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In the last years of the Ming Dynasty, the late autumn breeze was mixed with coolness, blowing through every corner of the bluestone town. The town is called Liubian Town, and the people make a living by planting willow trees and raising poultry. In the town, there is a young man who is known for his integrity and kindness, named Mo Wen. He is always willing to help and never backs down, no matter how big or small.
One afternoon, Mo Wen was on the way home when he suddenly heard the crow of a hen. He followed the sound and saw a brown hen being bitten by a black wild dog. Mo Wen's heart tightened, and he immediately threw down the luggage in his hand and rushed over to desperately drive away the wild dog. Seeing that the situation was not good, the wild dog barked angrily and fled.
Mo Wen gently held the injured hen in his arms, stroked its feathers, and comforted it: "Don't be afraid, I will take you home and take good care of you." The hen seemed to feel Mo Wen's kindness, and gradually quieted down, only occasionally meowing softly.
Mo Wen returned home with the hen, carefully cleaned its wounds, and bandaged it with herbs. At night, when Mo Wen was meditating in the study, he suddenly heard a clear hen crow. He came out in astonishment to find the hen standing in the doorway, looking at him with an unusually determined gaze.
"What's the matter, little one, are you still in pain?" Mo Wen asked softly. Strangely, the hen shook her head, and then circled around Mo Wen a few times, as if she had something to say.
At this time, Mo Wen suddenly felt a little unusual. He looked closely at the hen and saw that there was an extraordinary wisdom in her eyes. The hen suddenly pecked Mo Wen's foot lightly with her beak, and then let out a series of rapid cries. The sound was different from the usual rooster crow, and it sounded like a warning for something.
Mo Wen's heart moved, as if he realized that this hen was unusual. He asked softly, "Do you have something to tell me?"
The hen croaked again and pointed her head to the darkness outside the door. That night, the moonlight was thin and dark, and something was faintly moving. The hen seemed very anxious, and kept walking back and forth in the doorway, not letting Mo Wen out.
Mo Wen was completely attracted to the hen's behavior at the moment. He decided to follow the hen's "advice" and did not go out that night. Inside the house, Mo Wen lit an oil lamp and quietly stood by the window, thinking about the meaning behind all this.
The night was getting deeper and the wind was getting stronger outside. Suddenly, a sharp knock broke the silence of the night. Mo Wen looked nervously out the door, thinking to himself that this might have something to do with the mysterious hen. He cautiously walked to the door, holding the deadbolt in his hand, took a deep breath and slowly opened the door......
Standing outside the door was an old man in a shabby cloak, with a deep-set face and deep eyes that shone with an uncanny glow. Mo Wen took a step back vigilantly, but the old man slowly raised his hand, signaling that there was no need to panic.
"Good evening, young man, I'm sorry to bother, I'm a traveler from afar, just asking for a night of warmth. The old man's voice was hoarse, but with a strange gentleness.
Although Mo Wen was apprehensive in his heart, in the face of such a helpless old man, his kindness once again prevailed. "Please come in, the night outside is as cold as water, I'll boil some hot water, you warm up first." ”
The old man walked slowly into the house, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the hen in the corner of the house. When the hen saw this, she suddenly became very excited and let out a piercing scream. Mo Wen felt strange, but still went to calm the hen and calm it down.
"Looks like this chicken is very special. The old man looked at the hen and said lightly.
"Yes, today it was almost bitten to death by a dog, I saved it. Somehow, it seems to be smart and feels like it can understand human speech. Mo Wen poured water as he spoke.
The old man nodded, didn't say anything more, just his eyes wandered around the room, and finally fixed on Mo Wen's face, as if looking at his heart.
"Young man, do you feel that tonight is different?" the old man asked suddenly.
Mo Wen was stunned for a moment and nodded, "It's really a little strange, the hen's behavior tonight is very abnormal." ”
The old man sighed softly and said in a deep voice: "Tonight is the weakest night in the netherworld and the world, yin and yang are intertwined, and the souls who have not fulfilled their wishes will wander in search of opportunities. You saved this chicken, maybe you saved more than just a life. ”
Mo Wen felt a shock in his heart and felt a chill. "So, what should I do?" he asked nervously.
