cloudy day

Chapter 50

Ghosts have no shadows, which means that behind them is...

When I looked back, I saw a white-haired old man standing at the gate of the temple, holding a kerosene lamp in his hand.

The faint light in the mist shone on his face, and the old man was wrinkled and expressionless. In this atmosphere, he was more terrifying than a ghost.

"Who are you? How dare you come here at night?" The old man said, his voice was very hoarse.

I took a look at Deaf Zhang, but I didn't know what the old man was, so I said, "We came to Baigui Slope to subdue all ghosts. He is a pool collector."

After hearing this, the old man finally showed a look of surprise on his face. He stared at the big and round Zhang Deaf and asked, "Are you a pool collector? What is your relationship with Chen Guiqi?"

Deaf Zhang didn't hear it clearly, so he leaned over and asked, "What? Sir, please speak up? What the hell are you talking about?"

"What does Chen Guiqi have to do with you!" the old man said loudly, coughing a few times.

"Chen Guiqi is my master! Old man, do you know my master?" Deaf Zhang said loudly in surprise, and the old man took a few steps back in fright.

It turned out that Zhang Deaf's master had also been to Baiguipo, and was lost in the fog in the mountains just like us. It was the old man who finally led him out of the mountains.

The old man saw that we were not suspicious, so he took us to his house to rest. His house is not far from the mountain temple, and it is a tile house made of blue bricks.

Because there is no electricity in this barren mountain, there are no household appliances in the house, except of course the flashlight on the table.

The old man poured us two glasses of water, I drank a few sips, looked at the empty room, and asked curiously: "Old man, why do you live alone in this wilderness?"

Sitting on a chair, the old man fanned the cattail fan in his hand and said to us: "I am a mountain guard. My ancestors have lived in the deep mountains for generations, and my ancestors have guarded this Yinling Mountain for generations."

"Mountain Keeper?" It's the first time I've heard the word "Shoushanjian". I only know coffin bearer and paper maker.

"Young man, it's normal if you haven't heard of it. Our mountain guards are even rarer than pool collectors. Now that society has progressed, who would like to stay in the deep mountains and old forests like a savage for the rest of his life, living a life of poverty and loneliness." The old man said He let out a long sigh.

"Old man, why don't you go down the mountain to live? Is it because of the ancestor's instruction?" I asked.

But the old man shook his head, "It's not just because of the instruction from our ancestors, our mountain craftsmen guard not only a big mountain, but also the secrets that have been hidden for hundreds of years in this Yinling mountain."

"Hundreds of years of secrets?" The old man's last words aroused my curiosity, and I straightened my back.

"Actually, this is not a big secret. It's just that very few people know these things, and people have gradually forgotten them over the past few hundred years. If you are interested, the old man will tell you about it." The old man said to us .

I suddenly became energetic and nodded repeatedly, but Deaf Zhang was lying on the bed and snoring like thunder.

The old man smiled slightly, took out the other cigarette pot in his waist, and put a bag of cigarettes in it. When I saw a match on the table, I subconsciously lit a spark for him.

Seeing the expression of the old man smoking in front of me, I couldn't help but think of Mr. Jiang, and sighed secretly.

The old man took a few puffs of cigarettes, and then told me all kinds of weird, mysterious and weird things that happened in Yinling Mountain and Baigui Slope for hundreds of years.

And what I never expected was that one of the incidents had a great connection with my life experience!
(End of this chapter)