The rustling fallen trees on the bank have shaken off their cold leaves, and are shivering with the rustling night wind. There is a persistent crackling sound coming from the branches, swaying like an old man who has been caught in the wind in the middle of the night.
A group of people were coughing violently and hysterically, and their silhouettes reflected on the restless water surface reflected a series of strange and bizarre shadows like the shadows of cup-bowed snakes.
The frightened captain of the ship stopped the ship and docked without any instructions. He fastened the moorings and ropes as fast as he could. He never stopped angrily scolding the young men on the ship, as if this was the only way to hide the naked panic in his heart.
The four disciples did not dare to express their anger and followed the instructions without hesitation. However, their hands and feet were trembling and they made mistakes again and again.
But from the beginning to the end, the ship boss only dared to be angry at his own people. When he looked at the villagers, his eyes began to dodge with awe, as if there was a trace of synesthetic fear of unknown and hidden things hidden in his emotions when he looked at them.
Jiang Wen took a step back, deliberately looking at the dark sea and sky, and was on guard against the strange thunderous sound of dragons roaring in the sea. Fortunately, from beginning to end, the sound seemed to disappear under the mysterious abyss of the sea, never to be heard again.
No recurrence.
The Dan people, old and young, also kept silent. The strong fear could be felt without words. The old people kept mumbling vague words, stretched out their hands on the heads of the Dan people's children, and drew curved and winding words over and over again.
Texture.
Fear comes from the unknown and from indescribable memories.
Compared with the cowering, evasive and timid image during the day, the adult people at this time were naked, with ferocious and sinuous tattoos all over their bodies. Their originally dark skin seemed to have rolled through boiling water, revealing an unspeakable atmosphere.
The covered red color fluctuates with intense exhalation.
Their whole bodies were trembling, their eyes were in pain and weeping due to the stimulation of sewage, but they relied on years of numbness to endure without saying a word. It was not until their relatives smoothed their clenched hands that they shook off the blood from between their fingers and into the lines on their palms.
There were traces of pale and fishy flesh.
This is probably the first time that the physical distance between life and death has been so close and so tit-for-tat.
People on the shore were beating gongs and drums as they approached, desperately trying to drive away the ominous situation. Apparently they could not guess that the ship would arrive in the dark night, accompanied by such a terrifying scene.
And Jiang Wen did not expect that he would meet Yan Yongchun and his daughter again under such circumstances.
"Miss Yan, Uncle Yan!"
In order to prove that he was alive, Jiang Wen came to the shore and saw the leader of the crowd waving torches. It was a familiar tall figure. He was leading the way quickly, unlike the panicked footsteps behind him. He turned back three times every step, and occasionally let out a roar at the top of his lungs.
of villagers.
A fishy smell could still be smelled as the breeze passed by on the river. Yan Yongchun seemed to hear the sound on the boat. Before he could identify the person, Yuan Ziyi rushed out first, and the two immediately confirmed each other's identities.
"Zi Yi? Aren't you in the city? Why are you on this night boat?"
Yan Yongchun grabbed Yuan Ziyi's arm in surprise, then turned around to see Jiang Wen's half-smiling expression, and his tone became even more surprised, "Master Jiang, aren't you in Wuyi Mountain? Why are you here too?!"
Seeing Yan Yongchun appear, Jiang Wen was sure that he had reached his destination at this time. Although there were inexplicable twists and turns in the process, it was not much different from the plan.
"Miss Yan, it seems that this is not a place where we can stay for a long time. You should take us to the village first."
Yan Yongchun suddenly nodded, turned to look at the villagers behind him, but frowned slightly.
Yan's father also came forward and exchanged a few words. He also felt that this was not a place where he would stay for a long time. The sea with roaring waves in the distance was still not calm, and it seemed that something secret was still brewing. So the group turned back to the direction without hesitation.
The silhouettes and flames stretched towards Zhangqiugang Village.
But the sights along the way also made Jiang Wen frown.
Zhangqiugang Village is located at the mouth of the Xijiang River, with direct access to the sea in the south. It is like a gateway between the river and the sea. It was supposed to be a prosperous place for trade and shipping. But from what they could see along the way, the sandbanks along the river were actually covered with
After entering the densely packed graves, the shallow burial was washed away by the tide, and traces of many skeletons were glimpsed here and there.
Under the cold wind and cold moon, with dead trees and grass along the road, everyone walking on the dirt road could only feel the miserable wind, sobbing, and various sounds hovering in their ears, mixed into the tragic sound of silk and bamboo orchestral sounds, which continued from
The sound surged out of the muddy stone caves. Only by banging and playing drums desperately could these strange sounds that shake people's hearts be suppressed.
