I just saw that on the rice road in the mirror, what was reflected was not a single black shoe print, but the brown cloth shoes in grandma's mouth. , and... a pair of human feet."

When the mother heard it, she shook Xiong Xinman's hand vigorously, as if telling her not to be afraid, but also as if she was afraid.

Xiong Xinman patted her mother's hand: "Mom, I'm going out, you and aunt are here to watch grandma."

·

Xiong Jianjun took Fang Shanshui to the ancestral grave in the countryside. His youngest son drove the car, and his third son and Xiong Xinman followed.

When he got to the field, Xiong Jianjun found that his brother Xiong Aiguo was also there.

Xiong Aiguo was taking a middle-aged man with a beard who didn't look like an ordinary person, wandering around the ancestral grave.

Seeing Xiong Jianjun, Xiong Aiguo immediately shouted hello: "Brother, you came just in time! I was just about to contact you. This is the master I invited to visit our family's grave. He has already seen something wrong."

Upon hearing Xiong Aiguo's words, Xiong Jianjun and Xiong Xinman's faces suddenly became strange, and they couldn't help looking at Fang Shanshui, fearing that Fang Shanshui would mind.

After all, many industries are taboo against each other. It is very taboo to invite two people to watch this kind of thing. Unless you are really a noble person with indomitable status and everyone thinks you are honored by what you do, otherwise you will be regarded as a despise.

Seeing that Fang Shanshui's expression didn't change much, Xiong Xinman didn't seem to care about it, but he was still a little uneasy, and explained worriedly: "Master, that's my second master, I really didn't know he hired someone, you Don't be angry."

Xiong Jianjun chimed in: "Master. I believe in your ability even more. If I know that my brother invited other people, I will definitely stop him and wait until you see it."

Fang Shanshui glanced at them, saw their worried faces, and comforted them: "It's nothing, there are priorities, safety is the most important thing, don't worry about it."

Xiong Xinman was overwhelmed immediately, and said to himself that the master is indeed a master, and he is beautiful and gracious.

"What's the matter?" Xiong Aiguo couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw that the faces of Xiong Jianjun and the others were not right, and then his eyes fell on Fang Shanshui, and asked, "Who is this child? He looks strange to Zhou Zheng."