debt repayment

In about half an hour, it will be dark.

The sky is not beautiful, and even the purple clouds at sunset are covered by dense clouds.

Beside the winding path, towering ancient trees can't be seen.Quan Ying led the horse through the muddy path.

The dirt road was slippery and soft, and there were intricately tangled tree roots exposed. If the horse didn't pay attention, it would be trapped when it stepped in with one hoof, and it would fall over when it lifted its legs.

Light rain falls, and the mountain wind is cooler.Riding on a horse, the handsome young man held up a hemp oil paper umbrella, his whole body was free from dust, and he was a bit more beautiful than the vegetation in the mountains.This is by no means the work of Taomu's fake body, thanks to his own bearing as blue as a moon, Lingmu has such a demeanor.

Song Hui'an said softly: "Amu, come up, it's raining. Don't let the wet mud get on your shoes."

"it is good."

Quan Ying was pulled onto the horse by Song Hui'an, and sat in front of him, still holding the rein.Song Hui'an held an umbrella with one hand, and wrapped his small body in his arms with the other.Panting heavily, the old black horse walked up with a flick of its tail. After a few sticks of incense, it walked onto the road built against the mountain wall and followed the road to its body.

It is said that they had only set off for two days, and there were continuous blood blisters on Song Hui'an's feet.This is all due to the fact that Quan Ying was too fine when he carved the portrait. It was all made according to the thin skin and tender flesh of Song Hui'an when he was the prince, and it cannot withstand the toss of traveling through mountains and rivers today.

Quan Ying didn't realize this until Song Hui'an's feet were almost worn out. He took off his shoes, heartbroken, and resolutely said: Let's stop walking on our feet.

Song Hui'an shook his head, unwilling to use the law instead.When passing through a village, Quan Ying bought an old horse by the side of the road.

This horse has a strong physique, a big head, long ears, and a short neck, more like a snail.

The horse seller said that this horse can't run fast, but its eyesight is good, it can walk, is steady, and eats little, so it can be used as it should be. There is only one thing to be careful: it can't be with young horses - it's shameful.

Quan Ying didn't take it seriously. In his perception, a horse that could eat and walk was a good horse. He bought a horse to travel instead of serving his ancestors.

Grandfather is sitting on horseback.

Song Hui'an didn't want to be quick, so the two rode on the old horse and wobbled on the road.

They have traveled westward for more than half a month.There are many mountains and little water along the way. Due to the many mountains and dangerous roads, the 250 miles that seemed not far away suddenly became long.

The two have been in this mountainous area for several days, staying overnight in the villages along the way every night, or using the sky as their quilt and the ground as their bed.

Going out of the mountain and then into the mountain, the cycle goes back and forth. If you want to go west to Hancheng, the fastest way is to enter this Jingbao mountain.

There are two roads in Jingbao Mountain, one is south and the other is north. The south road is the one that leaves the mountain faster and has the fewest detours. However, when they entered the mountain, the people in the mountain village saw that he was wearing Taoist robes, so they casually mentioned something that happened on the north road over the years. Ghosts appear frequently in Chenjia Village, and the village invites dozens of live gods every year, but no one can eradicate the ghosts in the mountain village.

These are the gods who entered the mountain from the east road, and there are more than this number of living gods who entered the mountain from the west.

Quan Ying thought to himself that since they were all here, why not just take care of the locals, and the heavens would not credit him for such a small effort; Song Hui'an also wanted to see the same kind in other places, and the two hit it off and took the North Road.

Strange to say, there is more than one village in the huge Jingbao Mountain, but the North Road is like a living person. Most of the villagers living on the side of the road are sick and have unfortunate families. They have moved away from the North Road. Moved to South Road.Over time, the villages in the North Road became empty, the South Road became more and more popular, and the North Road became more desolate and uninhabited. Only Chenjia Village was hard-fated. Even though there were strange phenomena, it still stood tall for decades, becoming the only seedling on the North Road.

According to the sketch drawn by the villagers at the foot of the mountain, they can reach Chenjia Village before dark.

