Mountain Little Divine Doctor

When handling the accommodation, Fang Qi asked the boss if anyone had come in. The boss probably didn't understand him. After asking for a long time, he said a lot. Fang Qi gave him a cigarette and politely lit a cigarette for him. This time, the boss said a few more words. But the boss's words are more difficult to understand than those of people in the county.

Fang Qi asked him to speak slowly. He smiled with a mouthful of burnt rhubarb teeth smoked by the local dry smoke. It took him a long time to know that many people came to live in the town. Without exception, they all went into the valley of the dead. Some of them built bridges in the dead man's valley. They also said that the bridge builders often went into the town. Later, they hung down from the cliff because the road here was too difficult to get in.

I went to a small restaurant early to inquire about the direction to the dead man's valley. The little sister pointed to the back and said that there was a ghost theater over there. You can go in from a path behind the ghost theater. Although Fang Qi has consulted relevant materials and knows that this town originated from a ghost play, he still feels very exciting when he heard of the ghost play building.

It's just that this weather is really suck. When he came back, Zhang three lay in bed, staring at the black bricks on the roof and the purlin of Fang Qi for many years. He asked, "don't you call Lao pan head over?"

Fang Qi took out from his body and engraved a keel with the traditional word "kill" with a knife and said, "there are no taboos here. You're afraid of wool." Uncle Gan was very honest. He fell asleep without saying a word.

Fang Qi was not worried that they would encounter any evil things. He was just worried that it would be troublesome to enter the valley in this ghost weather. Fortunately, preparations have been made in the county, including mountaineering tools, rainshoes, raincoats, instant noodles and so on.

After a night without words, the rain stopped when I got up the next day, and the mountains around me were filled with thick fog. If I have leisure, I can enjoy it, but I can't go away in this painful weather. When the sun came out near noon, it was very kind to bask in this wet and cold old town.

Fang Qi suddenly thought that those missing people must have come in their cars. Can't they even lose their cars? Ask the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper said that there are two or three streets in the town. Some shops can stop. His shop is at the intersection. Parking a car will block the road. When he reminded him, Fang Qi was really embarrassed, so he drove to the other two streets to check. As the boss said, there were seven or eight cars parked in the stone yard of a hotel.

Another hotel asked guests to park their cars in another house of his family. When they saw the cars, Fang Qi knew that the car came from Grandpa Wang Enron and his third and fourth uncles who later looked for them. He inquired with the boss. As expected, the name of the Wang family was registered.

I inquired about all the hotels in the town and got a lot of information. One is to find the time for the people from the Wang family to enter, and the latest is more than half a month; The second is to find a substitute for those people's cars. They are only a few days away from the third and fourth uncles of the Wang family; Third, the most vehicles found were those of ghost worshippers, with license plates from different places, as well as a van and a business car.

Finally, Fang Qi drove to the ghost theater behind the town. In front of the ghost theater, there was a square paved with stone slabs. The theater was built like a two-story hall. On both sides of the theater, there were two stone lions and a stone tablet with blurred handwriting. Opposite the theater, it was a building that looked like both Taoist temples and temples.

The combination of Taoism and temple is very common in rural areas. The local gods are generally enshrined here. The path mentioned by sister Xi was behind the ghost theater. Seeing the path, Fang Qi understood why even the road builders were unwilling to come in. Because the back of the ghost theater is leaning against a steep mountain wall, and the path is cut out from the mountain wall. The hill is like a screen, blocking the entrance to the valley of the dead.

Uncle Gan nuzui to the front: "is this it?" Fang Qi looked around and saw that there were mountains. No wonder this place was called Daba Mountain. This town is really remote. It can be seen from the stacked houses built close to the mountain that there had been prosperity for hundreds of years.

Wang Enron said that salt mines were produced in the dead man's valley. In those days, salt was the lifeblood of the people. It's not surprising that the government was unwilling to mine it and handed it over to the Wang family. The conditions here are really difficult, even in the small town. I'm afraid the valley is more frightening and dangerous.

Fang Qi looked at the sun in the sky and said, "let's go into the mountain this afternoon." The two old men didn't object. Fang Qi drove back to eat, climbed up the mountain with his backpack on his back, and looked at the valley. The valley was hidden in the shadow of the cliff full of trees. The mountain seemed to grow out of the sky, and the road down was steep.

Down the mountain is a large lush forest. This forest has a radius of several miles. When you are in it, you only feel the air of yin and cold. However, the road under our feet was paved with stone slabs, with deep ruts on it. It must have been that we had to rely on manpower to push a unicycle to transport, and even animals could not come in.

The dead man's Valley looks like a huge wound. The cliffs on both sides are more than ten feet high. They are all extremely steep and staggered. Occasionally, a very thick old tree slants on some mountain walls, which makes people feel frightened. Entering the valley is like the evening. Although the sun is shining outside, the sun inside is blocked by the cliffs.

But the more he walked into the valley, Fang Qi felt more and more rich in aura. His heart moved. Could it be that the 999 hall built by the ancestors of the Wang family in the dead man's valley was to cultivate immortality? If so, would the Wang family also want to practice here with their three sons for a few months, not for the purpose of moving their ancestral graves, or that moving their ancestral graves is just a purpose.

But what happened when the substitutes disappeared for half a month? Hasn't he found the remains of miss Juanzi yet? The more you think about it, the more strange it is. It was getting dark and a stone room appeared in front of it.

Fang Qi pointed to the other side: "stay one night and go tomorrow. I don't know how far it is inside." Turn on the flashlight and shine on the stone house. The stone of the stone house has been covered with gray and black moss. The wind in the valley sweeps through the treetops and makes a ghost sound. Occasionally, a few birds return home and disappear into the darkness.

Push open the broken wooden door of the stone house. It is divided into left and right rooms. There are pits on the ground outside. There are ashes in the pits and a simple wooden frame. This is a fire pool for cooking and heating. After putting down his backpack and lighting firewood, the house suddenly warmed up.

The three people sat around the fire pond eating instant noodles, and no one wanted to talk. The wind in the dead man's valley was very strong. Even listening to the wind, they felt that the bones were numb. The wood suddenly squeaked and opened a gap by the wind, and two dark green eyes peeped through the crack of the door.