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"It was also thanks to Daoist Yin who was in our village that year that he drove away the scary monster. However, Daoist Yin said that it was a mandrill, sent by the mountain god according to the order of the mountain god."

"The monster not only killed the poultry in our village, but also injured people, which made the villagers panic."

The horse-faced woman paused when she said this, and then said: "Daoist Yin has a bodhisattva heart, in order to save the villagers from fire and water, he went to the mountain temple with his wounds that night, saying that it was to open the altar to communicate with the gods, and see if the mountain gods are there. what for!"

The corners of my mouth curled up, probably guessing something.

"After Taoist Yin came back, his face was full of exhaustion. He told us that he had communicated with the mountain god, but our village had blasphemed the god, so the punishment was imposed."

I took a deep breath: "Since then, in order to worship more piously, it is necessary to use jade girls to sacrifice to the mountain god?"

The woman with the horse face nodded: "This is the decree of the mountain god. Every year there will be a jade girl who is favored by the mountain god. As long as the mountain god loves it, the jade girl will become distraught, with bright and fiery eyes shining. It is a bright red like a peach blossom.”

"However, his words and deeds are demented and slow in response. Every day, he will sit on the threshold like a watchman, staring at the distance, as if a lover who will make him smile will slowly appear in that direction."

The words the horse-faced woman said were roughly the same as what the village chief said. After being favored by the mountain god, the jade girl kept her room spotless every day, as if preparing for a feast of love at any time.

The jade girl became the wife of the god, and her soul was taken away by the mountain god long ago, and she lived a loving and happy life in another world.

All that remains is her beautiful body awaiting a happy return.

Once she is favored by the gods, the jade girl will not eat or drink, dress up her house as a new house, dress up as the most beautiful bride, and then wait for the nothingness just like a bride in a bridal chamber. Langjun, until he is sent to the mountain temple, until he dies.

After her death, everyone believed that the jade girl went to another world to reunite with the mountain god and got married, so her funeral was not a funeral, but a wedding.

This made me can't help but think, worshiping the mountain god is the woman sitting on the bamboo chair.

The mountain temple is definitely unusual, but the main purpose of my visit to Niujiao Village is the Yin Lamp.

After thinking about it, I skipped the topic of the mountain god and asked, "Are there any living people in the old man's kiln?"

The woman with the horse face looked a little terrified, she shook her head and said, "After being sent to the old man's kiln, there is only food for three days, how could there be any living people."

It is true to say so, it seems that the villagers know in their hearts that as long as the old man is sent in, he will definitely not survive a week.

The horse-faced woman prepared some food, we casually stuffed it, and finally waited until it was dark, then she stood up and said.

"The time is coming, it's time to prepare for the funeral!"

The horse-faced woman looked at the old father and burst into tears. I frowned and said, "He's alive and well. Do you have the heart to send him to the cave? Can't you send him?"

The horse-faced woman wiped her tears and said: "This is the rule in our village, every family must abide by it, otherwise the village chief will bring someone to arrest him."

"And if the rules are broken, the feng shui formation set up by Daoist Yin will not be effective, and our family will become sinners in the village."

I let out a long sigh, and I could only say ignorance in my heart.

I glanced at the old man on the kang, the old man's face was flushed, but his expression was extremely numb, as if he had seen through life and death, and he didn't plan to live any longer.

Looking at me with dead gray eyes, the old man said: "I have lived for 60 years, and I have enough money. It's time to go on the road and let my children and grandchildren enjoy themselves."

It hurts me to hear what he said.

"Can I go and have a look together?" I asked in a low voice.
The horse-faced woman thought for a while, then nodded and said, "It's nothing, if you want to see it, go and see it."

The horse-faced woman brought a black shroud, waited for the old man to put it on, brought all the things, and walked towards the mountain behind the village under the cover of night.

The night was dark, and the road was very deserted, and no one from the village came to see him off.

The old man walked in the middle, looking trembling, and I followed behind, walking quietly.

When I came to the foot of the back mountain, I looked forward with a small flashlight. The rock wall was neat like a mirror, and there were two rows of cave dwellings, all of which were almost sealed by door bolts.

In every sealed cave dwelling, there is a dead old man's skeleton.The empty cave at the bottom is for the horse-faced woman's father. She helped her grandfather into the cave and handed him a small wooden stool, a bag of oranges, and a small stove with charcoal.

The old man sat numbly in the cave dwelling, shivering and peeling oranges to eat, while the horse-faced woman carried a bowl of white rice covered with eggplant, and put it at the old man's feet.

"Father, eat while it's hot, and I'll bring you food tomorrow."

The old man didn't seem to hear it, and didn't raise his head.

The horse-faced woman wiped her tears, and quickly bolted the door from the side, blocking it in the groove.

Although the groove looks simple, after it is put down, it cannot be opened from the inside, only from the outside.

I can't imagine the process of an old man being starved to death while experiencing fear alone in such a closed environment.

It's terrifying to think about it, and this inhumane approach also makes people shudder.

Several people from the same family cried and squatted at the entrance of the cave to burn Ming coins and yellow mounting paper. The miserable yellow light of the fire shone on the old man's wrinkled old face, which looked very mysterious.

"Father, don't worry!" the horse-faced woman shouted at the top of her voice.

My heart was tingling when I heard it.

This is obviously a bad habit, but everyone silently abides by it.

I don't know if these villagers are ignorant or ignorant. Under the firelight, the old man didn't say a word, and silently peeled the citrus in his hand trembling.

I was watching, when suddenly a lot of people came from the small road behind, crowded, and I saw the village head at a glance.

And the one leading the way in front was actually a pockmarked face.

"Village chief, I'm talking about her!" Pockmarked hurried forward.

He pointed at me, and said to the village head next to him: "She was sneaky and said she wanted to come to our village to find a nursing home, so I thought something was wrong. She must have come to our village to make trouble and destroy Feng Shui."

As soon as I saw the village chief, my heart skipped a beat, feeling that something was wrong.

The village chief looked at me with a smile on his face, but his face was extremely gloomy.

The funeral, which was supposed to be solemn, started to become chaotic at this time. When a villager saw me, he immediately showed a vicious and resentful expression: "Murderer!"

I was dumbfounded.

Soon, many villagers came forward, and now I was surrounded by fierce villagers, forcing me to retreat: "What are you going to do?"

"Stop pretending! You still don't admit to killing someone!"

"I didn't kill anyone!" I was instantly stunned.

"nonsense!"

A male villager threw a pickaxe at me, but luckily I avoided it and said, "I saw it all, that is, you went to Taoist Yin's house, and when we entered again, he died! It's you kill!"

"What?" I was startled. The person who was with the village chief last night suddenly died today?

I was shocked immediately. At this time, the horse-faced women and others all changed their expressions, kept some distance from me, and looked at me warily.

"Murder for life!"

Someone yelled, and then all the villagers responded.

"Murder for life!"

"Murder for life!"