Ma Erga in front was climbing the steps. When he heard the three words "Chen" and slowed down: in western Hunan, the character "Chen" means "the Chen sect of Chenzhou". Among them, the masters are particularly good at drawing talismans and making talismans. He thought that maybe he could ask this person for advice.

The post was fine. Chen Wangu also invited people in and looked at the main road again. He was sure that he would not come again for a while. Then he sat down and was about to continue to talk about Meng Qianzi's affairs. Chen Bang said, "You keep guarding me, I'll go to Assistant Meng to report the situation."

Chen Wangu was inexplicably: "What is the situation reported?"

Chen Bang poked his face with the open iPad.

It is a large photo of a middle-aged man. There is a white area below the photo, which is a personal introduction.

Chen Wangu silently recited: "Li Changnian, born in 1969, is from Tiaotoupo, Sanshizhai..."

He gasped.

After reading it clearly, what is important is not the personal introduction, but the photo, can it be the same person as the one I just passed by?

Chen Bang sneered: "We really think we are easy-to-do things and foolish Shanba guys. You can impersonate the name just by making a post? I want to let this cheating grandson know which grandpa you are going to be today."

***

I originally had a good reservation last night, but when I woke up early in the morning and put on my eye mask, Meng Qianzi still felt that this image was too different and she really shared a meal with more than a dozen people...

So she temporarily adjusted and sat alone in a private room. The private room was in a very good location, facing the lobby with a glass wall. Once the curtains were pulled, it was as private as possible. If you have important good friends, you would meet one by one to talk to each other, so that the other party would not feel neglected, and she would be at ease and win-win.

As expected, the visitors came as soon as they sat down. Fortunately, they were all talking about the scenes, and the greetings were over with a few words. So although one after another, they were not tired.

After finally finishing the meal, Meng Jinsong went downstairs to greet the guests, and Xin Ci accompanied Meng Qianzi to take a look at the gifts in half of the room.

Most of them are specialty of mountain products, not in the eyes of Meng Qianzi, and there are also some valuable jewelry, but she has more than a box of hard goods, which is hard to see. The character Chen is synonymous with Chenzhou Fuyi School. She is good at using cinnabar to draw talismans, and the leader gave a piece of natural Chensha crystal gems on a cluster of crystals. She was notorious for her move, at least tens of thousands. However, Meng Qianzi stared at her for a long time and asked Xin Ci: "Do you think this color looks like pig liver?"

...

Her favorite is the gift given by the tiger household.

Before liberation, in the western part of Xiang, the mountains were vast and dense forests were dense. There were tigers on almost every mountain. It was common to rush down the mountain to pick up dogs and eat cows and even hurt people. So tiger households who hunt tigers came into being - but they were not just ordinary hunters. In addition to their skills, they also had to worship Meishan Bodhisattva and assisted talismans to hunt tigers. They were also called "Meishan Tiger Craftsmen". They also had clear branches, called "Three Dong Meishan". According to the different hunting methods, bow-cross hunting is the Shangdong, rushing to hunt mountains to hunt as Zhongdong, and putting mountain hunting as Xiadong.

Now, the area is not so clearly divided. It is called the tiger household. The gift I sent was a dried tiger claw, with the size of someone's head, the five bent toes and claws were black and shiny, and the fur on the dried meat was as clear as that of the tiger household. The tiger household said that the tiger claws had been dry for three hundred years, which could eliminate evil spirits and ensure safety in the mountains.

With only one tiger claw, the tiger's power is still strong. Xin Ci took it over and saw it. It was heavy and heavy, but he felt that this thing was useless and it still took up space: "Let's just use it to scratch it."

After saying that, he still made a gesture to scratch his back.

Meng Qianzi glanced at him: "After all, he was a tiger during his lifetime, so if you play with it like this, you won't be afraid..."

She had something in her words, but Xin Ci was so cold that he quickly sent the tiger claws back to the gift box, but he refused to admit defeat: "What is the elimination of evil spirits? It's not as good as our little toe to the golden bell of the beast..."

Oh no, I just lifted the pot without opening any pot, and I slipped my mouth.

Xin Ci was afraid that he would be cut, so he used the excuse to go to the toilet, so he quickly slipped out.

As soon as I went out, the scene became loose. A large hall was filled with people, who were pushing cups and shouting, which was so lively. Xin Ci sighed and crossed the hall to go to the bathroom.

When I passed a round table, I saw an uncle with curly hair and glasses holding a paper with a pattern in his hand, and said passionately: "I really don't know this kind of talisman. The so-called 'Cangjie created a load of grain, passed on to Confucius' Nine Dolls and Six, and there are four liters of talismans, leaving them to the sorcerers to draw talismans'. There is no dictionary for these four liters of characters, so it's not easy to know them all!"

