The first time I came into contact with the extremely powerful Mr. Yin Yang was in 2006, when I was 13 years old.
In September, the aunts in the village walked by outside my courtyard chatting, talking about the old man of the Li family who got into trouble with evil spirits.
"Li Qingshan spent a lot of money this time. He came all the way from the capital city to invite the master named Mr. Xie. He is said to be worried about ghosts. Do you know how he got here? By plane!"
"Oh my god, I heard that air tickets are very expensive. The Li family will have to spend 1,800 yuan just to reimburse travel expenses this time!"
An aunt was speechless, "You have to let Lao Litou watch this. If he doesn't, the money will be wasted."
"Look at your little knowledge, it's a plane! It has wings! It can fly around in the sky for a few times, and even 1,800 yuan doesn't even have enough gas money."
The aunt who took over the problem was well-informed and said, "Didn't Li Qingshan lie down a long time ago? As long as he can save his father's life, money is not a problem. Even if a thousand means ten thousand, our village Lao Cai is not good enough. Otherwise, Li Qingshan will still have money."
Do you need to hire someone outside? How happy is it that Lao Cai Kaka solved it?!"
"His Aunt Li, you can't say that. Lao Cai is over seventy, and the marriage has long been passed down to his daughter. The last time I asked Aunt Cai to look after the matter, it was just that the child was weak, and besides, Lao Cai was seldom active.
When it comes to fighting evil spirits, Grandma Bai Xian'er's main focus is on curing diseases, and she doesn't dare to do this casually."
"Well, I just think it's a pity that Lao Cai doesn't earn this money."
"What's a pity? Money or life..."
The sound of people gradually faded away. I was doing homework in the courtyard, and my ears were picking up the sound.
Recently, people pass by and talk about Grandpa Li's house every day.
No way.
Whoever called my house is on the only way to Li's house.
Speaking of which, Grandpa Li is really evil.
There has always been a small temple in our village, right next to the land at the west end of the village. It is about half a person tall and built with blue bricks and tiles.
Generally, when you see this kind of simple temple in other places, you will think it is a local temple, but this is not the case in our village.
The old people in the village said it was a wild temple.
It is full of lonely ghosts.
As long as I can remember, the small temple has been a part of the village that cannot be ignored, and it will make its presence felt from time to time.
Every year around the Qingming Festival, or around the middle of July, it will emit the sound of men and women singing in the middle of the night.
It's as if someone has set up a stage in front of the temple, and the sound of strings and sassafras playing can be heard far away along with various singing styles.
The small temple is still right next to the earth. I pass by it when I go to farm, and bones are often found in the ground.
Forget about bone sticks and bone residue.
If you're lucky, you can poke out a skull and make eye contact.
Don't ask if you are afraid of harm.
Numb.
The small temple has existed for too long.
He is older than some of the elders in the village.
It is said that during the Republic of China, a troupe passed by the village late at night. During that time, there was war and chaos. They met Hu Huzi while passing by here.
Not only were the troupe robbed of all their money, but their lives were also lost. After the blizzard, their bodies were covered.
After many days, villagers passing by noticed something unusual.
He wondered why there were more mounds of earth appearing out of thin air. Putting aside the drifting snow, he saw corpses scattered everywhere.
Every one of them was dead, with gray eyes staring out, and there were blood stains at the corners of their eyes.
He seemed to have performed in an opera before he died, and the oil paint on his face was shocking in the cold winter.
The horrific corpses almost sent away the villagers who discovered them.
Since then, strange things have often happened in the village.
In the middle of the night, someone would hurriedly knock on the door and call for help, but no one would open the door.
The weirdest thing is that even if the door is wide open, the door panel will keep banging, and the cry for help is so close that no one can be seen.
Not long after, the beards who roamed the countryside suddenly died one after another on the ground at the west end of the village.
I thought things would stop once the evil-doer died, but unexpectedly the knocking on the door continued.
The villagers couldn't bear it and asked Grandpa Cai's grandfather to help deal with it.
After contacting Mr. Cai, he said that the troupe's resentment was too strong and that it was a form of rape.
His Taoism cannot be destroyed, and if he is forced to do so, it will not only bring disaster to the descendants of his Cai family, but also affect the Feng Shui destiny of the village.
After thinking over and over again, Mr. Cai decided to seek coexistence and built a small temple for the dead to appease them.
For nearly a hundred years, the small temple has accompanied the growth of several generations of people in our village with the sound of opera.
Anyway, it sings its story, and we have to live ours.
If children in other villages are disobedient, their parents may threaten them with the big bad wolf, and the big bad wolf may take them away.
Our village is much more simple and rude. If you don’t obey, you will be thrown into a small temple!
It's easier than the big bad wolf, and it's easy to take care of children.
I thought we would always be able to coexist with Xiaomiao without conflict.
Unexpectedly, it was splashed with black dog blood by someone some time ago.
The unscrupulous one even threw a bowl of it!
It’s like being poor and having fun!
Grandpa Li was also tricked!
To be precise, after Grandpa Li was attacked, the Li family discovered that the small temple had been splashed with blood.
About a week ago, Grandpa Li went to a banquet and couldn't wake up after returning home.
The Li family wondered if it was the old man's drinking that caused cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. After all, there was an old man in the village who suffered from cerebral infarction and cerebral hemorrhage after drinking. Li Qingshan was in a hurry to send his father to the hospital. He didn't expect that as soon as the old man was lifted up,
I sang it with my eyes closed!
Everyone is familiar with the singing tune of humming, humming, and humming, which is our village’s exclusive late-night lullaby.
The Li family tacitly put Grandpa Li back on the kang and went to invite Grandpa Cai nearby.
Grandpa Cai quickly found out the crux of the problem, which was in the small temple. This situation seemed like a collision.
It's obvious that there was filth in the temple, but people haven't caused any trouble in a hundred years, they just open their voices from time to time.
Now that I have been splashed with bad blood, it is like being poured head-on with hot oil.
Stab!
The oil is booming.
They hurt.
Grandpa Li was caught!
As for who did this evil and smoking thing, and why it happened to Grandpa Li, Grandpa Cai couldn't figure it out, and frankly said that he couldn't solve it. He urged the Li family to hire capable people as soon as possible. This situation is comparable to a violent situation.
The ghost comes out of the cage.
If it is not resolved as soon as possible, not only will Mr. Li die, but the village that has been peaceful for nearly a hundred years will once again face strange things.
What should I do if someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night and calls for help?
Can you open the door?
This time the dirty guy showed no courtesy and just climbed in through the window and sat on the bedside of your home.
The Li family felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, and they didn't want to think about how they got entangled. The first priority was to solve it first.
As soon as Mr. Li found him, Grandpa Li also started to make trouble.
Singing non-stop for twenty-four hours.
Before Xie Sui could be sent away, Grandpa Li became serious.
not talking.
All kinds of work.
A moment later, she was wearing a Tsing Yi, with gently dancing sleeves and a graceful waist.
After a while, he was a swordsman, carrying a mop stick as a red tassel spear.
She can even caress the pheasant's tail with her hands, making her look like Mu Guiying!
Not only that, he can also do various small steps, running around the room in circles, his hands seem to be holding his belt and his legs are kicking.
In just a few seconds, Grandpa Li felt like he was about to make a bold move.
Although we didn't look at it, don't worry, some people passed by my yard and talked about it.
It was like Grandpa Li was appearing in front of me!