There are no planetesimals and no moon in the sky. It's as black as a big hole, and it's confusing, as if one slip will fall in.
"There is no Amitabha in the south, and there is no Amitabha in the south ..." A child of about twelve or thirteen years old was walking briskly on the road alone. Holding a string of broken beads in his right hand and an oil-skin lantern in his left.
She is running instead of walking, because those things have been following her, but she dare not get too close because of the beads. It was dark all around, and only lanterns floating in mid-air could be seen. The fields are surprisingly quiet, and even the sound of running water and insects can't be heard.
It's good to be in the village soon. The child kept reminding himself that his face was pale and he was sweating. Free your right hand to wrap eight cloaks made of black dog skin more tightly, in an attempt to prevent your smell from spreading more.
But when I walked to the small stone arch bridge at the head of the village, the child was still stunned. A woman with a paper umbrella is standing on the bridge facing her. The umbrella is embroidered with dazzling red peach blossoms, and so is the white skirt. The umbrella is so low that you can't see your face. The weather is hot and stuffy, and there is no wind at all, but the skirt is fluttering up and down.
The child's legs trembled with fear. Then it was blocked by ghosts.
"There is no Amitabha in the south ..." She continued to read in a low voice, leaned across the other side of the bridge and pretended not to see it with her head down. Only to find that in the blink of an eye, she stood in front of her again. Exquisite white embroidered shoes are covered with mud, with a pool of water under their feet, and all kinds of green algae and shells. She didn't see clearly, which peach blossom was put on the skirt, obviously full of blood.
Suddenly, the bright yellow light of the lantern in his hand began to change from blue to red strangely, as if it were stained with blood. The air is full of pungent odor and the smell of blood in the river.
"There is no Amitabha in the south ..." Crustily lifted the beads to the front, and the female ghost retreated two steps, the child entered two steps and the female ghost retreated two steps. When I approached the bridge, I heard a creepy laugh.
With a bang, the female ghost in front of her was scattered and cracked, and her limbs were broken into countless pieces, as if being chopped abruptly, and blood and maggots were scattered all over the floor.
The child was so scared that he almost threw away the beads and lanterns in his hand and ran back shaking his legs.
Only to see a round thing rolling out from under the umbrella, wrapped in long black hair, turned out to be a woman's head. The child was frozen stiff and could not move at all. A voice kept shouting, running, running in my heart, but I couldn't move a step.
This ball is usually S-shaped and in a string shape. It hit the bridge fence and bounced back, and soon rubbed against the child's foot, scaring her to sit almost limply on the ground.
There was a silence for a while, and the child stared at the suddenly motionless head at his feet, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. But suddenly, the head turned over, and the child saw her face, two big black holes on her face, and her eyes were abruptly dug out. One disappeared, and the other was half hung on her face by some blood vessels, nerves and tissues, dangling, and her white miserable eyes were still spinning rapidly, staring straight at her. Lips are like being bitten by all the fish in the river, incomplete and trembling, as if trying to say something to her, but they just creak like the wind blowing the wooden door.
The child resisted the urge to vomit and ran over his head without stepping on the stump on the ground. Suddenly, my leg was caught, and it was half of my right hand. Fingers swell in the water, rot and turn white, and dense bones can be seen at the fleshy end of the arm.
In my panic, I found that my head bounced up as quickly as myself, and I bit my right leg and calf with my mouth open. Pain is accompanied by biting cold, which spreads all over the limbs instantly.
The child shook the beads on his head and then heard a hissing sound, like raw meat on a red-hot iron plate. It was a long time before I let go of my head. The child began to run, but suddenly he heard a cracking sound and something scratched himself under his feet. Looking up, it turned out that the other eye of the female ghost was accidentally trampled by herself, and pus and maggots were pouring out.
The child vomited and flew off the bridge. He found that his hand was still on his leg and his head was still jumping on the bridge. His upper and lower teeth were banging on each other, calling "Hand, hand, hand ..." The voice was sad and horrible, but he couldn't get off the bridge and couldn't catch up. People who die tragically on the water can only be trapped there forever.
The child tore off the stump of his leg and threw it back on the bridge. Then turn around and run like hell. I was so scared that my face was bleeding.
