"You mean that Badong Village is in the center of the octagon, and there are black lacquered dragon-patterned coffins in the octagon?" Wen Liang dipped his chopsticks in white wine, and drew a few rough strokes on the wooden table, "Is that so?"

The middle-aged woman glanced at him, but didn't give him a definite answer, "I don't know what that damned place looks like, what I said may be my grandfather's daydream, and he himself added more details to tellListen to us juniors, otherwise how could he wake up the next day and still stay in the place where he hunted the day before, could it be that he sleepwalked back?"

"It's also possible that someone else brought him back there." Wen Liang looked at the deformed octagon on the table, and suddenly muttered, "Assuming what your grandfather saw was not just a chaotic dream, there is indeed an unknown mechanism The troops entered Badong Village, and he was sent back safely after being discovered by the other party, don't you think there is some contradiction in this?"

Wen Liang put the chopsticks he was playing with flat on the table, his long and narrow eyes seemed to be bewitched, which made the middle-aged woman's heart skip a beat.

"Well, what contradiction can there be?" In order to conceal her emotions at this time, the middle-aged woman grabbed a large handful of melon seeds and put her gaze on the flickering lights of other people's houses in the distance, not wanting to be with Wen Liang's creepy-looking pair anymore. Panicked eyes met.

"What about you, Xie Jin?" Wen Liang didn't make things difficult for her, and turned to Xie Jin, "Did you find any clues from the story told by this aunt?"

Xie Jin was engrossed in the story of the middle-aged woman, when he suddenly heard Wen Liang calling him, he was a little stunned, and took two seconds to react: "... If you tell this story, I think the biggest problem is Badong Village itself Well, after all, as a place where you can hide your tracks as much as possible, will the people there send Grandpa out without incident?"

He paused, and added with some uncertainty, "I think it was not uncommon to see hunters lost in the deep mountains in those days. If the people in Badong Village don't want the outside world to find out, they shouldn't..."

Xie Jin looked at the increasingly ugly expression of the middle-aged woman, and finally stopped talking. He realized that he had said something wrong, and immediately raised the cup at hand to drink water, trying to turn the matter over.

"That's right, according to normal logic, this aunt's grandfather shouldn't have appeared at the spot where he was hunting the day before. If you think about it according to the style of Badong Village, where even the locals don't know the exact location, the grandfather should have encountered Keep your mouth shut, at least it won't be like this swaggering out of the mountain to go home."

Wen Liang rested his chin on his hand, his words were much sharper than Xie Jin's, but Wen Liang didn't care about it, he tilted his head to look at the increasingly ugly face of the middle-aged woman, "...so I think the reason why this story is contradictory is because If it's not that Grandfather concealed something when he told you, then is there something you don't want us to know? Say yes, aunt."

The sound of the wooden chair being quickly dragged on the ground followed Wen Liang's voice, and the middle-aged woman stopped knocking the melon seeds. She threw the melon seeds back on the plate, with a gloomy and ugly face.

"You two outsiders still want to find Badong Village?" Her voice became sharper, and compared with the enthusiasm not long ago, she obviously changed her face, "every sentence of the story I told is true, and it is my grandfather. I will tell you what I have experienced." The middle-aged woman gave a "bah", spit the melon seeds sticking to her mouth on the ground, raised her legs and walked to the back room, "I only rent this house for you. It's late, you can leave at twelve noon tomorrow."

"Don't be angry, sister, sister!" Xie Jin came to his senses at this time, and hurriedly got up to chase the middle-aged woman, "We didn't mean that, and we didn't question the authenticity of your story."

He trotted behind the middle-aged woman, but he didn't dare to hold her directly, so he could only stammer and try his best to explain, "We, we really want to know about the affairs of Badong Village, and we absolutely don't mean to offend."

The middle-aged woman slowed down, she turned her head to look at Xie Jin, because there was almost no expression on her fat and round face: "Do you two want to go to Badong Village?"

The words hit the center, but Xie Jin didn't intend to continue to hide it, nodded and admitted: "Yes, we are going there to complete a must-do thing, Badong Village...is the last hope. "

"Go to that damned place? What are you going to do?" The middle-aged woman felt very outrageous. She raised her unmodified eyebrows and turned to look at this honest-looking man.

"That is, to save someone who is very important to me."

The night in Tian He is more windy than in Tan Jiang. Xie Jin took off his jacket and only wore a large long-sleeved T-shirt. The wind kept pouring in from the hem of his clothes, and his whole body would be swept away in the next second. .

When the middle-aged woman looked at Xie Jin, she happened to see the man's hair disheveled by the wind, and the firm eyes hidden in the hair.

The rare clear eyes did not look like other people who came to inquire about Badong Village with strong desire and purpose, nor did they seem to be lying.

"Where do you think Badong Village is?" The middle-aged woman remained vigilant, and asked Xie Jin sharply, "I'm not sure the truth of the grandfather's story, and I haven't heard about that army from the mouths of other neighbors, but The only thing I’m sure of is that the location of Badong Village is really mysterious, how can there be an octagonal coffin in a normal village? That’s why people here don’t care if it’s called Badong, they call it Spirit Coffin Village.”