Chenjia Village is in a valley, and the mountain road going down is extremely steep, and the old horse moves very slowly, so the mountain wall on the side can only retreat slowly.After walking two or three miles, looking down into the valley, you can see gray and black old tile houses among the lush green trees...

The white moon half covers the face in the mountains.The old horse stepped on the broken stone road in front of Chenjiacun.

Villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset. At this time, there are no lights in the village.When a stranger enters the village, it is so quiet that you can't even hear a dog barking.

There are a few orange windows floating in the blue-black ink, which is slightly darker than the night. Once the drizzle is covered, there seems to be a faint cold mist in front of the eyes.

Quan Ying dismounted and chose the nearest farmer whose house was still lighted. He knocked on the door and said softly, "Hi, my brother and I are travelers passing by. Can we stay for a few nights? We'll pay."

There was the sound of the door opening in the courtyard.

After a series of very light footsteps, the wooden door was half opened, and the dark face of a peasant woman was poked out inside.

Song Hui'an and Quan Ying were one tall and the other short. When the peasant woman opened the door, she saw Song Hui'an first, and felt that he was so beautiful that she shone.

"Sister, Ye An! My brother and I passed by here and had nowhere to go. Please take us in for a day or two."

Quan Ying has a sweet mouth, which is very popular with ordinary women.The peasant woman was silent for two seconds, opened the door, and said, "Please come in, both of you."

They thanked them, led the old horse into the front yard, and tied it up.

After entering the house, Quan Ying saw the interior scene clearly by the faint candlelight.

The house has been in disrepair for a long time, the side of the house leaks, the top is blocked with bundles of dry straw, and the bottom is filled with chipped pottery bowls; the furnishings in the house are also simple, the lobby is connected to the stove, and there is only one set in the center of the house Old tables and chairs, sitting on the altar in front of the north-facing wall, and on the altar, there is a clay statue of Lemin, Emperor Xuanwen of the south.

The statue of the deity is gorgeous in oil paint, with an indescribably exaggerated demeanor. The white-faced, ear-dropping figure is smiling, wearing red and green, and twirling a long beard with one hand.It's just that the beard was painted with black ink and pasted on the face of the god, making it look more like a rich eunuch in disguise.

Seeing this, Quan Ying burst out laughing in the sky, wishing to show this statue to him.

Needless to say, the peasants were poor, and the coarse grains on the table were less likely to be eaten by living people than the tributes made of clay sculptures.

The peasant woman also saw the embarrassment on the faces of the two of them, so she hurriedly smiled and asked them to go in: "Young masters, we are small, but there is still a spare room, so you two can sleep together if you don't think it's too crowded, are you hungry? I still have some porridge in the pot, as well as pickled radishes."

"Thank you."

The interior level of the empty room is at the same height as the lobby.Quan Ying felt sorry for the poor who did not get money easily, so she did not let the peasant women light the oil lamps, and swipe their finger on the bright light talisman to burn a cluster of small flames.

He turned his head and saw that the peasant woman was so frightened that she covered her mouth and her eyes were frightened, and hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid."

He felt strange: Hundreds of monks from the immortal sect came to Chenjiacun, and these people must use spells to exorcise ghosts, or to do daily things.The bright light talisman is clearly the most commonly used talisman in Xianmen. She has lived here for a long time, how could she not recognize it?

Who knows that it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, and it makes people lose sleep after seeing it. The shadow cast by the mouse on the wall is actually bigger than that of a cat.Song Hui'an lifted the quilt sewn with blue flowered cloth, and carefully pinched a few hands on the quilt and mattress before making sure that it wasn't stuffed with straw.

The windows of this house were sealed by the owner with red bricks. Although the yard could not be seen, the cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks in the backyard were not to be outdone, and the smell of body odor and excrement floated faintly in the house.

Quan Ying was afraid that Song Hui'an, who was used to fine clothes and good food, would not be able to bear it, but Song Hui'an was very satisfied with the backyard. Looking at the wall blocking the backyard, he smiled and said, "Very good, very good."

