This time I went out with Uncle Hu Zi. Before, many brothers were together, but now I am the only one left, and I am still not used to it.
Compared to trivial matters like reading Feng Shui and catching ghosts, I still like to travel around the world and fight with my brothers. This kind of life is what I want.
But I can’t waste the various yin and yang feng shui skills passed down by my master. After all, I am responsible for the source of funds for the entire Lao Liu combination.
We set off in the afternoon and it was already dark when we arrived in Runing County.
We originally planned to go directly to the old farmer's village at night, but the old farmer said that the road leading to their village was very difficult and not open to traffic. It would take half a day just to walk there. It was so dark that it wouldn't be long until dawn. You can definitely get to the village.
After he said this, I realized why their village was so poor, with no contact with the outside world, and even no roads were repaired.
We had no choice but to find a hotel in the county and stay there.
Uncle Hu Zi and I are not short of money, so we naturally have to stay in a better hotel in this county. Anyway, we can't treat ourselves badly.
The old farmer said it was too expensive and could he exchange it for a cheaper one? He would pay for it.
This time I came out as voluntary labor, and I had no intention of asking for money from the village, so naturally I couldn't let the old farmer pay. In the end, it was Uncle Huzi who took the money and specially opened a room for the old farmer.
The old farmer was very excited and said he had never lived in such a nice place in his life.
Later, Uncle Huzi went to a restaurant outside to order some dishes and brought them to the hotel. We ate and chatted.
Through chatting, I learned that the old farmer’s surname was Hu, his given name was Hu Rui, and he was the head of Wali Village. Ever since the village was haunted by ghosts, he had been suffering from headaches all day long. People kept dying in the village, and he was extremely anxious. He had reported it before I called the police, but they didn't find anything after they arrived. They walked around the village for a few times and then left.
It's really useless to approach them about this matter, unless we can contact the special task force, maybe they can find a way.
But this Wali village is so far away that it is basically impossible for them to contact the special team.
After eating and drinking, a few of us went to bed. Early the next morning, we set off directly towards Wali Village.
After driving for two or three hours, there was no road ahead, and then there were endless mountains.
The village chief Hu Rui said that he could only walk down and walk for another two or three hours before he could reach the village.
So, he led the way through some narrow paths, twists and turns, and over mountains and ridges. My legs were numb from walking.
Uncle Huzi followed me like Zhu Bajie who went to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures. As he walked, he complained: "What do you think we are trying to do? We haven't made any money. We are as tired as dogs. We still have to run." Being so far away in the mountains and forests, the soles of my shoes will wear out."
"The double red stick from back then is gone. Where is the energy that I used to chase people for several streets with a big blade? Let's keep going. Let's consider it as a good deed."
"That's what the young master said. The next time you go through the tribulation, you will be spared two thunders." Uncle Hu Zi nodded.
It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.
When Uncle Huzi said this, I realized that I was really about to pass the tribulation, and there were still a few months left.
By then it was time for Xiaopang to come back down the mountain.
The five of us, plus Xiaopang and Chilang, this combination, I feel is simply invincible.
Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it.
I have experienced a lot of overcoming tribulations. Three years is a small catastrophe, and nine years is a major catastrophe. The next time I go through tribulations, it will be a small one, and it should not kill me.
We'll see, no one knows what will happen.
In this way, we walked for another two or three hours and finally arrived at the Wali Village that Village Chief Hu mentioned.
Surrounded by mountains, there are almost hundreds of families sitting in a ravine. It is daytime, just in time for lunch, smoke is curling up, and the surroundings are green, with mountains and water, the environment is good, and it feels like It's like a paradise.
There's no reason why a place like this should be haunted.
Soon our group arrived at the village.
From a distance, the village looks good. However, upon closer inspection, I realize that the village is very dilapidated. Most of the houses are adobe or stone houses, and there are very few brick and tile structures.
There were not many people in the village, but there were a few children playing in the village, all of them wearing tattered and dirty clothes.
Also, even the brother and the child don’t even have shoes on.
Last time, Sloppy and I went to Daliang Mountain. It was quite poor there, and this place was not much better than that place.
The village chief took a group of us directly to the village committee, settled down for the time being, and was busy bringing us tea and water, and also said that he would kill a chicken for us to eat later.
Uncle Huzi and I were tired from walking, so we sat in the dilapidated village committee and looked around.
It is said to be a village committee, but it is actually an idle private house. There is a long table and a few broken benches in the house. There are several portraits of great people hanging on the wall. It looks like it is many years old.
Not long after, the village chief called over a few villagers and started killing chickens and fish, busy making lunch for us.
I told the village chief that it doesn’t need to be too troublesome, just keep it simple.
However, the village chief said no, saying that we were honored guests in the village and must entertain us with the highest standards.
I can't help it, the people in this village are too enthusiastic.
After waiting for almost more than an hour, lunch was finally ready. It was actually nothing. I killed a chicken, stewed a fish, stewed potatoes and meat, and so on.
Although the food is simple, it tastes very good.
The chickens here are all free-range chickens, raised by the people in the village themselves, and the fish are also caught from the river.
When I was eating chicken, I thought of the big cock that used to suck my fat butt. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. Time flies so fast.
The village chief greeted several elders in the village and drank a few drinks with Uncle Huzi and me.
After eating and drinking, the village chief asked us what should we do next?
I said don't worry, we will wait until after dark. The ghost will come out to make trouble after dark. After a while, Uncle Huzi and I walked around the village.
The village chief said that's fine, I'll accompany you for a walk.
Afterwards, the three of us left the village committee and wandered around the village.
At this time, I suddenly remembered something, so I asked the village chief: "In which house did Mr. Yin and Yang die? Take us to see it."
"Okay, I'll take you there."
As the village chief said, he took us to two intersections and stopped at the door of a dilapidated house with half of its roof collapsed.
"The gentleman died in this house back then," the village chief said.
I opened my heavenly eyes and looked towards the house. My heart sank and I immediately felt the breath of the magic circle.
