More than 30 years ago, the ancient house was originally a couple living in the ancient house. Although life was a bit hard, the two were very loving. The man was a studious man. He wanted to seek fame and glory to his family, so his wife took all the housework and farm work at home, so that her husband could concentrate on studying. Hard work paid off. He was awarded a gold medal and a high school Jinshi. The good news came. His wife cried with joy. She thought she could have the best of her hardships, but what she had arrived was a divorce book. His high school Jinshi's husband abandoned this chubby wife and never came back. It is said that he married the daughter of a chief minister outside and became a big official. His original wife jumped into a well and committed suicide in anger.

Another story of a heartless man and a painstaking man.

"well?"

"Yes, it's in that yard."

"Why didn't I see it?" Wusheng said after hearing this. He had turned around the yard several times, but had never seen any well.

"It was sealed by stones in the village." The old man said.

"After she committed suicide by jumping into the well, the sound of a woman crying from the yard at night. Some people who came back late also saw her standing at her door and looking out of the village, as if waiting for her husband to come back. As a result, those people were seriously ill after returning. Two of them couldn't afford to get sick and died not long after. The villagers were scared, so they went to the mountain to invite Master Zhiguang from Lanruo Temple to go down the mountain. He stayed in the yard for three days. Three days later, he asked us to seal the wellhead and then do rituals. No strange things have happened since then." The old man said.

"Master Zhiguang?"

"Ah, it's the abbot of Lanruo Temple before Abbot Kongkong." The old man said.

Wusheng has never heard from his master.

"Oh, where is the body of that woman? Isn't it buried?"

"No, it's still in the well." said the old man.

"Why not take her out for burial?"

"Someone has tried it down, but for some reason, the well water is biting cold. The person who goes down will be frozen and stiff and cannot be salvaged in just a short while." The old man said.

I knew there was a story, and I was in trouble now!

The resentment that had been accumulated for thirty years was probably not reduced. Originally, there was a Buddhist mantra suppressing it, but he could come out by himself by breaking a shackle. That day and night, he met Wusheng outside the village and almost killed his life. It must have been his half-baked Buddhist palm and Buddhist scriptures that had played a role, hurting her and quieting her for a while. Now that the injury has healed, it appears again and begins to kill people in the village.

"Do you know where that well?"

"Yes." The old man nodded.

"I want to see that well." Wusheng said.

The lonely ghosts float around without a place to stay, but the ghosts in the abandoned house are not the case. The body of her body in the ancient well is most likely the place where she hides.

"Okay." The old man nodded.

The old man found a few men from the village to come to the abandoned yard and dug a well in one corner of the yard. The well was really covered with a large stone slab with some vague Buddhist mantras on it, but the stone slab had already cracked from the middle and divided into two. After getting close, Wusheng felt a yin and cold air rushed out of the crack.

Wusheng asked someone to light a torch, trying to use the fire to see the situation in the well, but he didn't expect that as soon as he got closer, a gust of wind spurted out of the well, and the torch was extinguished, and the temperature around him became much colder. The people in the yard were shocked to see this, and took a few steps back at the same time, quietly leaving the yard, leaving only Wusheng and the old man.

"Old man, you go out first." Wusheng turned to the old man and said.

"Hey, be careful." The old man did not forget to give a reminder.

"I know it in my heart."

After the old man left, Wusheng stared at the cracked stone slab for a while, raised his hand, lifted half of the stone slab directly aside, and looked down. There was water less than three meters underground, but the water was very dark and could not see what was under the water. The walls of the well were covered with moss.

He thought about it, went outside, asked the people in the village for a five or six-meter-long bamboo pole, came to the well, stretched the bamboo pole in, and slowly tested it. Suddenly, the bamboo pole was blocked by something. Wusheng wanted to move, but found that the bamboo pole could not be moved, as if it was stuck. He tried hard, and the bamboo pole in his hand was stuck tightly.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and he could overcome all sufferings." Wusheng recited Buddhist scriptures at the wellhead, and there were echoes in the well.

After a moment, the water of the well, which was calm and without any waves, suddenly bubbled up, and rippled ripples on the water surface, and a face was faintly visible under the water, with a strange and blue white face, staring at Wusheng at the wellhead.

The ghosts under the water and the people in the well are looking at each other and staring at each other.

"Donor, you feel pain in your heart, and the little monk can understand that you are a miserable person, but it is your fault that hurts the innocent people in the village."

"Damn it, damn it!" A sound suddenly came from the underground, and the cold and harsh.

"It is hateful to be unfaithful, but that damn person is far away, and he lives freely and freely. If you have the ability to cause trouble for him, don't show off your might here." Wusheng told the female ghost in the underworld.

"Stinky monk, you are lucky if you didn't kill you last time. After I go out, I will definitely kill all the monks from Lanruo Temple!"

Ahem, bah!

Wusheng coughed twice and spitted into the well.

"Sorry, I've gotten angry these days."

Bang, the water from the well suddenly exploded and rushed up. A black gas rushed out of the well water. Wusheng took a step back. The black gas rushed out of the well and was immediately dimmed by the sunlight. Wusheng slapped out with a palm, and there seemed to be a slight light in the palm of his palm, hitting the black gas, touching a cold water like winter. The black gas was suddenly dissipated, and then shining by the sunlight, most of it dissipated, and a small part returned to the ancient well.

Ah, a harsh scream came from the well, and the bamboo pole inserted into the well flew into the air, shattered into several segments, and fell to the ground.

"I'm really angry!" Wusheng said.

Persuasion is useless. Wusheng thought that even if his master came, he could not persuade him. If he was too soft, he could only be hard.

Wusheng turned around, the setting sun fell west, and the sunset glow was like blood.

When I walked to the gate of the yard, I found that the few people had not left just now, and I stood there full of horror and trembling.

"Master, you have to save us!" Hearing the voice, he was about to cry.

They were not walking outside just now, but when they heard the strange screams from the well, they saw the bamboo pole flying into the sky and shattered into several segments. They were originally green, but the fragments turned black. If they could not see that there was any problem in the well, they would be really a fool.

"Don't worry, the little monk has settled this matter." Wusheng said.

Just saying "Kill the monk from Lanruo Temple" to her, Wusheng had to argue with her.
Chapter completed!