Chapter 71: Horror nightmare

While Du Yan and the two were talking, the Maoshan priests in the ancestral hall were almost busy. The pillars and beams of the entire ancestral hall were painted with a matrix to suppress the ghosts.
When Du Yan first saw the ancestral hall in the village, a piece of lacquer painting fell off the pillars, and the background color exposed under the lacquer painting was the law circle drawn by these Maoshan priests.
Standing in the middle of the road, with a long white beard, he nodded, "Yes, let them in."
A moment later, the old man with gray beard that I saw last time, holding a wooden box in his hand, the young man next to him, holding a tablet in his hand.
"Mr. Dao, this is the corpse of the cargo man. There are many beasts in the mountain, and only this skull can be found. Is it feasible?"
Mao Shandao nodded his head: "The only thing that Li Gui cares about in this world is this thing. Put his skull and tablet in Xiangtang, and the female ghost will be hooked."
The old man asked a little hesitantly, "It's not appropriate to put this foreign name in my grandchildren's temple?"
Mayor Mao Shan glanced at him: "This is the injustice made by the people in your village. Without the blessing of your ancestors, the spirit of female ghosts will never dissipate."
The young man next to Fang Gang had no worries when he spoke: "Can't you beat her to death? This female ghost killed so many people, but she also has to pay attention to what kindness she can't accomplish?"
Mayor Mao Shan didn't want to talk about this kind of gimmick Qing Qing, the little disciple beside him rolled his eyes in disdain: "You want to be beautiful, and you want to make my master carry this cause and effect for you No way? "
When Du Yan saw these in front of her, she understood why the fierce ghost who was on Liang Fei's body ran to the hall of the ancestral hall. It turned out to be Liang Fei's body to steal the only thing she cared about inside the ancestral hall.
The Maoshan faction pays attention to a causal cycle. It is not simple and rude to kill Li Gui to death. These Maoshan ministers spent a lot of time putting the female ghost town under the ancestral hall in the village. They wanted to borrow the centuries-old incense of Sun's surname to change their anger.
I don't know what happened to the female ghost. After eating the incense for more than two hundred years, she failed to smooth out her belching. When I saw Xiao Lang, a person of special constitution, coming here, I couldn't wait for the opportunity to run out of trouble.
After the priests left, the door of the shrine was still open. After a while, another group of artisans came in, carrying various materials, and the shrine was renovated. The roof and pillars are painted with the lacquer paintings that Du Yan had seen in the village. After the artisans left, the appearance of the shrine was not much different than it was two hundred years later.
It seems that those masters of Maoshan School have successfully led out female ghosts and suppressed them.
At this time, the door of the shrine opened. Du Yan and Xiao Lang continued to repeat the previous journey. When pushing the door of the shrine for the fourth time, Du Yan grabbed Xiao Lang's arm.
"Behind this, maybe the beginning of all tragedies, you have to remember, no matter what you encounter, tell yourself that these are false."
Xiao Lang nodded, and then they opened the door and entered the shrine.
Behind the door this time, it is no longer the scene of the shrine, but about Fan's life.
Fan's story, some old-fashioned but also very tragic, was sold to this village by her parents.
A single old hunter in her forties in the village bought her fourteen-year-old Fan from her parents. When Fan married, he didn't even have the wedding clothes, so he was sent to the old hunter's bed like a livestock.
When Fan was pregnant, the old hunter encountered a wolf pack in the mountains, and his bones remained. Fan gave birth to a posthumous son, leaned on a few acres of Botian and some embroidery work to pull his son up.
Finally, I look forward to my son's entrance exam for a child student and a scholar before entering the provincial capital. While her son was taking the exam, Fan had a little time on her own. At this time, she knew the first time he had come to the village to do small business.
Although Fan is a widow, in order to avoid suspicion, he almost stays at home, but at this moment, he still needs to go out and buy some needles and brains.
It turned out that the man who regularly came to the village to buy and sell was a very old man, but this time he came to be a handsome man. It is said that it was the son of Laolianglang. His father was old and the son took over the business.
Fan's son was born when he was fifteen years old, and now he is only thirty years old. He was born again and looks beautiful. The young man was stupid when he first saw her.
In the next few trades, the small cargo man always found various excuses to send more needle and thread cloth to Fan's. Fan is originally a sensitive person, naturally knows the mind of Xiao Canglang.
Her irritation of Gujing was finally shaken by this enthusiastic young man. However, Fan Shi still firmly refused the small goods man, until this time, the small goods man took a small wooden box to Fan's while he was not paying attention.
Du Yan opened her eyes and saw an embroidery shed in her hand. The white fingers moved through it neatly, and soon a vivid plum blossomed on it. Later, he put down his embroidery and got up and made it in front of the mirror.
All in all, Du Yan couldn't control his body at all. Looking at the beautiful female face in the bronze mirror, he knew that he is now Fanshi who became two hundred years ago.
This is a routine that Li Gui likes to use, so that people who break in can experience all the misery in their lives. As long as you experience this moment, your mind will be shaken, you may be scared to death, or you may be attacked by a ghost.
What Du Yan can do now is to wait and see what happens. I just don't know what role Xiao Xiao, who is also trapped here, will be. An idea rose in his mind, shouldn't Xiao Lang be the little seller.
