The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

The coachman nodded, seeming to be afraid: "People are killed alive. If you kill too many, you will be punished."

Qian Qing lowered his eyes and thought.Although the coachman was wordy and timid, his words were somewhat reasonable, judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be lying.Seeing that Qianqing was silent, the coachman rubbed his hands, shook his head, and prepared to leave without saying a word.

Ganqing stood still, he squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.In the wind and snow, a black temple can be faintly seen lying in the mountains. It is not very clear under the cover of the pine forest, but the dilapidated vermilion lacquered gate can be seen.

"Is there a temple ahead? Let's go and rest first, and then think of countermeasures."

After hearing this, the coachman looked forward, saw the temple, shook his head and said, "That's the mountain god temple in Wu village. It's very strange, the mountain god enshrined in that temple has the appearance of a wolf."

"Wolf?" Gan Qing frowned.

The coachman sat back in the car with a strange expression on his face, as if he wanted to stop talking.

"Wu Village has lived on hunting for generations. They abide by the precepts of their ancestors and are not allowed to leave the village. They hunted wolves for their skins and killed too many animals, so they had to ask God to bless them, so the gods have the appearance of wolves. This village is not auspicious! If you have to come and go with strangers , You must not go there," the coachman shook his head fiercely, and added, "At night, there will always be business travelers who hear strange sounds and see strange figures in the mass graves."

Ganqing stood still and looked at the coachman: "You said that the village is unlucky? Is there something strange?"

He asked without fear, but he was a little excited inside.Whenever strange things happen on the road, Xia Qianqing must be indispensable.He shouted in his heart, he must go to such a strange village.

This is typical looking for trouble for nothing.

The coachman sighed: "There is a mass grave behind the mountain temple. How can there be a temple and a tomb built together? The head of the tomb was built in ancient times, and many bones are still exposed. Some people heard that it was an ancient tomb, so they took guys to dig it. I ordered something, but when I dug it up, it was full of corpses, nothing of value! Not a single coin! I don’t know who buried them all, so many.”

Gan Qing was surprised and said: "The tomb is so broken, it stands to reason that there should be some funeral objects."

"Who knows what's going on. In short, don't go to the mass graves or the mountain temple!" The coachman glanced at Qianqing, saw that he was still staring at the mountain temple, and said, "Why don't I help you, Mr. Going back, this trip is on my shoulders. Others say that the mountain road is impossible to walk, and I am greedy for money, so..."

When Ganqing heard this, he cast a reproachful glance at the coachman, then jumped into the car depressed without saying a word.At this moment, another howl of wolves was heard.The coachman trembled, sighed, and turned the car around.

The wind and snow became more and more severe, and the originally straight dark green pines and cypresses were also bent.

Seeing the wind and snow getting bigger, Ganqing felt unhappy, so he asked, "How long will it take to get to Bianjing on this trip? Which route do you take?"

"I don't know about the small ones. I'm afraid that after the canal is dredged, the son can walk faster. Besides, you can also climb mountains. But the mountain roads are extremely dangerous, rugged and rugged, and almost all of them are cliffs."

Do not feel unhappy.I wanted to hurry up so that I could catch up with Xiangquan, and then go north with him to Bianjing.Hearing what the coachman narrated, he didn't know what to do, so he had to look out the window.When he looked around, he saw smoke rising from the kitchen not far away, he couldn't help being startled, and asked, "Is there a village in front?"

The coachman was a little impatient when he saw that he couldn't keep his mouth shut and asked questions: "It's the Wu village just mentioned. The mountain temple was built by them. It's an unlucky village, and no outsiders usually go there. I've said it all, don't go, don't go!"

Gan Qing rolled his eyes and said decisively: "Stop!"

The coachman immediately pulled the reins and looked towards Qianqing strangely.I saw Qianqing jumping down all of a sudden, raising his head and squinting his eyes to look at the cooking smoke not far away.

