The bright moon sits on the ground

A hundred years ago.

It is often heard that there is a mountain in a remote place. The rocks are pitch black, as if scorched. There is no vegetation, no birds or animals on the mountain. It is steep and precipitous. A peak seems to hook the bright moon to the world.

In such a remote place, it is blocked and impenetrable, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain rarely communicate with the outside world, and their thinking and language have also become decayed and backward.

Few outsiders set foot here, but early this morning, the woman who was going to feed the livestock picked up someone.

The clothes on her body were tattered, with traces of scratches from branches. The woman raised her eyes and guessed that the man probably fell down from the mountain, rolling and climbing all the way, and was blocked by bushes. ,? That's why I lay in this chicken coop.

The woman looked at it with her hands on her hips for a while, then poured rice bran on it, so that the clucking chickens would stop pecking at the man's loose hair.

She knelt down, and touched the man's neck through the sleeve, and there seemed to be a slight ups and downs - this is obviously a young man of 24 or [-] years old, and the bamboo hat with a cut was hanging on his face, covering half of his neck. Her face was covered with mud, and she couldn't see her face clearly—just as the woman was hesitating whether to tell her husband about this moment, the young man who fell asleep suddenly woke up.

To be honest, she had never seen anyone so awake.

The man took a deep breath, like a drowning man finally able to catch his breath, he suddenly sat up straight, the woman backed away again and again in fright, stood aside and watched him look around for a while, then, this The man showed an excited look.

"The black mountain... I'm finally here!" He cheered, without any scruples about his image, he climbed up with a smile, trying to share his joy with others, but, as if being burned by his gaze, the woman frowned He took a few steps back, not wanting to cooperate.

"Outsiders." The woman hesitated, and reminded in an obscure tone, "You'd better leave here before the full moon."

The man was grinning and straightening the clothes on his body that could not be called clothes. Hearing this, he asked, "Why?"

But the woman didn't want to continue this topic. After saying this, her gaze passed the man lightly, and she went over to feed the chickens with a bamboo basket. It seemed that she was used to outsiders who talked to themselves, and had already This has been reminded countless times.

The young man asked a few more questions, but seeing that she remained silent, he shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Then, can you tell me if there is any water source near this village? Look at my current look." It looks really embarrassing, it has to be..."

The woman thought he was talking too much, she was already tired of listening, raised her hand to point him in the direction, turned around and left.

The man clamped the bamboo hat under his armpit, and casually gathered up his messy long hair. He only felt that his body was extremely sore, but his mood was not low. The chicken that passed by plucked out a few feathers, was chased and pecked, hid and fled, and ran towards the water in the direction the woman pointed, ready to tidy up.

Although he is young and light, he has already seen through the world of mortals.This young man doesn't like fame, doesn't like money, he doesn't have great skills, his family is in decline, and he doesn't feel sad. He just likes to see the mountains and rivers in this world.

To put it mildly, he is a reclusive person, indifferent to fame and fortune, to put it bluntly, he does not seek to make progress and is idle.

No, as soon as he heard the rumor that there was a dark mountain, he couldn't sit still, and he wanted to see it.

Walking all the way to the end, sure enough, what the woman said was correct, and the man soon saw a well.

There was a wooden barrel next to the ancient well. The man first said respectfully, "borrow the barrel for use", then he took the barrel and brought water up. The bucket was pulled up after beating, bang bang bang, a few drops of water fell along the edge of the wooden bucket, and sporadic splashes splashed at the bottom of the well. It was dark and could not cast any light.

He dipped his fingers into the water, stirred it a bit, and then splashed water on his face. The cold water made his teeth chatter, which made him more conscious. The young man washed the mud off his face and wiped his face After the sewage was brought down, the face was finally revealed.

It was a very handsome face, with warm eyes, bright eyebrows, and a smile on the corner of his lips. Maybe a little dressing up could attract the frequent glances of women in the boudoir.He used to be able to play the piano, and he also played the pipa. His fingers are well-articulated, straight and thin, which can be called a good foundation. Unfortunately, his family background is backward, so he gradually stopped playing. He has long forgotten these skills. clean.

Then, his finger poked his eyes, the man let out a howl, knelt down, threw himself on the ground, and made a big salute.

After the discomfort was over, he quickly washed his eyes with clean water, and then he could barely open his eyelids. The tears glued the eyelashes into a messy feather fan, fluttering, and forced a few helpless tears from the corners of his eyes, dripping. into the placket.

The man panted heavily, put his fingers against the edge of the wooden barrel, looked down, and was disturbed by his movement, the originally calm well water rippled, stirring up black and gray colors, scattered and gathered , looking at it in a blink of an eye, it looks like a moon.

He remembered again that the woman told him to leave before the full moon.

However, he picked this time to come. Think about it, since this mountain peak soars into the sky, and when the full moon is full, the moon hangs high like a disc. The scene when it is full is definitely the best.

But no matter how much the man asked, the woman refused to reveal a single word to him.He hesitated for a moment, remembering that he traveled through mountains and rivers, and inquired all the way here. It took more or less a year or two. How could he just give up and turn around and go back?

He has always been very open-minded, but in a blink of an eye, he put the woman's strict instructions behind him, and only waited for the full moon to climb the mountain to see the scenery.

