The night is cool as water.
Although Bijia Village is a remote little village, it is after all under the jurisdiction of the famous tourist city of Gucheng. The road leading to the village is flat and wide, and the paths are not as muddy and difficult as everyone imagines.
The path was quiet, with a gentle breeze at night, and the only sound was the clattering footsteps of people walking along.
There was no one living around, which made them feel as if they were heading to Silent Hill. The fear of the unknown made them feel cold in their hearts.
The guests of the program and the photographers who followed them talked and laughed as they walked, trying to divert attention.
Yang Hong walked up to Jing Cheng and said, "Hey? Little Taoist priest, I heard Director Zhao say that you can draw talismans. Is that true?"
Jing Cheng glanced at him and said, "Really."
Yang Hong said with great interest: "You are quite amazing. What kind of talismans can you draw? Tell me about them."
Jing Cheng noticed that a cameraman was filming them. He turned his head away so as not to appear in the camera and said indifferently, "Drawing talismans is for cultivating the mind, not a tool for showing off."
Yang Hong shrugged, snorted, and muttered something like "pretentious" and "hypocritical", obviously not taking it seriously.
...
...
Professor Fu disagreed and said, "Xiao Yang, you are wrong. You may not believe in it, but you should respect the beliefs of others."
Yang Hong squinted at Jing Cheng and said mockingly, "What does this have to do with faith? I was wondering why the director wanted to find a child to participate in the show, saying that it can guarantee our safety? Do I, a grown man, need a child to protect me?"
Although Yang Hong spoke at a normal volume, in the dead of night, even the smallest volume would be amplified.
Qin Yan and Fu Le were originally following behind with the program crew, but after hearing Yang Hong's words, they immediately quickened their pace and caught up.
Bullying their oranges? This is absolutely intolerable!
Jing Cheng thought to himself, I have seen many people like you, and in the end, don’t they still come back crying and beg me?
But he said, "If you don't believe me, just do as you please."
The good old man Xin Guang came over to smooth things over and patted Yang Hong on the shoulder: "Forget it, forget it. There are so many of us, what can go wrong?"
Turning to Jing Cheng, he said, "Master Jing is young and promising, and has a broad mind. Don't bother with him."
Yang Hong was choked with anger and was about to say something when he saw Qin Yan and Fu Le running over and staring at him with unfriendly expressions, as if they were going to punch him in the face if he said anything unpleasant again.
He didn't dare to mess with such hot-blooded young men. If he angered them, who knows what they might do.
Jing Cheng looked innocent and harmless, and he could still say a few words. But Qin Yan, who looked taller than him, had a gloomy face, and it was clear that he was not someone to be trifled with.
The bad nature of human beings is to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Yang Hong had no choice but to follow Xin Guang's advice and distance himself from them with a sullen look on his face.
"Who on earth is this person? Look at what he's been told!" Fu Le said angrily, "Is he a relative that the investor stuffed in? So unreliable?"
Qin Yan walked up to Jing Cheng and said slowly, "He's just a clown. Don't worry about him. If he really wants to cause trouble, are the three of us afraid of him?"
Xin Guang smiled and said, "You kids nowadays always want to solve problems with force. Xiao Yang is an atheist and doesn't believe in Taoist ghosts and gods. His words may be unpleasant to the ear, but you just need to listen and forget about it. Don't take it to heart."
Fu Le curled his lips: "He is already such a grown-up, does he still need us to spoil him? Does he really think everyone in the world is his mother?"
Jing Cheng remained silent. He didn't take Yang Hong seriously at all, so naturally he didn't care what he said.
Since no one believes in him, he doesn't need to waste his energy drawing amulets for them.
To Jing Cheng's surprise, Yan Xiu actually spoke.
He said in a gentle voice: "I believe that Taoist Jing is really capable. Please take care of me along the way."
He looked at Jing Cheng seriously, his eyes full of sincerity.
Jing Cheng: “?”
No. Are you serious?
…
It was embarrassing for such a thing to happen in the team, so after watching the excitement, everyone quickly dispersed in groups of three or four, each with their own familiar faces.
The main force completely separated and went away.
The night is long and the road is long.
Jing Cheng and the other two walked at the end.
Fu Le suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "One day, the protagonist's friend mysteriously disappeared, and the protagonist began to look for his whereabouts. Someone told the protagonist that his friend's last visit was to a village. After hearing the news, the protagonist decided to set off that night. This is usually the beginning of a ghost story."
Jing Cheng and Qin Yan: "..."
"Or maybe the protagonists were hiking and driving, and accidentally passed by a village. The villagers warmly entertained them, and they decided to stay there to rest that night. The next morning, the protagonist's girlfriend suddenly disappeared mysteriously. Everyone panicked and looked for her, but couldn't find her after a whole day, so they had to stay there. On the third day, one person was missing from the protagonist group again. On the fourth day... later, they discovered that there was a ghost in this village..."
Jing Cheng interrupted him: "Don't talk about ghosts at night, keep your mouth shut."
"I'm just joking because you guys are bored. Orange, you're too serious." Fu Le said depressedly.
Qin Yan kicked him lightly: "Don't make jokes. Don't you see where we are now?"
"Where is it? It's too dark and I can't see clearly."
Fu Le squinted his eyes and turned on the flashlight on his phone. The faint light could only illuminate an area of about three inches in front of him.
However, at this moment, several women screamed in front:
“Ah ...
"I think I saw someone lying there. Tell me I am dazzled!"
"It's so scary! Come and see!"
"Oh my God! I don't want to record the show anymore, what is this..."
.
