Yanshan Exquisite Record

"The autumn wind is cool, the cotton peach blossoms are smiling, and the wild geese are fluttering and the frogs are jumping."

"The resentful soul is crazy, breaking Zhuangzi's roar, and the wooden beams are dangling like ghosts."

"The carrying pole fights, the little doll makes trouble, and the evil ghost boils broth with a spoon."

Twilight is approaching, beside the yellow dirt road, there is a vague chill that has overflowed to the bone, and several old men wrapped in cloth towels are pushing carts, all walking in a hurry.

Sitting curled up on the cart were two children who were no more than seven or eight years old, all in mud-stained cloth jackets, crooked torn straw sandals, big smiling faces with teeth bared, and dirty little fists holding a few freshly harvested grains. I put the sticky corn kernels in my mouth without washing them, and when I finished stuffing them, I continued clapping my hands and singing nursery rhymes.

"The resentful soul is crazy, breaking Zhuangzi's roar, and the wooden beams are dangling like ghosts."

"The carrying pole fights, the little doll makes trouble, and the evil ghost boils broth with a spoon."

A few old farmers were pushing carts, with dark smiles on their faces, they were chatting about how much grain their family had harvested this year, and whether they had had two taels of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and a bowl of braised pork during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Although it is a trivial matter, the old men are very comfortable wrapped in the warm sun and looking at the little grandson who is babbling in front of them.

The scooter creaked, nursery rhymes burst out, and when a group of people passed by a narrow path, one of the old men suddenly changed his face and shouted to the child in front of the car, "Didn't I tell you that singing is not allowed here! You have offended Grandpa Guidao, get off!" The one who makes the soup is you."

The two children were originally happy, but when they were drunk, they were startled, and the clapping hands also retracted.

Someone nearby advised the old man, "Why are you bothering? Don't scare the child."

"You have just arrived here, so you don't know where this narrow path leads." The old man sighed.

The person who spoke to him raised his eyes to look at the narrow path. Except for the gravel scattered on the ground by no one for a long time, there were only wormwood and wild vegetables. He raised his eyes and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it just a waste road that can lead to the Palace of the King of Hades?"

The people around him didn't answer, just sighed, the old man shook his head, his eyes looked towards the forest beside him, "Everyone says this place is haunted by... ghosts?!!"

The last word was yelled out, and several old men were terrified, their legs trembled and they couldn't walk, and the child huddled in the food, crying "wow".

One person came down the mountain.

There are two beards on his lips, a wisp hanging from his chin, a hexagram flag, and a white starched navy blue Taoist robe. He pretends to bow to the few people on the ground, "Poverty Dao has traveled so far, and I never thought that I would surprise them all." , I'm really sorry."

The old man stared at those bright and kind eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a trembling voice, "You...are you really Grandpa Ding?"

The Taoist priest couldn't help but twitched his brows, but he still smiled, "The poor Daoist has a long beard, and his common surname is Zhang, not Ding."

"Pfft." A kid laughed through his tears, leaned out from the car, and stretched out his hand to pull his beard, "Long beard? Why isn't it called Blue Robe?"

The old man's complexion changed, he rushed to hit the child's hand, and shouted, "Don't be unreasonable to the Taoist priest."

The Taoist didn't mind. He stroked his beard and looked at the sky deeply, "Blue Robe... that's the Taoist name of Senior Brother Pindao."

The child "giggled" and laughed, and the old man froze for a moment, then turned his cheeks and smiled straight, and straightened the cart, "This Taoist priest really knows how to joke, it's okay, old man, I will take the child away first, but I advise you In a word, unless Zhang Daochang is deep enough to catch ghosts and eliminate demons, he would rather sleep in a deserted tomb than sleep on a mountain in the middle of the night."

The Taoist was shocked, "Why?"

The old man seemed unwilling to mention this matter here, so he pulled the cart and took the Taoist priest for a while before stopping at the side of the road, supporting the cart with one hand and panting, "Sure enough, it's Tourist Yun. The mountain is the famous Yanshan Mountain, and there was an equally famous devil named Ding Mobai on the mountain back then, and Ding Mobai’s house was called Farewell Villa, this person will not be stopped when he is alive, and he will not be stopped when he is dead.”

The beard of the Taoist priest trembled, "Why don't you give me a way to stop it?"

The old man scratched his teeth and said, "The Daoist doesn't know something. Those heroes dared to kill Ding Mobai back then, but they didn't dare to enter the villa. After the villa was abandoned, it is said that there are countless evil spirits in it. A few years ago there were a few The ignorant thieves went up to find the leak, but the two bigger ones were poked into honeycombs by unknown things and thrown down the mountain, and only one small one escaped from death. If he is alive, he is alive, and he is stupid."

The Taoist priest was dripping with cold sweat and couldn't stop rubbing his hands, "Is... so scary?"

The old man's eyes gleamed, and he guessed that he knew that this man was a charlatan, so he nodded very seriously, grabbed the dry pipe next to the car without looking at him, and walked forward, passed a stone ridge, and the child got up from the car again , clap your hands and sing.

"The autumn wind is cool, the cotton peach blossoms are smiling, and the wild geese are fluttering and the frogs are jumping."

"The resentful soul is crazy, the Zhuangzi is smashed, and the wooden beams are dangling, and the old ghost is hanging."

