Once upon a time, there was a village at the border of Hebei and Shandong.
Because it was the border between the two provinces, there were a lot of people passing by.
There is a dilapidated temple at the head of the village.
Since there are no inns in this village, almost all outsiders who pass by will stay here to rest.
Once, a foreign businessman stayed here.
He was fine when he arrived, but the next morning, people found him lying on the ground, twitching all over, and kept saying: "There is a ghost, there is a ghost."
Not long after, he was found to have fallen to the ground.
He died.
The news spread quickly, causing an uproar in the village.
Since then, no one has come to live in the temple, and the ghost story has spread like this.
One day, a scholar passed by here.
Seeing that it was getting late, he wanted to stay here for the night.
He looked around but couldn't find an inn, so he came to this ruined temple at the head of the village.
Just as he was about to enter the temple gate, he was stopped by a man.
The old man passing by stopped him.
The old man waved his hand and said to the scholar: "Young man, you can't live here."
The scholar looked puzzled: "This temple is intact and there are no homes, why can't you live there?"
The old man said: "There was a murder case two years ago, and then This temple is haunted by ghosts all day long.
Anyone who stays here will die."
The scholar shook his head and said to the old man, "Thank you for your advice.
I am a scholar and do not believe in ghosts and gods.
Even though I live here, I still want to find out. ” The scholar ignored the old man's advice and resolutely lived in the ruined temple.
It was getting dark gradually.
He lit a candle and picked up the book.
The wind blew in from the window from time to time, and the candlelight flickered.
Although the scholar did not believe in ghosts and gods, he could not help but still believe in ghosts and gods.
Somewhat scared.
Just then.
Suddenly, a "jirgulu" sound came from the tribute platform, and the tribute platform continued to shake, and the sound became louder and louder, as if something was about to emerge from here.
The scholar was just about to get up and run out, but he turned around and remembered the confident look he had when talking to the old man.
He also felt that if he ran out, the scholar's face would be lost.
Because of his face, he mustered up the courage to go to the tribute platform.
Go and find out.
With the help of the weak candlelight, he suddenly discovered that the noise making on the tribute platform was actually a group of rats.
But the scholar was puzzled as to why there was such a loud noise.
It turned out that the rats were huge in size, with a lump nearly as big as a fist on their tails, and they would make such a terrifying sound when they moved.
Later, when the villagers heard that there was a scholar living in the temple, they all felt that something bad would happen.
They gathered early in the morning and found that the scholar was still studying, and asked him confusedly.
The scholar asked the villagers to dig out rat holes with shovels.
Sure enough, they dug out many large rats with bumps on their tails.
When they ran, they would make a "chirping" sound.
It turns out that when the mouse stole the oil to eat, it got wax on its tail, and when it ran away, it rolled on the dirt.
Over time, it became like this, and it became the source of "haunting"
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