Quan Ying understood.He knew what he was going to do.

The peasant woman served plain water and light rice, and the two drank it together.Quan Ying reckoned that the taste of the farmhouse in the deep mountains was quite authentic, so she gave the peasant woman an extra grain of silver and asked her to cook a chicken at noon and night tomorrow.

The peasant woman nodded, took the money and the bowls and chopsticks, walked away in small steps, and finally turned back and said: "Young masters, I will go to bed first, and if you have anything to do at night, call me."

Hearing the sound of the peasant woman closing the door of her room, Song Hui'an said softly: "She didn't talk about the haunting."

Quan Ying also replied softly: "It's a bit strange."

"A mere peasant woman can't be a demon."

Song Hui'an sat by the bed, boredly took out the porcelain vase containing Song Huiming's ashes, and threw it in his hand.Every time he passed a dirty and smelly farmhouse, he couldn't help pouring out some ashes, mixing them into pig and dog food, and letting the livestock in the pen eat them.Right now, the backyard is probably full of feces and urine, which is exactly what he wants.

"Amu, why don't you go to bed first. I'll feed the pigs in the backyard when it's midnight."

Quan Ying said: "Brother Zhu, I want to go around the village."

"Okay, remember to call me when you meet someone interesting."

Xiao Daotong suddenly threw himself into his arms, and rubbed his soft cheek against him: "Brother Zhu, of course I'm the funniest!"

"What are you talking about!"

The two were laughing and joking in the house for a while, and when the yin energy was at its worst, they split up.Song Hui'an picked up the porcelain bottle and passed through the wall, and went straight into the backyard; Quan Ying went out through the main door.

He walked softly across the hall, and stopped again in front of the shrine.

He picked up a straw, put it under his nose, and imitated the movement of the idol pinching his beard, pretending to smile lovingly, and said with a suppressed smile, "Le Min, Le Min, can you hear me?"

The statue looked forward, smiling as before.

"I said you, you wear black clothes without any flowers all day long. You are dull and boring, and you are more dull than the ancestors. I didn't expect you to be so coquettish and flamboyant in the lower realm? You talk, you, if you don't talk, I will kill you tomorrow morning." Send this large flowered robe in the shape of a god to your Qingyuan Hall."

The idol still didn't answer.

Maybe it was because he turned into a child and got along with Song Hui'an for a long time. Quanying acted with a little lively childishness. He collected the straw, snorted softly, made a face at the god statue, and said, "Forget it, good old man pretends to be a wooden fish. Head, you ignore me, I won't play with you these days."

After saying that, he flung his sleeves and left, the gate bolt floated up by itself, the door was half opened, Quan Ying went out, the bolt was pulled back and returned to its place by itself.

Quan Ying arrived at the front yard, jumped to the roof, propped up the oil-paper umbrella, and lit the Bright Light Talisman.Seeing that the doors and lights of more than a thousand people in the village had been closed at this time, he couldn't help but sigh that there were still many people in this village, and the scale was much larger than the few plain villages he had encountered.

It was extremely quiet at night, and the whole village seemed to be unpopular. The wind was howling and the night was raining continuously. It was a perfect haunted place.

The strange thing is that there are no ghosts here. If it is said that this place is gloomy, it is indeed better than other places, but it is not surprising. It is cleaner than the ruins of the old palace where Song Hui'an lived before. Turning around a few times on the avenue, I didn't even see a scattered soul.

Wandering around until midnight, Quan Ying found nothing.He felt strange, and only comforted himself that he was unlucky today, and he didn't meet any ghosts to make trouble.

When he returned to the farmer where he was staying, he saw that Song Hui'an had finished feeding the pigs and sat back by the bed.Seeing him, the ghost seemed to be afraid that the wall has ears, so it just spoke silently to convey its meaning: Ah Mu, have you seen a ghost?

Quan Ying shook her head and said, "Nothing."Brother Zhu, you...?

He pointed to the wall.

I didn't see any other ghosts either, however.

Song Hui'an said.

There are dead bodies in the pigsty.

[The author has something to say: try ghost story style]