There are no stars in the sky, let alone the moon, and it is as dark as a big hole, which makes people feel a little upside down and can't tell which is up and down, as if they are about to fall into it if they stumble.
"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..." A child about twelve or thirteen years old was walking quickly on the road alone. He holds a small string of Buddhist beads in his right hand, and an oil-skin lantern in his left hand.
Rather than saying that she was walking, she was running, because those things were following her all the time, but they didn't dare to get too close because of the prayer beads. It was pitch black all around, and only the lanterns could be seen drifting in mid-air like ghostly lights. The surrounding fields were eerily quiet, not even the sound of running water or the chirping of insects could be heard.
We are going to the village soon, and it will be fine once we enter the village, the child kept reminding himself, with a pale face and cold sweat dripping down his face. He freed his right hand to wrap the cloak made of eight black dog skins more tightly, in an attempt to prevent more of his smell from escaping.
But when he walked to the small stone arch bridge at the head of the village, the child was still stupid. A woman holding a paper umbrella stood facing her on the bridge. Dazzling red peach blossoms were embroidered on the umbrella, as was the white dress. The umbrella was held so low that the face could not be seen. It was obviously hot and stuffy and there was no wind at all, but the skirt flapped violently up and down.
The child was so frightened that he stopped there with his legs trembling. It was over, and he encountered a ghost blocking the way.
"Namo Amitabha..." She continued to chant in a low voice, turned sideways to cross the other side of the bridge, lowered her head and pretended not to see her. Only to find that she was standing in front of her again in the blink of an eye. The exquisite white embroidered shoes were covered with mud, and there was a puddle of water at the feet, as well as various green algae and shells. Only then did she see clearly that the peach blossoms on the skirt were clearly splashed with blood.
Suddenly, the supposedly gentle yellow light of the lantern in his hand began to change from blue to red strangely, as if it had also been stained with blood. The air was full of the pungent smell of the river and the stench of blood.
"Namo Amitabha..." Brazenly held up the prayer beads to the front, the female ghost took two steps back, the child took two steps forward, and the female ghost took two steps back. When approaching the end of the bridge, a creepy laughter sounded.
With a bang, the female ghost in front of her fell apart, and her limbs were broken into countless pieces, as if they had been forcibly chopped into pieces. Blood and maggots were all over the place.
The child was so frightened that he almost threw away the prayer beads and the lantern in his hand and ran back, his legs shaking.
But there was a round thing rolling out from under the umbrella, with long black hair wrapped around it, it turned out to be the woman's head. The whole body of the child seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all. A voice kept shouting from the bottom of my heart, run, run, but couldn't move a step.
The hair was like a ball, s-shaped left and right, and bounced back after hitting the bridge railing. After a while, it rubbed against the child's feet, scaring her so much that she almost sat limp on the ground.
After a moment of stillness, the child stared at the suddenly motionless head at his feet, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat. But suddenly, that head turned over, and the child saw her face. There were two big black holes in her face, and her eyes were forcibly gouged out. One didn't know where it went, and the other was half-hanging on the face by some blood vessels, nerves and tissues, dangling around, and the pale eyes were still spinning quickly, staring straight up at her. The lips seemed to be bitten off by the fish in the river, and they were so mutilated that they trembled as if they wanted to say something to her, but they only made a rattling sound like the wind blowing on a wooden door.
Resisting the urge to vomit, the child stepped over that head and ran forward, ignoring the stumps that were stepping on the ground. Suddenly the leg was caught, it was a half of the right hand, the fingers were swollen in the water, rotted and turned white, and white bones could be seen on the fleshy end of the arm.
In panic, he found that the head bounced towards him quickly, opened his mouth wide and bit his right calf. The severe pain was accompanied by a biting coldness, which instantly spread to all limbs and bones.
The child waved the Buddhist beads and hit the head, and then heard a hissing sound as if raw meat was placed on a red-hot iron plate. It took a long time for the head to loosen its mouth and fall off. The child ran away, but suddenly heard a cracking sound, and something hit him under his feet. Looking up, it turned out that the other eyeball of the female ghost was accidentally trampled by myself, and pus and maggots were flowing out.
The child fled down the bridge while retching, and found that the hand was still clutching his leg, and the head was still bouncing on the bridge, knocking its upper and lower teeth against each other, shouting "hand, hand, Hand..." The voice was miserable and terrifying, but they couldn't get off the bridge and couldn't chase after them. Those who die tragically on the water can only be trapped there forever.
The child tore the stumped arm off his leg with all his might, and threw it back onto the bridge. Then turned around and ran forward desperately. His face was so frightened that there was no blood left at all.
