The Journey of Flower: Water ghost blocking the way

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   There are no stars in the sky, and there is no moon. The darkness is like a big hole, which makes people a little bit upside down and confused. It seems that if you stumble, you will fall into it.

“Nan Wu Amitabha Nan Wu Amitabha…” A child about twelve or thirteen years old was walking hurriedly on the road alone. Holding a small string of shattered prayer beads in his right hand, and an oil-leather lantern in his left hand.

She is running rather than walking, because those things have been following her, just because of the prayer beads, she didn’t dare to get too close. It was pitch black all around, and only the lanterns and ghosts were fluttering in mid-air. Shiye was a little weirdly silent, even the sound of running water and the sound of insects could not be heard.

I’m going to the village soon. It’s fine if I enter the village. The child kept reminding himself that his face was pale, and his cold sweat was falling down. He freed his right hand and wrapped the cloak made of eight black dog skins on his body tighter, trying to prevent his own scent from emitting more.

But when I walked to the small stone arch bridge at the head of the village, the child was still stupid. A woman holding a paper umbrella stood on the bridge facing her, embroidered with dazzling red peach blossoms, as did the white dress. The umbrella was hit very low, and the face was invisible. Obviously it was so hot and dull that there was no wind, but the skirt was flying up and down violently.

The child was so scared that his legs trembled. After that, he encountered a ghost and blocked the way.

“Namu Amitabha…” She continued to mutter in a low voice, turning her body to cross the other side of the bridge, lowering her head pretending not to see her. But found that she was standing in front of her again in the blink of an eye. The delicate white embroidered shoes are covered with mud, and there is a pool of water beside the feet, as well as various green algae and shells. Only then did she see clearly that the peach blossoms on the skirt were clearly stained with blood.

Suddenly, the supposedly gentle yellow light of the lantern in his hand began to change from cyan to red strangely, as if it had also been stained with blood. The air was full of the smell of blood and blood in the pungent river.

“Nanwu Amitabha…” bit the bullet and raised the prayer beads to the front, the female ghost took two steps back, the child took two steps forward, and the female ghost took two steps back. When I was approaching the bridge, I heard a terrifying laughter.

With a bang, the female ghost in front of her broke apart, her limbs broken into countless pieces, as if she had been chopped to pieces by force. The whole place was full of blood and maggots.

The child was so scared that he almost threw the beads and lantern in his hand and ran back, shaking his legs.

But I saw a round thing rolling out from under the umbrella, with long black hair, which turned out to be the woman’s head. The child was frozen all over, unable to move at all. A voice kept shouting from the bottom of my heart, running fast, but I couldn’t move half a step away.

The scalp was average, the S-shaped scurrying around, hit the bridge rail and bounced back, and after a while, it rubbed against the child’s feet, scared that she almost sat limply on the ground.

Still for a while, the child stared at the suddenly motionless head beside his feet, and his heart jumped out of his throat. Suddenly, the head flipped over, and the child saw her face, the two **** holes on the face, and the eyes were forcibly cut out. One didn’t know where it was, and the other was half hung on his face implicated by some blood vessels, nerves and tissues, dangling, white miserable eyes were still turning quickly, staring straight up at her. His lips seemed to have been bitten by the fish in the river, and the incompleteness was trembling as if to say something to her, but only the rattling sound of the wind blowing a wooden door.

The child resisted the urge to vomit, stepped over the head and ran forward, ignoring that he was stepping on the stump on the ground. Suddenly the leg was grasped, it was a half of the right hand, the fingers were soaked in the water, rotted and white, and thick bones could be seen on the fleshy end of the arm.

In panic, I found that the head bounced toward me quickly, opened his big mouth and bit on my right leg. The sharp pain was even more accompanied by the biting cold, which instantly spread all over the limbs. skeleton.

The child waved the Buddha beads and hit the head, and then heard a hissing sound like raw meat on a red-hot iron plate. It took half a day before the head fell off. The child ran away, but suddenly he heard a cracking sound, something under his feet was licking himself. Lifting it up, it turned out that the female ghost’s other eyeball was accidentally slammed by herself, and pus and maggots were flowing out.

The child flees off the bridge while retching, and finds that the hand is still on his lap, and the head is still bouncing on the bridge, the upper and lower teeth banging against each other, yelling “hand , Hand, hand…” The voice was miserable and terrifying, but he couldn’t get off the bridge and couldn’t chase. The souls of those who die tragically on the water can only be trapped there forever.

The child pulled the stumped arm from his leg hard and threw it back onto the bridge. Then turned and ran forward desperately. His face was so scared that the blood was gone.

