"Amitabha, thank you so much!"

Ma Chengfeng and Zhang Huifang followed him all the way, walking farther and farther along the village road, and after a short time, the old monk with an umbrella asked for a bag full of miscellaneous grains and walked towards the broken temple behind the village.

The broken temple has been around for some years, I heard that it was left in the Qing Dynasty, and then in the 70s, the four old Buddha statues were smashed. For many years, all monks who have traveled through this place will spend the night in the ruined temple.

"Amitabha, the two little donors have followed the poor monk all the way, is there anything wrong?" Suddenly, the old monk with the umbrella turned his head.

"I didn't ...... It's okay...... We just go through. Huifang was timid, hiding behind Ma Chengfeng and said cowardly.

Ma Chengfeng remained silent, squinting his eyes at the old monk, the old monk clasped his hands and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, but he couldn't see that it was as evil as the old blind man said.

The simple village is particularly quiet after nightfall, only in the small shop at the east end of the village, the group of gamblers are still building the Great Wall in a sparse manner.

"Cheng Feng, are you not allowed to go out tonight to hear it?" On the kang head, the old blind man came out of nowhere.

"Rub, what are I doing running out in the middle of the night? Go to sleep, all the chattering has caught up with the old ladies. ”

"Hey...... I'm telling you, something is going to happen to you tonight, if someone dies! If you see you, you'll die!" The old blind man said in a non-yin and non-yang manner.

"Are you sick? Can't you say something nice when it's almost the New Year? Now that you've figured it out, don't care about it? Don't you always say that you are a blind fairy in Liaoxi? ”

The old blind man crossed Erlang's leg and said that I don't care, I can't control it now, as long as it is at night, I can't cure the play, and you can't catch its tail during the day, annoyed! Sleep, sleep! Tomorrow morning, you will take me to Lao Ye Ling first.

Ma Chengfeng was born a thief, he felt light, he woke up at a little movement, and when he slept until about two o'clock in the second half of the night, he was woken up by a scream from the east of the village.

"Dead! Dead! "The people in the tunzi are simple, whoever has a big and small affair as long as a voice, the old and young masters will not stand idly by, the dead are not a trivial matter, I saw that the tunzi has become better dozens of houses are all lit up, hoes, sticks, kitchen knives all rushed towards the east of the village.

Ma Chengfeng just wanted to jump under the kang, but suddenly his wrist was choked by the old blind man. "Don't go!"

They are all from the villagers, Ma Chengfeng can't just ignore the old blind man's words, when he was a child, there was only an elderly grandmother in the family, and even those few acres of cultivated land were planted with the help of the villagers, so he raised himself. Ma Chengfeng shook off the old blind man's big hand, and his figure was like a gust of wind. Rushed out in two steps.

The shop in the east of the village is just at the entrance of the village, and every night, a group of idle gamblers sit in the shop, buy some chicken feet, buy some peanuts, and a few bottles of beer for a night. Tonight is no exception. It may be that he drank too much in the first half of the night, and a gambler named Zhao Da ran out to pee in the back bud rice field when he said he was in a hurry, but the other three waited for him for more than 20 minutes and didn't see him come back.

After Ma Chengfeng ran over, the villagers were already surrounded by hoes and sickles, but there was one point, no one dared to step forward to touch Zhao Da's corpse. One by one, they looked stunned and hid from afar. Some of the young girls turned away in shame and didn't dare to look at them.

He stepped forward to push away the crowd, and took a closer look, this Zhao Da died a little strangely, there was no wound on his body, his eyes were open, and his expression was intoxicated, but the eye sockets of his eyes were deep, and every hair on his skin was also hanging weakly. Maybe ordinary people don't understand what it means, but the hairs can still hang down?

In these old years, according to superstition, it was very important, and the sweat hair secreted sweat, and the sweat was more or less the embodiment of the man's yang energy, and the heavy yang energy of the sweat hair. Some of them are seventeen or eighteen years old, young and vigorous young men, if you look closely, the hairs on their bodies are standing on end. When the old man is old, the hair is lying down.

This Zhao Da is only twenty-eight years old, strong as an ox, and has no illness, how can this be?

This is not the weirdest, Zhao Da was naked, and the toy between his legs turned out to be ...... It became very sluggish.

This play may be difficult to describe in words, according to our popular words, it is yang, withering.

Zhao Da is quite famous in Tunzi, whoever has a little daughter-in-law and a little girl has to avoid him, and the old ladies in Tunzi usually blush when they mention him. As for how many women he had an affair with, it was impossible to say. Once, Ma Chengfeng went to the toilet and ran into Zhao Da, and inadvertently lowered his head, which frightened Ma Chengfeng, this Zhao Da is not only strong, but also majestic, definitely more than twice as much as an ordinary man, no wonder the widows in the tunzi are with him......

can look at Zhao Da in front of him again, the crotch penis said that it is a four-year-old child, at most it is a small ...... Ball!

"What's going on?" Ma Chengfeng asked Boss Wang of the store.

"No, alas, mom, I don't dare to let them come to me in the future, and this will kill people?" A group of people, you look at me, I look at you, no one can see the reason, so they have to temporarily help him carry the body back to the house. Fortunately, there is only one brother in the Zhao family, and there is no relative or anything, otherwise how would this family have a good time during the New Year?

The crowd dispersed, Ma Chengfeng stood in the budding rice field and was suspicious, faintly feeling that there seemed to be a fragrance in the air, the fragrance was very pungent, and there was a sense of déjà vu, which was somewhat similar to the smell of the fox fairy he saved in the dream. No way...... Could it be that after she brought the fox fairy back, she ......

Maybe that's right! I've always heard that the fox fairy has a spell to pick yang and supplement yin, and almost all the men she hooked up with were ******** the death described in those black jokes was exactly the same as Zhao Da!

Ma Chengfeng had an ominous premonition in his heart, could it be that he had opened Pandora's box and rescued a harmful monster?

"Coming back? I said I wouldn't let you see it, and it's useless for you to watch it. "The old blind man was lying on the kang, looking like a master who had already seen through the heavens.

"It's her...... She must have done it! Ma Chengfeng sat on the edge of the kang and blamed himself a little.

"Who? Hey...... Did you see that? The old blind man sneered.

"Nope! But I smell her! ”