The old man looked around and whispered, "Be vigilant, especially in the middle of the night. If you encounter anything unusual, don't be gullible and don't go out easily. ”
As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden rapid knocking sound outside the window, and Mo Wen and the old man looked at the window at the same time. I saw that it was pitch black outside the window, and I couldn't see anything clearly. The old man got up and walked to the window, gently lifted the corner of the curtain, but there was nothing outside.
"Something, it seems, is starting to get restless. The old man turned to Mo Wen and said, with a hint of warning in his voice.
Mo Wen was nervous in his heart, and he didn't dare to slack off any more, so he hurriedly asked, "Then old man, what do you think I should do next?"
"The best thing to do is to keep a vigil and not let anything unknown take advantage of it. I can help you a little, but most of it is up to you to keep an eye on yourself. The old man took out an obscure talisman from his sleeve, "This is a soul calming talisman that can keep you safe temporarily." ”
Mo Wen hurriedly took the rune paper, although his heart was full of doubts, but in this unknown situation, he chose to believe the old man in front of him. He pasted the talisman to the door, and then sat in the living room with the old man, waiting for the unknown when it would come.
The wind was getting stronger outside, and the sound of tree branches banging on the windows was like a wake-up call, reminding that it was an unusual night. Mo Wen and the old man glanced at each other, and they could see a trace of firmness in each other's eyes, ready to meet the upcoming test.
As the night deepened, the sound of the wind outside the house became even more desolate, as if thousands of ghosts were wandering outside the window, waiting for an opportunity. Mo Wen and the old man sat nervously by the fire, the light of the fire jumping on their faces, casting uncertain shadows.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew open the crack in the door, and the soul charm swayed in the wind. The old man's eyes tightened, and he motioned for Mo Wen to sit still. He slowly got up and walked to the door, shutting it softly. When he turned around, he had a serious expression on his face.
"There are some things I have to tell you. The old man said in a deep voice and sat back down beside the fire. Mo Wen looked at him nervously, and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart.
"Nearby, it is said that there is an old cemetery, where the souls of those who have been wronged and have nowhere to complain are buried. They sometimes wander out on nights like this, looking for a living person to talk to. The old man's voice was low, as if every word was heavy.
Mo Wen swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling a little: "Then we... What should we do now?"
"We can only wait and see what happens, and stay vigilant. If something tries to get into this room, it must not be allowed to succeed. The old man's gaze was firm and alert, and he clenched a wooden staff in his hand that seemed ordinary but emitted a faint light.
At this moment, a strange laughter came from outside the house, which sounded crazy and sad, and made people feel chills in their hearts when they heard it. Mo Wen and the old man glanced at each other, and they both saw vigilance in each other's eyes.
The old man commanded in a low voice: "Whatever you hear or see, don't open the door." ”
Mo Wen nodded, his heart beating faster and faster. The laughter drew closer, and suddenly, a pale finger poked through the crack in the door, trying to pick the lock. The old man immediately struck the finger with his wooden staff, making a metallic thud, and the finger retracted, and the laughter outside the door came to an abrupt end.
Immediately after, a low chant came from outside the house, and the lyrics could not be heard clearly, but the sorrow and despair could be felt in them. The old man stared at the door tightly, whispering some incantation. Although Mo Wen couldn't understand it, he felt a mysterious power spread through the room, as if something was protecting them.
The sound outside gradually intensified, and suddenly, an eye appeared on the glass of the window, it was a blood-red eye, staring at the two people in the room. Mo Wen almost screamed, but the old man put down his hand in time to stop him.
"Don't look at each other. The old man's voice was almost a whisper, but with an unmistakable command.
Mo Wen quickly looked away, terrified in his heart. He didn't dare to look at the window anymore, so he could only hold on to the corners of his clothes and try to calm himself down.
