After buying incense and paper money, after lunch, I went to a shop selling knives and bought a sharp machete
After making preparations, I found a motorcycle carrying passengers in the town. It took only half an hour to reach the head of Huairen Village.
Carrying incense and paper money, I wandered around Huairen Village, only to see an old man about 60 years old carrying a hoe from a distance, slowly walking towards the village.
Seeing those who came, I greeted them. "Master, hello, I want to ask you about a place. Excuse me, where is the Guanshan slope near our Huairen Village?"
"Boy, you are not a local, are you?"
Seeing me nodded, the sixty-year-old man put down his hoe and asked, "You are not a local, so what are you going to do in Guanshanpo?"
Raising the incense and paper money in my hand, I smiled and said, “I have an old person buried in Guanshanpo. Isn’t this, is the Zhongyuan Festival here? I bought some incense and paper money, and I’m going to see him.”
"The people buried on the slope of Guanshan are all from the village. I basically know all the people in this village. I don't know who your old friend is?"
"Yang Zengcai, my deceased's name is Yang Zengcai. He taught before his death and has been dead for about seven years."
"You should be Yang Zengcai's distant relative, right?"
"Yes, I am his distant relative."
"Yang Zengcai has no descendants. On weekdays, there is not even a person who burns paper for him during the holidays. It is rare for you to think of him on Ghost Festival today." The sixty-year-old man sighed and walked to a ridge.
"Look along my finger, the hillside with many cypress trees over there is Guanshanpo. In the depths of Guanshanslope, there is a man-made reservoir, and Yang Zengcai's tomb is next to the reservoir."
"I see, thank you, uncle."
I waved at the 60-year-old man, I was about to leave, but I heard him say from behind: "Young man, it's late, you go to Guanshanpo and burn the paper money. Remember to leave early."
"It's late, what will happen?"
"People in our village generally don't go to Guanshanpo at night. That place is a bit wicked at night."
"Evil?" Hearing the words of the 60-year-old man, I asked with interest: "Uncle, you can tell me in detail, this is a hillside at night, what wicked place is there? Is it possible that someone was in the door before. Have you seen a ghost on the hillside?"
"Almost. Someone once heard crying from Guanshanpo near Guanshanpo. Someone once heard laughter from Guanshanpo near Guanshanpo. Although no one was really inside Guanshanpo. I've seen ghosts, but this crying and laughing sound is indeed a bit wicked."
"Cry and laugh again?" I muttered, nodded gently at the 60-year-old man, and after bidding farewell to the old man, I walked towards Guanshan slope alone.
The slopes of Guanshan are full of cypress trees. Cypress trees are lush and lush in all seasons, and it is difficult for sunlight to penetrate directly onto the ground through the canopy of cypress trees. When I walked into Guanshan, I felt a damp in the air.
And because sunlight cannot directly reach the ground all year round, no one wants to plant dealers on the shady slopes of Guanshan. As a result, the entire Guanshan slope was completely deserted. Except for the cypress trees growing on the ground, all that is left is lush weeds.
Between cypress and cypress
, I saw a lot of dirt bags. These soil packs are about the same size. If I am not mistaken, these soil packs should be piled up. Looking around, countless graves are densely distributed.
Occasionally, there was a cool breeze that blew the thatch on the grave. The thatch swayed gently, coupled with the quiet atmosphere around it, could not help but give people an unusually depressed and gloomy feeling.
After going around the Guanshan slope for a long time, I finally saw the artificially constructed reservoir in one corner.
The reservoir is not big, and like the land on the slope of Guanshan, it has long been abandoned. The cement blocks around the cistern have almost completely fallen off, and weeds are growing wildly around the cistern.
The water in the reservoir had already turned green. The corpse of a mouse was soaked in the water. A dozen flies were flying around the corpse of the mouse.
I stood by the pool and looked around. After a while, I saw Yang Zengcai's grave.
Yang Zengcai's tomb is easy to identify, because looking at the entire Guanshan slope, only three cypress trees with the size of a bowl grow on his grave.
Looking at the west again, through a few cypress trees, I saw that the sun had set in the west, and only a trace of red clouds remained in the sky.
"Yang Zengcai said before that the tree can only be cut after dark, but he didn't specify the specific time. Next, what should I do?"
After pacing, I came to Yang Zengcai's grave. I put the things I carried with me on the ground.
"To be on the safe side, let's talk about it later, lest the yin inside the grave is leaked because of the felling of cypress trees, and Yang Zengcai is unhappy."
I sat down in front of Yang Zengcai's grave, took out the machete, paper money, paper man, and incense, and put them on the ground.
