As I walked towards the village, I listened to Yan Feixue's leisurely words: "Every village must have many spiritual stories. If you enter the village in a moment, you might as well ask."
"Are you going to let me write a book of Liao Zhai in the future like Pu Songling?"
"Can you have Pu Songling's writing style?" Yan Feixue said after losing my sentence: "The stories all come from life, especially the ghost stories circulated in the villages in the old forests. Eighty percent are true. Yes. I think that when the deity went out to practice, because of a spiritual story, he finally found a very good feng shui treasure place. On this feng shui treasure land, the deity found many geniuses and treasures. These treasures of heaven, material and earth. It directly helped the deity to be promoted from a sixth-level Taoist to a seventh-level Taoist."
"Can you get such benefits by listening to stories?"
"I say it again, this is not simply listening to stories, but trying to collect information."
"Okay, uncle, don't be angry, I'm just talking about it casually."
After speaking, I came to the village.
The village is not big, it is all wooden houses. Because it is morning, basically everyone can hear the sound of pots and pans colliding.
I picked a random house and knocked on the door gently. After a while, a sturdy man opened the door and came to me.
"Who are you, who are you looking for?"
"Hello, eldest brother, I am a traveling traveler, I am hungry when I walked here. I don't know if it is convenient for me to eat a meal."
"Alise? Is that the kind of person who has nothing to do when he is full, and carries his bags all day long?"
"It's just a hobby, it's not about eating and doing nothing. For example, I'm very hungry now."
"You are quite funny talking, come in, and I will let the lady-in-law give you a bowl of noodles."
I followed the burly man across the door, and across the door, there was a scent rushing over my face, and I saw a woman with a nice face, busy living in front of the stove. Behind the stove sits a ten-year-old child who is holding dry wood and stuffing it into the stove's eye.
"Thank you."
"It's not too much trouble!" The burly man waved his hand gently
He said: "Now these days, every household has surplus food. It is nothing to entertain you. If this is changed to before, when I see you begging for food, I will have to hit you with a stick."
The burly man seemed a bit awkward.
"Madam, you're a little quicker, and you have to work on the ground after eating." The burly man snarled at the young woman, then turned his head and asked me: "You shouldn't have to work on the ground normally."
"I also worked in the field when I was a child, and then went to the provincial capital to study at university, and after the university, I stayed in the provincial city to work."
"The provincial capital, I've been there before, and I went to the construction site to move bricks for a few days. Later, I felt uncomfortable on the construction site, so I ran back."
When I heard the words of the burly man, I was about to speak, and Yan Feixue's voice rang in my mind again.
"Boy, don't talk to him about these silly topics, just get to the point."
"Get to the point?" I muttered in a low voice, thinking about it and saying to the burly man: "Brother, our village is full of mountains and woods. This environment is pretty good."
"Of course!" While turning around and taking two bowls of noodles from the women, placing one of them in front of me, and beckoning me to be polite, the burly man smiled and said, "Compared here with your city. , Which means that the air and environment are better."
"The cultural heritage of the countryside is also good."
"What kind of bird stuff is the cultural heritage!"
I just finished a bite of noodles, and almost spit out the noodles when I heard the burly man.
After finally swallowing the noodles into my stomach, I drank two more mouthfuls of noodle soup before saying to the burly man: "This cultural heritage has many aspects, one of which is that there are stories passed down from generation to generation in the village."
"There is a story? What kind of story?" The burly man said here, looked at his wife and children, and then said: "I really want to know whether our Mijia Village has cultural heritage."
Anyway, it's all flickering, and I don't bother to care too much, so straightforwardly asked the burly man: "Are there any spiritual stories circulating in your village."
"What kind of story is a ghost story
"
"Dad, the ghost story told by Uncle is a ghost story."
The child's voice fell, and the burly man gave him a fierce look, and then said to me: "Our village is in the old forest. Although there are not many stories about ghosts, there is one."
"What kind of ghost story is it convenient to tell?"
"This story is too evil. You are from the city. You may not believe this story."
"Believe, I believe in what ghosts and gods say the most. If you say it, I will definitely believe it."
Seeing me talking, I put down my chopsticks and made a look of listening. The burly man hesitated for a moment and said, "There is a depression not far from our village. There are many cypress trees growing in this depression. On weekdays, there is white mist in that place all year round. Whether people or animals enter it, walk away. Within ten steps, you will faint inexplicably. If a person faints, even if he is rescued and awakened. This will continue to vomit and diarrhea for a week. After a week, the person seems to have lost a layer of skin. ."
"Therefore, the old people in our village call this ghost peeling. According to legend, as long as you go to that piece of wood, you will be peeled off by ghosts."
As soon as the burly man's voice fell, Yan Feixue's voice rang in my ears again.
"Boy, the place he said is indeed a bit spiritual, you can ask him where the place is, we can go take a look next."
Hearing Yan Feixue's words, I smiled and asked the burly man: "Brother, what you said is so supernatural, I don't know where you are talking about?"
"What? You don't believe what I said?"
"On the contrary, I believe what the eldest brother said. The reason I asked you where is the place was because I was worried that I had gone the wrong way and would accidentally walk into the woods you were talking about."
"Oh!" The burly man nodded suddenly, and then said: "That piece of wood is not far from our village. You can see a big mountain when you leave the village. That piece of wood is at the foot of the mountain, I tell you, Although these are stories, they are also true stories. You must be careful when you see that piece of wood, don’t walk in curiously."
(End of this chapter)