Chapter 35 Ghost

Chapter 35 Ghost

Chapter 35 Ghost

The old man walked into the village with a cloud of air.

Through the conversation, Yunqi also learned that the old man's name was Sang Munai, and he was the leader of the village. Yunqi called him Munaigong. Munaigong responded with a smile, but did not explain to Yunqi that "Nai" was his surname.

Yunqi looked at the densely packed Miao villages and realized that he was wandering in the mountains at the junction of three places. He did not reach the Southern Wilderness first, but instead entered the Miao Territory first.

This village is called Lixi Village, and the stream in front is called Lixi.

Lixi Village runs from north to south, with rows of houses spread out on the eastern slope. The village is surrounded by a kind of thorny wood with thorns three inches long, and the village gate is in the middle of the fence on the west side of the village.

Mu Naigong brought Yunqi to the innermost part of the southern part of the village, pointed to the topmost room and said to Yunqi, "Guest, you can stay in that room."

Yunqi looked and saw that the house was at the highest point in the southeast corner of the village. Although it was not very convenient to go up, it was not a problem for him at all.

He nodded and bowed to the old man, "Thank you, Mr. Mu Nai and the village for taking me in."

Mu Naigong waved his hand and said, "Master Hongguan said that you are a guest who can bring light, so your coming to the village is a blessing to the village."

The old man pointed to the room again and grinned, "This room was previously occupied by a Taoist priest."

"Oh?"

Yunqi Lian asked, "Have wandering Taoist priests been here before?"

The old man nodded, "Yes, but that was when the village was just built. Our ancestors said that without the Taoist priest at that time, the village would have long since disappeared. Since then, no Taoist priest has passed by the village for many years. By the way, our ancestors said that the Taoist priest at that time was also very young, and looked like a child. Maybe he was even younger than you, the guest, haha."

Afterwards, Mu Naigong spoke to the Miao people around him for a while, and soon they dispersed.

Mu Naigong walked towards the house along the steps and wooden ladders with clouds.

Mu Naigong's hair has turned white, but his body is still very strong. He climbed the steps from the bottom of the village to the highest point without even taking a breath.

The two climbed up the stairs from the roof of the house below to the place where Yunqi would stay tonight. This house had not been occupied for a long time and a lot of dust had accumulated. The beauty outside the house was already covered in dust. When they pushed the door open, a cloud of smoke and dust rose up, choking Mu Nai Gong to sneeze repeatedly.

Although this room is small, it has everything needed. Yunqi is very satisfied with it and just needs to clean it up a bit.

Just at this moment, two Miao aunts came in, one carrying a rag and a bucket, and the other carrying bedding. Yunqi hurriedly thanked them and wanted to take them, but the two aunts did not let Yunqi take them and said something anxiously.

Mu Naigong smiled and stopped Yunqi, "You are the guest, of course we will clean up."

As he spoke, Mu Naigong pulled Yunqi out of the house and looked down at the village from a high vantage point.

"Where are the guests coming from?"

"Munaigong called me Yunqi, I came from Yuzhang."

Yunqi saw that the old village chief looked a little confused, so he explained, "It's to the east of Qizhou."

"That's far away!"

The old village chief said.

Yunqi smiled and nodded.

"Where are we going?"

Yunqi still smiled and shook his head, "There's no place, just wandering around."

"Oh, I know, this is called traveling!" Yunqi nodded repeatedly.

"Master Yun, have you ever seen such a big Miao village in your travels?"

Yunqi smiled and shook his head. He did not explain to the old village chief that "Yun" was not his surname and "You" was not used in this way. As for such a large village, he certainly had never seen one. After all, he had never seen a Miao village before!

The old village chief nodded as if it was a matter of course.

"There are fourteen villages in the fourteen streams of Hongjiang in Daqing Mountain. Limu Village now has fifty-seven households and 212 people. It is the second largest village among the fourteen villages. When I first became the village chief, there were only 153 people in the village."

The old village chief spoke cheerfully, deep wrinkles piling up on his dark face.

Yunqi naturally knew what to say at this time. The old man's life-long achievements would naturally have to be talked about when he met outsiders.

"Munaigong has managed the village well and brought more children to the village. He has worked really hard over the years."

The old village chief listened to the elegant words, smiled and nodded at first, then seemed to feel that this was not good and shook his head.

Yunqi smiled and asked again: "Munaigong, I walked all the way here and saw this kind of picture on the door of every household in the village. What is it for?"

Yunqi pointed at the colorful picture on the wooden door and said.

The color of the picture on the door of the house where Yunqi lived now had faded, and the pattern was a little blurry, but the shape of a rooster could still be seen. As he walked along the way, he saw that all the houses where people lived had this kind of picture on the door, but their pictures were obviously newly painted, with a big rooster with a red crown and golden claws, biting a big centipede in its mouth, and stepping on a poisonous insect in each of its claws.

"This is the 'Red Crown Lord House Guardian Picture'. The Red Crown Lord can defeat evil spirits and devour poisonous insects. If you stick the Red Crown Lord on the door, you can prevent soul loss and repel poisonous insects."

Yunqi seemed to be thinking about something, but the problem was that although the "Lord Red Crown Guarding the House Picture" on the wall of the room he lived in was old and shabby, he could still feel a little bit of pure yang energy remaining on the picture. However, the "Lord Red Crown Guarding the House Picture" newly painted by the villagers later was purely hand-painted, without any divine power.

"This Red Crown Master again?"

Yunqi was very curious about this. After he entered the village, he found that every household raised chickens, especially roosters. There were a lot of them, small, strong, and old. They were on the roofs, on the ground, on railings, and everywhere. These roosters were not afraid of people. They roamed around like generals on patrol, as if they were the masters of the village.

However, Yunqi seemed to have not seen the big rooster again, and no one knew where it had gone.

The old village chief hesitated for a moment, but then he remembered the long cry of the Red Crown Master just now, and Yunqi was dressed as a Taoist priest, so he thought for a while and explained: "If I want to explain this clearly, it will be a long story..."

Yunqi used his sleeve to brush away the dust that the beauty was leaning on, and asked the old village chief to sit down and talk.

"The Daqing Mountain gave birth to the Miao people, but it also gave birth to poisonous snakes and insects. The mountain is rainy and foggy. Sometimes the fog will not dissipate for two or three months. Sometimes there is black fog, and it is difficult to distinguish between day and night. Therefore, the mountain also breeds ghosts."

"Ghost?"

The cloud asked.

The old village chief nodded. "There are all kinds of ghosts and monsters. There are water monkeys in the water and mandrills in the mountains. Water monkeys pull people into the water and mandrills drag people onto trees. They all like to eat people and eat until not even a bone is left. There are also fox monsters in the woods. Fox monsters can change into human appearances and lure people to remote places to kill them. There are also fog monsters and howling ghosts. When the fog monsters create fog, people cannot get out and their souls will melt into the fog. When the howling ghosts cry, they will hook people's souls over. Sometimes it rains for several months, and the dead buried in the ground at this time will come back to life. The dead who come back to life don't remember anything, and they will kill any living thing they see and drink its blood."

The old village chief said calmly.

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