The wind and strange sounds continued for a while, and finally, when a glimmer of light appeared on the horizon, the surroundings gradually returned to calm. The old man put down the wooden staff in his hand and looked at the gradually brightening sky, with a tired smile on his face.
"We're safe, at least tonight. He said, with a hint of relief in his voice.
Mo Wen exhaled deeply, feeling tired and relieved that he had never felt before. He looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky, and there were indescribable complex feelings in his heart.
However, they all know that their story is far from over after this long night.
As the light of the first morning light penetrated the dilapidated wooden house, Mo Wen and the old man each breathed a sigh of relief, but they knew that despite surviving, the future was still full of unknowns. In a brief moment of tranquility, they regroup their gear and prepare to explore the ancient cemetery that is said to solve all mysteries.
Mo Wen picked up an ancient dusty book, the pages yellowed and filled with illegible symbols and words. He flipped through it, trying to find any clues that might help them make sense of the strange events in the land.
"Look here. Mo Wen pointed to an insert with a peculiar array and some ancient prayers. The old man leaned over and gently stroked the pattern with his calloused fingers, his brow furrowed.
"This is an ancient exorcism used to suppress souls that cannot rest in peace. This array diagram shows that there is a key enchantment point in the center of the cemetery. If we can find and reactivate it, it may help to calm the resentment of these souls. The old man's voice was low and firm, as if he had already decided on his next step.
Soon, the two set out on the road towards the cemetery. The surroundings gradually became gloomy, and there were bursts of eerie birdsong from the sparse woods, as if even nature was uneasy about this cursed land. The smell of decay and death was suffocating in the air.
As they approached the entrance to the cemetery, suddenly, a cold wind swept by, bringing up dead leaves on the ground and swirling around them. Mo Wen felt an indescribable sense of oppression, as if there were thousands of pairs of eyes secretly watching their every movement.
At the entrance to the cemetery is a large stone tablet with a few lines of vague text carved on it, which are too old to be decipherable. The old man took out a piece of yellow talisman paper, pasted it on the stone tablet, and recited words in his mouth. A moment later, the rune paper suddenly spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes, and the door on the stele slowly opened with a creepy creak.
They stepped into the cemetery, and the sight made them shudder. The tombstones are scattered and covered with moss, carved with various sad or painful faces. Mo Wen couldn't help but imagine what kind of souls were buried under these carvings, and what kind of stories their past had.
Diving deep into the center of the cemetery, they found that key enchantment point. It is an unusually smooth slab with an intricate symbol carved in the center, surrounded by withered flowers and broken bones.
"This is the heart of the enchantment. The old man said, taking out a strange set of ritual items from his backpack, including candles, spices, and a few strangely shaped stones. He began to arrange the objects, each movement carefully for fear of upsetting some delicate balance.
Mo Wen stood aside, holding the wooden staff in his hand, scanning his surroundings from time to time, alert for any danger that might arise. The sun is sinking in the west, the sky is getting darker, and the atmosphere around is becoming more and more oppressive.
Just as the old man was about to finish the ritual, suddenly, the ground began to shake slightly, and there were bursts of whimpering and crying between the tombstones, as if countless trapped souls felt the effects of the ritual, and their pains and pleadings resounded throughout the cemetery.
Mo Wen's heart tightened, but he knew that now was not the time to back down. He gripped his staff, ready for the unknowable challenges that were coming, while the old man quickened the pace of the ritual, hoping to activate the barrier before night fell completely, bringing long-lost tranquility to the land.
When the old man's hand touched the center of the symbol for the last time, the entire cemetery suddenly fell silent for a few seconds, and then a strong burst of light burst out from the ground, and the light was as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the entire cemetery. Mo Wen and the old man were forced to close their eyes, and they didn't dare to open their eyes until the light gradually dissipated.
As their gaze adjusts, they notice a subtle change in the atmosphere around them. The sounds of crying and whimpering were gone, replaced by a serene peace that was almost palpable. The suffocating smell of death in the air dissipated, and it seemed that even the night wind became gentler, gently brushing every stone tablet.
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