The rustling fallen trees on the bank have shaken off their cold leaves. They are shivering in the night wind, and there is an unstoppable crackling sound coming from the branches. They are swaying like an old man who has caught a cold in the middle of the night. They are hysterical in one piece. The ground was coughing violently, and the figure reflected on the restless water surface reflected a series of strange and bizarre shadows like the shadows of cup-bowed snakes.
The frightened boss of the ship stopped the ship and docked without any instructions. He fastened the moorings and ropes as fast as he could. He never stopped angrily scolding the young disciples on the ship, as if this was the only way to hide the panic in his heart.
The four disciples did not dare to express their anger and followed the instructions without hesitation. However, their hands and feet were trembling and they made mistakes again and again.
But from the beginning to the end, the ship boss only dared to be angry at his own people. When he looked at the D citizens, his eyes began to dodge with awe, as if there was a trace of synesthetic fear of unknown and hidden things hidden in his emotions when he looked at them.
Jiang Wenliu took a step back, deliberately looking at the dark sea and sky, and was on guard against the strange sound like dragons roaring and thundering in the sea. Fortunately, from beginning to end, the sound seemed to disappear under the mysterious abyss of the sea, never to be seen again. No recurrence.
The D civilians, old and young, also kept silent. The strong fear could be felt without words. The old people kept mumbling vague words in their mouths, stretched out their hands on the heads of the D civilian children, and drew curved and winding words over and over again. texture.
Fear comes from the unknown and from indescribable memories.
Compared with the cowering, evasive and timid image during the day, the adult D citizens at this time were naked, with ferocious and sinuous tattoos all over their bodies. The originally dark skin seemed to have rolled through boiling water, revealing a layer of blood that was difficult to conceal. The red color fluctuates with intense exhalation.
Their whole bodies were trembling, their eyes were in pain and weeping due to the stimulation of sewage, but they relied on years of numbness to endure without saying a word. It was not until their relatives smoothed their clenched hands that they shook off the blood from between their fingers and into the lines on their palms. There were traces of pale and smelly flesh.
This is probably the first time that the physical distance between life and death has been so close and so tit-for-tat.
The people on the shore were beating gongs and drums as they approached, desperately trying to drive away the ominous situation. Obviously they could not guess that the ship would arrive in the dark night, and it would be accompanied by such a terrifying scene.
And Jiang Wen did not expect that he would meet Yan Yongchun and his daughter again under such circumstances.
"Miss Yan, Uncle Yan!"
In order to prove that he was alive, Jiang Wen came to the shore and saw the leader of the crowd waving torches. It was a familiar tall figure. He was leading the way with fast steps. It was completely different from the panic behind him, turning back three times with each step, and occasionally making roaring sounds. of villagers.
A fishy smell could still be smelled as the breeze passed by the river. Yan Yongchun seemed to hear the sound on the boat. Before he could identify the person, Yuan Ziyi rushed out first, and the two immediately confirmed each other's identities.
"Zi Yi? Aren't you in the city? Why are you on this night boat?"
Yan Yongchun grabbed Yuan Ziyi's arm in surprise, then turned around to see Jiang Wen's half-smiling expression, and his tone became even more surprised, "Master Jiang, aren't you in Wuyi Mountain? Why are you here too?!"
Seeing Yan Yongchun's appearance, Jiang Wen was sure that he had reached his destination at this time. Although there were inexplicable twists and turns in the process, it was not much different from the plan.
"Miss Yan, it seems that this is not a place where we can stay for a long time. Let's take us to the village first."
Yan Yongchun suddenly nodded, turned to look at the villagers behind him, but frowned slightly.
Yan's father also came forward and exchanged a few words. He also felt that this was not a place where he would stay for a long time. The sea with waves in the distance was still not calm, and it seemed that something secret was still brewing. So the group turned back without hesitation. The figure and flames stretched towards Zhangqiugang Village.
But the sights along the way also made Jiang Wen frown.
Zhangqiugang Village is located at the mouth of the Xijiang River, with direct access to the sea in the south. It is like a gateway between the river and the sea. It should have been a prosperous place for trade and shipping. As you can see from their journey,
The sandbar by the river was actually covered with densely packed graves. The shallow burials were washed away by the tide, and traces of many skeletons could be seen here and there.
Under the cold wind and cold moon, with dead trees and grass lining the roads, everyone walking on the dirt road could only feel the miserable wind and sobbing. All kinds of sounds hovered in their ears, mixed into the sad sound of silk and bamboo orchestral sounds, and continued from there. The sound surged out of the muddy stone caves. Only by banging and playing drums desperately could these strange sounds that shake people's hearts be suppressed.