Jiang Wen and Yuan Ziyi looked at each other. Only then did they realize the functions of the various musical instruments in the hands of the villagers.
"When did Zhangqiugang Village become like this..."
The captain of the boat hurriedly followed Jiang Wen. He didn't seem to believe what he was seeing. He turned to the young boatman and said, "When I went out to sea to burn incense a few months ago, it was pretty good here."
However, his words did not stabilize people's hearts. Instead, they triggered a new round of panic. The result of whispers was that they were all speculating on whether they were treading on the ancient road between the underworld and the underworld.
"This can't be the underworld."
Jiang Wen said to them without any argument, "I've seen it before, and there should be yellow, murky water and big squirming insects there."
After saying this, the remaining people became even more frightened, thinking that they would encounter a group of Minotaur Ghosts escorting lonely wild ghosts on the dirt road.
Sometimes large numbers of people can embolden people, but sometimes large numbers of people will only inadvertently strengthen psychological cues and turn into collective fear, making it even more difficult to stay calm. Nowadays, the whispers of the ship boss are getting more and more outrageous, and on the river
From what I heard, these villagers, who seemed to be sleep deprived and depressed, could not rely on the confused and frightened looks in each other's eyes to give each other much mental help.
The hoarseness and weakness revealed behind the bursts of drumming, and the vacillation of the footsteps while barely marching, all made the scene in front of me seem a bit strange, making people even more afraid to look forward to the end of this road.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, it is not just the villagers. After careful observation, Jiang Wen found that even the spiritual will is far beyond ordinary people, and the martial arts attainments are also different from ordinary Yan Wing Chun.
, at this time, her mental exhaustion could not be concealed, only the burning perseverance in her eyes was left, helping her resist the heavy pressure from the outside world.
"Miss Yan, are you okay?"
Jiang Wen raised his eyes and knew that this was a symptom of mental exhaustion and excessive thinking. If things continued like this, it might cause mental damage, so he asked.
Yan Yongchun forced a smile, his bright face looking a little pale in the moonlight.
"I'm fine, Master Jiang. The village has not been peaceful recently. Allow me to tell you the details when I get to the front."
Fortunately, Zhangqiugang Village was not too far away. Everyone watched the road go up and down, and soon came to a small hill and saw a dense forest, with a narrow path revealed in it.
Then everyone hurriedly passed through a stone archway engraved with "Sea Calm Waves", and finally saw the scattered appearance of village houses. On the outside, it looked peaceful and peaceful, but the village was falling into a deep sleep late at night.
However, upon closer inspection, Jiang Wen and the others discovered that although the houses in the village were neat and tidy, there was a row of white paper lanterns densely covered under the eaves. The red words "Die" on them were so clear that they were almost ferocious. They were shaking in the wind, leaving a bright patch of paper.
Bloody shadow.
As Yuan Ziyi said before, the young people in Zhangqiugang Village were tricked into drowning in the water. Now almost every family is in a tragic situation. When they are already without a master, it is inevitable that they will become even more distracted.
When Jiang Wen and his entourage arrived at the house filled with white paper lanterns, the villagers who had been walking past them all looked at each other without looking away. Their footsteps became faster and faster, almost trotting to avoid their own homes, and they refused to even glance at them.
Look.
Yuan Ziyi couldn't help but feel doubtful. She turned around and looked quietly at the village houses on both sides of the road, ignoring the same low walls and thatched roofs as if they were just passing by, trying to detect the weirdness of the matter.
She walked in front of a small and cramped village house, and saw dim lights and numerous shadows in the house. It was not as bright as the doorway illuminated by a white lantern.
Among the shadows of the village houses, Yuan Ziyi vaguely saw someone standing in the door of a certain room waving greetings. He was wearing a faded linen coat, slightly bent over and his head lowered, and his expression could not be clearly seen.
Yuan Ziyi suddenly noticed something unusual, quickly stopped, and quickly returned to the door of the house where Bai Ying had just been glimpsed, but this time she only felt her scalp numb, and her back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.
"Girl in purple, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Wen also stopped curiously and came to Yuan Ziyi, who was standing still, but was instantly grabbed by her cold and sweaty palm, and her other hand pointed firmly into the house.
"I...I just saw someone waving in the house..."
Jiang Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he looked in the direction pointed by Yuan Ziyi, but he only saw two dimly lit oil lamps suddenly lighting up among the dimly lit village houses, while the white candles next to them had long since burned out and turned into ashes.
The puddle of melted wax in front of the offering table.
The open door was covered with pale talismans, densely packed like mold spots growing in the dark, but the person Yuan Ziyi said was waving was nowhere to be seen. There was only a huge black coffin placed in the main hall, and the coffin lid stood alone.
