There is a place called Liuhe Village, there is a family in the east of the village, and the head of the house is called Li Dazhuang, whose body is as hard as iron, and his strength is so strong that he can carry a cow. The hostess of the house, Zhao Wan'er, is a well-known virtuous person in the village, with a good heart and a good heart, and the neighbors praise her as a "living bodhisattva". That night, it was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the wind was strong enough to blow people away, and the big yellow dogs in the village hid and stopped barking, and the whole village was as quiet as if something was happening, and I heard a few frogs occasionally barking in the distance. Zhao Wan'er was woken up by urine in the middle of the night, and she lifted the quilt lightly, for fear of waking up Li Dazhuang, who was sleeping like a pig next to her. This Li Dazhuang, after a day's farm work today, he was so tired that he snorted as loudly as soon as he touched the pillow. Zhao Wan'er quietly got out of bed, put on her shoes, and was about to open the door to the backyard to solve the problem, but the corner of her eye inadvertently swept to Li Dazhuang's face. At this look, she felt like she was caught by something - Li Dazhuang's eyes opened a slit slightly, but the eyeballs did not move, like two bottomless pools of water, staring at the ceiling quietly. "Da Zhuang, what's going on? Why don't you close your eyes when you sleep? Zhao Wan'er muttered in her heart, and an ominous premonition arose. She remembered that the old people in the village had said that when people died, their eyes would be wide open and they would not close them. But after thinking about it, Li Dazhuang breathed evenly, his chest rose and fell, and he was clearly alive. Zhao Wan'er forcibly suppressed the panic in her heart and decided not to go to the backyard first, she quietly returned to the bedside, squatted down, and called softly: "Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang?" Li Dazhuang didn't react, still maintaining that posture, his eyes half-open. Zhao Wan'er stretched out her hand to close his eyelids, but as soon as her hand touched it, a coolness ran down her fingertips to her heart, she retracted her hand suddenly, and her heart was even more up. "This ...... Something is wrong! Zhao Wan'er thought to herself, she remembered the chattering Wang Banxian in the west of the village, who loved to tell fortunes and look at people on weekdays, although most people didn't believe in his set, but at the critical moment, Zhao Wan'er still decided to try her luck. Just as she was about to get up and dress, a gust of wind blew, and the wind that came in through the crack in the door carried a little chill, blowing the candle flame flickering, and the shadows danced on the wall, as if something was peeping in the dark, which made people's hearts go straight to the hair. Zhao Wan'er's heart tightened, and the little Jiujiu in her heart popped up: "No, I have to find out what is going on with this kid Da Zhuang first." She looked around, and her eyes fell on the hemp rope that was usually used to bind firewood in the corner. Zhao Wan'er had an idea in her heart, she tiptoed over, grabbed the hemp rope, and said silently in her heart: "Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang, if you really have something boring, this rope will be a touchstone." She paced back to the side of the bed, took a deep breath, held one end of the hemp rope tightly with both hands, and gently bypassed Li Dazhuang's wrist with the other end, and said silently in her heart: "Da Zhuang, if you can break free by yourself, it means that you are fine; If you can't break free......" Before she finished speaking, Zhao Wan'er's hands began to tremble, she closed her eyes, and pulled the rope violently. The result of this drag was beyond everyone's expectations......