At this time, the sky finally got dark.
As soon as it got dark, I felt the temperature around me suddenly dropped a lot. At the same time, there were gusts of cloudy wind suddenly blowing, causing the cypress branches on the hillside to sway constantly.
The crow got out of nowhere, stood on the tree, and made a series of crisp sounds.
Facing this situation, I couldn't help but shudder, and quickly took out the lighter and grabbed a handful of paper money.
"Friends from the left and the right house, the younger brother came to the precious land for the first time because of Yang Zengcai. You and Yang Zengcai are both from Huairen Village. I hope you all look at Yang Zengcai's face and don't embarrass me."
After I finished speaking, I first lit the paper money in my hand. With the help of the burning paper money, I ignited three high incense sticks and inserted the three burning high incense sticks beside Yang Zengcai's grave.
"My little brother may make a little noise tonight. If you accidentally disturb you, I hope you will forgive me. Here I have prepared some small gifts. If there is a friend who is short of money, I will come and get some money. If you have a friend, If a servant is missing, come and take a servant away. Don't be polite with me."
After speaking, I grabbed the paper man, lit it with a lighter, and put it aside.
"Today is Mid-Year Festival, my brother, I wish you all a happy Mid-Year Festival."
In a short while, I burned out all the paper money and paper people, and waited until the paper ingots and diamonds were also burned out. I took out the flashlight and picked up the large machete.
Just when I was about to go to the grave to cut down the trees, suddenly a gust of wind hung in the flat ground.
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The wind rolled up a lot of dead branches and fine sand, and these things blew towards my face, making me close my eyes involuntarily.
After a while, the wind suddenly stopped, and when I opened my eyes again and saw the three high incense sticks on the ground again, a shuddering feeling instantly spread throughout my body.
The three high incense sticks on the ground were still burning, and there was still faint smoke rising. However, the burning color of the incense head has undergone tremendous changes, and the burning incense head has changed from orange-red to weird green.
In addition, the paper money on the ground and the ashes after the burning of the paper people have all disappeared, as if they were taken away.
"My friends, I must have received the little gift prepared by the younger brother. In this way, the younger brother's heart is much more at ease." After I said this boldly, holding a flashlight and a machete, I climbed to Yang Zengcai's grave and came to San In front of a cypress tree.
At this time, I only have one idea, which is to cut down three cypress trees as soon as possible, and then leave the switch hillside as quickly as possible, leaving this place of right and wrong.
"Ka! Ka! Ka!" There was silence around the night, and the sound of tree cutting seemed unusually crisp.
I put the flashlight on the ground, rounded the machete, and chopped it on the trunk of the cypress tree. The trunk of the cypress is much stronger than I thought. No, it took me a lot of effort to finally cut one of the cypress trees.
I wiped the sweat leaking from my forehead, when I was about to make persistent efforts. A string of crisp laughter reached my ears.
I picked up the flashlight and looked in the direction from which the laughter came, but only saw the cypress trees swaying from side to side.
"Damn it!" I murmured to myself, and continued to wave the machete regardless.
With the sound of "Ka Ka Ka" sounded again, I soon heard a burst of laughter ringing behind me.
"My friend, I didn't deliberately harass me, so please raise your hands high and do not disturb. When the three cypress trees are cut and Yang Zengcai's heart disease is resolved, my younger brother will naturally leave quietly.
When the surroundings were calm again, I took a deep breath and continued to swing the machete, cutting off the second cypress tree.
Looking at the last cypress tree, I seemed to see the dawn of victory, and hurriedly swung a machete against it. At this moment, another string of cries reached my ears.
Judging by the sound of crying, the crying person should be a small little girl, as if being bullied by others, the little girl cried abnormally sad.
The place where the crying sounded this time was beside the cistern not far from me. When I took a deep breath, boldly followed the cry and watched. Soon I was horrified to see a slightly thin figure sitting next to the reservoir.
Sitting by the cistern was a little girl. She was wearing a white dress and her long hair was draped over her shoulders. She hugged her knees with her hands, and her head was deeply buried between her arms. In this sitting posture, I couldn't see her appearance clearly. I could only hear the constant cry of crying.
In the wilderness, even a fool can know the identity of the little girl. So when I saw the little girl, I was so scared that I almost fell to the ground.
However, fortunately, I quickly stabilized my body. After I stabilized my body, I kept suggesting to myself that I would not provoke her. She should not provoke me. I shook my arms, held the machete, and continued towards the cypress. Cut it off fiercely.
(End of this chapter)