When Du Yan and the two were talking, the Taoist priests of the Maoshan faction in the ancestral hall were almost busy. The pillars and beams of the entire ancestral hall were painted with a magic circle to suppress the ghosts.
When Du Yan saw the ancestral hall for the first time in the village, a piece of lacquer painting fell off the pillar, and the background color exposed under the lacquer painting was the magic circle drawn by the Taoist priests of the Maoshan School.
Standing in the center, the Taoist priest with a long white beard nodded, "Yes, let them in."
After a while, it was the gray-bearded old man I saw last time, holding a wooden box in his hand, and the young man beside him was holding a tablet in his hand.
"Sir, this is the corpse of that trader. There are many beasts in the mountain, and this head is the only one I can find. Is it feasible?"
Daoist Maoshan nodded: "The only thing that the ghost is concerned about in this world is this thing. Put his head and tablet in the Xiangtang, and the female ghost will be hooked."
The old man asked hesitantly, "It's not appropriate to put this foreigner in the ancestral hall of my surname, isn't it?"
The Taoist priest Maoshan glanced at him: "This is the crime committed by everyone in your village. Without the blessing of your ancestors, the female ghost's ill will never dissipate."
The young man next to him was full of vigor, and he didn't have any scruples when he spoke: "Can't we beat her to ashes? This female ghost has killed so many people, so what kind of benevolence is there to be with her?"
Daoist Maoshan didn't want to say a word to this stunned young man, but the little disciple beside him rolled his eyes in disdain: "You think it's beautiful, and you want my master to recite this cause and effect for you because of your own sins. Can't it?"
Du Yan saw what was in front of him, but he understood why the specter who flew above Liang Fei ran into the inner hall of the ancestral hall. It turned out to be borrowing Liang Fei's body to steal the only thing she cared about in the ancestral hall.
The Maoshan faction pays attention to a causal cycle, not simply and rudely smashing the Specter to ashes. These Taoist priests of Maoshan took a lot of time to put the ghost town under the ancestral hall in the village.
I don't know what happened to the female ghost. After eating incense for more than two hundred years, she couldn't smooth out her hostility. As soon as he saw Xiao Lang, a person with a special physique, he couldn't wait to take the opportunity to make trouble and come out to make trouble.
After the Taoists left, the door of the ancestral hall remained open. After a while, another group of people dressed as craftsmen walked in carrying various materials, and the ancestral hall was renovated. The lacquer paintings Du Yan and the others had seen in the village were painted on the roof and pillars. After the craftsmen left, the appearance of the ancestral hall was not much different from two hundred years later.
It seemed that the Heavenly Masters of the Maoshan faction had successfully drawn out the female ghost and suppressed her.
At this time, the door of the ancestral hall opened. Du Yan and Xiao Lang continued to repeat the previous journey. When they pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall for the fourth time, Du Yan grabbed Xiao Lang's arm.
"Behind this may be the beginning of all tragedies. You have to remember that no matter what happens, you must tell yourself that these are false."
Xiao Lang nodded, and the two of them opened the door and entered the ancestral hall.
Behind the door this time, it is no longer the scene of the ancestral hall, but about Fan's life.
Fan's story is somewhat old-fashioned but also very tragic. She was sold to this village by her parents.
A single old hunter in his forties in the village bought the fourteen-year-old Fan from her parents. When Fan was married, he didn't even have a wedding dress, so he was sent to the old hunter's bed like an animal.
When Fan was pregnant, the old hunter encountered a pack of wolves in the mountains, and there were no bones left. Fan gave birth to a posthumous son, and relying on the family's few acres of thin fields and doing some embroidery work, he pulled his son to grow up.
Finally, I look forward to my son taking the Tongsheng exam and the scholar exam and then entering the provincial capital to take the exam. When her son went to take the exam, Mrs. Fan had a little time of her own. It was at this time that she met the businessman who came to the village for the first time to do small business.
Although Mrs. Fan, as a widow, almost stayed home to avoid suspicion, she still needed to go out and buy some needles and thread at this moment.
It turned out that the businessman who regularly came to the village to do business was a very old man, but this time it was a handsome young man. It is said that he is the son of an old businessman. When his father was old, his son took over the business.
Fan gave birth to a son when he was fifteen years old, and now he is only in his thirties, and he was born beautiful again and still looks charming. The little guy was dumbfounded when he saw her for the first time.
In the next few transactions, the small businessman always found various excuses to send more needlework and fabrics to Fan. Mr. Fan was originally a sensitive person, so he naturally knew the mind of the little guy.
Her heart without waves was finally shaken by this enthusiastic little businessman. But Mr. Fan still firmly rejected the little guy. Until this time, the guy was not paying attention and stuffed a small wooden box for Mr. Fan.
Du Yan opened his eyes and saw an embroidery shed he was holding in his hand. His thin white fingers moved neatly through it, and soon a lifelike plum blossom appeared on it. Afterwards, he put down his embroidery and got up, before the dressing mirror.
All in all, Du Yan was completely unable to control his body. Looking at the beautiful female face in the bronze mirror, he knew that he was now the Fan of 200 years ago.
This is a tactic that Specter likes to use very much, to let those who break in experience all the tragic things in their lives. As long as you experience all this moment, your mind is shaken, you may be scared to death, or you may be overwhelmed by Specter.
All Du Yan can do now is to wait and see what happens. I just don't know what kind of role Xiao Lang, who is also caught here, will be. A thought arose in his mind, Xiao Lang shouldn't be that little guy.