On one side, there was a long and thick piece of burlap wrapped around it, and there were some suspicious and smelly water stains dripping on the floor of the hall.
"The yang house lives in the shadows, and the gods guard the house..."
Jiang Wen murmured to himself, and sure enough he found a piece of red paper taped to the altar table in front of the black coffin, and with rough and bold brushwork, there was a picture of a turtle-shaped crane with big ears and round eyes, and a beard as hard as an iron halberd.
A long-bearded god, wearing a red robe, looked at Jiang Wen angrily.
"I just don't know how they could put the body in their home but no one lives in it?"
Under this extreme psychological suggestion, Jiang Wen was not sure what Yuan Ziyi had seen, but he knew that it would be useless to stay for a long time, so he immediately pulled her away from the house.
Looking along the way, Jiang Wen found that every village house was similar. They all had black coffins and red-robed gods. There was no trace of people in the crooked corridors of the houses. The whole village seemed to be occupied by the dead.
, turned into an eerie and dark ghost village.
At the end of the road is a majestic and majestic temple. After filing in, we found that the temple was actually filled with anxious villagers. They lived in the open air from the Yimen to the main hall, as if they could only live under the protection of the gods nearby.
In exchange for a little comfort.
The four words "Ancient Temple of the South China Sea" are written on the temple door. The main ridge and side ridges of the roof are made of Shiwan pottery tiles and Bogu flower panels. There are flying dragons playing with beads, turtles holding the ridges, colorful phoenixes rising to the sun, and mythical beasts guarding them.
The structure is exquisite and majestic, which is in line with the style of this majestic and generous temple.
Yan Yongchun, who had been silent all the way, took a deep breath when he stepped into the main hall of Nanhai Temple. There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he seemed not to notice the strangeness in Yuan Ziyi's expression.
"Headmaster Jiang, we have seen too many strange and strange things in the village these days. I really don't know how to describe it..."
Yan Yongchun stood in the main hall, looking at the majestic statue in the shrine wearing a red python robe, and talked about what happened recently.
Zhangqiugang Village is located in Haikou, by the river. It was originally just a cliff protruding from the Xijiang River. There have always been rumors of strange river rocks. Even the majestic Nanhai Ancient Temple at the foot of the river has been visited by the river and the sea.
Haike Merchant Travel donated money to build it to protect safety.
But there is no Dragon King Mazu in the temple. The person worshiped and prayed for is King Guangli Hongsheng. He has been the god who controls the South China Sea since ancient times. He is best at subduing rivers and floods and balancing rain and drought.
The temple has blue brick stone feet and red brick paving. The mung bean green terrazzo brick wall outside is bluish in color like black jade.
It cannot be damaged by burning clay, water, fire, thunder and lightning.
Behind the statue of King Guangli Hongsheng, there is a large relief mural. In the center, a five-clawed golden dragon is spraying water over the Nanhai Temple. In the distance, there are large and small ships with white sails. There is a couplet on both sides of the relief mural.
, respectively, "The true dragon appears in the waves thousands of miles away, and thousands of boats follow the current to make the pilgrimage to the Hongsheng."
It is said that where this statue of the god is located, below the mural, is the legendary dragon acupoint. This dragon vein runs from Longtoushan through the Nanhai Ancient Temple, across the Pearl River to the end of Hualonggang in Panyu, and the dragon acupoint is in the center of the bottom of the Nanhai statue in the temple hall.
It suppressed the huge flood and prevented the Lingnan counties from turning into Zeguo. For this reason, the soil under the Dragon Point remains moist all year round even on the Zhangqiu Hill.
But just recently, something strange happened.
When the young people in the village go fishing in the sea, they often look out from the Xijiang River and see a huge copper boat floating in the mouth of the sea. It is covered with rust and has no sails or oars. It is drifting on the huge waves and emerges from the sea every midnight.
, there will be a deafening roar, mixed with the sound of shouting and roaring in the sky, the scene is extremely horrifying.
After that, there were frequent shipwrecks outside Zhangqiu Gang. In particular, the ships of the Qing Navy frequently capsized when approaching, and they could only be hastily buried on the sandbanks along the way. The corpses were exposed in a horrible way, and ghosts often cried every midnight.
The sound came.
This matter was afraid of shaking the morale of the army, so the Guangzhou Admiral's secret orders were not passed on, and those who disobeyed the order were executed. However, Zhangqiugang Village has been tortured by capsized ships in the past few days. No one wants to wake up every day and encounter many dead bodies and corpses at the door of their home.
The limbs were mutilated, so they asked a mage to do it, hoping to use the water and land dojo to extinguish the resentment in the sea.
