Shen Fu counted with his fingers: "Take the eighteen evil spirits of feng shui as an example. The gate of ghosts you built broke through the sky, Huangquan Road broke through the heart, Naihe broke the feet, and the back of the Yin Mountain beat Lianzhen." , As for the dead city, they also charged at the gates. . . . All of them are charged with evil spirits. If a living person walks there, he will be mentally weak, and if a ghost walks inside, the impact will be even greater."
After he finished speaking, Meng Changqing's face changed a little, but he immediately returned to normal. I was also a little surprised. He spoke too professionally, and it didn't look like it looked from a book at all. It's just that he said so bluntly in front of them that they didn't build it right, isn't he afraid that others will be angry?
The old man was also a little surprised by Shen Fu's words, but after looking at Shen Fu's immature face, he said: "After the construction is completed, the old man has no dreams, it is still useful."
While speaking, a voice came from outside the door, followed by a man about fifty years old standing at the door, the old man immediately stood up and respectfully called Uncle Huang when he saw this man, and then gave up his seat for him.
This Uncle Huang is as tall as an old man, only about 1.5 meters. The head flower is a little gray, half of the corner of the right ear is missing, and the monkey cheeks are quite different from the white-haired boy I imagined. The most important thing is that when he came in, he had an unpleasant smell on his body. Out of politeness, we all just frowned and tried not to cover our noses.
After sitting down, Uncle Huang glanced at the seven of us and said, "This time there are two little dolls here. If you have nothing to do, you can go out tomorrow. This day, batches after batches come here, just deep in the mountains and forests. I don't know why I ran here."
This Uncle Huang seemed a bit tempered. He complained directly when he saw us, and he didn't care about our face.
Meng Changqing and Shen Fu smiled awkwardly after hearing this, Second Uncle Huang then looked at Shen Fu and said, "I heard everything you said just now, young people don't know the seriousness, but you know so much at such a young age." Basha, no matter what is good or bad, you can say it without thinking about it, if you have something to say, you can say it."
Shen Fu smiled awkwardly again, and apologized.
After the second uncle Huang finished speaking in one breath, he directly picked up the hookah that the old man put aside, lit it up and smoked it himself, after taking a few puffs, he got up and said: "It's okay, I left, I thought I was dead Woolen cloth."
After sending the second uncle Huang out, the old man came back and said, "He is a bit blunt, but he doesn't mean anything malicious. Don't compete with him, stay here at night, and we will send you out tomorrow morning."
Chen Xiaosheng, Wei Qing and the others were naturally not willing, but Shen Fu was not happy anymore, they had come to this point, turned around and left, wouldn't all the previous sufferings be in vain.
It could be seen that he was not happy, but he didn't say it out. Everyone else drove him away, so how could he beg for him not to leave in front of others?
Without continuing to discuss the topic of leaving, Shen Fu chatted with this person, the old man was quite kind, as long as there were no excessive questions, he answered them one by one.
The old man's name is Hu Ruicheng, and he is the head of this village. The ancestors of this village moved in in the 1930s and 1940s to escape the famine outside.
Shen Fu asked the old man why the people here are generally shorter.
The answer given by the old man is that the terrain here is not good, the sun does not shine on people all the year round, and the place is full of stagnant water when it rains. The environment is so bad that people often get sick. Over time, people become shorter and shorter. uglier. It was precisely because of their ugly appearance that they stayed in the deep mountains and did not go out, only occasionally sending a better-looking one out to exchange some necessary things.
Talking until late at night, several other people fell asleep due to the mental fatigue of the fear just now, and only Shen Fu, me, Meng Changqing and the village chief remained awake.
After a while, the village head couldn't take it anymore, arranged a place for us to sleep and went out.
After the village chief left, Shen Fu asked Meng Changqing if he would leave tomorrow.
Meng Changqing said that he came here specially to see the ancient temple, and he would not leave without seeing it. Shen Fu and Meng Changqing hit it off immediately. Afterwards, Meng Changqing asked Shen Fu how he knew so much at a young age.
Shen Fu said with a smile that he read a lot of story books, and said that the valley is surrounded by mountains, and the mountains are full of shadows. In addition, the time of sunlight is not as long as outside, so this place has become a place of absolute shade. If the villagers continue to live here, If you suffer too much from these negative things, you will become more and more deformed, and your life span will become shorter and shorter.
Meng Changqing asked Shen Fu how to solve it.
Shen Fu laughed and said that he didn't know about it, it wasn't written in the book, and then told Meng Changqing to go to bed quickly, and take the time to visit the ancient temple tomorrow to see what the ancient temple that can recite scriptures looks like.
Meng Changqing responded, lay down on his back and fell asleep.
After sleeping for a while, he felt someone moving beside him, opened his eyes and saw that Shen Fu had already got up from the bed and went outside.
After Shen Fu left, Meng Changqing also sat up and asked if I would go out with him?
Of course I was willing, and he didn't refuse, and quietly followed me out with me.
Shen Fu went straight out of the fence of the village. After entering the dense forest, he found an extremely quiet place, and started writing with a flashlight. There were two sheets in total, one of which he respectfully placed in front of him, and the other Zhang Ta clasped it in front of his face with the brass bell he took out from his backpack.
After buckling, he circled a red rope around the surrounding trees, stringed copper coins, and lit sandalwood.