() "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world? I believe!"

"Or what do you want those bull-headed and horse-faced faces?" Yang Lun was called the madman Yang because he talked inexplicable words every day.

The madman Yang has hair like weeds, and his long hair covers his left eye with cataracts. There is little black se in his pupils. The slight pale pale is very scary, which makes the villagers rarely want to contact him, so that he becomes more and more withdrawn. He says crazy every day that he sees it and sees it.

Some people called him crazy, some laughed at him ignorant, and some pity him for his pity. Only his mother smiled and believed everything he said.

In this unknown mountain village in Fang County, Hubei, there are only a few families living. An old man had just passed away a few days ago and left quietly without warning. When people found out that he had passed away, they didn't know how many days had passed away.

The old man's surname is Li, and he is alone and helpless. His only son also works in another place and leaves in an accident. After a tragic white-haired man sent a black-haired man, he became taciturn and silent. Every day, he was only a madman and an old native dog.

The madman Yang squatted in front of this earthen embryo room without a master, grabbing the wild grass growing in front of the door one by one.

The villagers didn't know the son of Old Man Li's departure, but the madman Yang clearly remembered that seven days ago, the roof of the earthen house was covered with darkness. This was seen by the madman Yang a long time ago. It was the first time when his grandfather left. So that day he knew that this old man who never resisted him had left. Because he had the breath of his grandfather's death, the madman Yang was very sad since that day. He did not go to Old Man Li's house as usual, and sat quietly and looked at me and I looked at you. Many things Old Man Li knew, and the madman Yang understood, but others didn't understand.

The madman Yang stood up and pushed open the door, stroking the walls inside the house inch by inch. The owner of the house had been buried by the villagers three days ago. It seemed as if yesterday, Old Man Li was sitting next to him, with some shadows floating in the corner.

At this moment, there was nothing else in the house except the chirping of crickets. Ah Huang, who had been with Old Man Li for more than ten years, did not eat or drink and stayed at the grave. The madman Yang waved his sleeves to wipe the tabletop in the house, and then put the stewed grass carp in the river on the tabletop, as well as some steamed buns and fruits. After all, he slowly withdrew, and the door opened wide. When he was in front of the door, he took out his pocket and grabbed some pig-fed powder and sprinkled it on the ground, and then covered it with a sieve to prevent the insects from stealing food.

Today is Old Man Li’s son Huiyang, Huiyang Huiyang. According to tradition, he should sprinkle some wood ash to send to his ancestors, but the madman Yang wanted to use bran powder instead. I hope Old Man Li can be healthier there.

People have souls, otherwise what will dominate our thinking and actions?

And what about after a person dies?

The soul is attached to the bones, and the soul is attached to its dead body. No matter how hard it struggles, he can no longer command this body, crying until the soul and flesh are completely separated, while those who have been crushed and ashes become boneless wandering souls.

The villagers were afraid of disaster and buried Old Man Li. The madman Yang knew how sad Old Man Li was at this moment. He was unable to move or leave in that secret and wet space. Only by enduring the seventh day can he leave his bones and enter the cycle of reincarnation. Even if he could hear Ah Huang's whimper on the grave, it would only increase his sadness.

But, the person is dead, what else is more sad than this?

After doing all this, the madman Yang turned around and left, sat down next to an old locust tree not far away, looking at Yuese on his head and muttered, "Are you back soon?"

Legend has it that on the day of the soul recovery, the ancestors would look at the people they cherished during their lifetime at home, and then use the rich dishes purchased by their family to bribe the chicken feet and gods. Fortunately, they would feel more comfortable before entering the samsara. Therefore, the soul recovery is also called the soul recovery, but the madman Yang does not believe these because he has never seen the so-called chicken feet and gods.

Just as the madman Yang Hu was thinking about it, a dog barking broke the quiet night. Ah Huang ran back, stopped in front of the wooden door of the earthen room, and whined happily on the ground. There was fragrant fish soup on the table in the room, but it didn't step into it, as if waiting for something.