Jiang Wen and Yuan Ziyi looked at each other. Only then did they know the functions of the various musical instruments in the hands of the villagers.
"When did Zhangqiugang Village become like this..."
The captain of the ship hurriedly followed Jiang Wen. He didn't seem to believe what he was seeing. He turned to the young disciple who was accompanying him on the ship and said, "When I went out to sea to burn incense a few months ago, it was still very nice here."
But his words did not stabilize people's hearts. Instead, they triggered a new round of panic. The result of whispers was that they were all speculating on whether they were treading on the ancient road between the underworld and the underworld.
"This can't be the Netherworld."
Jiang Wen said to them without any argument, "I've seen it before, there should be yellow turbid water and big squirming insects."
After saying this, the remaining people became even more frightened. They only thought that they would encounter a group of Minotaur Ghosts escorting lonely ghosts on the dirt road.
Sometimes large numbers of people can embolden people, but sometimes large numbers of people will only inadvertently strengthen psychological cues and turn into group fear, making it even more difficult to stay calm. Nowadays, the whispers of the ship boss are becoming more and more outrageous, and on the river It seemed to Wen that these sleep-deprived and listless villagers could not rely on the confused and frightened looks in each other's eyes to give each other much mental help.
The hoarseness and weakness revealed behind the bursts of drum music, and the sloppy footsteps noticed while reluctantly marching, all made the scene before them somewhat strange, making people even more afraid to look forward to the end of this road. However, it was not just the villagers. After careful observation, Jiang Wen found that even Yan Yongchun, whose spiritual will was far beyond ordinary people and whose martial arts attainments were extraordinary, could not hide his mental exhaustion at this time, leaving only burning eyes. The unquenchable perseverance is helping her resist the heavy pressure from the outside world.
"Miss Yan, are you okay?"
Jiang Wen looked up and knew that this was a symptom of mental exhaustion and overthinking. If things continued like this, it might cause mental damage, so he asked.
Yan Yongchun forced a smile, his bright face looking a little pale in the moonlight.
"I'm fine, Master Jiang. The village has been a bit unstable recently. Please allow me to tell you the details when I get to the front."
Fortunately, Zhangqiugang Village was not too far away. Everyone watched the road go up and down, and soon came to a small hill. They saw a dense forest, with a narrow path revealed in it.
Everyone then hurriedly passed through a stone archway engraved with "Sea Calm Waves", and finally saw the scattered appearance of village houses. On the outside, they looked peaceful and peaceful, but the village was falling into a deep sleep at night.
However, upon closer inspection, Jiang Wen and the others discovered that although the houses in this village were neat and tidy, there was a row of white paper lanterns densely covered under the eaves. The red words "Die" on them were so clear that they were almost ferocious. They kept shaking in the wind, leaving a bright patch of paper. Bloody shadow.
As Yuan Ziyi said before, the young people in Zhangqiugang Village were tricked into drowning in the water. Now almost every family is in a tragic situation. When they are already without a master, they will inevitably become even more distracted.
When Jiang Wen and his entourage arrived at the house filled with white paper lanterns, the villagers who had been walking past them didn't look at each other, and their footsteps became faster and faster. They were almost jogging to avoid their own homes, and they actually refused to even glance at them. Look.
Yuan Ziyi couldn't help but feel doubtful. She turned around and looked quietly at the village houses on both sides of the road, ignoring the same low walls and thatched roofs as if they were just looking at things, trying to detect the weirdness of things.
She walked in front of the cramped village house, and saw dim lights and numerous shadows in the house. It was not as bright as the doorway illuminated by a white lantern.
Among the shadows of the village houses, Yuan Ziyi vaguely saw someone standing in the door of a certain room waving greetings. He was wearing a faded plain linen coat, slightly bent over and his head lowered, and his expression could not be seen at all.
Yuan Ziyi suddenly noticed something unusual, quickly stopped, and quickly returned to the door of the house where Bai Ying had just been glimpsed, but this time she only felt her scalp numb, and her back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.
"Girl in purple, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Wen also stopped curiously and came to Yuan Ziyi, who was standing still, but was instantly grabbed by her cold and sweaty palm, and her other hand pointed firmly into the house.
"I...I just saw someone waving in the house..."
Jiang Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he looked in the direction pointed by Yuan Ziyi, only to see two dimly lit oil lamps suddenly lighting up among the dimly lit village houses, while the white candles next to them had long since burned out and turned into ashes. The puddle of melted wax in front of the offering table.
The open door panel was covered with pale talismans, densely packed like mold spots growing in the dark, but the person Yuan Ziyi said was waving was nowhere to be seen. There was only a huge black coffin placed in the main hall, and the coffin lid stood alone. On the side, there was a long and thick piece of burlap wrapped around it, and some suspicious and smelly water stains were dripping on the floor of the hall.
