The monkey and I have always cooperated in a tacit understanding. When the monkey made a move, I quickly got out of bed, grabbed the package that I had packed a long time ago and rushed out of the door in the dark.
The two of us left the hotel and ran along the street. The hotel was in a very remote location, and there were no street lights on the road. It was so dark that we couldn't tell the direction, and we left the city unknowingly.
Seeing that nothing was chasing me, I breathed a sigh of relief. We didn't dare to go back to the city anymore, so we found a big tree in the field to sit down and rest, hoping to wait until daybreak before leaving.
This night passed very long. I smoked two packs of cigarettes before the sky turned white. The weather was very cold in the late autumn morning. I shivered unconsciously when I stood up. I was glad that it was not winter, otherwise
I will freeze to death on the roadside here.
At this moment, the monkey suddenly screamed. When I went over to take a look, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.
Behind this big tree, there was a dead man lying. It was the middle-aged man we saw yesterday. He was holding the black jar in his arms, and there was a sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth, which looked very strange.
The monkey and I were both a little panicked. We both guessed that the dark figure we saw last night was this middle-aged man, but how did he chase him? We didn't hear any movement even though we were sitting there all night! The monkey asked me:
: "Hutou, what should we do now? Has this person turned into a ghost and haunted us? We haven't offended him much."
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, lit a cigarette and then said: "It's not this person who is haunting us, but the jar in his arms. It's a ghost-headed jar." I asked him,
Do you know if people were unfilial in ancient times, what kind of punishment would they receive if they were punished?
The monkey shook his head. At this time, he was sweating. He asked me what was going on, and I had to explain to him.
I said that in ancient times, unfilial piety was a crime of treason. If someone reported it, that person would be punished by "peeling off the skin, pulling out the grass, grinding the bones and scattering the ashes." That is, peeling off the person's entire skin and stuffing it with grass.
They were dragged into the street and paraded, and then their bones were broken into pieces, crushed and ashes thrown away.
The ancients believed that the body was given to parents by their hair and skin. If you are not filial to your parents, you will no longer be worthy of being a human being. Even when you die, you must pay attention to the whole body. If the body is mutilated, the soul will not be able to reincarnate after death, and may even go to hell and never be reincarnated. Look at those eunuchs,
After castration, they would carefully protect their "babies" and put them in the coffin when they died, because they were afraid that they would not be able to reincarnate after death.
It is conceivable how resentful the person who was being tortured must be. The executioners were afraid of being haunted by evil spirits, so they would secretly put the person's heart and other parts into the jar, paint the outside with ink, and then
Then seal the mouth of the jar with black dog blood and incense ashes, and put three sticks of incense on it every day as an offering. When the villain washes his hands, he will sink the jar into the sea and river.
This thing cannot be seen in the light, let alone the anger of people. The resentment inside has not dissipated. If people touch it, something unknown will happen. What is even weirder is that if the person behind touches it, the person in front will die. Until
The resentment in this jar has not dissipated, so after the monkey comes into contact with this jar, the middle-aged man will be met with misfortune. Of course, the monkey's luck is also very bad. It seems that the person in this jar died with too much resentment.
Even if a person dies, he is still not satisfied.
The monkey was frightened by my words and turned pale. He turned to me with a mournful face and said, "Tiger Head, what should I do now? I don't want to die yet. I haven't married a wife yet."
Although the monkey caused the trouble, I couldn't ignore it, so I called the old man, and the old man said to me: "Send it back to where it came from."
The Yellow River is the oldest river in China. It is a big dragon. The original path of the Yellow River was a small dragon. Later, when the dragon died, the Yellow River changed its path. I listened to Taixuan, but I also understood what the old man meant. He meant
Although this little dragon is dead, it is still more than enough to suppress the resentment in this jar.
After listening to the old man's words that the monkey would be fine, I calmed down and asked the monkey to put the jar away. During this period, no one else could touch it, and then we ran all the way towards the old path of the Yellow River.
After re-burying the Guitou jar in the old path of the Yellow River, we breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the city, preparing to rest one night and rush to Beijing tomorrow.
At first I thought the matter was over, so I relaxed my vigilance, but unexpectedly we were blocked in the hotel that night.
The people who came were a dark-skinned man with a beard and two half-grown young men. They were wearing leather jackets and had bulging waists that were obviously wearing something. Looking at the fierce look, I felt bad in my heart and thought about it.
Could it be that he came here for the dead Hunjiang Dragon?
Sure enough, the big man who called himself Liu De came in and saw the two of us. Without saying a word, he asked the young man behind him to take us away. The monkey was impatient and wanted to go up and argue, but I stopped him. Now we are in someone else's house.
