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The horse-faced woman talked endlessly, and also said that after Taoist Yin lived in the village for a long time, he would also read Fengshui, and his medical skills were also very good.

I listened absent-mindedly, and suddenly thought of something, and immediately interrupted her: "Is it also after Daoist Yin came to offer sacrifices to the mountain gods in the village?"

"Sacrificing mountain gods is passed down from ancestors." When the horse-faced woman said this, she didn't know if she had thought of something, and she added another sentence casually: "But before Daoist Yin came, we used grains and livestock to worship mountain gods."

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat.

I asked repeatedly: "It was after Daoist Yin came that you used living people to sacrifice to the mountain god?"

The horse-faced woman nodded: "The year that Daoist Yin came to the village to sacrifice to the mountain god, strange things happened in the village not long after. All the poultry died inexplicably, several villagers died in the village, and monsters appeared. That monster It’s so old and frightening, it’s exactly like a human, but with black hair all over its body!”

"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.

I turned my head again and glanced at the old man with a yellow and thin face sitting there sluggishly. His face was like rough bark, and he seemed to be breathing slightly before he was about to die.

"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 was on the side, and several people came outside, and they were talking noisyly. I was so angry that I opened the door slightly at the door of the room.

I couldn't bear the horse-faced woman and said, "Is it really okay for you to do this?"

She stomped her feet looking left and right, waved to me, and said, "Come with me!"

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

I just don’t know if in a few years, when the village head is 60 years old, he will go to the death kiln by himself.

I saw that the horse-faced woman wanted to go out, so I immediately grabbed her arm and said, "Can I follow along?"

The horse-faced woman was even more frightened, because the village could not bring strangers in.

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?"

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. Sir.

Until sent to the mountain temple, until death.

"No, the village chief sent someone here!" The horse-faced woman's complexion changed, and she stomped anxiously on the spot.

I saw that there were many people in the yard, and it seemed that they were there to send the horse-faced woman's father to the abandoned old mountain. This is a rare opportunity.

The horse-faced woman put me in a side room in the backyard.As soon as I entered, I heard a noise from outside, as if someone had entered the yard of the horse-faced woman's house.

"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."

One is the village head with a high position and power, and the other is a monster who deceives the public with lies. The two work hand in hand and turn the whole village around.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. It seems that Village Chief Yan and Daoist Yin are the same.

At this time, suddenly, footsteps came in twos and threes on the village road outside the house, and they were getting closer.

At this time, the horse-faced woman couldn't bear it, she cried and wanted to plead, but she was dragged away by the village head, and said in a very bad tone: "This is the Taoist priest exorcising evil spirits, don't make trouble here, otherwise The evil spirits are disturbed, and there are good fruits for you to eat."

"But the village head is very firm, saying that this is a custom in the village, and no one can break it. If everyone in the village is like me, I can't afford to bring any disaster to the village!"

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.”

After speaking, she left me in the room, turned around and walked out the door.

Through the crack of the door, I saw that in the main room, Daoist Yin was holding a magic weapon in his hand, facing a big black box, and at the same time, chanting strange incantations.

The horse-faced woman also shook her head in pain: "Actually, I also told the village chief that I don't want to send my father to the abandoned old mountain. I am willing to serve him at home until he dies."

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.

And the big black box is covered with yellow talismans written in chicken blood, but I don't know exactly what is painted on it.

The mountain temple is definitely unusual, but the main purpose of my visit to the Village of Souls is the Yindeng.

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.

I immediately became anxious. If the village chief finds out about this, it will definitely be troublesome.

The horse-faced woman looked a little terrified, shook her head and said, "That's impossible. The old man can't come out after being sent in. If you give him one meal a day, he won't starve to death. But think about it, the old man is weak and sick. It might not work, and it snows heavily every year in our village, so how could there be any living people in such a cold day."

After bolting the door, I looked around the house left and right, and set my eyes on the wooden wardrobe next to the bed.

After thinking about it, I skipped the topic of mountain gods and asked instead: "Are there still people alive in the old man's kiln?"

The man with the horse-faced woman greeted me outside, and she turned to me and said, "The village head sent someone to my house, and he will send my father to the abandoned old mountain later, so you don't come out here, or you will be in trouble .”

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

The horse-faced woman shook her head resolutely: "No, it will be over if the village chief sees this."

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.

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 the winter.

There are quite a few peasant women wearing clothes that are exactly the same as those of the villagers. Obviously, they are usually worn by horse-faced women.

I suddenly had a plan. She was about the same size as me, and my clothes were too conspicuous.

I put on an old dress casually, loosened my tied hair, and wrapped a peasant woman's turban around my head. Then, I wiped a layer of earthy yellow dust from the floor of the room on my face with malice.

I took out my mobile phone and looked at it. She looked a bit like a village girl, but her face was sallow, and her face was covered by a turban. In addition to the problem of light at night, it is generally impossible to detect it without looking carefully.

At this time, Daoist Yin also stopped the ceremony when he approached the door.He said to those villagers: "The ceremony is over, and the funeral can begin."