An old man in a blue cloth jacket sat next to him, as if he thought this person was right and he nodded.

He walked around another table and the young woman who looked down and drank to drink was just raised.

Xin Ci was stunned.

When it comes to Xin Ci, before joining the company, she met countless beauties, and now she is following Meng Qianzi all day long. This is a "good guy who doesn't think good-looking, and his ancestors and grandmothers don't agree." So he has no feelings for ordinary fans anymore, but this woman is different: it's not that she looks outstanding, but she is only above average, but she has a pretty face, white and thin eyebrows, and her eyes are very clear. She sits there with a soft aura, quiet and pure, so people can see it at a glance, but she can't take her eyes open.

Seeing Xin Ci look at her, the woman was generous and smiled slightly.

Xin Ci was embarrassed and quickly looked away, but he saw Meng Jinsong's face a solemn expression, leading a man in his thirties to the stairs leading to the private room.

The man shrank his shoulders and waist, his appearance shrank, his uneven teeth turned out, and his lips could not cover him. He was called ugly...

Xin Ci's heart moved and took a few steps to catch up with Meng Jinsong: "He..."

Meng Jinsong nodded: "He knows about the fake corpse."

Xin Ci lowered his voice: "Is he...a footsteps?"

Even though he was deliberately whispering, the man still heard it, grinned and raised his nose: "Yeah, brother, you know what to do."

Xin Ci jumped up like a drum beat in his heart.

He knows nothing, but last night he went to the mountain dialect to check and drive out corpses. He knew that the person who drove the corpses was very taboo to say "driving the corpses", and he replaced it with "stealing the foot". He also knew that the person who drove the corpses was ugly, the better the ugly. It seemed that only in this way could he restrain the monsters in the mountains and the corpses behind him.

***

The man's surname is Lou, and his single name is Hong.

Although he was careless along the way, when he entered the house and saw Meng Qianzi, he was still restrained. He sat down in front of her with his hands and feet, and did not dare to float his eyes on her face. Most of the time, he only perched on the spider on her neck or the tiger claw she was playing with.

Xin Ci closed the door and couldn't wait to hear the whole story.

Meng Qianzi actually had the leisure to greet: "From the Lou family... I remember that our Shangui Taipo Duan generation had met with the Lou family."

Lou Hong nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, it wasn't in Xiangxi at that time. My Grand Master was walking in Guizhou and ran into Miss Duan..."

Back then, the grandmother Duan Wenxi was only in her twenties. I thought that when the Lou family mentioned it to the younger generation, they were called "Ms. Duan".

"At that time, there were not many scholars in our area. Miss Duan was already a female gentleman who had returned from studying abroad. She was amazing."

Xin Ci widened his eyes and silently signaled at Meng Jinsong with his mouth: "Learn abroad?"

Meng Jinsong didn't see it: Xin Ci is an outsider, Lao Dangshan Gui is a secret family that is conservative, so he knows it this time, Duan Wenxi, a female student who went to England to study abroad in 1925, was far away at the forefront of the times and women's education.

Meng Qianzi changed the subject and got to the point: "Since it's an old friendship, I'll ask you to help you with this matter in front of me."

Lou Hong was frightened and owed his body, and even his butt was off the stool: "It's not a question... Assistant Meng asked about this, only our faction knew about it. You are called Shan Mirage, and we are called 'Lantern Painting', and the ghost painting can only be seen when you turn on the light."

Xin Cixin said that mountain ghosts are more cultural, called "mountain mirage". They sound very scientific, but "lantern paintings" reveal a sense of rural simplicity. People in the old society had never seen any world, but they thought that they could only be seen by lanterns, and ghost paintings.

Lou Hongzhi said everything: "My master told me that lantern paintings are only released on rainy days, but they are very rare. They can't hit once in ten years. Some people are smart, so they think of ideas, ghost-fishing paintings, and fishing fishing."

Ghost fishing paintings...

Meng Qianzi thought to himself: "The fishing fishing...that is, that fake corpse is a bait?"

Lou Hong slapped his thigh: "Or the girl from the Shangui family... the lady is smart. Yes, it's like fishing. The lantern painting is the fish. You have to put bait to tease it and fish it out."

Xin Ci was shocked: This is really a different story. Both families have the same meaning as "fishing", but the mountain ghost uses spiders to catch mirage beads. What Lou Hong said is to use bait to catch the entire mirage.

"That bait was not taken casually, right?"