"The octagonal coffin stands above the veins of the dragon. From the point of view of feng shui, this is the coffin carried by the Kowloon." Wen Liang saw that the wine on the table had been mushy. He squatted down and found a random stone, and re-drawn the middle-aged woman's mouth on the ground. The terrain of Badong Village.

"There was such a tomb in Changbai Mountain. The coffin was in the shape of an octagon, and each corner was coiled with a dragon, and the eight dragons were coiled by another dragon. The nine dragons performed their duties and firmly fixed the coffin, forming a nine-dragon coffin. The momentum of carrying the coffin."

Wen Liang threw away the stone in his hand. Although the picture on the ground is crude, it is not difficult to see the dragon vein and the octagonal coffin where Badong Village is located. Do you mean a dragon?"

"You, who are you?" The middle-aged woman looked at the white-haired man who looked 20 years younger than herself, and she was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

"Who, me?" Wen Liang stood up, shook his cyan robe, and grinned brightly, "Well, I thought you could see it... I'm not talented, I'm just an ordinary wandering Taoist priest."

"Taoist?" The corners of the middle-aged woman's eyes twitched a little. She didn't think too much about it at first, thinking that the white-haired young man was a fashionista, cosplayer? Who would have thought that he was a true Taoist priest.

"You...you came here for Badong Village, right?" The way she looked at Xie Jin suddenly changed. Looking at that honest man now, the middle-aged woman felt that he was lying to herself with those clear eyes, "You guys What exactly do you want to do?"

"Don't be angry, we have no malicious intentions." Wen Liang shrugged, trying to make his smile as harmless as possible, "He also said just now that we are here to save people."

"Stop talking nonsense! How could such a place save people!"

The middle-aged woman became emotional all of a sudden. She waved her arms and said plausibly, "You don't know how terrifying it was when my grandfather died! Our custom here is not to be cremated, and something happened on the night of the vigil. There are constant strange noises, and the sound of fingernails scratching the coffin board! This must have something to do with Grandfather's visit to Badong Village!"

"So it is true that the coffins in Badong Village can have a special influence on people?" Wen Liang quietly waited for the middle-aged woman to finish speaking, and then asked in a flat tone. He stared at the woman and suddenly froze. face, knowing that he had guessed right.

"How old was your grandfather when you died?" Wen Liang took two steps back and sat down on the low wooden chair. He picked up his wine glass again and took a sip, "I guess you were not that old at that time." Big."

"...Yes, I was only six years old that year, and I was very impressed because I experienced it myself." The middle-aged woman looked at Xie Jin resentfully, and went back to the low table and sat down.

Xie Jin also hurriedly followed back. When he sat back to his original position, he looked at Ji Duan who had been silent by his side. Taking advantage of no one's attention to his side, he stretched out his hand to hold the young man's palm that was bigger than his own. It's not because of the wind here, that hand is a little cold.

"On the night of the burial, the corpse was lifted up... I think you, as a local, should have heard the rumors about Badong Village." Wen Liang saw the imperceptible panic on the face of the middle-aged woman, and suddenly took out the cigarette stick from his arms ,"you do not mind?"

The middle-aged woman shook her head: "Badong Village does not actually belong to our town. In the early years, people from the government wanted to go there to do poverty alleviation surveys. It is said that the relevant personnel were driven away by the villagers, and even the village was not allowed to enter. It was rumored that the village believed in sorcery, and no one knew where they came from, and why they refused outside help, so gradually these towns around Tian He developed tourism, but Badong Village was still hidden in the remote mountains where there were no people. , maybe still living the life of my great-grandfather?"

"Maybe. After all, we are all human beings. If someone comes out in disguise, you won't find out where he came from."

Wen Liang took a puff of smoke along the wind, seeing the white smoke being torn apart by the wind in an instant, he said again, "The rumor I heard is that every household in Badong Village has a coffin. I don't know what it is for. Some people still believe in Baojiaxian, and it is said that they are descendants of Jurchen, that is, the current Manchu people."

The lights were flickering and the night wind was raging. Wen Liang was already tired from the journey today, and Wen Liang didn't want to continue talking about the origin of Badong Village. He changed the subject and decided to ask questions in a different way.

"The reason why your grandfather cheated on the corpse after his long death is probably due to the magnetic field of Badong Village. After all, in the story just now, he went into that village, which is not surprising."

"What makes me wonder is what method he used at that time to find out in a short period of time that Badong Village is a coffin-carrying trend in Kowloon. The village must have a large population base after years of precipitation, so the scale of the village should not be too large. Young man, as an ordinary hunter, your grandfather can find out the outskirts of this village, which is quite powerful to some extent."

Wen Liang shook his cigarette stick, and inadvertently looked into the eyes of the middle-aged woman. He found that the other party seemed to be showing signs of anger, and hurriedly explained, "Of course, I said these words sincerely. You are very courageous, so I have a merciless request, and I would like to ask you to help me."

"……you say."

Wen Liang grinned sincerely, his small eyes were almost narrowed into slits, "I want to ask you to help lead the way to Badong Village."

“Long average Lesser Dao.”