Da Yandie'er and I stared at the old photo, looking at each other for a long time.
The people in the photo were old and young.
The photo was taken in a big house in the village castle.
There weren't many people in the house.
The furnishings are not ordinary.
Da Yandieer pointed to the chair where an old man was sitting in the middle of the photo and winked at me.
I nodded understandingly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's probably the Coiling Dragon Agarwood Chair from hundreds of years ago."
Da Yandian'er whispered to me and Cheeky: "Yes, the Panlong Agarwood Chair.
I have been tinkering with it for so many years, and I only heard it from others.
It was the first time I saw it today.
If it hadn't rolled over in the middle of the night yesterday, it would have fallen off."
When we enter the ravine, we can't find this place.
What is a blessing in disguise?
This is called a blessing in disguise. " He said shamelessly: "If the old man is willing to give up to us, let's give him a fight."
Da Yandian'er said: "You can't do anything illegal.
Taking it by force is what a general would do.
As long as the old man is willing to sell it, we will take it from him in cash.
I will string all the money on the ribs with wires." ” The cheeky driver said: "Isn't it immoral?
Why don't you tell me that you didn't bring any money?
I'm such a real person, so you have the nerve to bluff me."
Da Yandian'er said: "Even if I have it, it's not much.
I have all my money here.
I don't dare to touch it without profit.
This is a business, do you understand?"
He nodded cheekily and said: "Understood.
If you don't see a rabbit, don't let the eagle fly."
I heard footsteps coming from the corridor and reminded the two men to stop talking.
It would be bad for the villagers to hear these words.
After a while, the sharp-faced old man brought a few bowls of noodles to us and distributed them to us.
He and the fool also sat down to eat together.
This was considered mid-day meal.
Da Yandianer handed the cigarette to the old man with a sharp face.
He remembered that he also brought two bottles of Erguotou, so he took them out and treated the old man to a drink, taking the opportunity to inquire about the situation.
The old man with a razor-sharp face likes to chatter.
He talks a lot to begin with, but after eating half a bottle of Erguotou, he talks even more.
He said: "Hundreds of years ago, there were many jackals in Tongtian Ridge.
Jackals were cruel and cunning in their habits.
He went down the mountain in the middle of the night and killed people and animals in the village.
It was impossible to guard against them.
With the addition of bandits, Rogue bandits plundered everywhere.
In order to protect themselves, the ancestors built the village into a fortress to protect themselves from jackals and thieves.
It is said that when the village fort was built, it was laid out according to the Nine Palaces and Bagua from the inside out, with passages and hexagram gates all over.
On all sides, some were in the light and some were in the dark.
Later, due to the water, The soil erosion is serious, and there is no way to cultivate the land anymore.
Moreover, the traffic in this mountain is blocked, there is a lack of water and electricity, and the villagers have moved to live outside the mountain one after another.
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Only this silly boy and I are left to guard the incense in the ancestral temple.
Most of the houses and passages are closed.
For many years, outsiders did not know the way.
It's easy to go the wrong way when you get up at night.
If you get stuck somewhere and can't get out, you'll be in big trouble, so it doesn't matter if you stay overnight.
Remember not to leave this fool for an inch.
Don't look at fools who are stupid, but their hearts are not stupid.
He knows all the passages and gates in the village fort better than I do."
The three of us claimed that it was eerie and scary when we walked in during the day, and we didn't dare to wander around in this huge house-like village fortress in the middle of the night.
Da Yandieer asked: "How do you call the old man your last name?"
The old man with a knife-shaped face said: "The people in our village and fort are from the same clan, and we are all surnamed Zhou."
Dayan Die'er said: "Oh, it's Mr.
Zhou, what is our village called Zhoujia Village?"
Old man Zhou said: "It's not Zhoujia Village, it has a good name, Tongtianling Feixian Village."
Shameless, I don’t know why.
Da Yandieer and I were stunned when we heard the name of the village.
We had only heard word of mouth from old tomb robbers that there were flying zombies in Tongtian Ridge.
What is the superstitious legend of flying zombies in the old days?
, most of the dead bodies parked in the righteous village are people who died in a foreign land.
If the righteous village is deserted and the coffins of the corpses are left unattended, it will be difficult for the deceased to It is better to put it in the ground.
As it gets older, it is easy for corpses to undergo transformation.
The hair and nails of the dead body will grow longer and longer.
When the zombies in the coffin have developed Taoism, they can hide in the coffin day and night.
They can hide in the coffin during the day without moving, and fly out on moonlit nights to cause harm.
Man, these rumors are baseless and are purely superstitious legends to scare people, but I heard that many years ago, someone on Tongtian Ridge actually saw Fei Zheng.
I think the so-called "flying zombie" is nothing more than a big bird in the mountains.
During the Qing Dynasty, there was a big bird in Shaanxi with wings as big as door panels.
It often flew down from the sky to snatch cattle and sheep.
If a person walked alone, he would be killed.
As soon as the villagers saw the big bird hovering in the sky, they immediately sounded their gongs and released it.
Guns drove it away, and later it became extinct.
Tongtian Ridge towers into the clouds, with steep and upright peaks and winding cliffs.
In the deep valleys and ravines in this area, there must be many ghostly birds and strange birds, maybe hundreds of them.
Years ago, someone saw a big bird in the mountains and rumored it to be a flying zombie.
However, we heard Old Man Zhou say that this place is "Feixian Village".
There must be some rhetoric in it, and it seems to be more attractive than the legend of Feizheng.
We wanted to hear what happened, so Da Yandieer lit another cigarette for Old Man Zhou, Asked: "Can you please tell me why it is called Feixian Village":