Yellow Springs Inn (Bai Fan) Chapter 4: The bardo

Ever since Qinghong could remember, he had heard the name of the Wulong King countless times. Every time his name was mentioned, the faces of the villagers would flash a look of awe and fear. An indelible scene in his childhood memory.

The nights in the countryside are usually unusually quiet, especially in an area that is almost isolated from the outside world like the junction of Hunan and Guizhou. Every night, the whole environment is even more quiet.

In this era of lack of recreational activities, people usually choose to go to bed early after a day of hard work in the fields.

When Qinghong walked alone on the bluestone road in the countryside with the talisman paper that his grandfather entrusted to him, the lights in the village had already been turned off, and everything was completely silent as far as the eye could see.

The thousand-layer-soled cloth shoes stepped on the bluestone slabs on the ground, making rustling friction sounds, and the osmanthus trees planted on both sides of the path were indistinct, like groups of soldiers, as if silently guarding the village under the night .

Although for an aboriginal resident of the Hunan and Guizhou region, walking at night is commonplace, but when Qinghong wandered alone on the path paved with bluestone slabs, Ma Laosan's pale face flashed from time to time In my mind, a cold sweat broke out on the back of my whole person.

Boldly go forward for a few minutes, and the Huangquan Station with red lanterns hanging at the east end of the village is already in sight.

Since the Xiangxi area in the 1970s was not connected to electricity, after night, the outside can almost be described as being invisible.

Fortunately, there was a bright moon hanging high in the night sky that night. Although it was occasionally blocked by clouds and mist, there was still some cold moonlight to illuminate the path ahead for Qinghong.

There was a trace of fear growing in his heart, recalling the inexplicable words of his grandfather before going out, Qinghong was even more disturbed.

At the moment when his heart was up and down, a red light flashed suddenly on the path in front of him, as if something was floating past quickly.

Qinghong, who was already extremely nervous, looked at the red shadow again at this time, and suddenly became a little frightened.

Fortunately, Wulong King's station was not too far from Zhu Bianque's traditional Chinese medicine shop. After all this trouble, it was less than 50 meters away from the gate of the station.

Looking at the red lantern hanging high in the night, Qinghong couldn't help but congratulate himself.

However, at this moment, a soft and boneless voice suddenly sounded in the ear.

"Zhu Qinghong, where are you going..."

The voice sounded a bit ethereal, and there was a hint of coldness, as if without any emotion, like a cry emanating from the darkness of hell, making one's scalp tingle.

After hearing this inexplicable call, Qinghong immediately stopped running forward, and instinctively turned around to investigate.

But when I turned around and took a closer look, except for the winding bluestone slab road when I came here, there were only a few sparse old-fashioned mud houses standing quietly under the moonlight, and there were no shadows of strangers at all. .

"Which guy is so boring at night?"

Qinghong cursed secretly in his heart, turned his head and walked quickly to Wulongwang's station again.

After taking two steps away, the soft and boneless but cold voice sounded in my ears again.

"Zhu Qinghong, why are you ignoring me...?"

This time because of a little psychological preparation, when the voice appeared, Qinghong didn't feel the slightest fear. At that moment, anger took the upper hand in his heart.

Immediately bravely prepared to go back and see who was playing the prank.

But the moment Qinghong was about to turn around, a legend that his grandfather once told him suddenly came to mind.

It is said that in the vast Hunan and Guizhou region, there is a kind of wild ghost that often shouts to people who drive at night in the middle of the night. Put out the sun on the road.

According to Zhu Youke's yin and yang lineage, every living person has three true yang fires on his body, and in some areas it is also called three lights, which stand on his shoulders and on top of his head.

These three true yang fires are a concrete manifestation of whether a person's vital signs are strong or not.

As long as these three true yang fires are burning normally, then this person must be in good health and free from evil spirits.

But if a yang fire is extinguished on the body, then this person will definitely have some minor illnesses and disasters in a short time.

If two yang fires are extinguished, then the yang energy in this person is already quite weak. At this time, ghosts and evil spirits will take the opportunity to lie on the person's shoulders and blow the last fire on the head of the sky. The villagers call it ghosts. Blow the lamp.

If all three fires are extinguished, then this person will die soon.

In the evening, Chen Luo and the others sent Ma Laosan with death energy around his head because all three yang fires on his body were extinguished, which gave the evil spirit an opportunity to take advantage of it.

After thinking of this relationship~IndoMTL.com~ the head that was about to turn back was rigidly froze on the spot. Out of the corner of the eye, I suddenly found that standing on the ground more than ten meters behind, Looking at a person in red, because his head was not completely turned away, Qinghong would not be able to really see the appearance of the person for a while.

But it is enough to show that it is not someone who is playing a prank secretly, but that he really got into trouble.

Thin beads of sweat kept coming out of his back, and a small heart was beating wildly.

Deliberately wanted to turn around to see the man in red for a closer look, but recalling that he had turned around just once, he was immediately too frightened to act rashly again.

If Zhu Bianque's statement about Yanghuo is true, then when Qinghong turned around for the first time, the man in red (or ghost) behind him had already taken the opportunity to blow out the Yanghuo on his shoulder.

If you turn around rashly at this time, wouldn't it be another chance for the other party to blow out the flames.

If she blows out two yang fires, then the evil spirit can take advantage of his lack of yang energy to attack him, and it will be even more difficult to resist.

After figuring this out, Qinghong couldn't help but secretly sucked in a breath of air, and forcibly suppressed his inner curiosity.

Fu managed to stabilize his mind again, then slowly turned his head back, and ran quickly to the Wulongwang station without any explanation.

I thought that as long as I arrived at the Wulong King's house, no matter what mountain spirit or ghost came, it would be impossible for me to invade half a point.

As the footsteps continued to move forward, the ghost screams behind him became more and more urgent and frequent. There is an invisible attraction calling him back.