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Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

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In a remote village during the Ming Dynasty, there was an old man named Li Wencai. He was over seventy years old, gray-haired, and his wrinkled hands had been roughened by the wind and frost of time. Li Wencai is a legend of the village, and it is said that he has a unique insight and courage from a young age. He was able to find the most suitable plots for planting in the shortest possible time, cured the most stubborn diseases, and even predicted some unfortunate events in the village.

Under the locust tree in front of Li Wencai's house, there is a long pole used to dry quilts. Whenever the sun shines, he hangs the quilts on the locust trees and lets them flutter in the wind, drying out the wetness of last night. And today, he hung the quilt as always, but he seemed to be attracted by a strange power, and his eyes stayed on the locust tree. The quilt swayed, as if telling an unspeakable story in the wind, and his eyes seemed to be firmly drawn to a mysterious power.

Seeing that he was so distracted, Li Wencai's family members hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Do you feel unwell?" They saw that Li Wencai's expression was a little strange, as if they were attracted by something invisible, but they were at a loss.

Li Wencai shook his head and replied with difficulty: "It's okay, it's okay, I just think this locust tree is a little special." ”

The family believed in Li Wencai's wisdom, but they also felt that he seemed to be a little strange this time. They couldn't help but exchange glances with each other, secretly worrying about whether there was something wrong with Li Wencai's body.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Under the locust tree, the quilt is still fluttering, as if a pair of invisible hands are gently moving. And in Li Wencai's slumber, he seemed to hear a man's cry. The voice was not loud, but it came clearly into his ears, and he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

The atmosphere under the locust tree seems to have become even more eerie. Li Wencai's family also noticed the unusualness, and they began to feel an inexplicable fear, as if an invisible force was quietly at work.

"Grandpa, did you hear anything?" asked Li Wencai's granddaughter, Xiaohe, in a whisper, her voice trembling with a hint of trembling.

Li Wencai shook his head hard, trying to calm himself down, "No, I didn't hear anything." Maybe I'm getting older and my ears are a little weak. ”

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Li Wencai's grandson Xiaojie disagreed, "I also heard it, it was a sad voice, as if it was crying from afar." ”

The family members looked at each other, and an indescribable fear could not help but rise in their hearts. They didn't know what it was, but they felt a strange power in it.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

At the same time, the quilts on the locust trees seem to come to life, and when they flutter in the wind, they seem to be a group of ghosts dancing. Li Wencai's eyes were fixed on the quilt, trying to discern the mystery. The texture of the quilt shimmered strangely in the sunlight, making people feel an inexplicable fear.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the quilt on the locust tree swayed suddenly, as if it was being manipulated by some invisible force. Li Wencai's family couldn't help but take a few steps back, their hearts full of fear and uneasiness.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

"Grandpa, let's get out of here quickly!" Xiaohe's voice trembled, and she felt a strong sense of foreboding.

Although Li Wencai also felt fear, he did not flinch, "No, we can't escape, I have to figure out what the hell is going on." His voice trembled, but it was full of determination.

"Grandpa, don't take any chances!" said Xiao Jie anxiously, "Let's hurry home and go to the village chief, maybe he knows what is going on." ”

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Li Wencai shook his head, "The village chief may not know what is going on, we must rely on ourselves." He resolutely turned and walked towards the locust tree, knowing that he had to figure out the truth of all this.

Seeing that he was so determined, his family could only follow him forward. Although they were afraid, they were also infected by Li Wencai's courage and were unwilling to back down at such a time.

The atmosphere under the locust trees became more and more eerie, as if the whole village was shrouded in an eerie shadow. And on the locust tree, those quilts are still swaying, as if telling an unspeakable story.

As Li Wencai and his party approached the locust tree, they felt that the aura around them became more and more oppressive, as if the air was filled with an invisible fear. The quilt swayed on the locust tree, making a rustling sound, as if telling an unspeakable secret.

Suddenly, a biting chill hit, and Li Wencai and his party couldn't help but shiver. They felt a pair of invisible eyes watching them, and an inexplicable fear filled their hearts.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

"Grandpa, let's get out of here quickly!" said Xiaohe, trembling, feeling as if she was about to be swallowed by this fear.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Li Wencai remained firm, "No, we must find out the truth of all this." His voice trembled, but it was full of determination.

"However, there may be a great danger hidden here!" said Xiao Jie anxiously, he did not want to see his grandfather hurt in any way.

Li Wencai took a deep breath, "No matter what, we can't escape. We have to face all this and find out the truth. ”

So, Li Wencai and his entourage decided to bravely face everything in front of them. They began to carefully observe the quilt on the locust tree, trying to find out the mystery.