There is no vegetation, no birds or beasts on this mountain. What danger is there?He thought it was funny, could it be that there is a man-eating monster hiding?

On the night of the full moon, the doors and windows of every household in the village were closed, and the man ate some dry food to fill his stomach. He vaguely felt that this scene was a bit strange. The poultry seemed to have sensed something and became restless. This place seemed to be taken away by the moonlight. There is no sound at all, the tombs in the wilderness are still full of wind, but here is a dead silence.

When he stepped on the mountain, the man seemed to hear a little movement, like footsteps, but when he looked back, he saw huge black rocks, silently staring at him. There was nothing alive besides it.

Hear the movement, turn around, it is a stone, hear the movement again, turn back, it is still a stone.

He suspected that he was disturbed by the unfounded rumors, and he also became suspicious. He couldn't help but feel that his actions just now were really funny. When he heard the movement again, he attributed it to the wind and didn't look back.

When I saw it, I didn’t feel it, but when I walked, the man realized that the mountain was really soaring into the clouds. His hands and feet felt weak when he walked. , the original road has disappeared.

Finally, walking and stopping, something other than the bright moon and rocks finally appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a door inlaid in the crack of the ridge, exuding an ancient, stale atmosphere, and a little mystery.

The man walked around this weird door and carefully looked at it a few times. This door is square and square, and its color is similar to that of mountain rocks. They are all dull and dark black. , It doesn't look like something that people can make, and it doesn't look like something that people can get in and out. Just looking at it like this, a cold feeling rose in his heart, as if he was being watched.

The top center of the gate and the left and right corners of the bottom each have unique patterns, vaguely connected to form a triangle.

They are the nine-tailed fox, the ruins with broken weapons, and the vines and blooming flowers.

For some reason, the young man always felt that the lines of the vines were a bit strange. The moonlight reflected on the door, which should have been a clear and bright scene. However, the lines seemed to be swallowing the afterglow. of.

There were footsteps again.He finally felt that something was wrong this time, turned his head and looked, and the rocks that pierced his field of vision were standing behind him, staring at him coldly, just like countless times before, cutting off his retreat, and then looking to the sides , the man found that his body was covered with such dark rocks, he didn't know when they came over, he only knew that the place where he landed suddenly became cramped.

Moreover, visible to the naked eye... He swears, these stones are moving, and are approaching him step by step.

The man was startled and frightened, the dirty word was on the edge of his mouth, and before he could spit it out, his backward steps suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of falling came along with the sound of the wind blowing upwards, his mind was in chaos, and he vaguely thought, Shouldn't it be the closed door behind him, shouldn't it be the bleak vine pattern-or should he be swallowed like moonlight?

My mother really suffered eight lifetimes of blood misfortune, and I actually fell here!He still cursed it out.

He had already thought about the inscription, and it was called: Xu Lang, a talented young man, died unfortunately at the age of 25, so he paid homage to it.

However, there was no sound of bones breaking. He curled up in a ball and closed his eyes tightly for a while. It took an unknown amount of time before he dared to raise the lid of his right eye, and carefully opened the mouth between the gaps in his arms. Take a peek outside.

Good guy, it doesn't matter if you look at it, there is a blood red in front of your eyes, twisted lines grow wantonly in his sight, Xu Lang almost didn't go up in this breath, what his finger touched, it was probably grass, he shook his lips, lowered his eyes Looking at it, he saw that the vegetation was withered, and it was a bleak dark gray, and what he thought was the moisture of dew was actually puddles of blood, passing him and winding farther away.

Through the thin bushes, the blood-smelling wind, and the knotted black threads, he saw——

A figure with dark skin like a rock, with a glaring blood on his body; a figure wearing a mask, with sharp antlers trying to pierce the sky, covered in armor, covered in blood; and, lying in a pool of blood green figure.

The green figure's hair was dotted with flowers, and it was all withered, lifeless, and his chest had no ups and downs. It was obvious that he had lost his life, Xu Lang thought frightenedly, he might have bumped into the murderer, and when he was thinking of this, a burst of A tingling pain welled up in his heart, and the man in armor turned his head slowly, lowered his eyes, and looked at him with those cold, merciless eyes.

If it weren't for the murderous aura that hadn't faded from these two figures, Xu Lang really wanted to tell himself that he had misunderstood them.

Seeing the figure in the antler mask swaying, his eyes were dizzy, he just felt that he was not human, if he was human, how could he be so distorted, like a scene like purgatory, Xu Lang settled down, his body reacted faster than his thoughts, and endured the pain , backed up, rolled and crawled, found a direction indiscriminately, ran with all his strength, gritted his teeth tightly, and felt that he was going to pass out in the next moment.

However, even the wind seemed to be against him, with malicious intentions, it threw him back viciously.

The pain became more and more obvious, Xu Lang coughed a few times in a low voice, his eyes were dim, only the blood he coughed up was so glaring.

He felt that the figure was approaching behind him, and suddenly the two were fighting. He knew he couldn't turn back, but it seemed that a hand was twisting his head back. Xu Lang's upper teeth and lower teeth were fighting, full of despair, He looked back reluctantly.

Sure enough, a rakshasa-like shadow stood behind him, and before Xu Lang could call for help, he was strangled by the throat.