Anyway, I can only stay in Fan ’s body now, look
Everything she does. Fan brought out a small wooden box from the corner of the dressing table, which was exactly the one Xiao Xiaolang gave her.
In the wooden box was a pair of earrings and a letter.
Earrings are a way of expressing affection. As stated in the letter, Du Yan also saw it clearly.
Probably even the small cargo man knows that their identities are difficult to be together, but the small cargo man is willing to take Fan, and a widow like her is not a villager, and she disappears without notice. In the end, Xiaocanglang said he would wait for her in the woods outside the village on the evening of the fifteenth of the next month.
Fan looked at the letter for a long time, and a tear fell on the stationery. She hesitated to tear the letter, but still couldn't bear it, and folded it up.
In the next few days, Fan's heart had been struggling with this matter. She used a red cloth to make herself red embroidered shoes that she could never put on, and hesitated several times before making a decision.
After that, Fan's son went home, and the delighted Fan went out to buy meat for his son to improve food. Du Yan's perspective at this moment was not on Fan, but stayed at home.
He watched Fan's son in her room and accidentally found the wooden box. After reading the letter, he stood in the room for a long time and left.
The next day, Fan's son went to the patriarch's house. On the third day, he left home again under the pretext of busy academics.
In the blink of an eye, it will be the fifteenth month. Du Yan watched Fan go to the appointment, but Fan did not want to elope with the goods man, but decided to completely reject the goods man, she still could not let go of her son.
Fan saw the trader waiting there in the woods, and returned the wooden box to the trader. The clerk asked her why, and Fan only said, "Hate or meet when you are not married."
The man opened the wooden box and found that in addition to the earrings and letters, there was a pair of bright red delicate embroidered shoes.
Fan's head bowed down and smiled sadly, saying that he hoped that when the groom met a woman who really treated him in the future, he could put on these embroidered shoes for her.
Just then, the woods suddenly lit up. The patriarch took the young and middle-aged man in the village and came up with a torch. Amidst the chaos, the cargo man was lucky to run away, but Fan was arrested back to the village.
Du Yan knelt on the cold bluestone brick of the ancestral hall, her arms were tied behind her, and her body was in pain. He can control this body now, and it is ridiculous that when he can control it, he can actually do nothing.
A basin of cold water slammed onto Du Yan's head. He looked up and saw the patriarch and the old man in the village standing in front.
"Fans, do you know what's wrong?"
Du Yan didn't say anything. He knew that whatever he said now was futile.
The patriarch said angrily: "Don't think you don't speak, I can't take you anymore, the evidence is here."
Raising his hand, he dropped the small wooden box in front of Du Yan's eyes, the cover of the wooden box was opened, and the contents rolled out. Those bright red embroidered shoes happened to be in front of Du Yan.
The next thing is that the clan chastised Du Yan for a long time, how to not keep the woman's ethics, how to be unwilling to seduce the merchant. Even the crop man standing behind him stood up and said that he had been seduced.
Du Yan didn't have the will to whisper, but at the moment he spoke uncontrollably: "What about Haoer?"
Hao'er is Fan's son. At this moment, he has already passed the examination. No matter how strict the rules are in the clan, he cannot use lynching against the mother who raised the person.
The patriarch sneered: "Your son can't stand the shamelessness of his mother, and this is why he has revealed everything in the clan."
A bit of cold and bitter meaning, from the bottom of Du Yan's feet to the top of his head, he knew that the feeling of ashamed heart now does not come from himself, but from Fan's.
The patriarch finally decided to judge the non-widow widow in accordance with the clan rules in front of all the villagers three days later.
When the patriarch left, Du Yan was left alone in the shrine, still kneeling on the ground with his hands tied.
Du Yan looked down at the ground, analyzing the situation at this time. What happened to Fan is certainly not that simple, such as being lynched for the betrayal of his son alone. Even though the grievances were skyrocketing, she had killed most of the people in the village, and she would not have been sealed for two hundred years.
At this moment, the door of the shrine opened, and Du Yan turned around and saw a few young men dressed as crop men. Several men gathered around with an unpleasant smile.
"Looking at this thin skin and tender meat, it's heartbreaking to be with hemp rope ..." A person crouched down, "I help you untie, but you have to be obedient."
Obscenity spit out from the mouths of several young men. Du Yan frowned, and finally knew where Fan's grievance came from.
The corpses hanging in the shrine were male corpses. It seems that in these few nights, almost all the men in the village came to visit the place, and did a heinous sin against the Fan who was held in the shrine.
Du Yan was thinking about it and was directly pressed to the ground. He lifted his feet and wanted to sting, but found that his current strength was no different from that of women, and he had no resistance at all.
At this point, Du Yan couldn't bear it no matter how calm he was, when he was trying to get away from the plan. I saw a person rushing in from outside the shrine, a person who broke open and pressed on Du Yan.
"Come on." The person dragged Du Yan's hand and ran outside.
Du Yan took a closer look and found that it was the little merchant. He turned his thoughts and asked, "Xiao Lang?"
The man nodded: "It's me, I'm sorry I'm late, and I was able to control the body not long ago."
Before they ran out of the village entrance, they heard someone shouting behind them, "People run away! People run away!"