Zhao Wan'er's hand tightened, and the hemp rope seemed to be endowed with a thousand powers, but the struggle she imagined did not appear. Li Dazhuang still lay quietly, his breathing was very steady, and the rope on his wrist was loose, as if he was cooperating with himself. Zhao Wan'er was stunned, and the doubts in her heart became heavier, the rope in her hand was like a hot potato, which made her at a loss. "This ...... What's going on? Zhao Wan'er muttered to herself, tears were about to come out. She looked down at Li Dazhuang's familiar face, trying to find some clues from there, but except for the half-open eyes, everything else was normal.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by Wang Banxian's unique hoarse voice: "Sister Wan'er, I heard from the people in the village that something is wrong in the big night, hurry up and take a look." Before the words fell, Wang Banxian had already pushed the door in, carrying a shabby cloth bag in his hand, which contained some messy magic weapons. Zhao Wan'er seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Brother Wang, you are here, take a look at Da Zhuang, what's wrong?" Wang Banxian nodded, walked directly to the bedside, squinted one eye, and wiped the other hand on Li Dazhuang's forehead, and said something in his mouth: "Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Demons and Monsters will soon appear." After reading it, he frowned, as if he had encountered something tricky. This...... This symptom is indeed a bit strange. Wang Banxian's old boy was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his face and said to Zhao Wan'er: "Sister Wan'er, don't worry, let's try this trick first." As he spoke, he took out a bronze mirror from the rag bag and took a picture of Li Dazhuang's face, but there was nothing unusual on the mirror. Just when everyone was helpless, Li Dazhuang suddenly moved, his eyelids slowly closed, and opened suddenly, this time his eyes were clear, as if he had just woken up from a dream. "Wan'er? Why am I here? Li Dazhuang looked around with a confused expression, not remembering anything before. Zhao Wan'er and Wang Banxian glanced at each other, both looking incredulous.
Wang Banxian hurriedly stepped forward and asked a few questions, before Li Dazhuang stumbled about his "dream". "I ...... I felt like I had gone to a strange place, and there was fog all around, and I couldn't get out. Suddenly, a voice whispered in my ear that it wanted me to stay, that there was something I had lost. I was hesitating when I heard Wan'er call me, and then I woke up. Li Dazhuang scratched his head as he spoke, obviously confused about his "experience" just now.
When Wang Banxian heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, he pondered for a while, and said slowly: "I think Da Zhuang has encountered a 'nightmare', which is what we often call a 'ghost press'. However, it is probably not an ordinary nightmare to be able to make him so awake when he is half asleep. "That'...... So what's going to happen? Zhao Wan'er was so anxious that her tears were about to come out.
Wang Banxian pondered for a while, took out a piece of rune paper from the cloth bag, lit it and circled around Li Dazhuang a few times, and there were words in his mouth. As the ashes of the rune paper slowly fell, the atmosphere in the room seemed to be much lighter. "Alright, it shouldn't be anything for now." Wang Banxian wiped his sweat and let out a sigh, "However, this matter is not over yet." Da Zhuang, have you been to any unclean places recently, or encountered anything unusual? Li Dazhuang thought for a while and shook his head: "No, I just work in the fields every day, go home at night to eat and sleep, and don't go anywhere." ”
"That's weird." Wang Banxian frowned, "That's it, I'll stay and keep vigil tonight to see if anything else happens." Zhao Wan'er's tears were bursting, and she was as grateful as if she was something, so she hurriedly thanked her repeatedly. Night has quietly fallen again, and our small village has returned to its former peaceful appearance, but the house at the east end of Liuhe Village is brightly lit like the New Year, and the atmosphere is very tense. Time passed minute by minute, until the sky began to whiten, and everything slowly calmed down.
Wang Banxian sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes to recuperate, and Li Dazhuang's kid had slept like a pig, this time his eyes were closed tightly and he never opened them again. "Looking at this posture, it shouldn't be a big deal." Wang Banxian opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief, "But ah, we still have to keep an eye on this matter." Sister Wan'er, you have to make up for Da Zhuang's body, and have a little more yang energy, so as not to let those unclean things get entangled. ”
When Zhao Wan'er heard this, the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, and she nodded again and again. She sent Wang Banxian away, turned around and returned to the bedside, looking at Li Dazhuang's sleeping face, with mixed feelings in her heart. "Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang, you have to live well, we still have to live a good life." Zhao Wan'er muttered softly, her eyes full of tenderness and firmness.
Since then, Zhao Wan'er has taken care of Li Dazhuang even more carefully, changing the way to cook food for him every day, and often taking him to bask in the sun under the old locust tree in the village, and listening to the old people in the village tell those ancient and mysterious old stories. Li Dazhuang's kid also seemed to be a different person, becoming diligent and capable, and he loved Zhao Wan'er even more.
