Nuo God Cui Lao Dao and Beating God Whip (Novel)
Other Name: 傩神崔老道和打神鞭
Genre: novel, history
Author: Cui Daocheng
Year: 2019
Chapter: N/A
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Introduction:
In the early years of the Republic of China, Cui Daocheng, a storyteller, was known as “iron “The King of Mouth” and Feng Dianchen is proficient in gunpowder and is familiar with the layout of institutions. They and the other two masters became brothers together. They eliminated violence and justice all the way, and they were well-known. When they reached the next generation, they were unsatisfactory. An unexpected mission caused them to fall into distress again
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The big smoked dish pointed at the chair where an old man was sitting in the middle of the photo, and winked at me.
I nodded my head, and said, “If I read it correctly, it might be the Panlong Agarwood Chair hundreds of years ago.”
The big smoked dish whispered to me and the cheeky: “Yes, Panlong Agarwood Chair! I have been sitting around for so many years, and I only heard others say that I saw it for the first time today. If it hadn’t been overturned in the middle of the night. Enter the ravine, where can we find this place? What is a blessing in disguise, which is a blessing in disguise.”
Cheeky said: “Will the old man be willing to give it to us? Shall we give him a clear grab?”
The big smoked dish said: “You can’t do anything that’s inferior to the law. It’s what the generals do. As long as the old man is willing to sell, let’s take the cash and collect it. The banknotes are all tied with wire on the ribs. On it.”
The cheeky driver said: “There is no lack of morality, you don’t say that you didn’t bring money? I’m so lonely, are you really embarrassed to bluff me?”
The big cigarette said: “Although there are not many, the family is all here, and the capital is not profitable but I dare not move lightly. This is a business, understand?”
Cheeky nodded and said, “Understand, you don’t see rabbits or eagles.”
I heard footsteps coming from the corridor, reminding the two of them not to say too much, these words were not good for the villagers to hear.
After a while, the old man Daotiao Lian brought us a few bowls of noodles to share with us, and he and the fool sat down to have a meal together.
The big cigarette saucer handed a cigarette to the old man with knife face, remembering that he was carrying two bottles of Erguotou, and he took it out to invite the old man to drink, and took the opportunity to inquire about the situation.
The old man with a knife face likes to nag. He talks a lot. After half a bottle of Erguotou, he talks more. He said: “Hundreds of years ago, there were a lot of jackals in Tongtianling. Jackals were savage and cunning. Going down the mountain in the middle of the night, killing people and animals in the village, it is impossible to guard against. In addition, bandits looted everywhere. In order to protect themselves, the ancestors built the village into a fortress to protect themselves from jackals and thieves.
According to legend, the village fort was built in the past. The inside and outside are all arranged according to the nine palaces and eight hexagrams. The passage hexagram doors are all over the place, some are in the light, some are in the dark. Later, due to serious soil erosion, there is no way to cultivate the land. Moreover, the traffic in this mountain is blocked and there is no water.
Electricity, the villagers moved to live outside the mountain one after another, leaving only me and this silly boy guarding the ancestral temple incense. Most houses and passages have been closed for many years, and outsiders don’t know the path. It’s easy to go the wrong way at night, just in case. It’s not a small trouble to get out of where you are trapped. So it doesn’t matter if you stay overnight, remember not to leave this idiot every inch. Don’t look at idiots who are stupid, but their hearts are not stupid. The passages in the village are better than me. Still familiar.”
The three of us even claimed that we felt terrible when we walked in during the day, and we didn’t even dare to walk around in this huge house-like village at midnight.
Da Yandier asked, “Old man, what is your last name? How do you call it?”
The old man with Daotiao face said: “The people in our village are of the same clan and clan, and all have the surname Zhou.”
Da Yandier said, “Oh, it’s Mr. Zhou, what is our village called? Zhoujiacun?”
The old man Zhou said, “It’s not Zhou’s village, it has a good name, Tongtianling Feixian Village.”
Yandie and I were stunned when we heard the name of the village, but we didn’t know what was going on. I have only heard word of mouth from the old tomb thief, saying that there is a deadlock in Tongtianling. What is flying dead? In the old superstition legends, most of the dead corpses parked in the Yizhuang were people who died in a foreign land. If the Yizhuang was abandoned, the coffin of the morgue would have been unattended, and the deceased would be difficult to enter the soil for safety. change. The hair and nails of the corpse will grow longer and longer, and when the zombies in the coffin have a way of life, they can go out day and night, hide in the coffin during the day, and fly out to harm people on the moonlight night. These rumors are groundless and unfounded. They are purely superstitious legends that scare people. However, it is said that many years ago, someone on the Tongtianling Mountain had seen flying dead.
I think the so-called “flying dead” is nothing more than a big bird in the mountains. In the Qing Dynasty, there was also a kind of big bird in Shaanxi. Its wings were as big as door panels, and it often flew down from the sky to grab cattle and sheep. As soon as the villagers saw the big bird hovering in the air, they immediately drove it away with gongs and guns, but it was later extinct. The Tongtianling Mountains are towering into the clouds, the giant peaks stand upright, and the cliffs winding and winding. In the deep valleys and valleys in this area, there must be many strange birds and birds. Hundreds of years ago, someone might have seen a big bird in the mountain, and it was said that it was flying stiff.
But the old man Zhou said that this place is “Feixian Village”, there must be some talk here, it seems to be more attractive than the legend of flying stiff. We want to hear what happened. Da Yan Dier lighted a cigarette to Old Man Zhou again and asked: “Tell me, why is it called Feixian Village?”