That small black dot is the wall of the mud house in Wu Village.The smoke disperses as soon as it enters the air, but against the backdrop of the wind and snow, Wu Village looks particularly peaceful and serene.

"Do the villagers have cows, donkeys, etc. for people to go down the mountain?"

The coachman nodded honestly: "Yes, I also planned to go back by myself and let the young master go there to rest. But I heard that the mountain wolves like to bite the people in Wu village, and they all stay in the house, and the wolf will enter the house to attack People. This village has become a den of wolves. It’s not safe, and the small ones don’t go there. And the people at the foot of the mountain say that the village is weird, haunted by wolves and ghosts—”

Ganqing pondered, you didn't go by yourself, but you planned to ask me to borrow the cattle, you thought you were honest, you are really cowardly and unkind!He was so angry that he didn't hit one place, and said: "Just one mile, do you want to pull it, or not?"

The coachman shook his head.

Seeing that he was timid and shaking his head addictively, Ganqing sneered, raised his hand suddenly, and pulled the donkey's rein unexpectedly.Then he took out the dagger from his sleeve, slashed hard, and the reins immediately fell off.Ganqing jumped up and sat on the little donkey. This time, the donkey was separated from the cart in an instant.

Ganqing kicked the donkey's ass hard with his feet, and it ran away in a hurry.

This series of actions was unbelievably fast, the driver stood there stupidly guarding the empty cart, while the donkey had already sprung several feet away!

Seeing Qianqing and the donkey go away, the coachman woke up.Crying and mourning, he chased after him and shouted "Young master", "No way", "Come back"!

Gan Qing didn't turn his head back, and jumped out like a shadow, running farther and farther, and the coachman stumbled behind him.After a while, the dry shadow disappeared without a trace, leaving only the messy donkey hoof marks all over the ground.

Fine snowflakes danced in the sky and hit the coachman on the head.

Without the donkey, how can the coachman go back?It will take at least one day to walk back, seeing that it is dark, there are wolves in this mountain!

The coachman looked back at his empty cart.He drives a car for a living, which is all he owns.The donkey is lost, the wages are not taken, and the donkey is thrown on the barren hills, and his life may not be guaranteed.He slumped down on the snow, tears welling in his eyes.Snowflakes were flying in the air, and the coachman could only hear the whistling of the wind, fearing that he would be buried in the mountains.

What a ruthless boy!

The coachman's guts turned green with remorse, and he shouted: "Young master, I made a mistake! One mile, I'll pull you! I..."

His voice was swallowed by the flying snowflakes.

But I heard the sound of a donkey's hoof in the distance, walking slowly and pattering.The driver hurriedly got up and looked around, thinking that someone was passing by, but there was no one.He turned around in despair and wanted to sit down on the ground again, but a bluish-white shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

Ganqing came back from a distance on a donkey. His body was covered with a layer of light snowflakes, like a fairy.

As soon as the coachman came back, his tears could not be stopped immediately, and he hurried over.

Ganqing jumped off the donkey, with a cold face, threw the reins to the driver, and said slowly: "What you said just now, don't go back on it, pull it over for me. My butt hurts when the donkey bumps, but the car is still comfortable."

Qian Qing jumped into the car without saying a word.

The coachman was stunned for a while, without hesitation, he raised his whip, and the donkey ran towards the wisp of smoke.

Ganqing sat in the car in a muffled voice, opened the curtain again, and quietly looked at the dilapidated mountain temple not far away.The temple in the wind and snow is desolate and desolate, and the front of the temple is full of big trees.Behind the ruined temple is a mass grave.The stone steles are scattered all over the place, really not like new tombs, but like ancient objects from a hundred years ago.The gray tombstones are swallowed by snowflakes, and the snowflakes seem to be mixed with the sighs of the tombstones, flying in this cold mountain.

Go to Wu Village!

There is some anticipation in my heart.He didn't know at this time that if he agreed with the driver to turn the car around and wait for the canal to clear, this bizarre story would not happen in the future.

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