In the remote mountain village without electricity, there is no entertainment except squatting on the street to chat during the day. In the past, both villages had casinos. Nowadays, everyone lacks money the most. Who would use their hard-earned money to open a casino? However, some old men and women still play cards with a few cents.
Cents are almost extinct in the outside world, but they are still very popular here. There is no price problem here, because few people buy things in the shops, and most daily necessities and food are self-reliant. Cents are used to play cards and pass the time. As for bills above one yuan, they are all saved.
As soon as Shen Bing and I entered the village, we immediately attracted the attention of the people on the street. We were dressed so fashionably that we looked like city people. I, a country bumpkin, actually found self-esteem here. While I felt interesting, I also felt sad. Everyone understands this sadness, so I don't need to explain it.
Mr. Shi is a very lonely person. When we came, Mr. Gu told us about him in detail. He usually doesn't take the initiative to interact with others and often locks himself in his home. His wife and three children rarely go out. As a result, his family is generally regarded as very old-fashioned in Beisanpo and even Nanwupo. They are like corpses all day long and never say a word to people.
But this man is really good at Taoism. The two villages often encountered the disaster of yellow foxes and evil spirits, and he solved them effortlessly. Because everyone was poor, he didn't charge money. He only charged a bunch of incense for helping one person. This kind of thing can be made by almost every household in the local area. The raw materials are fragrant wood or bark, which is ground into powder and added with flammable crop straw, and then mixed with herbs. After mixing with water, it is pressed into incense sticks in a container.
So even though Mr. Shi was considered a weird person, he was very popular and was praised by everyone. Because of this, his family lived a poorer life than the average person. This situation was exactly the opposite of the outside world. For example, Mr. Luo, a small liar, was rich, but a capable Yin-Yang master like him lived worse than others. It was really a strange phenomenon.
Shen Bing and I were also very curious about him and wanted to meet this strange Yin-Yang master.
Mr. Shi's house faces north and the door opens to the north, which makes us feel particularly confused. The whole village is arranged according to the inherent Feng Shui, facing south (facing the sun), but his family is the opposite, which is really a big wonder. What's even more strange is that the house layout of the whole village is built according to the Yangzhai Feng Shui layout. The door gives birth to the master, and the master gives birth to the stove. This is a basic common sense of Yangzhai Feng Shui that cannot be reversed. However, the layout of his house is completely unconventional. The door master is not compatible, and the main stove is in conflict. According to the theory of eight doors and nine stars, it is a very evil house, with all the bad omens such as five ghosts passing through the palace, six evil spirits making trouble, and greedy wolves misplaced.
Damn it, I was stunned when I saw this kind of house layout. Is this still a place for people to live? There are so many bad omens. If you look at the Hetu Luoshu, their family should have big disasters every year and small disasters every month. I'm afraid there must be at least 17 or 18 small disasters every month. How did they survive? I really suspect that Mr. Shi is a Yin-Yang master from Mars. Even American Yin-Yang masters don't do this.
After standing in the yard and looking around for a while, I felt that everything was strange. There was not a single tree or grass in the whole yard. In particular, there was something in the four corners of the yard, covered with black cloth. In the center of the yard, there stood a stone-carved tower, which looked very similar to the Twelve-story Ghost Dragon Tower, but it was dozens of times smaller, only about one person tall, and not enough floors, probably only seven or eight floors.
In front of the tower there is a one-meter-long stone altar, on which stands an incense burner overflowing with ash. In front of the table is a brazier covered with traces of black ash. It seems that Mr. Shi often worships this tower, burning incense and paper.
Shen Bing used her hand to touch me and pointed to the tower. I nodded without saying anything. Because at this time Yazi had already led the way to the door of the house and said politely, "Is Mr. Shi home? I'm from Nanwupo and I want to ask you something."
The door was tightly shut, and there was silence for a long time. Yazi turned around and shook his head at us. We understood what he meant. Mr. Gu also said that if we invited Mr. Shi and he closed the door and didn't say anything, it meant that he was not at home or he didn't want to see guests, so we had to come another day.
Shen Bing pouted: "What? I just ran for more than two hours on the mountain road for nothing."
I smiled and thought to myself, you miscalculated, girl. It will take less than five hours to take her back. I looked up at the silent door and felt that there was someone inside. The owner probably didn't want to see guests. I guess he was scared by the three evil spirits and didn't dare to meddle in other people's business. But I was already here. It couldn't be a waste of five hours of going back and forth on the mountain road, right
The duck turned around and walked back to me helplessly and said, "Let's go back and come back tomorrow morning."
I raised my hand to signal for a while, walked to the low tower, and took a closer look at the pattern on the stone carving. My heart immediately tightened. This is exactly the same as the Ghost Dragon Tower. However, each floor of the tower is empty, and there are no pictures of demons or ghosts. I thought whether Mr. Shi picked it up in the mountains or made it himself. This thing should be underground, not exposed above the ground, otherwise it would not form a deep cave hiding dragon situation.
No matter how he did it, seeing that he often worshipped this thing, he regarded the tower as a great god. So he put his hands behind his back and said: "God King Wudu Xizha, the evil spirits return to their fractals!"
When Shen Bing heard this, she asked in bewilderment, "What are you reading? Why does it sound so familiar?"
I whispered to her, "Did you forget the pipe?"
Shen Bing said "Oh" and suddenly realized, remembering that this was the twelve-word witch spell hidden in the pipe, which he used to destroy the big guys in the Twelve Ghost Dragon Tower.
The door creaked open, and we saw a man wearing mourning clothes and a mourning band on his head, sitting cross-legged inside the door. He said to us, "What do you want from me?"
The duck was startled, then said: "We are from Nanwupo, I am the nephew of Gu Laozhong, and I want to ask you something."
The man ignored him and stared at me and asked, "You are not from Nanwupo, are you? Excuse me, where did you hear this spell?"
This middle-aged man with a pale face and short stature had eyes that were as bright as lightning. It was as if his eyes could see into people's hearts, and they were particularly sharp. I met his gaze, and for no reason, my heart trembled slightly.
"I saw it in a pipe." I answered truthfully. Because if I wanted to win his trust, I had to tell the truth. Otherwise, if I said something wrong, he would kick me out and I'm afraid he would never want to see us again.
The man's eyes widened in surprise: "Pipe? Where is the pipe?"