On the ground, if we don't restrain our temper, we will definitely suffer.
There was a green Jinbei car parked outside the hotel, with a man and a woman waiting on it. It was too dark and I couldn't see the two people clearly. As soon as we got in the car, before we could sit firmly, the woman driving the car suddenly
Step on the accelerator and speed down the road.
"Sister, can you please take it easy? My little body can't stand your torment like this." The monkey complained, but I didn't stop him this time because I wasn't feeling well either.
It almost broke my waist. In addition, each of these people was as silent as a turtle, and I had been holding back my anger for a long time.
The female driver who was driving did not say anything, but Liu De, the bearded man next to him, sneered twice, grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, and said: "A sixty-year-old general and a seventy-year-old marquis, eighty-year-old wearing armor and carrying a horse
Head. You are such a bear and you still come out to travel around the world? It seems like things are really going downhill!"
I felt a little uncomfortable hearing these words. Isn't it clear that I look down on us? I was about to retort, but I couldn't help but thought. Why not take the opportunity to test him? After thinking about it, I said: "Grasshoppers on the mountain are worms on the mountain."
, green is green, red is red, the Dragon King Mo Xiaoyu is a small fish, even shrimps eat the dragons in the river."
"Hey, that's not a bad tone!" the bearded man said with a sneer, but he quickly came back to his senses and realized that there was something in my words.
What I mean is very obvious. We are the same people at the top of the mountain and at the bottom of the mountain. No one should look down on the other. In addition, I also know your identity, but I have not antagonized you. The water in this well does not conflict with the water in the river.
You don't have to do this to us.
In addition to the bearded man, there was also the female driver among the few people who understood the meaning of my words and couldn't help but asked coldly: "Then let me ask you how Uncle Zhang died? Don't tell me that this matter has nothing to do with you.
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As soon as I heard that they were really here because of the Hunjianglong thing, I felt reassured, but before I could say anything, the monkey couldn't help shouting: "Hey, let me tell you, this thing is really true.
It has nothing to do with us, that person is seeking death on his own, you can't blame us."
I knew I was going to be bad as soon as I heard what the monkey said. Sure enough, when I heard the words, the people around me all looked at us coldly. Their eyes were so cold that it made people feel like they had fallen into ice slag.
But as soon as the monkey started talking, he couldn't stop himself, and then shouted: "Hey, don't look at me like this, I know who he is, isn't he just a bastard? Then my old man is still a country mouse.
Do you know, Rat King? According to the rules, you have to bow three times to my old man when you see him, but we don’t scare you."
The bearded man didn't say anything after hearing this, and just kept sneering. However, a half-grown young man next to him couldn't help shouting: "What's wrong with the Rat King? The Rat King works well in your place, but not in our place.
Now that I have said it, our big dragon head is no worse than your rat king. On the roads on both sides of the Yellow River, there is no one who sees our big dragon head but bows and bows. The loach also wants to make trouble in the sea, I think you should save your money!"
I heard that they were fighting for the master here, and my scalp felt numb for a while, and I complained a little bit about the monkey in my heart. These things cannot be said openly. There are rules on the road. This strong dragon will not suppress the local snake. You can lift the old man up.
Not only will this not solve the problem, it may also make things more complicated.
Fortunately, the bearded man was also a sensible person and hurriedly stopped the young man who was talking. However, I was already exposed, so I don’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
The car took many turns and turned more and more sideways, and drove for nearly an hour before arriving at a remote village. This village was in a mountain nook, like a toad squatting on the ground. There were not many people in it, only a few
Ten households. But the car did not drive into the village. Instead, it turned inside, walked around the village, and stopped in front of an earthen kiln.
We were escorted in and discovered that this was a cave dwelling the size of two houses. The terrain here is higher and the inside of the cave dwelling was very dry. As soon as we entered, we saw a wooden table with an old oil lamp burning on it.
There were two people sitting next to them. The top one was a thin old man with white hair, wearing reading glasses and holding a piece of porcelain in his hand, looking through it.
The person accompanying me was a middle-aged man, whose face was somewhat similar to the old man's. This should be a father and son.
Seeing these two people, I felt a little uneasy in my heart. The most taboo thing for people in this industry is to be touched, but now we were taken directly to the old man's nest. This means that we are only given
You leave two paths open, either you can resolve this matter peacefully and everyone becomes friends, or you can't even think of walking out of this cave dwelling.
After bringing us in, the bearded man walked up to the old man and whispered a few words. The old man put down the porcelain in his hand, looked up at us, adjusted his reading glasses, and said in a calm tone: "No, all the guests are here."
Come on, don't neglect us! Beard, give us a seat, don't let people think we have no rules."