Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Airplanes, trains and then passenger cars.

After a long journey, Li Changan finally arrived at the mountain village...The town where he belongs, as you can see, three and two streets are staggered, and the old buildings are arranged in undulating terrain. In addition, there are piles of piles upon each other. Mountain.

The heavy rain has never stopped, and the air is humid and depressing.

Thinking of the long and damp journey to reach the village in the mountains, Li Chang'an's mood was not particularly beautiful.

However, what is even more unpleasant is:

"Professor Shao, they entered the mountain early yesterday."

"Are you at the station?"

"Okay, okay, I will pick you up now."

Ten minutes later.

A van hit the station, the door opened, and a middle-aged man greeted Li Changan to get on the bus.

He is the person on the previous call.

He introduced himself as Wang Zhongmin, a local village cadre, and was arranged by the town to be the guide and contact person of the archaeological team.

He looks forty or fifty years old on the outside, with a flat head, gray stubble, and a style of grassroots cadres. As soon as Li Chang'an got on the bus, he came over with "Soft China".

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

"Nowadays cultural people don't smoke anymore."

He joked, put cigarettes in his jacket pocket, and pointed to the rear compartment, which was filled with all kinds of living supplies, tools, and equipment.

"My trip was originally to bring some supplies and equipment into the mountain. After receiving your conversation from Captain Li, I turned back halfway..."

The identity that Zhong Huansu prepared for Li Chang'an was the deputy leader of the archaeological team, nominally a supervising army who was temporarily airborne.

"Am I sending you to the guest house for a day off now?"

"Don't bother, let's go into the mountain together."

…………

The van drove away from the unknown town and plunged into the rugged mountains without looking back. The scenery became more and more remote and desolate, and the road under the wheels was getting worse and worse.

At the beginning, it was a concrete road, then an asphalt road, and then a gravel road. In the end, I don't know if it is a road.

Or the "track" in the mud, or the flat stone surface dug beside the cliff.

It's getting more and more precarious, getting narrower and narrower.

Especially when passing through a section of the stone path cut out of the mountainside, the mountain stream is wrapped in sand and gravel and rustles down, obstructing the view; the wind and rain pull the car windows towards the cliff, rustling; under the wheels, the edge of the stone path is broken. It seems to be narrower than the car body, which makes people worry about whether the tires are all hanging in the air.

"Captain Li, don't worry."

Wang Zhongmin leisurely grasped the steering wheel.

"I have driven this road for decades, and I have never made a mistake."

That is, if you make a mistake, can you sit here and brag with me?

The left and right can't control their own destiny, so they simply pretend to be fearless.

Li Changan forced himself not to look at the cliffs outside the window, and instead talked to Wang Zhongmin.

"Brother Wang is this..." The name of the destination mountain village was a bit confusing, and Li Changan turned out the information, "Erdi and the people in the village?"

"no."

"I just run this road often."

He turned around again, his words glamorous.

"But you have to ask the person in the town who knows this village best, except for me, there is no second."

This made Li Changan really interested.

"Talk?"

...

"To talk about this Erdihu Village, we have to start with a story circulated in the local area."

Wang Zhongmin lit a cigarette and opened the window a little bit.

The wind and rain poured in, blowing away the sultry heat and sweat in the car.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and took a deep cigarette.

immediately.

Smoke fills the carriage with the story.

...

a long long time ago.

In order to escape the oppression of the government, a group of people hid in the mountains and established a village.

But they are not people of the mountains, so the land does not allow their crops to grow, the forest does not allow their bows and arrows to shoot their prey, and the river does not allow them to catch fish or shrimp in their fishing nets.

When they were about to starve to death, they finally remembered begging for acceptance from the mountain god.

In the beginning, they sacrificed livestock.

But the mountain **** descended on drought.

Let there be no rain clouds in the sky, and let the rivers and springs on the ground dry up.

The villagers thought that the mountain **** was not satisfied with their tribute.

So they sacrificed the old man.

But the mountain **** sent an earthquake again.

Let the mountains and rivers shake, and the houses will collapse.

The villagers think that the mountain **** is still not satisfied with their tribute.

This time, they sacrificed women.

But the mountain **** descended the plague again.

Let their minds be dull and crazy, let their limbs rot, mold, and grow hair.

The villagers think that the mountain **** is still not satisfied with their tribute.

In the end, they had to prepare to sacrifice their children.

But by this time, all the adults were knocked down by hunger, drought, earthquake and plague, and only seven children remained healthy. Among the seven children, there is a child named Azhi. He is the oldest of the children, and he is also the strongest, the smartest and the kindest.

He did not abandon the villagers. He would rather take the risk of catching the plague and do his best to take care of them, but after all there was no food in the village, he had to leave the village to find food.

He came to the deep water pool under the mountain to fish, but found that the drought had dried up the water, and the earthquake had cracked the mountain, exposing a hole.

There was a voice calling him in the dark.

So he got into the cave.

On the first day, the rocks frayed his hands, feet and knees.

The next day, darkness deprived him of his eyes and ears.

On the third day, hunger and exhaustion made him near death.

On the fourth day, he came to the residence of the mountain god.

The mountain **** praised his courage and perseverance, and decided to reward him.

"Great mountain god, what are you going to reward me?"

"I can give you gold piled like a mountain, silver flowing like a river, gems as many as the sky full of stars."

"I don't want these."

"I can make the most beautiful woman in the world marry you as a wife."

"I don't want these either."

"I can make you an emperor, and every citizen in the mountains will obey your orders."

"I don't want these either."

"What do you want?"

"I just want the villagers to get back to health."

The mountain **** was moved by Azhi's kindness and decided to satisfy his wish, but there was only one thing: not to disclose the existence of the mountain **** to others.

