Fenghuang Ancient City, the hometown of Mr. Shen Congwen, was once praised as the most beautiful small town in China by the famous New Zealand writer Rewi Alley. Today, it has become a famous tourist and cultural destination. Many tourists from the city come here to find the beautiful scenery. The innocence of nature and the customs of ethnic minorities. Seeing the bluestone streets, stilt houses along the river and the hometowns of famous people, I feel novel, natural, far away from the world, and beautiful.
Of course, I don't think so.
Living in the same area, I have long been used to seeing such beautiful scenery (except for the hometowns of celebrities), and I don't find it very charming. As far as I am concerned, I personally think that without Mr. Shen Congwen, it is no exaggeration to say that this An ancient city loses half of its charm. At the beginning of this article, I mentioned Mr. Shen. My respect for him first originated from a high school Chinese teacher named Shi. He said that Mr. Shen’s "Border Town" actually It is possible to win the Nobel Prize, but unfortunately the Nobel Prize is only awarded to living people, and my husband passed away early, so I missed it. I still don’t know how true or false this statement is, but every time I read it "Border Town", I always feel like I am reading about my hometown, Cuicui is living beside me, so kind.
Unfortunately, my hometown, which is very close on the map, is many times worse in terms of tourism.
Therefore, I am actually extremely jealous that Phoenix can have Mr. Shen.
I arrived in Phoenix around 5:50 in the afternoon. It was Chinese New Year, so few people traveled here, and the ground looked deserted. There were always locals coming to solicit customers, but I ignored them and walked away. The so-called Longevity Palace , I didn’t bother to take a look at the famous sights such as the Ten Thousand Names Tower and the Duocui Tower. When I walked to the gate of the city, a man came over and asked me if I wanted to stay. He was an old man. His hair was white and he was shivering in the cold wind. I couldn’t help but I thought of my father and asked where he was?
He said there were stilt houses by the river, but further away, on the other side of the river, there were folk houses and family inns. Of course, the prices were also cheap.
I said yes, let's go. He was very happy and wanted to help me carry my luggage. I came in a hurry, so I carried a small bag with only a change of clothes and some common items, and I didn't let him take it. In fact, I didn't let him take it. , except for the Golden Week of tourism, consumption in Phoenix is not high during holidays. The standard room at the Phoenix Hotel, the best in the city, is only 360 yuan. It is not convenient to live in a stilted building in this cold weather, but I am , my temperament has always been casual, so it doesn’t matter.
It was getting late, and I had been hungry all day. When I got to the folk house and put my luggage away, I called my friend on Zamao Trail and walked to the busy place to find something to eat. It took a long time for the call to come through. , was answered by a man with a deep voice. When he learned about my intention, he was not enthusiastic, but he did not shirk the call. He just asked me to go find him tomorrow morning and he would wait for me at home. His indifference made me feel a little better. I have a bad feeling. I always feel full of yin energy. Even though it is the first lunar month, the night market next to Hongqiao is also very lively at night. Ginger candy, rice tofu, stinky tofu, blood daddy, rice noodles, pickled fish... these things make me feel like this. The foodies were so excited that they ate so much that their stomachs were full before they returned.
It was already late at night when I returned to the family inn. I went to bed to rest and looked at the wooden walls around me in silence.
Because it was the off-season, apart from the landlord, I was the only customer in the building. I couldn't sleep, so I moved on the bed, which made the wooden floor squeak. Diaojiao buildings are not uncommon in areas inhabited by ethnic minorities such as the Miao, Dong and Tujia people.
Most of these buildings are made of wood. It is common to rely on mountains and water. Wooden houses are simple and cheap to make, but in fact they are not very stable and liveable. The sound insulation is very poor. I can hear it when I lie in bed.
to the coughing sound of the landlord downstairs.
I closed my eyes, put my hands on the locust wood sign on my chest, and smelled the aroma of wood and tung oil.
Duoduo did not fall asleep. The little girl has been fighting against the evil spirit. The strength of both sides is balanced, there are victories and defeats. Whenever Duoduo wins, her consciousness will spread, connect to my mind, and give me comfort.
.This also made my journey less worrying. Duoduo's well-behavedness made me feel even more guilty. I secretly made up my mind to visit all the strange people, fulfill my promise to her, and let her live happily in this world.
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There is wind blowing outside the window, whistling.
This tone is the call of the fields, the heartbeat of the earth, and a natural lullaby. The journey is always tiring, and I closed my eyes without knowing it.
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In a daze, I suddenly woke up, unable to open my eyes, and my consciousness was filled with darkness.
I woke up almost instantly, but my body was too stiff to move. At this time, I was still immersed in a dream: In the dream, I fell into the water, and the water spread over my head from all directions.
It made me unable to breathe. Something like waterweed (maybe hair) blocked my sight. I stretched out my hand and touched it. It was a silk-like substance, thin and slippery. The darkness was eroding the world. I struggled hard, but the more I struggled, the worse it became.
As I sank, I turned into a monster. My eyes were as big as ping-pong balls and my face was covered with blood. When I turned around, I suddenly appeared on the shore again. I saw a bridge on the water, and many long-haired women in white were walking towards the bridge.
