Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 473 Storytelling

"It's not uncommon for the stele to be turned over and over again." Master Qiao is also a person with a rich history of reading: "The strange thing is that it can still exist forever."

"Actually, we can find a lot of things in the details." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "For example, how did Brigadier Zhu's suppression of bandits be overturned by the township militia later? This shows that the local feudal stubborn forces have always been the target of his struggle. I guess Back then, in the name of suppressing bandits, we also dealt with many local tyrants who colluded with bandits to cause disaster."

"You must know that he was still in the Yasukuni Army at that time, and the Yasukuni Army itself was also a local warlord. It was Tang Jiyao's expansion of the army in an attempt to take advantage of the melee between the warlords in Sichuan and Sichuan, Yunnan and Guizhou under the pretext of seeking rebellion."

"Combined with these, we can see the revolutionary nature of the character. Although the suppression of bandits on Gulou Mountain was a trivial matter in his military career, it is enough to get a glimpse of his ambition."

This is actually the charm of studying history. It is not to look at the superficial articles of historical records, but to carefully study the things under the words to find out the logical context of characters and events.

By summarizing the lives of historical figures one by one, the three views of political history are basically established and unbreakable.

Since Zhou Zhi was reborn, even in Fawang Temple, apart from investigating during the day and tidying up in the evening, he had to continue writing his own book at night, with about [-] words a day almost unshakable.

To be honest, there is actually very little time for idle bragging about the "Dragon Gate Formation" like today.

"The elbow knows so many allusions." Hengfa expressed his appreciation.

"You can't listen to the story in vain, you have to change it." Zhou Zhi said with a smile, "Everyone takes turns."

"Then let the wood come first." Hengfa said: "It's up to you to tell the story. What you told before is not a story. You have to start over. I... have to think about it."

"Then let me tell you a story about a man in red clothes..." Master Qiao held up the cup: "Once upon a time, there was a pavilion in the south of Anyang City. If someone slept there at night, they would die the next day..."

This is a famous story "The Scholar of Anyang Pavilion" in "Sou Shen Ji". The story itself is not scary, and even a bit ridiculous. Are the people in the room asleep?" A voice suddenly came out of the pavilion and replied: "A scholar came, he was still studying, he just lay down and didn't fall asleep, wait a minute." Also quite a bit scary.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and the flickering flames combined with the weird noises on the cliffs outside made it suitable for telling horror stories.

Although Hengfa is an adult, he seems to be afraid and curious about these strange stories, and he is afraid to listen to them but loves to listen to them, which is completely different from that in the daytime.

After this feature was discovered by Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao, after dark, it became time for horror stories.

However, today's Hengfa seems to have played a lot of courage. He can't see the world and the ground on the cliff, which gives Hengfa a huge sense of security, and even a little arrogant and confident.

Zhou Zhi didn't take it too seriously, and said with a smile, "Then let me tell a story about Baimi Township. Huang Daosheng knows it? Today I will tell you how he became a master."

Huang Daosheng is the name of several goblins in the village. Many stories are entrusted to these few, and they are well-written.

"There was a pharmacist before..."

"Elbow, you want to make up something scary again! What is a pharmacist!"

"Okay, okay, there used to be a woodcutter, can the woodcutter be okay? The woodcutter has to go to the mountains every day to collect firewood, and send it to the white rice market for sale, earning a day's food money."

"There are a few 'promotions' on the road to collect firewood. Every time I pass by, the woodcutter will pray a few words. Basically, I am a poor firewood collector. I am forced to pass by you for my livelihood. If I disturb you, don't take it seriously... ..."

'Shengji' is the name for the stone chamber of the ancient tomb in the dialect of the Jiachuan area, and the atmosphere of the story is immediately raised.

"Then one day, when the old woodcutter came back from collecting firewood, he passed Shengji and found a shiny object on the ground. When he picked it up, it turned out to be a piece of silver."

"This thing is weird. He has walked this road too many times. If there is silver, the woodcutter should have seen it long ago. If it was dropped by someone passing by, this place has always been deserted. Even if there is, it is the same as him. poor people cannot carry silver with them.”

"The silver woodcutter didn't dare to ask for it, so he threw the silver into Shengji, bowed and said: 'Thanks to the care and love, I can still support myself now, and I don't dare to trouble my ancestors for rewards.'"

Hengfa nodded: "Don't seek unjust blessings, and don't be greedy for unreasonable gains. The old woodcutter has done a good job, so he should be blessed."

"Hehehehe..." Zhou Zhi said with a smile, "The blessing didn't come, but I had a dream. That night, the old woodcutter dreamed of an old fisherman with a beard and an oar in his hand who came to look for him. He, said to him: "The silver is not mine, you pick it up and throw it at my house, this will cause me to be involved in a karma, and I will inevitably be entangled by evil guests tomorrow." "

"'The old fisherman also said that he has seen you respectfully all these years, and never teased you, but unexpectedly, he was dragged by you, and became like a cat scratching rice cakes, unable to get rid of his claws, but what should you do?'"

"Qiaozi knew that the fisherman in front of him was an old ghost from Shengji, so he couldn't help being frightened and knelt down and begged for mercy in his dream."

"After a while, the old fisherman said: 'Tomorrow you will encounter a strange thing, and then you can't panic or run away, just give some advice, and you'll be fine; if you panic like you are now, It will inevitably lead to disaster.'”

"The woodcutter kowtowed repeatedly and asked if he could not go to collect firewood. The old fisherman said: 'The matter has already been provoked, and there is no way to avoid it. Just follow what I said. No matter what happens tomorrow, don't panic. After it is done properly, there will naturally be benefits for you.'”

"On the second day, the woodcutter still didn't dare to disobey the old ghost's orders, so he went there in fear, gathered some firewood indiscriminately, dawdled until the afternoon before going back, and when he got near Shengji, the woodcutter always I felt something was following him, so I turned my head to look..."

"Elbow, please speak carefully!" Heng Fa has been fooled by the two little ones for the past few days and knows the tricks. Knowing that this is the time to scare people, he immediately interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Actually, it's nothing." Zhou Zhi said with a sinister smile, "The woodcutter turned his head and found that there was really something following behind him. It was neither a wolf nor a jackal, nor a dog nor a fox, but it was a weasel."

Heng Fa just breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhou Zhi continued: "But... this weasel is a bit different, it is upright, it walks on two hind legs, and it has a worn-out child's clothes hanging on its body. He also wore a tiger-headed hat, and I don’t know where it was picked up from the grave of a baby who died..."

Hengfa immediately felt a chill down his back, but this situation was somewhat terrifying.

Zhou Zhi continued to tell the story: "The woodcutter suddenly felt a chill down his back. He might have encountered a monster. His legs trembled in fright, and he almost collapsed to the ground."

"But thinking of the old ghost's words in the dream, I had to force myself to calm down and move on."

"But there was a problem. He walked forward, and the thing behind him kept following him. The woodcutter looked back a few times, and found that the thing was hanging behind him and didn't leave."

"The woodcutter hurriedly quickened his pace, but after walking for a long time, he found another problem. He was walking around, but people were always near Shengji!"

"This is not only meeting a goblin, but also meeting a ghost hitting the wall!"

(End of this chapter)