The mountain **** cut his wrist, and his blood was filled with golden gravel, filling Archie's water sac.

Then sent Azhi back to the village.

The blood of the gods is indeed magical.

One drop restores the patient's health, two drops make the disabled give birth to hands and feet, and three drops can revive the dead.

As a result, the villagers recovered their health and did not have to worry about their livelihoods, because Azhi's deeds of healing villagers spread throughout the mountains, and every day someone came to seek medical treatment with money, and Azhi generously shared the money with everyone.

In this way, Azhi grew up day by day, the name of the "general doctor" became more and more popular, more and more people sought medical treatment, the village became more and more prosperous, and the "genius blood" became less and less.

Finally one day, the "sacred blood" was used up, and Azhi announced the news. The villagers panicked. They had long been accustomed to the luxurious and prosperous life brought about by the "sacred blood" and could not accept that they were about to return to poverty.

Among the villagers, some people think that Azhi is lying because he does not want to share the wealth with everyone anymore, and wants to monopolize the benefits of "divine blood".

They want to catch Azhi and ask the source of the "sacred blood".

But everyone in the village has been blessed by Azhi, and many people would not support their plan. They persuaded the opponents to promise wealth to the poor, to the ugly beauty, and to the cowardly to promise power.

Finally, everyone betrayed Azhi.

They tied Azhi to the top of the mountain for questioning, but Azhi kept in mind the promise to the mountain god, and said nothing, so they cut Azhi’s neck angrily, and only mortal blood flowed out, not the “god of the golden sands”. "Blood", they returned disappointed, and abandoned Azhi on the top of the mountain to bleed to death.

The blood seeps through the soil, then through the rocks, and finally into the dwelling of the mountain god.

The mountain **** learned the news of Azhi's death. He shook the mountains angrily. All the people who had been cured by the "sacred blood" died in wailing. He rained again, and all the wealth from the "sacred blood" was stricken by the rainstorm. Washed away.

All people died, all wealth disappeared, and only the seven youngest children were left in the village.

...

After the story was told, Wang Zhongmin suddenly asked:

"What does Captain Li think of this story?"

Li Changan politely commented: "Very classic and simple."

"Haha, you just say clichés and plagiarism." Wang Zhongmin grinned, "I also read some fairy tale books, and 80% of this story was copied by some ancestor."

"This kind of folk tale is not plagiarism." Li Changan took the stubbornly. "For example, a book called "Youyang Zazu" in the Tang Dynasty recorded a story very similar to "Cinderella." A good story that can be told has its vitality and spreadability."

"Your cultural people are really interesting."

Wang Zhongmin put away his laughter, and then took his cigarette holder, his eyes showed that the storyteller was about to reveal the peculiar cunning of the foreshadowing.

"But this story is not all made up."

"How to say?"

"I heard from the elderly in my family that long ago, people nearby called this village "Medical Doctor Village" because the people in this village have superb medical skills. The road was actually built at that time. It is probably older than you and me combined. You see it is narrower, because it is not a car, but a carriage."

Unexpectedly, casual chatting could gain such secrets, Li Changan asked with interest:

"and after?"

Wang Zhongming smiled.

"I didn't know it later, I only knew that it suddenly declined."

"but……"

"but?"

"I am a village cadre in a village below the town. You know that the wages of the village can not support people. I usually run sports cars and deliver goods to the small shops in the villages in the mountains. At the same time, I also attract some customers. Most of the time I work. People, sometimes dead. Those who died halfway to the hospital, those who were dragged to the crematorium for cremation, those who died out of town and returned to their hometown to bury the land..."

"But in Erdihuo Village, I have been running a car for decades. Except for your archaeological team, I have never pulled a living person in, nor a dead person. From the first time I entered this village, the villagers of this village There have always been only seven people."

"The name ‘Erdihu’ goes around, and everyone who knows this village nearby calls it..."

He paused.

"The Village of Seven."

...

The journey is longer than imagined.

At dusk, he still did not reach the village.

The mountain road is getting more and more cramped, the rain is getting thicker, the light has long disappeared, and the van seems to have driven into the night ahead of time.

Wang Zhongmin flicked the cigarette **** into the wind and rain, and a little spark was instantly annihilated.

He held the steering wheel, his eyes filled with inexplicable colors.

"Captain Li, you are an educator, do you say that mountain gods really exist?"

Li Chang'an, an amateur magic stick, made a slap in the face.

"If you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will have nothing."

After speaking, he laughed again.

"If there is a mountain god, according to its style, I am afraid it will not welcome us outsiders."

"Don't panic."

Wang Zhongmin slapped the steering wheel.

"Although my old Wang hasn't seen a mountain god, he has been running mountain roads for decades, and he has gotten familiar with him. Even if it gives me the face, I will keep your archaeology going smoothly!"

With a few jokes, Li Changan suddenly noticed something faintly wrong.

He listened in silence for a while.

"Brother Wang, have you heard any strange noises?"

"It's windy and rainy in the mountains, so it's not weird to make any noises."

"Do you feel the ground is moving?"

"Brother Li, have you been fooled by the story? This mountain road is uneven, and the car will definitely shake when driving up."

Do not! Still wrong!

An inexplicable sense of crisis gripped his mind.

Li Changan leaned against the car window to look carefully.

At this time, the mountain road has turned over the steepest section and reached a relatively gentle slope, one side is a **** full of shrubs, and one side is a grass-covered ravine.

Li Changan's eyes widened, leaning on the dim light.

He saw that he saw the mountain flowing!

Immeasurable Tianzun! Slippery...

Boom~ There was a loud noise, and the rocks, soil, and vegetation disintegrated immediately, turning into turbulent waves, rushing toward the face! The car window snapped.

Suddenly.

The sky is spinning around.