At this time, everyone in the village was asleep, and it was too quiet to hear the dog barking. The child knocked wildly at the door in front of a drugstore, but the whole village seemed to have died in his sleep. There is no response, and there is no light on. The child knocked hard for a long time before there was any movement.
"Who ..."
"Doctor zhang, doctor zhang, I'm a little bone! Help my dad, he's dying! " The child named Xiao Gu shouted anxiously.
"Oh, oh, bones, don't worry, when I get dressed and packed, right away, right away ..."
After a while, an old man with half white hair came out with a medicine box and hurried back with her.
"How do you come out alone at night! Didn't meet anything? "
"On the bridge ... can't help it. Dad suddenly became very ill ... "Bones grabbed Dr. Zhang's clothes and hid behind him, limping and still shaking. When I approached the bridge slowly, I sneaked my head out, only to find that the residual body in that place and my crushed eyeball were gone. As if nothing had happened.
Her horoscope is too light and her yin is too heavy. Dreadwind is a once-in-a-century lone star. At birth, he died with his mother in childbirth. The city is full of strange fragrance, spring blossoms, and flowers wither in a blink of an eye, hence the name flower.
Father is a scholar who has repeatedly failed in the list. Because life is hard, he has been raising her up to now. However, because the flower's physique is too easy to provoke ghosts, it has caused a lot of trouble to the village, so we have to live alone in a wooden house randomly built by a small river in the suburbs of the village.
Hua Xiucai hired a monk to exorcise ghosts for China and turn over a new leaf. The monk just shook his head, gave Hua a string of beads that he had been carrying with him for years, and made a cloak of eight black dogs to cover Hua's body. Ordinary people can't smell the strange fragrance that only ghosts can smell. And told her not to go out after sunset, so she lived safely until she was twelve years old.
Dr. Zhang felt sorry for her and suffered so much fear and suffering at an early age. Always take care of his father and daughter. He is a doctor. He has held too many people's lives in his hands, and he has been contaminated with too many people's lives and deaths. His yang is so heavy that ordinary children dare not provoke him. I took Hua's hand and went back to their place of residence without any trouble along the way.
It's just that Hua Xiucai is very ill. After living with China for a long time, there are always various evils, but before he is 40, he is as senile as he is in his fifties and sixties. Dr. Zhang kept shaking his head and sighing, fearing that he wouldn't make it through the night.
Hua ran in and out of the boiling water, cooking medicine, wiping his body and sweating for Hua Xiucai. I dare not let myself be idle, but I know vaguely in my heart, so I have been scared. This is her only relative in this world.
Hua Xiucai finally failed to make it through the morning. On his deathbed, he was still worried about what to do after Hua died. Dr. Zhang comforted him that he would adopt and take care of him, but Hua Xiucai didn't want to implicate him, for he was afraid that he couldn't protect Qian Gu for a long time. So he told Hua to go to the legendary Maoshan to learn from his teacher after his death. When you learn something, you are no longer afraid of evil spirits.
Hua gradually held his father's cold hand, and his heart was desolate. Even his father has left, so what's the point of staying alone in this world? Try to force yourself not to cry. Growing up, the only thing her father was strict with her was not to let her cry. She knows that one is that when she cries, there must be a difference between heaven and earth, and the other is that she can't always accompany her, forcing her to learn to be independent and strong.
Dr. Zhang helped her deal with the injury on her leg, squeezed out black blood, sprinkled some incense ashes, and applied some ointment to wrap it up. It's just a little ptomaine, but it's not serious.
The next day, Dr. Zhang and several enthusiastic people in the village helped her make the funeral very simple. Dr. Zhang thinks she is too young to go out alone, and hopes to adopt her first, at least to recover her leg injury first. But she made up her mind to start at once, obey her father's orders and go to Maoshan to learn Taoism. Dr. Zhang couldn't beat her, so he had to help her sell all the valuable things at home and give her some money.
The next night, Hua wrapped in a dogskin cloak, listened to the strong wind and the brotherhood of the Wolf outside, and lay on the bare bed board in the empty wooden house with her eyes open all night. My mind is full of sadness and confusion about the future journey. The next morning, I bid farewell to the villagers and headed for Maoshan.