The scream of one woman is nothing, but the screams of several women combined together are enough to make people feel dizzy.
All the men present frowned.
"What are you yelling for!" Director Zhao roared, unable to bear it any longer. "Everyone, be quiet!"
An Qi said in panic: "What happened? I seemed to see someone lying on the ground..."
"There's no one here in the wilderness! You must be dazzled and jumpy." Someone interrupted.
"Then then...is that a dead person?" An Qi asked timidly. She admitted that she was scared.
A cameraman who was following the filming took a look at the camera, turned his head and asked, "Director Zhao, I noticed that the direction we are going seems a little wrong. What are these rows of things?"
Upon hearing this, everyone took out their mobile phones or flashlights, and beams of light gathered together to illuminate the road ahead.
Sure enough, there were rows of stone tablets neatly arranged in front, which looked particularly creepy in the quiet night.
"Is this a cemetery? Why is it built here?" Xiao Qu asked in surprise.
"What's wrong? I just followed the direction given by the village official, and I didn't make any mistakes!" Director Zhao used his flashlight to glance at the path ahead and said nonchalantly, "The suburbs are sparsely populated, and cemeteries are basically built here. What's the big deal?"
Several staff members were whispering.
"Who would build a cemetery on a main road? Are you crazy?"
"That's right, it's really unlucky!"
"I just recorded it by accident. When this episode is released, the audience might think we are shooting a horror movie."
"Our show is no different from a horror movie. What happened in the last episode?"
"Shh... don't mention it, that's really unlucky! Director Zhao's face changed."
The staff member realized that he had said something wrong and quickly shut up.
Professor Fu walked forward and shone a flashlight. He pondered and said, "That's right. In many rural areas in mountainous areas, there are no cemeteries. They are used to burying their deceased relatives not far from home. Some even bury them in their own backyards. This has been the case for generations. Over time, they will form their own family cemeteries, just like this one."
"Every place has its own funeral customs. Many rural areas are still used to burying people in the ground. You don't have to be afraid. It's nothing."
An Qi bit her lip and said palely: "But... I saw someone lying there, late at night..."
Xin Guang said in a deep voice: "It's a paper figurine. Look, there are wreaths there. Someone must have come here to offer sacrifices recently and hasn't had time to clean it up yet."
Yang Hong sneered, "Women are troublesome, they are very brave."
Knowing that he was not dead, An Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Yang Hong mocking her, she immediately became angry: "How can you be like this!"
Yang Hong: "How am I? Am I wrong?"
Mao Yinghou also looked frightened. She patted her chest and said with a smile, "I was scared too. This is the first time in my life that I come to a cemetery in the middle of the night."
She raised her voice and said, "Director Zhao, please give us a red envelope to calm us down."
Director Zhao said without even turning his head: "No problem. If you are scared, hurry up and leave. Don't waste time here."
When Jing Cheng saw Fu Le actually taking pictures with his mobile phone, he was immediately upset.
He pulled Fu Le and said, "Come here, don't be too far away from us."
"What's wrong?" Fu Le came over with a puzzled look on his face.
"The area near the cemetery is the most yin place, especially this kind of cemetery, where 'yin spirits' gather together. Your fire energy is too weak, so it's easy to attract their attention."
"Ghost?" Fu Le was stunned and asked, "You mean there is a ghost here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Le felt a cold wind passing by his ears, as if something blew into his ears.
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Fu Le's forehead. Holy shit! Are you serious?
Jing Cheng didn't want to explain too much to him and directly pushed the person to Qin Yan.
Qin Yanyang has a strong fire element and is immune to all evil spirits. It is safest to be around him.
The sweat on Fu Le's forehead dripped down: "Wow, Brother Yan seems to have something here..."
Qin Yan: "...Don't scare yourself."
Jing Cheng said, "Follow him and stop running around."
Fu Le pinched Qin Yan's coat and nodded wildly: "I will definitely not run around!"
The large group continued to move forward, and after about twenty minutes, everyone's vision gradually broadened.
The soft moonlight illuminated the neatly arranged unfinished houses and farmyards not far away. The lights flickered and the barking of dogs could be heard one after another.
From this perspective, Bijia Village is no different from other villages except that the houses are a bit simple.
Jing Cheng glanced inadvertently and found that Yan Xiu and Professor Fu were standing together, talking and laughing.
Jing Cheng: “?”
He was completely at odds with Yan Xiu today. The more it seemed like there was no problem, the more problematic it seemed.
Jing Cheng always believed in his intuition, and he didn't think Yan Xiu was really innocent and harmless.
He quickly took a few steps to catch up with the two of them, with just the right amount of confusion on his face: "What are you talking about?"
Professor Fu said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Mr. Yan was also interested in folklore. We are talking about this."
Yan Xiu smiled and said, "My next play is related to folk customs, so I want to discuss it with Professor Fu to enrich myself and avoid making a fool of myself when the time comes. Speaking of which, the character I am going to play may be a relative of the Taoist priest."
"Oh?" Jing Cheng asked in surprise, "Can I ask who it is?"
A gleam flashed in Yan Xiu's beautiful eyes, and he said slowly: "He is a legendary figure born in the Republic of China, a great man who is highly respected by the people."
Jing Cheng inexplicably had a bad feeling in his heart.
"He is the last Heavenly Master of the Jing Clan of Taiyin Mountain of the Heavenly Master Dao."
Yan Xiu licked his lips unconsciously, narrowed his eyes, and whispered: "Master Lingsu."
Jing Cheng: “…………”
His premonition turned out to be correct.
-----
The author has something to say:
I looked back and found a lot of bugs, so I fixed them and added some words.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