Everyone in the village was asleep at this time, so quiet that not even a chicken crowed or a dog barked. The child frantically knocked on the door in front of a pharmacy, but the whole village seemed to be dying in their sleep. There was no response at all, and none of the lights were turned on. The child knocked desperately for a long time before there was any movement inside.
"Who..."
"Doctor Zhang, Doctor Zhang, I am Xiaogu! Quickly save my father, he is dying!" the child called Xiaogu shouted anxiously.
"Oh, little bone, don't worry, wait for me to get dressed and packed, right away, right away..."
After a while, an old man with half white hair came out with a medicine box, and hurried back with her.
"Why did you come out alone at night! Didn't you encounter anything?"
"I was on the bridge just now... I can't help it, my father suddenly became seriously ill..." Xiaogu grabbed Doctor Zhang's clothes and hid behind him, walking with a limp, his body still trembling. As he slowly approached the small bridge, he poked his head out secretly, only to find that the corpse and the eyeball he had crushed were all gone. As if nothing happened.
Her horoscope is too light, her yin energy is too heavy, and she is a lone star of heavenly evil, which is rare in a hundred years. When she was born, she died with her mother's dystocia, and the city was full of strange fragrances. It was in full bloom, but all the flowers withered in an instant, so it was named Huaqiangu.
Her father was a scholar who failed many times, but because of his hard life, he has been raising her until now. But because Hua Qiangu's physique is too easy to provoke ghosts and ghosts, causing a lot of troubles in the village, he had to lead her to live alone in a wooden house built at random by the small river in the outskirts of the village.
Hua Xiucai invited an eminent monk from the wandering area to exorcise Hua Qiangu and change his fate. The monk just shook his head and gave Hua Qiangu a string of Buddhist beads that he had carried with him for many years, and asked him to use the skins of eight black dogs as a cape Ordinary people can't smell the strange fragrance that only ghosts can smell from Zhu Hua Qiangu's body. And told her not to let her go out after the sun went down, so she lived to be twelve years old safely.
Doctor Zhang felt sorry for her suffering so much fear and suffering at such a young age. He has always taken good care of his father and daughter. He is a doctor, he has held the fate of too many people in his hands, and has been tainted with the life and death of too many people. He has a lot of yang and evil spirits in his body, and ordinary little ghosts would not dare to provoke him. Taking Hua Qiangu's hand back to their place of residence, they didn't encounter any trouble along the way.
It's just that Hua Xiucai is very sick, and living with Hua Qiangu for a long time, it is always inevitable to be haunted by all kinds of evil spirits. She is not yet forty, but she is old and weak like fifty or sixty. Doctor Zhang kept shaking his head and sighing, fearing that he might not survive tonight.
Hua Qiangu ran in and out of the boiling water, decocted medicine, wiped Hua Xiucai's body and sweat. I didn't dare to let myself be idle, I vaguely knew it in my heart, so I was always worried. This is her only relative in the world.
Hua Xiucai finally failed to make it to dawn, and when he was dying, he was still worried about what Hua Qiangu would do after his death. Doctor Zhang comforted him by saying that he would adopt and take care of Qiangu, but Hua Xiucai did not want to implicate him, and was also afraid that he would not be able to protect Qiangu for long. So he told Hua Qiangu to wait for him to go to the legendary Maoshan to learn art from a teacher after his death. When you have completed your studies, you will no longer be afraid of demons.
Hua Qiangu held her father's hand that was getting colder and colder, her heart was desolate and desolate, even her father was gone, what's the point of staying alone in this world? Trying hard to force myself not to cry, not to cry, from childhood to adulthood, the only time her father was strict with her was not to allow her to cry. She knew that firstly, because she burst into tears, there must be a difference in the sky, and secondly, she knew that she could not be with her all the time, forcing her to work hard to learn to be independent and strong.
Doctor Zhang helped her treat the wound on her leg, squeezed out the thick black blood, sprinkled some incense ash, applied some ointment, and bandaged it up. It's just a little corpse poison, but it's not serious.
The next day, Dr. Zhang and several enthusiastic people in the village helped her with the funeral. Doctor Zhang thinks that she is too young to go out alone, and hopes to adopt her first, at least to heal her leg injury first. But she made up her mind to set off immediately, and obeyed her father's order to go to Maoshan to learn Taoism. Doctor Zhang couldn't hold her back, so he had to help her sell all the valuables at home, and then subsidized her with some silver taels.
In the evening of the second day, Hua Qiangu was wrapped in a dog fur cloak, listening to the strong wind outside and howling ghosts and howling wolves, she lay with her eyes open all night on the bare bed in the empty wooden house. My mind is full of sadness and confusion about the future. Early the next morning, I bid farewell to the villagers and headed towards Maoshan.
(Quanben Novel Network)