The people in the village are all asleep at this time, so quiet that they can’t even hear the crowing and the barking of the dogs. The child was knocking frantically at the door of a pharmacy, but the whole village seemed to be dying in their sleep. There was no reaction at all, and no lights were on. It took the child desperately for a long time before there was a little movement inside.

“Who…”

“Doctor Zhang, Doctor Zhang, I am Xiaogu! Save my father, he is dying!” The child called Xiaogu shouted anxiously.

“Oh, Xiaogu, don’t worry, wait until I get dressed and packed, right away, right away…”

After a while, a gray-haired man came out carrying the medicine box and hurried back with her.

“Why did you come out alone at night! Didn’t you encounter anything?”

“Just now on the bridge…no way, father suddenly became very ill…” Xiaogu grabbed Doctor Zhang’s clothes and hid behind him, walking limping, his body still trembling. . Slowly approaching the small bridge, he sneaked out his head, only to find that the corpse in the place just now and the eyeballs that he had trampled on were all gone. As if nothing happened.

Her horoscopes are too light, and the Yin Qi is too heavy. The lone star of the evil gods is rare in a century. When she was born, her mother died of dystocia, and the city was full of fragrant fragrances. It is clear that the spring is full of flowers, but the flowers are withered in an instant, so the name is Huaqiangu.

Father is a talented talent who has repeatedly fallen behind. Because of his fate, he has been raising her until now. But because Hua Qiangu’s physique was too easy to provoke ghosts and caused a lot of trouble to the village, she had to live alone in a wooden house built at random by the small river in the suburbs.

Hua Xiucai invited the monk from You Fang to change the order of Hua Qiangu’s demon, and the monk just shook his head and gave Hua Qiangu a string of prayer beads that he had carried with him for many years, as well as the skins of eight black dogs. Making a cloak to cover Huaqiangu’s body can’t be seen by ordinary people, which can only be smelled by ghosts. He also told her not to let her go out after the sun went down, and only then lived to be twelve years old.

Doctor Zhang pityed that she suffered so much panic and suffering at a young age. He always took more care of his father and daughter. He is a doctor. He has held the fate of too many people in his hand, and has been contaminated with the life and death of too many people. Holding Hua Qiangu’s hand back to where they lived, there was no trouble all the way.

It’s just that Hua Xiu is very sick. Living with Hua Qiangu for a long time, it is always inevitable to be surrounded by all kinds of evil spirits. He is less than forty but old and weak like fifty or sixty. Doctor Zhang kept shaking his head and sighed, fearing that he would not be able to survive tonight.

Hua Qiangu ran in and out of the boiling water, decocted the medicine, wiped Hua Xiucai’s body and wiped the sweat. He refuses to take any time off for the least, for fear that he will be frightened and frightened, thinking wildly.

Hua Xiucai finally didn’t make it till dawn. As she died, she was still worried about what to do if she left a child as small as Hua Qiangu alone after she died. Doctor Zhang comforted him and said that he would adopt and take care of Qiangu, but Hua Xiucai didn’t want to hurt him, and secondly, he was afraid that he would not protect Qiangu for long. So he explained that Hua Qiangu waited for him to go to the legendary Maoshan to learn art after he died.

Hua Qiangu held his father’s gradually cold hand, feeling desolate and desolate in her heart. Even daddy is gone, what is the point of being alone in this world? She wanted to cry but couldn’t cry. She was born without tears, and she couldn’t shed a single tear from birth, even if she was sad. Only then did Hua Xiu know that this child will have a bad life in the future, so he taught her carefully since she was a child, forcing her to work hard to learn to be independent and strong.

Doctor Zhang helped her treat the injury on her leg, squeezed out the black pus and blood, washed it with fragrant ash water, and applied some glutinous rice, and wrapped it up. It’s just a bit of corpse poison, but it’s not serious.

The next day, Doctor Zhang and a few well-wishers in the village helped her with the funeral simply. Doctor Zhang thinks that she is too young to go out alone, hoping to adopt her first, and at least take care of her leg injuries. She was determined to set off immediately and follow her father’s order to go to Maoshan to learn Taoism. Doctor Zhang couldn’t help her, so he had to help her sell all the valuable things at home, and then subsidized her a little bit of money.

The next night Hua Qiangu was wrapped in a dog-skin cloak, listening to the strong wind outside the house and howling ghosts and wolves, lying on the bare bed in the empty wooden house all night with his eyes open. His mind is full of sadness and confusion about the way forward. Early the next morning, he bid farewell to the villagers and set off towards Maoshan.

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