Chapter 73 The old man in the mountain village raises the crown for crowdfunding Chapter 4
My first impression of this figure was that he must be a ghost! Because in this mountain village, there are basically no street lights.
I don’t know why, but light bulbs of the same wattage appear dimmer in mountain villages than in village chiefs in the plains. Maybe the terrain in mountain villages is less suitable for the spread of light. So although there are a few street lights on the streets now,
But it still looked a little dim.
In such a dark environment, a figure suddenly appeared. So this figure was probably not a human being. How could a living person come out and wander around at night?
However, to our surprise, this guy is really a living person, at least that's what it looks like.
It was an old man, wearing a green military coat. The temperature in the mountains is very low and the wind is strong, so down jackets generally don't work well. If you go out, especially at night, you have to wear a military coat.
Because Xiaoqing, Guo Fengxian, I, and I are currently in the state of ghosts, normal people generally cannot see us, so the old man can only see Rujun.
From this aspect, we can also see that this old man is indeed not a ghost, but just a human being.
The old man put his hands in his sleeves, looked Rujun up and down, and then asked: "Girl, are you passing by or looking for someone?"
Rujun did not speak in a hurry, but showed a smile that would make any man's heart tremble when he saw it, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, I want to ask you something, is there a stone Buddhist temple in our village?"
"Yes, yes!" Although the old man is getting older, his love for beauty does not seem to have faded. Seeing Rujun's smile, the old man immediately became elated and said with a smile: "There is the Shifo Temple, the Shifo Temple...
Shifo Temple... our village is called Shifo Temple..."
As he said that, the old man pointed to a short distance away and said, "It's right there. Go there during the day. Don't go there at night. You'll get into trouble if you go there."
After hearing this, Rujun showed a curious expression on his face and asked: "Uncle, why does something happen if you go there at night?"
The old man smiled and said, "There are monks in this temple!"
"Monk? What monk?"
"What monk? Fierce monk, very ferocious monk. He can't be seen during the day and only comes out at night. I heard that he is not a human being, but a ghost. It's a long time ago. It's a ghost from the Ming Dynasty. I heard that someone came here during the Qing Dynasty.
When I was building a temple, these ghost monks caught me and killed me!"
The old man said seriously, although I think most of these words were made up by the villagers themselves, but it still sent chills down my spine. Is there really a ghost monk here that the old man said?
However, whether there are ghost monks or not is secondary. The important thing is the King Kong we encountered. We saw them with our own eyes, so there should be no fake ones.
Thinking of this, I quickly asked: "Rujun, ask me about King Kong."
The ghost's words were like the roar of the wind. When I finished saying this, the old man rubbed the back of his head and said, "Why is it so windy at night?"
Rujun quickly took the opportunity to ask: "Uncle, when I came here before, I saw a few very tall bald heads on the Great Wall. They seemed to be several meters high. Are they the ghost monks you mentioned?"
When the old man heard this, his eyes widened and he asked, "Can you see them?"
As soon as these words came out, we immediately knew that we had found the right person. It seemed that the old man was indeed well-informed, and the villagers really knew about the existence of those "King Kongs".
Rujun quickly asked: "Old man, can you tell me about those ghost monks?"
But the old man showed a scared expression, looked at Rujun, shook his head, and asked: "Girl, you came alone? It's so late, how did you come here? You didn't drive?"
Rujun looked behind him and said, "Oh, I came here by car, I didn't drive."
The old man suddenly smiled, and there seemed to be some evil intentions in his smile. I looked a little worried for Rujun, but then I thought about it. Firstly, we are all following him. Secondly, this old man looks to be in his sixties and very capable.
What happened? After all, Rujun is also a fierce ghost. He has no problem dealing with this old man, so I am not worried.
The old man suddenly pointed to the depths of the village and said, "I really don't know those monks, but someone in the village knows. Can I take you to see them?"
Of course Rujun was not afraid to follow this old man. He nodded with a smile and said, "In that case, I'll trouble you."
The old man waved his hand: "It's okay."
After that, he walked in front and led Rujun towards the village.
The three of us quietly followed behind, watching as we walked along. Most of the people in the village were asleep, and only a few of the houses had lights on.
As the old man walked, he muttered to himself: "The wind is howling, and there is no wind during the day."
Rujun covered his mouth and chuckled. The old man has lived for such a long time and has seen a lot of living people. He may have only seen a few ghosts, otherwise he would not have been followed by us.
"Uncle, are you still awake?" Rujun asked with a smile: "It's getting late, why are you out for a walk by yourself?"
The old man shook his head: "No, I like to hold my breath as I get older. I always feel out of breath when I lie down. I have to come out for some air..."
Rujun said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions, just followed silently.
We walked around and around from the entrance of the village to the depths of the village. The rooms here are quite simple, and many of them have old-fashioned rammed earth walls.
When we reach the northwest suburbs of Shangjing, the architectural style here, especially the architectural style of villages in the mountainous areas, is very different from that of the Forty-Nine Cities. If we have to make an analogy, it is somewhat similar to the architectural style of the loess land.
We walked for about ten minutes and finally arrived at a small courtyard. This courtyard had a very narrow facade. The rammed earth wall inside the facade was only as high as a primary school student, which could keep out mice.
Normal people can easily get over it.
There are overgrown weeds in the courtyard, and the highest point of the weeds is almost higher than the walls of the courtyard.
There are only three rooms inside, all facing north and south. The rooms are very simple. Seeing this room reminded me of a word: a house with bare walls.
As soon as the old man in a military coat entered the door, a cry came from inside: "Old Liu? Why did you come to me if you don't sleep at night?"
The voice was full of energy, but very old. He definitely sounded like an old man.
We both stopped slightly, and Rujun looked back at me with a profound look in his eyes.
Guo Fengxian said in a low voice: "The person living there should be an expert. He seems to have some background, but I don't know him."
The old man named Liu chuckled and said, "There is a girl in the village. Come out and have a look. She is really pretty."
While I was talking, the lights came on in the room, and I vaguely saw a thin figure through the glass with emerald green curtains.
Then the angry voice sounded again: "Oh... I know, it's quite lively tonight, and there are actually friends from the village."
The indigenous villagers in this village all speak with a slight accent. For example, Uncle Liu speaks authentically. But the old man in the room does not speak with an accent. Instead, he speaks standard Mandarin. This makes me feel
Somewhat strange.
Rujun asked in a low voice: "Uncle, who is this person in the room...?"
Uncle Liu chuckled and said: "He's a psycho, haha... His surname is Liang, I call him Lao Liang!"
"Old Liang?!" When I heard the word "Liang", I was dumbfounded because I immediately thought of this person's identity.
Lao Liang, Liang Xuexiu, Xiaofeng’s grandfather!
Twenty years ago, due to the invitation of Garuda and the mysterious organization of Sky-Eyed Lotus, he traveled thousands of miles from Shanghai to Sijiu City. However, before leaving Shanghai, he had a car accident and seemed to have died on the spot...
However, not long after, Mr. Liang's body suddenly disappeared, giving people a feeling of cheating death...
But who would have thought that the top master of Tianzhidao Renzong who disappeared in Shanghai would now appear in the remote northwest suburbs of Forty-Nine City and become an ordinary old man!
The door of the room opened while we were talking, and I saw an old man with a thin figure and an old but handsome face walking out of the room...