Walking... Occasionally, a woman turns back to look at me. She has no face, eyes, nose, ears and other facial features, as if covered with a layer of white cloth...
The faceless women in white jumped off the half-broken bridge one after another.
The water is black underworld water, with white bones floating on it. If you jump in, it will sink without a single ripple.
I woke up, my mind was racing, I wanted to call someone, I wanted to turn over, I wanted to jump up and show my fear crazily, but the muscles all over my body were soft and I couldn't move, as if I was wrapped tightly by something weighing a thousand pounds.
I could clearly see that I was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, but I didn't even have the strength to push the quilt away.
Then, something greasy came in from my neck.
This thing is a very long thing, like a snake or a fish. The mucus on the surface made all the hairs on my body stand up in fear. The shock was like an electric current, which made my whole body numb. Then, a gloomy
The chill spread into all my pores.
I almost stopped thinking.
After that, I realized that I was being suppressed by a ghost.
What is ghost pressure? It is also called a nightmare. It is a subconscious awakening, but the nerve center that controls the muscles has not yet fully awakened, so there will be a very scary and uncomfortable feeling. Of course, this is a medical explanation.
It is stated in the Dharma that when a person is asleep, his consciousness is at its weakest. If there is an evil object around him, it is easiest to get close to him. This thing may be a living thing, or it may not be a concrete substance. It may be just an illusory memory.
Electromagnetic waves, or a ghost with unresolved grievances... It is very weak and can only invade people who are physically weak, tired and sick for a long time, and have insufficient Yang Qi. However, if things go on like this, the oppressed person will definitely be mentally exhausted and sick.
I was still wondering, but the thing had slid onto my chest where my heart was beating, and then I felt a numb and itchy sucking sensation on my chest.
No, this is not an illusion, this is really a concrete thing.
This was not a ghost in the true sense, but a premeditated attack. Although my mind was extremely tired, I did not dare to immerse myself in my consciousness anymore. Instead, I silently recited the nine-character mantra in my heart. Every time I recited it, I felt like
After my mind cleared up, I recited silently, faster and faster. When I recited it for the ninth time, my heart moved and I had completely regained control of my body! I felt something was wrong in my chest, so I opened the quilt with all my strength, and signed the "Fudo Ming King Seal"
", grabbed it towards the chest, still roaring: "Lin..."
The sound echoed in the cabin. I opened the quilt and reached out to grab it. I felt something slippery running down my pajamas and reaching my thighs. I also felt the cold stuff and gave it a try.
Shaking, I saw a black line shooting out from under the floor. I jumped out of bed and hit it with my slippers. I missed and it arched out from the gap in the window. I turned on the light and looked at myself in shock.
My chest was wet, and there was a strong smell of earth and water.
At this time, the landlord downstairs also woke up, turned on the light in the corridor, and called me: Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, what’s wrong with you?
I remained silent and stared blankly at my chest. There was a terrifying bite mark with seventeen or eight sharp tooth marks on it. It was bleeding, but I didn't feel any pain. It was like I was under anesthesia. And my
My hands and the tiger's mouth were burning from time to time. It was very hot. At this time, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door. The old landlord looked at me sleepily and asked what was wrong? I pointed to my open chest and asked what was going on.
What's going on? He looked at the tooth marks on my chest, and the greasy wet marks on them were smelly and unbearable. His face, which was still sleepy at first, suddenly turned into one of extreme fear. I grabbed him and asked him what was going on?
He stuttered and said, this must be a water ghost...
I asked them how often troubles occur here? It shouldn’t be. As a tourist city with such a high popularity, how can things like ghosts appear? The old landlord looked sad and said that a tourist had just died here half a year ago and his chest was bitten in the same way.
, he died, not from poisoning or bleeding, but from myocardial infarction after fear. It was very strange. Later, an expert nearby came to see him and said that he was a person who drowned by the river and did not die in time.
After it was fished out, it became a water ghost due to accumulated grudges. When the river was cold, it would often come ashore to find people to entangle and demand its life, so go down and accompany it.
He looked at me silently for a while and said that I was the second one.
This sentence made me very depressed. It seems that there is something wrong with my character. I actually lived in a hotel and encountered such an unfortunate thing. To be honest, that thing looked like a spirit, but it also seemed to be a
Snake... As for what it was, I had no idea at all. When something like this happened, I naturally didn't dare to sleep anymore. I took another bath and sat next to the brazier in the landlord's living room until dawn.
.I looked in the mirror and found that my face looked dark, sleepy and tired, and my eyes were full of white eye droppings.
I have a vague feeling in my heart that what happened some time ago has some sequelae.
At dawn, the landlord didn't dare to charge me any money. He tried to persuade me not to report the crime. I knew that since he opened his business, he relied on the accommodation fee to support his family. I am also a lazy guy.
I didn’t want to announce what happened last night, so I nodded my promise and went to find a car to head to Alaying Town.
No matter what, we have to resolve Duoduo's matter first.
In my heart, Duoduo's things are the most important.
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