"The yang house lives in the shadows, and the gods guard the house..."
Jiang Wen murmured to himself, and sure enough he found a piece of red paper taped to the altar table in front of the black coffin. With rough and bold brushwork, there was a picture of a turtle-shaped crane with big ears and round eyes, and a beard as hard as an iron halberd. The long-bearded god, wearing a red robe, looked at Jiang Wen angrily.
"I just don't know how they could put a body in a home but no one lives in it?"
Under this extreme psychological suggestion, Jiang Wen was not sure what Yuan Ziyi had seen, but he knew that it would be useless to stay for a long time, so he immediately pulled her away from the house.
Looking along the way, Jiang Wen found that every village house was similar, with black coffins and red-robed gods in the halls. There was no trace of human beings in the crooked corridors of the houses. The whole village seemed to be occupied by the dead. , turned into a strange and dark place.
At the end of the road is a majestic and majestic temple. After filing in, we found that the temple was actually filled with anxious villagers. They lived in the open air from the Yimen to the main hall, as if they could only live under the protection of the gods nearby. In exchange for a little comfort.
The four words "Ancient Temple of the South China Sea" are written on the temple door. The main ridge and side ridges of the roof are made of Shiwan terracotta tiles and Bogu flower panels. There are flying dragons playing with beads, turtles holding the ridges, colorful phoenixes rising toward the sun, and various mythological beasts guarding them. The structure is exquisite and majestic, which is in line with the style of this majestic and generous temple.
Yan Yongchun, who had been silent all the way, took a deep breath when he stepped into the main hall of Nanhai Temple. There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he didn't seem to notice the strangeness in Yuan Ziyi's expression.
"Headmaster Jiang, we have seen too many strange and strange things in the village these days. I really don't know how to describe it..."
Yan Yongchun stood in the main hall, looking at the majestic statue in the shrine wearing a red python robe, and talked about what happened recently.
Zhangqiugang Village is located in Haikou by the river. It was originally just a cliff standing on the bank of the Xijiang River. There have always been rumors of strange river rocks. Even the majestic Nanhai Ancient Temple at the foot of the river has been visited by the river and the sea. Haike Merchant Travel donated money to build and protect the safety.
But there is no Dragon King Mazu in the temple. The person worshiped and prayed for is King Guangli Hongsheng. He has been the god who controls the South China Sea since ancient times. He is best at subduing rivers and floods and balancing rain and drought.
The temple has blue brick stone feet and red brick paving. The mung bean green terrazzo brick wall outside is bluish in color like inky jade. Fired from clay, it cannot be destroyed by water, fire, thunder and lightning. Behind the statue of King Guangli Hongsheng, there is a large relief mural. In the center is a five-clawed golden dragon spraying water over the Nanhai Temple. In the distance are large and small ships with white sails. There is a couplet on both sides of the relief mural. , respectively, "The true dragon appears in the waves thousands of miles away, and thousands of boats follow the water to make the pilgrimage to the Hongsheng."
It is said that where the statue of the god is located and under the mural, there is a legendary dragon acupuncture point. This dragon vein runs from Longtoushan through the Nanhai Ancient Temple and crosses the Pearl River to the end of Hualonggang in Panyu. The dragon acupoint is in the center of the bottom of the Nanhai statue in the temple hall. Suppressed the huge flood and prevented the Lingnan counties from turning into Zeguo. For this reason, the soil under the Dragon Point remains moist all year round even on Zhangqiu Hill.
But something happened recently, something unusual happened.
When the young people in the village go fishing in the sea, they often look out from the Xijiang River and see a huge copper boat floating in the mouth of the sea. It is covered with rust and has no sails and oars. It is drifting on the huge waves and emerges from the sea every midnight. , there will be a deafening roar, mixed with the sound of shouting and roaring in the sky, the scene is extremely horrifying.
After that, there were frequent shipwrecks outside Zhangqiu Gang. In particular, the ships of the Qing Navy frequently capsized when approaching. They could only be hastily buried on the sandbanks along the way. The corpses were exposed in a horrible way, and ghosts often cried every midnight. The sound came.
This matter was afraid of shaking the morale of the army, so the Guangzhou Admiral's secret orders were not passed on, and those who disobeyed the order were executed. However, Zhangqiugang Village has been tortured by capsized ships in the past few days. No one wants to wake up every day and encounter many dead bodies and corpses at the door of their home. The limbs were mutilated, so they asked a mage to do it, hoping to use the water and land dojo to extinguish the resentment in the sea.