No matter what, now I can only stay in Fan's body, see
everything she does. From the corner of the dresser, Mrs. Fan took out the small wooden box, which was the one that the little trader gave her.
Inside the wooden box are a pair of earrings and a letter.
The earrings express affection, and Du Yan also saw clearly what was said in the letter.
Probably even the little guy knew that it was difficult for them to be together, but the little guy was willing to take Fan away. A widow like her was not from the village, and no one would care if she disappeared. In the end, the little man said that he would wait for her in the woods outside the village on the night of the fifteenth of the next month.
Fan looked at the letter for a long time, and a drop of tears fell on the letter. She hesitated to tear up the letter, but she couldn't bear it, so she put the letter away and folded it.
For the next few days, Fan continued to struggle with this matter. She used a piece of red cloth to make red embroidered shoes for herself that she had never worn. After several hesitations, she still failed to make a decision.
After that, Fan's son went home, and the delighted Fan went out to buy meat for his son to improve his meals. Du Yan's perspective at the moment was not on Fan's body, but stayed at home.
He looked at Fan's son in her room and accidentally found the wooden box. After reading the letter, he stood in the room for a long time and left.
The next day, Fan's son went to the patriarch's house. On the third day, he left the house again under the pretext of being busy with his studies.
In a blink of an eye, it will be the fifteenth of the next month. Du Yan watched Mr. Fan go to the appointment, but Mrs. Fan did not want to run away with the merchant, but decided to reject the merchant completely. She still couldn't let go of her son.
Fan saw the merchant waiting there in the woods, and returned the wooden box to the merchant. The trader asked her why, but Fan just said, "I wish we could meet before we got married."
The salesman opened the wooden box and found that in addition to earrings, letters, and a pair of delicate embroidered shoes in bright red.
Fan shi lowered his head and smiled sadly, saying that he hoped that the merchant would meet a woman who treats him sincerely in the future, and that he could wear these embroidered shoes for her when they got married.
At this moment, the woods suddenly lit up. The patriarch brought the young and middle-aged people in the village and came over with a torch. In the chaos, the merchant escaped by chance, but Mr. Fan was taken back to the village.
Du Yan knelt on top of the cold bluestone bricks in the ancestral hall, his arms were tied behind him, and his whole body was in constant pain. He can control the body now, and it's ridiculous that when he can, he can't actually do anything.
A basin of cold water was suddenly splashed on Du Yan's head. He raised his head and saw the patriarch and the old man in the village standing in front of him.
"Fan, do you know what's wrong?"
Du Yan didn't say a word, he knew that no matter what he said now, it would be futile.
The patriarch said angrily: "Don't think that if you don't speak up, I will have nothing to do with you. The evidence is here."
He raised his hand and threw the small wooden box in front of Du Yan's eyes. The lid of the wooden box was smashed open, and the contents rolled out. The pair of bright red embroidered shoes happened to fall in front of Du Yan.
The next thing was that the patriarch scolded Du Yan at length, how he didn't follow the rules of women and how he was unwilling to seduce the businessman. Even the peasant man standing behind him also stood up and said that he had been seduced.
Du Yan didn't want to say a word, but at this moment he said uncontrollably: "Where's Hao'er?"
Hao'er is the son of the Fan family, and now he has passed the examination for Juren. No matter how strict the rules of the clan are, they cannot lynch Juren's mother without authorization.
The patriarch sneered: "Your son can't stand the shamelessness of his mother, so he came to the clan to expose everything."
A burst of icy coldness came from the soles of Du Yan's feet to the top of his head. He knew that the feeling of death in his heart was not from himself, but from Fan's.
The patriarch finally decided to judge this unruly widow in front of all the villagers in three days according to the rules of the family.
When the patriarch left, Du Yan was left alone in the ancestral hall, still kneeling on the ground with his hands bound.
Du Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, analyzing the situation in his heart. What happened to Fan was definitely not that simple, such as being lynched to death just because of the betrayal of his son. Even if she is angry, she has already killed most of the people in the village, so she will not be sealed for two hundred years and still not resolved.
At this moment, the door of the ancestral hall opened, and Du Yan turned around to look and saw several young men dressed as peasants. Several men gathered around with malicious smiles.
"Look at this thin skin and tender flesh, it's heartbreaking to be tied up with hemp ropes..." One person crouched down, "I'll loosen the bindings for you, but you have to be obedient."
Foul language, spitting out from the mouths of several young men. Du Yan frowned, finally knowing where Fan's soaring grievances came from.
The corpses hanging in the ancestral hall are all male corpses. It seems that in the past few nights, almost all the men in the village came to visit here and committed monstrous crimes against the Fan family who was imprisoned in the ancestral hall.
Du Yan was thinking about this when he was directly pushed to the ground. He raised his foot and wanted to kick, but found that his current strength was no different from that of a woman, and he had no resistance at all.
When things got to this point, Du Yan couldn't bear it no matter how calm he was, and he was about to let Ji get away. I saw someone rushed in from outside the ancestral hall and kicked away the person who was pressing on Du Yan.
"Come on." The person dragged Du Yan's hand and ran outside.
Du Yan took a closer look and found that it was the little guy. After a second thought, he asked, "Xiao Lang?"
The man nodded: "It's me, sorry I'm late, I was able to control this body not long ago."
Before the two ran out of the village entrance, they heard someone shouting from behind: "People have run away! People have run away!"