Lou Hong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "That's right, the bait is taken from paintings. Only when someone has seen the scenery in the painting can he lay the bait."

"For example, you saw that painting on the last rainy day. There was someone hanging on a tree and a wolf lying under the tree. The next time you put the bait, you can have a hanging person or a lying wolf."

"But no matter which bait you put, you must try to be the same as the one in the painting. Take the hanging person as the position, the clothes you wear, or even the posture of hanging, the appearance... In short, the better the more you look, the better. This is called throwing... throwing bricks and attracting jade."

Meng Qianzi nodded, leaned back, and pointed his fingertips at the shiny and sharp toe hook of the tiger claws.

This is not difficult to understand. There are illusory scenes in the mountains. Different people have different perceptions: the mountain ghost calls it a mountain mirage, and knows that the mirage bead is the origin; Lou Hong's school thinks this is a painting, which can use part to lead the whole under the conditions of the right time and place, and then "fish" the situation at that time.

No wonder it was a fake corpse. The corpse was dressed in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. Because the real body was long gone, it had to be imitated: braided toe, tied trousers, put on straw sandals, and even a face had to be covered with skin and painted with mouth and nose.

Meng Jinsong was a little stunned: From last night to now, he had been thinking about this conspiracy and a situation. Now it seems that it was a completely wrong path. The mirage appeared last night, not by chance, but someone was "fishing". The mountain ghost was the one who arrived later. No wonder that the man took action and snatched the mirage beads. The mirage beads were gone, and even a hundred or eight thousand baits could not catch the painting.

Meng Qianzi was a little confused: "Is it useless to fish for that thing?"

The mirage bead is at least real, and the mirage is illusory and disappears without a single eye - not to mention the scene I saw last night, whether it was a fake corpse or the woman who was unwilling to crawl before her death, must be at least seventy or eighty years ago.

Lou Hong couldn't explain it clearly: "I don't know, it's useless, maybe it's just to see the strange things?"

After a pause, he added: "I just heard of this method. It is said that it depends on luck. Even if you really put the same bait, it may not necessarily result. It will be good if you make one ten times... I won't know any more. Miss Meng, you know that you are almost gone."

This is true.

The initial appearance of corpses was closely related to the remoteness, poverty, dangerous roads, and deep mountains and forests in western Hunan: the leaves fell back to their roots, and people died outside, and they always wanted to transport them back, but on the one hand, the mountains were high and the roads were far away, and the freight was expensive. Secondly, even if you really hire a cart and horse, you could not walk the dangerous roads in western Hunan. Therefore, the old man who could drive corpses came into being. He hid in the day and came out at night, shaking the soul-summing bell, holding a long triangle apricot yellow road guide banner, and "leading" the dead people back to his hometown.

After liberation, the four olds were first vigorously destroyed. Those who did this were quit, and they didn't even dare to mention it, and no one would even become disciples. The inheritance was cut off in the middle of the process, and then reform and opening up. Life was better, and the road was built, and various means of transportation were varied. Cremation was vigorously promoted. The driving of corpses was no longer needed, so they naturally disappeared. Even in Xiangxi, the development of tourism, the TV station wanted to film some documentaries about corpses, but could not find anyone who knew the industry, so they could only film the elderly who told some rumors.

Lou Hong is considered the "last generation". He has never driven the body at all. He just inherited what he should learn and remember from the older generation.

Meng Jinsong's responsibilities are always aiming to find Jinling as his first goal, and asked very carefully: "I'm sure that only you know about ghost-fishing paintings, and there's no one else? Then, you're just passing on yours, right? Is there any possibility that there are other side-lines?"

Lou Hong was very sure: "Only ours know about this matter, because although there are many factions, they each have their own paths. We are walking up to Wuling Mountain for dozens of generations. If we walk too much, we will inevitably encounter them. So we know. To be honest, we dare to enter the barren mountain in the middle of the night. Apart from the mountain ghost, we are the mountain ghosts. We have the care of our ancestors and grandmothers and treat the mountain as our hometown. We have no choice but to work as our job, we have to serve this bowl of rice. In our school, we do... there are also side departments, but Assistant Meng, you know the rules."

Meng Jinsong said nothing.

Of course he knew the rules that Zhu Youke’s housework was not easy to talk to the mountain ghost, just like the mountain ghosts all said that they were relying on the mountain to make a living, but they never told the outsiders how to "eat" the specific way. Lou Hong was already very proud of their knowledge about the ghost fishing paintings. He now had to abide by the rules, reasonably and without a strong reason, so it was really hard to force others to speak out.

Meng Qianzi smiled, pressed her arms against the table, and leaned forward: "Please look at me."
Chapter completed!