......

The Taoist priest is indeed a charlatan, he shook his beard, watched the group of people disappear at the end of the road, then raised his eyes to look at the barren mountain of jackdaws passing behind him without tears, shivered twice, wrapped it tightly Fitting Taoist robe, Mosquito hummed three words, "Same old style."

After finishing speaking, he pulled off his beard, turned around and walked up the narrow path with big strides.

Song Xueqiao didn't know this way, and anyone else would never remember how he climbed a mountain to catch grasshoppers when he was 11 years old.

It's a pity that there are no grasshoppers on the side of the mountain road at this moment, and wild vegetables have grown a lot, blooming in white flowers.

Song Xueqiao was overjoyed, unloaded the flag, wrapped it on his shoulders, searched around, sniffed, and found no cute and delicious creatures like hares.

Song Xueqiao sniffed and lowered his eyebrows. It's a pity that there is no meat. He shook his head and sighed, "Master Huagu, you are cheating~."

After sighing, he still didn't forget to take out the green leaf of Qi Yuanxiao in his pocket. Compared with the description of Zhaixing Pavilion, it is more concise: leave the villa and wait for Mr. Song to drive alone, be cautious in words and deeds.

At the gate of Luoyang, it happened that the fat pigeon from Jianghu Tower also arrived, and there were only four words on the paper of Gongsun Qingyan: Bring the tube and return quickly.

After some discussion, Pei Wunian took his aunt back to Yingyang, while Mr. Song took his horse to Yanshan alone.

Song Xueqiao didn't believe in ghosts and gods since he was a child, so whether it was the mysterious Pufang Temple or this magical parting villa, he took it calmly. The only difficult thing was that the place was desolate, and he couldn't even find an inn and wine shop to stay. to a house.

After resting for half a stick of incense, he has been thinking about what the old farmer said and did at the foot of the mountain. Why did these news spread?What happened to the Farewell Villa a few years ago that caused the three thieves to suffer?

The moon and stars were sparse, and the wind made him very awake, but he still couldn't figure it out, so he could only pack up the wild vegetables, relax his hands and feet, and continue to climb.

When the corner of the dilapidated villa was exposed under the moonlight like a man-eating abyss, Song Xueqiao had already jumped up to the grassy eaves with a bag of wild vegetables. Although he was out of breath, there was a hint of a smile on his mouth.

It is said that Taoist Yanshan's lair is the Dragon Pond of the Devil's Cave, but now it looks like an ordinary courtyard, with four dilapidated stone lighthouses in the courtyard, and some weeds growing here and there in the cracked floor tiles.

"Sure enough, someone has been here." Song Xueqiao said to himself with a smile, and flew down, just landed on a swaying line, compared his footprints, got up and walked straight to a closed door along the line, Raised his hand and knocked.

The wooden door was cracked, the knuckles were slightly stinging when the wooden thorns were stabbed on it, the window paper was shredded and hung in strands, and there were indistinct gnats buzzing around the ears, and there was no answer for a long time.

Under the dark night, Song Xueqiao raised his hand and knocked again, the sound was clear and heard, but it seemed that there was really no one else in this courtyard except himself.

"Master of the Valley of Flowers?"

"Old man?"

He couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted as he knocked.

The cold wind blew three times outside, and the wild vegetables turned into withered yellow flowers. Song Xueqiao finally stretched out his hand and "squeaked—" and pushed the door open a crack.

He was greeted by an oncoming girl behind the door.

Song Xueqiao's pupils shrank, and the hair on her body was sweating instantly. She turned around to avoid it, and the girl fell to the ground with a "bang", kicking up a handful of dust.

A stiff girl with a slender figure in a dark pink cloth shirt, probably a maid, with no flesh and blood on her body, only ashes and dry bones.

Song Xueqiao covered his mouth and nose, moved to the side of the corpse with a swipe, and took a closer look, his eyes opened wider and wider.

The skeleton had been dead for at least ten years, and it had already dried up. What surprised him was a group of black and purple marks on the cervical vertebrae under the neck. The marks surrounded the vertebrae, and a hole was pierced in the middle of the bone by a needle.

If the body had not been boned, the state of death would be the same as that of Duan Wuyi.

Ten years ago, in the Yanshan Taoist's Farewell Villa, a maid died of Yanshan Mo Bingzhen.

Ten years later, at the martial arts conference, Duan Wuyi also died from Yanshan Mo Bingzhen.

Song Xueqiao pondered for a while, then stood up slowly with a frown, held a fire bag and walked around to the right, raised his eyebrows and said to a figure lying on his side in the corner, "Your Excellency, you haven't made a sound after watching for so long, I wonder if there is any difficulty?"

The fire ignited bursts of smoke, illuminating a small half of the dilapidated brick wall.

Shaking in the fire was an old man's face covered with goose skin. If his mouth wasn't still opening and closing to exhale, he would probably have regarded the old man as a corpse.

"Ahem, ahem, who are you?" The old man narrowed his eyes, wrapped himself in the thin quilt that was patched on his body, and was not panicked when he was discovered.

Song Xueqiao put down the fire bag, held his dry arm without saying a word, and held down his pulse.

The old man was startled, but the next moment his face was contorted, he struggled to get up like crazy, opened his mouth, and bit his wrist vigorously.

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