At this time, the madman Yang lifted up the hair covering his left eye. An eye with little black se suddenly opened wide, and was covered with blood for a moment. He finally saw the hunched shadow, a shadow without a body. He stood quietly in front of the door, standing beside Ah Huang, raised his eyes to look at the madman Yang, his erratic eyes were filled with emotions.

Madman Yang felt a sense of uneasy and resentful thoughts hit his head violently, and a blood from his nose slowly flowed out of his nostrils. When he looked at him again, the hunched shadow had slowly left and turned around and left before he entered the house. Is he dissatisfied with the delicious food he placed, or was he no longer caring about everything in the house?

Ah Huang, who was lying on the ground, died at some point.

"Have you heard it? The madman Yang was in trouble for Old Man Li last night, but there were no footprints or chicken footprints at the door."

"Hey, he is busy working, it's not enough for seven days. You still believe what the madman does."

"What do you know? Old Man Li died early. When we discovered it, we didn't know how many days we had died. It was already past the time to return to our souls."

"But Ah Huang, who was guarding the grave, died in front of Old Man Li's door last night?"

"Anyway, Old Man Li has left long ago."

At this time, the madman Yang Lun passed by, curled his head and said tremblingly: "He...he didn't leave, he was by our side."

"He...he didn't leave." It lingers in everyone's ears like a spell that has been lingering for a long time.

That night, the sleeping door of Li Jun's house was gently knocked, slowly and rhythmically.

"The head of the family, someone knocked on our door." Li Jun's wife pushed Li Jun.

"Who is there? You heard it wrong." Li Jun muttered.

At this time, an old voice sounded outside the door, "Open the door, open the door."

"The head of the family, you really have someone to listen to. It seems that it is Mr. Li. Could it be that he can't find his way to our house after the first seventh time?" Li Jun's wife muttered tremblingly.

Li Jun kicked him hard when he heard the sound and scolded: "Bastards know how to think about it all day long, so give me some peace of mind." After saying that, he pulled the quilt and covered their heads. The old shouts outside the door continued. Li Jun felt that the heart in his chest was like a drum, and trembling filled his forehead from his toes.

The next night, the door of Zhang Liang's house was knocked.

When Old Man Li died, it was Zhang Liang who helped carry the body. According to the news from the women, Old Man Li's soul did not leave and seemed to be wandering in the village. The barking of dogs in the village was obviously more common than usual.

When the old and hoarse voice sounded outside the door, Zhang Liang's scalp suddenly exploded. He, wrapped in a quilt, rolled down to the bottom of the bed with trembling trembling, trembling in a corner.

The knocks like this lasted for five days, and the people in the whole village became depressed and anxious.

The dog in Li Jun's family was bitten to death by an inexplicable object. Everyone said that it was a ghost. The other ones were also suffering from the Kong Fang family's rooster crowing chickens and the hen laying eggs. They all died in biting shape on their necks, which was a terrible sight.

"Have you heard that? Mr. Li didn't leave, and he is still in our village?"

"No, he has all the big black dogs in Li Jun's family killed, and there are also chickens in Kong Fang's family. Look, if they are bitten to death by wolves and weasels, they will definitely be dragged away. However, ghosts do not eat meat and specialize in sucking souls. I tell you that you must not go out at night."

"It's not okay to hide all the time? What should I do if I finish eating a little livestock in the village? I still have to eat people. I might as well invite a Taoist priest and spend some money to solve this problem."

"I think it's OK. Don't sleep tonight. Everyone gathers together so that they won't be afraid of him."

"Okay, that's it."

On the sixth night, everyone gathered together to light a bonfire and talked, full of fear, afraid that the old man who had just passed away would come to suck his soul again.

The madman Yang came to the back mountainside, where the villagers had been buried for generations. A newly piled small earth bun was on the edge of the tomb bones, short and inconspicuous. There was a willow branch hanging with some white floss. In front of the tomb of Old Man Li, who had no relatives and no reason, there were some steamed buns and burning ashes from fire paper.

"Old Master Li, I'm sorry." The madman Yang Shen muttered, pulled out the willow branches on the grave and used a shovel to clean out the soil on the grave bit by bit.