Just ten days ago, a slovenly Taoist priest who claimed to be a living god came to the village. He first performed an "immortal art" of "sharpening his head, washing his face, and reborn his body." .
Then, he released two "dragons" as big as loaches from the gourd. He dug a small hole on the beach and threw the two loaches into the hole. After the loach entered the water, it immediately swam back and forth in the pit, sweeping its tail around the puddle. The surrounding areas of the puddle collapsed with the contact of its tail, and the area of the puddle became larger and larger. The water in the pit It also skyrocketed.
After a while, the length and width of the puddle in the sea became several feet. At this time, the Taoist said to the villagers: If the puddle becomes bigger, it will be difficult to catch the two dragons, so he Put these two dragon-turned-loaches back into the bottle. Seeing this, the villagers believed that there really was a dragon, and from then on they had great respect for the Taoist priest who claimed to be a living god.
After winning trust step by step, the Taoist priest told the villagers categorically that the reason why Zhangqiugang Village has been seeing strange things recently is because a thousand-year-old aphrodisiac escaped from under the dragon's cave and spawned a monster outside the Xijiang River and at the bottom of the South China Sea. An evil dragon, which has been devouring the ancient corpses of the pre-Song Dynasty on the seabed for hundreds of years, has almost become a climate, and then it has transformed into the original bronze boat in the late Song Dynasty that harmed the people.
Although King Hong Sheng in the temple has great magical power, he is trapped in the dragon's lair and cannot capture monsters in the vast sea. The villagers must choose to row boats, beat drums, and throw rice dumplings to drive away the evil dragons just like the Dragon Boat Festival. Only by re-suppressing it in Huilong's Cave can this disaster be eliminated.
The villagers believed this to be true, so they sent the able-bodied men in the village to invest in building the boat and choose a day to launch it into the sea. They also asked the living gods to stay in seclusion all night to consecrate the dragon boat to ensure that it was perfect.
But no one thought that this "living god" was actually the "living king of hell". He had already planned this trip and saw off the dragon boat overnight and glued it together. The next day, the villagers rowed to the middle of the sea and encountered strong waves, and the boat capsized. This reenacted the story of King Zhao who never returned from his hunting tour in the south...
"When I came to Zhangqiugang Village, the tragedy had already occurred. I was so angry that I stayed to seek justice and prevent others from taking advantage of the situation."
What Yim Wing Chun said is very common, but the tragedy of wearing mourning in every family means that the young and middle-aged men in Zhangqiugang Village have been exhausted, leaving only some old and weak women and children alone - this is the original intention of Yim Wing Chun to learn boxing. , obviously moved with compassion.
"Miss Yan is so compassionate and compassionate. Master Wu Mei will definitely be very happy to see her."
While Jiang Wen praised Yan Yongchun, he deliberately glanced at Yuan Ziyi and received a blank stare.
Jiang Wen thought for a while, and after being introduced by Yan's father, he found a village elder in Zhangqiugang Village and proactively asked in detail about the location and omens involved. uukanshuuukanshu refused to give even the smallest details. Pass.
Yuan Ziyi and Yan Yongchun looked at Jiang Wen and asked the village elder, their expressions sometimes thinking, sometimes hesitating, and sometimes enlightened, and finally stood up, looking helplessly at the dark night outside the Nanhai Ancient Temple.
"Headmaster Jiang, although I have not personally experienced the whole process, I still find it strange and terrifying. I haven't found any clues after many days."
Yan Yongchun shook his head and continued.
"Things didn't end even after I came. Recently, there have been not only life and death disasters in the village, but also monsters. Ghosts appear frequently in the village's mourning hall during the day, and in the middle of the night, they turn into ghouls and attack the villagers. Even if I understand a little bit, Even martial arts cannot deal with them..."
Jiang Wen's expression changed. He didn't know what shape and appearance a "ghost" like Yan Yongchun could not deal with even with martial arts skills, and what kind of supernatural phenomena it would have.
Yuan Ziyi couldn't help but turned around and asked Jiang Wen: "Master Jiang, you have always said that learning martial arts cannot solve the problem, so what solution do you have for this matter now?"
Jiang Wen said with a slightly serious expression: "Girl in purple, these two things cannot be confused. The former is obviously killing people, and the latter seems too bizarre. I am not afraid of ghosts in the world, I am just afraid of a bunch of fake ghosts getting mixed up. Only 'real ghosts'..."
"Really ghost?"
Yuan Ziyi and Yan Yongchun asked at the same time.
Jiang Wen nodded and said in an indescribable tone of helplessness.
"If you don't believe it, why don't you come with me and have a look. In fact, I would rather be a ghost. After all, some things are released, but they are scarier, more unpredictable, and more disturbing than ghosts..."
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