Sometimes we don't want to walk the way we have traveled because we don't want to face the past.
When I woke up, I found myself still in Pony’s van. I wonder if the experience last night was a dream or a real thing? Just as we were worried about how to leave, a police car roared in.
This is a forest fire truck. It was going to Yehugou to deliver supplies. Brother Zhenmin was familiar with the driver of the police car, so he asked him to help repair the car.
The old policeman immediately refused, explaining: "I have to rush to Yehugou immediately, otherwise the forest ranger old Jia Fei will freeze to death there. If you are willing to wait, you can wait here for me to come back for a while. "
Brother Zhenmin had to thank him, and the old Taoist priest reminded the old policeman: "The road to the mountain is not easy, but your car tires are tied with snow chains. It shouldn't be a problem!"
The policeman's surname is Ding. He used to work at the Xichui Township Police Station. He stuck his head out of the car window and looked at Hongtuling. He frowned when he saw that the mountain road was covered with snow. Said: "Xiaosu, why don't you go to Yehugou with me, and I will drive you to town when I come back."
Brother Zhenmin wanted to refuse, but the veteran Taoist responded: "Alright, we are waiting here anyway. I am afraid that there will be no cars passing by in this kind of weather!"
I would also like to look at the top of the ancient temple again. Is there an ancient temple there
Brother Zhenmin agreed and opened the door. He sat in the passenger seat. The old Taoist and I sat in the back seat. Xiao Ma insisted on staying for repairs. I couldn't persuade him, so the old Taoist asked him to stay. .
The pickup truck with snow chains is strong and does not skid when climbing. I rolled down the window and looked up the mountain road. I saw that the snow on the slope was intact, and occasionally there were traces of wild animals.
This is weird. I remember that I obviously rolled down from the top of the Hongtuling mountain, and the bruises on my body were still there. Is it really a dream
"Where are you going?" Lao Ding asked Brother Zhenmin while driving.
Brother Zhenmin replied casually: "Yesterday, I attended the funeral of a fellow villager of mine. It was Xiao Yuan's grandmother who was going to return to Donggou. I didn't want the car to suddenly break down when it got here!"
Lao Ding glanced at the old Taoist priest, and then asked, "This old man looks awkward, isn't he a local?"
The old Taoist hurriedly explained: "I am from Yiyang, brother, are you going to Yehugou?"
Old Ding responded, and the pickup truck slowly climbed to the top of Hongtuling. When he went downhill, he kept on the brakes and drove the car cautiously without speaking.
As we passed by the abandoned house halfway up the hillside of Gusipo, I hurriedly said: "Master Ding, please stop the car, I can't hold it anymore, please make it easier!"
Old Ding said with some embarrassment: "It's not safe to park half a slope!"
I insisted: "I'm really sorry, I really can't hold it anymore! It will be fine soon, you don't need to turn off the flame."
Old Ding had no choice but to agree, stepped on the brake and pulled on the handbrake.
I hurriedly opened the car door and rushed to the abandoned house last night. The courtyard door was already dilapidated. I rushed into the hall. There was cat poop and dog drowning everywhere. There was a black cat entrenched and saw me break in. , Immediately grinned in protest.
The window on the back wall of the hall was broken, and a cold wind blew in.
There was a car whistle outside, and I turned and left.
When the car reached the top of the ancient temple slope, there was only a flat area, but there were no ancient temples. I asked Zhenmin brother: "This is the ancient temple slope, why is it named?"
Brother Zhenmin responded: "How did I know that you grew up here since you were young?"
Lao Ding said: "There was an ancient temple here, but it was destroyed by war long ago, and the wild fox ditch in front is more suspended. It used to be a den of bandits and a mass grave. Until now, no one wants to spend the night there. This old Jia is a bachelor, and he is not afraid of the sky."
The hillside down to Yehugou became steeper. Old Ding held his breath. Brother Zhenmin said, “This road was only built in recent years. There are usually few cars passing by, and there are a lot of beasts in the ditch, but the trees are not. Many, only a few old hunters are willing to come here to hunt, Lao Jia is a hunter."
The pickup truck can only drive to the bottom of the Yehugou, and Lao Jia's shack is halfway up the mountain, and the car can't drive up directly, so Lao Ding whistles and informs Lao Jia to come down to meet him.
There was a dog barking from the soil platform halfway up the mountain, and Lao Ding stopped the car and asked us to help unload the car.
I carried a bag of potatoes, another pot of oil, followed Lao Ding and walked up.
The jackdaw wailed in the cold wind. The old Taoist came to the end carrying two bags of flour. Brother Zhenmin walked behind me carrying two plastic buckets. He heard the old Taoist whisper to himself: "Here is poor mountains and bad waters. There is also a white tiger land in Manling."
Along with the barking of the dog, a black dog with the size of a calf rushed towards us, and Old Ding scolded immediately.
An old hunter in a leather jacket and hat also greeted us, he was also carrying a gun.
This is the old Jia, the ranger of Yehugou, who ushered us into his adobe house. The light in the house was not good, but there was a statue of a mountain god in the house.
Putting down the potatoes and oil, I rubbed my sour hands and said, "There is still a piece of woodland of my grandfather here!"
Old Jia had a stubborn beard and a particularly conspicuous rosacea, and responded: "You are Xue Changsong's grandson, right?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, but after your grandfather died, your uncle has already returned this woodland to the country. There is no one else here except I am willing to come and dare to come!"
Brother Zhenmin asked unconvincedly: "Why? Are there any beasts that cannibalize people here?"
Lao Jia lit a bag of dry cigarettes and said proudly: "There are a few wild beasts, but they are not enough to be a problem. Now the beasts are afraid of people. To tell you, they are not afraid of Lao Ding's jokes. Here, when it gets dark, they infiltrate people. Poe's people stopped going out when it was dark, and now I am too, if there is a situation, let the old black solve it!" He pointed to the big black dog lying on the ground.
Lao Ding immediately reminded him: "Lao Jia, it's the 21st century now. You can no longer promote feudal and superstition activities. Any evil spirits and ghosts are ghosts in your heart!"
Lao Jia "hehe" laughed twice and stopped talking.
Brother Zhenmin joked to Lao Ding: "Lao Ding, do you dare to stay here overnight?"
Old Ding shook his head and replied: "I still have a mission, and I have a guy with me? It won't be easy if I hurt someone by mistake!"
Lao Jia also echoed: "In fact, it's nothing, it's just that the sky is dark, the wolf howling and the fox in the mass grave, and the night owl playing together with the old bird, it makes people feel uncomfortable."
"In the summer, there will be ghost fires. These are all phosphorous fires. How many times have I told you!" Old Ding scolded.
Old Jia agreed, and Old Ding said to Brother Zhenmin: "Xiao Su, accompany me to take a look. As soon as winter comes, there will be uneasy guys sneaking into the mountains to hunt. They don’t even want their lives. If an avalanche is triggered, it will be dangerous. NS!"
After the two of them left, I mumbled: "This is not the Snow Mountain, how could it cause an avalanche?"
Lao Jia is usually used to being alone. Suddenly seeing so many people, he opened the conversation box and said to me: "It is usually very evil here. Hei was so scared that he dared not scream."
The old Taoist then continued: "This is a mass grave, with insufficient light and excess Yin Qi, which is normal!"
"Is it normal for the snowman to run all over the mountain?" Old Jia asked Taoist Chief Tanyou.
"Snowman?" I pretended to be puzzled: "How can a snowman run all over the mountain? It's not a real person, it has feet?"
Old Jia laughed at himself: "That's because I was dazzled and I was in the wrong place!" (End of this chapter)