Just like this, a lunatic, a shovel dug up the just-built earth tomb again.

When he dug into the pit, he seemed to be afraid of hurting the dead, so he almost dug with his hands, digging out all the buried loose soil until he tore open the straw mat, carried the pale-faced old man Li out, and slowly drove towards the village.

If the deceased does not return, there will be something to worry about.

Then I will fulfill my last wish for the deceased.

"Li Jun, have you seen it? The lights at Mr. Li's house are on." Kong Fang asked.

"The lights are really on, what's going on?" Li Jun said in horror.

"I'm afraid of so many of us, just go and have a look." One person shouted, and there were many echoes. Even if I'm afraid, I can't let this fear be overwhelmed by everyone. As the saying goes, wine will make cowards brave. A few bold people took a few sips of Zhijiang wine and walked towards Old Man Li's home first.

Even though everyone came here, they suddenly burst into cold sweats, and the drunkenness that had just surged suddenly disappeared.

Old Man Li sat on the chair in the main hall, his mouth and eyes wide open, and his pale face seemed to want to say something. Yang, a madman beside him, sat on the ground and twitched constantly, his head shaking, and his mouth was drooling and unknown white foam.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" A woman rushed up and cried, shaking the body of a madman Yang, trying to call him back.

The madman Yang did not react at all, and kept twitching like a ghost's upper body.

The people around the door were timid and dared not go forward. The women and children held their men's hands tightly, looking at the strange scene, looking at each other and unable to speak.

At this moment, the madman Yang stopped twitching, slowly stood up with his head down and said, "You all owe me, you all owe me." His voice was low and hollow, as if it came from the depths of Jiuyou, which scared the madman Yang's mother so much that she didn't dare to get close.

Some timid children even started to cry.

The madman Yang was still repeating in the frictional voice: "You all owe me, you all owe me."

Panic continued to spread among the crowd, like a glass under high temperatures that would collapse at any time.

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry for you, so you spare me and spare me." Zhang Liang rushed out of the crowd and knelt in front of the hall and cried: "It's me wrong, it's my bastard. I shouldn't take your jade Buddha. Please spare me, please spare me..."

"What Jade Buddha? Isn't a woman carrying a Buddha?"

"I remember it, it was the relics of Mr. Li's wife."

At this moment, Zhang Liang's wife rushed towards Zhang Liang like crazy and started to fight, cursing: "You bastard, I'll make you greedy for a little bit of money. Look at what good things you did..."

The madman Yang Mayor sat on the ground like a exhaustion, stopped screaming and watching the farce in front of him. Old Man Li, who was sitting on the chair, finally lowered his head and his huge open eyes slowly closed.

"Mr. Li is a good person. I remember when my father built a house, he was helping to burn tiles and transport bricks. Now that he has money, he can't lose this friendship. In this way, I will pay to help Mr. Li erect a monument." One person said.

"I also paid some money. It was because I was greedy that caused such a thing." Zhang Liang said.

"Then I'll get some out too." Kong Fang also replied.

For a moment, everyone was willing to pay for the money to bury Old Man Li.

The next day, a brand new coffin was transported into the village, and Old Man Li was grandly buried by the villagers from there, and the level of liveliness seems to be no less than that of those who marry their wives.

The jade Buddha pendant, his wife's relics, finally entered the coffin with him.

The only one who did not attend the funeral was the madman Yang Lun. He sat in front of the earthen house, holding a dog-tail grass in his mouth, slowly pulling the corners of his mouth, showing a seductive sunny smile.

He thought of those nights, when he knocked on the doors one by one, the big black dog he killed. He thought of the jade Buddha secretly picked when Zhang Liang carried the corpse, and he thought of the old man Li who had accompanied him to see many of them.

"Yang Lun, the big black dog from Li Jun family took away the bacon I had. I knew it was just not to say it. There was also the corn cob that the wife of Kong Fang family stole from my field. I also knew that people in a village were really not easy to care about."

"Yang Lun, they all said you're crazy, I don't think so. I think it would be great if you were my son."

"Dad Li, you are my father."
Chapter completed!