Just ten days ago, a slovenly Taoist priest who claimed to be a living god came to the village. He first performed an "immortal art" of "grinding his head, washing his face, and reborn himself", transforming him from a slovenly and rough Taoist to a Taoist with a face as beautiful as a crown jewel.
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Then, he released two "dragons" the size of loaches from the gourd. He dug a small pit on the beach and threw the two loaches into the pit. After entering the water, the loaches immediately swam back and forth in the pit.
It moved, sweeping its tail around the puddle, and the surrounding areas of the puddle collapsed as its tail came into contact. The area of the puddle became larger and larger, and the water in the pit also surged.
After a while, the length and width of the puddle in the sea became several feet. At this time, the Taoist said to the villagers: If the puddle becomes bigger, it will be difficult to catch the two dragons, so he
The two loaches turned into dragons were put back into the bottle. Seeing this, the villagers believed that there were real dragons, and from then on they had great respect for the Taoist priest who claimed to be a living god.
After winning trust step by step, the Taoist priest told the villagers categorically that the reason why Zhangqiugang Village has been seeing strange things recently is because a thousand-year-old aphrodisiac escaped from under the dragon's cave and spawned a giant snake outside the Xijiang River and at the bottom of the South China Sea.
An evil dragon, which has been devouring the ancient corpses of the pre-Song Dynasty on the seabed for hundreds of years, has almost become a climate, and then it has transformed into the original bronze boat that harmed the people and common people in the late Song Dynasty.
Although King Hongsheng in the temple has great magical power, he is trapped in the dragon's lair and cannot capture monsters in the vast sea. The villagers must choose to row boats, beat drums, throw rice dumplings to drive away the evil dragons on a sunny day like the Dragon Boat Festival.
Only by re-suppressing it in Huilong's Cave can this disaster be eliminated.
The villagers believed this to be true, so they sent the able-bodied men in the village to finance the boat and set a day to launch it into the sea. They also asked the living gods to stay in seclusion all night to consecrate the dragon boat to ensure that it was perfect.
But no one expected that this "living god" was actually the "living king of hell". He had already planned his trip and saw off the dragon boat overnight and glued it together. The next day, the villagers rowed to the middle of the sea and encountered big waves.
, the boat capsized, and then the story of King Zhao who never returned from his hunting tour in the south was repeated...
"When I came to Zhangqiugang Village, the tragedy had already occurred. I was so angry that I stayed to seek justice and prevent others from taking advantage of the situation."
What Yim Wing Chun said is very common, but the tragedy of wearing mourning in every family means that the young and middle-aged men in Zhangqiugang Village have been exhausted, leaving only the old and weak women and children alone - this is the original intention of Yim Wing Chun to learn boxing.
, obviously moved with compassion because of this.
"Miss Yan is so compassionate and compassionate. Master Wu Mei will definitely be very happy to see her."
While Jiang Wen praised Yan Yongchun, he deliberately glanced at Yuan Ziyi and received a blank stare.
Jiang Wen thought about it for a while, and after being introduced by Yan's father, he found a village elder in Zhangqiugang Village and proactively asked in detail about the location and omens involved, not even letting go of any superficial details.
Yuan Ziyi and Yan Yongchun looked at Jiang Wen asking the village elder, their expressions sometimes thinking, sometimes hesitating, and sometimes enlightened, and finally stood up, looking helplessly at the dark night outside the Nanhai Ancient Temple.
"Headmaster Jiang, although I have not personally experienced the whole process, I still find it strange and terrifying. I haven't found any clues after many days."
Yan Yongchun shook his head and continued.
"Things didn't end even after I came. Recently, there have been not only disasters of life and death in the village, but also monsters. There are frequent ghosts in the village mourning hall during the day, and in the middle of the night, they turn into ghouls and attack the villagers. Even if I understand a little bit,
Even martial arts can't deal with them..."
Jiang Wen's expression changed. He didn't know what kind of "ghost" it would look like and what kind of supernatural phenomena it would be like, even martial arts like Yan Wing Chun couldn't deal with it.
Yuan Ziyi couldn't help but turned around and asked Jiang Wen: "Master Jiang, you have always said that learning martial arts cannot solve the problem, so what solution do you have for this matter now?"
Jiang Wen said with a slightly serious expression: "Girl in purple, these two things cannot be confused. The former is obviously killing people, and the latter seems too bizarre. I am not afraid of ghosts in the world, I am just afraid of a bunch of fake ghosts getting mixed up.
Only 'real ghosts'..."
"Really ghost?"
Yuan Ziyi and Yan Yongchun asked at the same time.
Jiang Wen nodded and said in an indescribable tone of helplessness.
"If you don't believe it, why don't you come with me and have a look. In fact, I would rather be a ghost. After all, some things are released, but they are scarier, more unpredictable, and more disturbing than ghosts..."