During their observations, they found that the quilt on the locust tree did not appear to have anything out of the ordinary. They still swayed, as if dancing in the wind. However, when they looked closely, they found a strange phenomenon - there seemed to be a faint light on the quilt, as if a mysterious force was flowing in it.

"What's going on?" asked Xiaohe in surprise, her eyes wide open as if she wanted to see everything.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Li Wencai pondered for a moment, trying to find out the clue, "This kind of light...... It may be the presence of a spiritual power. There was a solemnity in his voice, and he began to realize that it might all have something to do with some legend in the village.

Xiaojie frowned, "You mean...... Are there spiritual powers on these quilts?"

Li Wencai nodded, "It's possible." This spiritual power may come from an ancient legend, or it may be some unknown power. ”

His words silenced everyone. They begin to realize that what is in front of them may not be a simple coincidence, but that there is some kind of incredible secret hidden. They couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity to find out the truth of all this.

The atmosphere under the locust tree became more and more eerie, as if the whole world was shrouded in a mysterious power. Under the influence of this force, Li Wencai and his party began to gradually move towards the edge of the truth.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

The atmosphere under the locust tree is becoming more and more eerie, and the quilt sways in the wind, as if telling an ancient story. Li Wencai and his entourage carefully observed the light on the quilt, trying to find out the mystery.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and a piercing thunder rang out, and the sky became gloomy. Li Wencai and his party couldn't help but shiver, and they felt an ominous aura enveloping the entire village.

"What's going on? Is it going to rain?" asked Xiaohe in surprise, her voice tinged with a hint of panic.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Li Wencai frowned, "It's not like an ordinary thunderstorm, I think there may be some unusual power hidden in it." ”

Xiao Jie's eyes narrowed, "You mean...... Does it have to do with those quilts on the locust tree?"

Li Wencai nodded, "Very likely." I have heard of an ancient legend that the locust tree is the place where the gods reside, and it has great spiritual powers. And now, the light on these quilts also seems to be related to this spiritual power. ”

After listening to Li Wencai's explanation, the family couldn't help but feel an inexplicable fear in their hearts. They begin to realize that what is in front of them may not be a simple coincidence, but that there is some kind of incredible secret hidden. They couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity to find out the truth of all this.

"So what should we do?" asked Xiaohe anxiously, feeling helpless and dazed.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Li Wencai took a deep breath, "We have to find the source on the locust tree and see what exactly caused all this." Perhaps, only by solving this mystery will we be able to get out of the predicament in front of us. ”

Xiao Jie nodded, "Then let's hurry up!" He felt his heart pounding, but it was full of determination and courage.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

So, Li Wencai and his entourage decided to bravely face everything in front of them. They began to walk in the direction of the locust tree, trying to find the truth in it. After that, they will face even more difficult trials and challenges.

The atmosphere under the locust tree became more and more strange, and Li Wencai and his party couldn't help but feel the existence of a mysterious force. They tried to maintain their inner peace, but the uneasiness in their hearts grew stronger.

Suddenly, a powerful air current emerged from around the locust tree, like an invisible wall blocking them from moving forward. Li Wencai and his party couldn't help but gasp, they felt a strong sense of oppression, as if the whole world was putting pressure on them.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

"What's going on?" asked Xiaohe in horror, her voice trembling.

Li Wencai's brows furrowed, "This power...... It seems to be holding us back. Could it be the spiritual power on the locust tree?"

Xiao Jie's eyes were also full of fear, "What should we do?

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Li Wencai took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, "We can't give up easily. Perhaps, this is the prelude to our approach to the truth. We must persevere and find the key to solving the mystery. ”

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Although his words were firm, his heart was also full of doubts and uneasiness. They are facing a powerful and mysterious force, and it is a mystery where it comes from and why it is holding them back.

Just as they were in confusion, suddenly, the quilt on the locust tree began to shake violently, making a buzzing noise. Li Wencai and his entourage focused their eyes on the locust tree, and they were surprised to find that the light contained in the quilt became brighter and brighter, as if it wanted to envelop the entire village.

"What's going on?" exclaimed He, her voice almost drowned out by the noise of the quilt.

Li Wencai's eyes were fixed on the locust tree, and he felt that an indescribable power was quietly increasing, "This spiritual power...... It seems to be calling us. ”

Xiao Jie's heart beat faster, "You mean, are we going up?"

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

Li Wencai took a deep breath, "Maybe only in this way can we uncover the truth of all this." His voice was full of determination, and he decided to face what was in front of him bravely.

So, Li Wencai and his entourage decided to take brave steps and walk in the direction of the locust tree. Their hearts are full of anxiety and fear, but they are convinced that only by facing it bravely can they solve all these mysteries. After that, they will face even more difficult challenges and trials.

Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep
Folk tale: The old man dried the quilt, hung it on the locust tree and forgot it, and heard the man's cry in his sleep

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