The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 3

In the temple, lights are lit to welcome the soul, and copper bells at the bridgehead lead the way.

Surabaya Village is surrounded by mountains on both sides, and a stream separates the village from the back mountain. The mountain temple is on the mountainside of the back mountain.

On the way to the mountain temple, Ning Xingruan wrapped his coat tightly.

The night fog covered the dotted lights of Surabaya Village behind me, and the light of the flashlight could only illuminate a distance of two or three meters below my feet. There was silence everywhere, except for the sound of stones and branches being stepped on the ground.

After leaving the village, the cold and damp atmosphere in the mountains became heavier. Ning Xingruan's sneakers couldn't stop the damp and cold that penetrated into the bone crevices, and her toes were numb from the cold.

"It's here, it's here."

Seeing the lights on the top of the steps at the foot of the mountain, the fourth grandfather who was leading the way said that the road up the mountain was not easy, and the steps were covered with moss and grass sprouts. Ning Xingruan and his uncle went forward to help the old man, and slowly climbed up the mountain .

After climbing the last step, the lights were brightly lit in an instant. Ning Xingruan squinted and looked at the magnificent and solemn building standing in front of him, and the lights everywhere could not hide the solemn momentum.

The blue tiles and cornices, carved beams and columns, are incompatible with this old forest deep in the mountains, but rather strange.

"Let's go in." The old man straightened his clothes, pulled Ning Xingruan and walked in.

Stepping over the threshold, the face is full of red. Looking closely, the wooden beams and columns in the temple are covered with red silk, tied with bows, and several red lanterns are hung from the corner of the house to the door in turn.At first glance, it doesn't look like a temple, but it looks like a wedding room waiting to marry a new couple.

The red eyes made Ning Xingruan dizzy for a moment, and he couldn't help reaching out to support the pillar beside him.The wood wrapped in red silk felt like ice, and the moment he touched it, it was so cold that his palms were tingling.

Quickly withdrawing his hand in surprise, Ning Xingruan looked at the pillar curiously, but unexpectedly a piece of red silk floated down from the top of the pillar, and happened to cover him.

Covered by the red silk hood, Ning Xingruan was startled, and hurriedly pulled the silk off.

Several old men in the mountain temple led the two young men as if they were performing some ceremony. At this time, they all noticed the movement at the door, and they all looked this way.

Ning Xingruan was holding the red silk in his hand, seeing that he was the focus for a moment, his fair face turned red, he bent down slightly to apologize, and then lowered his head and put the red silk on the ground.

"It's okay, come here." Fourth Grandpa said in harmony.

The two youths standing in front of the altar stepped aside, and Ning Xingruan was pushed over.

The altar was very large and wide, and instead of a statue of a mountain god, there was a tablet. The tablet was very rough, and the word mountain god was written in bright red cinnabar on the front, which was perfunctory inside and out.

He was a little surprised. When the mountain temple was a dark and dilapidated room when he was a child, a stone statue of the mountain god with an invisible face was enshrined on the altar. Now the temple is magnificently built, but the tablet is so careless.

Several old people in the village stood on both sides with solemn expressions, which made Ning Xingruan feel uneasy, and he looked at Fourth Grandpa uneasily.

The fourth grandfather handed him three sticks of incense, and after burning the incense, he put a lotus oil lamp on the altar, motioning for him to light it with his own hands.

The wick of the oil lamp was red, and after being soaked in oil, the color turned into a dark red. After Ning Xingruan lit it carefully, he lowered his hands and waited for the next instruction.

Then he was pushed aside and stood with the two young people before. Several old people gathered around the altar and began to sing in a strange tone.

Is this over?

Ning Xingruan heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time thought it was a bit funny. He originally thought that such a big battle would take a long time, but he didn't expect that it was just lighting a lamp when it was said to be lighting.

The old people couldn't understand what Ning Xingruan sang, but felt that the hypnotic effect was very strong, and his eyelids became heavy when he heard it.He lowered his head and yawned as little as possible, physical tears welled up, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

He moved his toes, and suddenly felt something was wrong, the shadow under his feet seemed to fade?

No, it's not that the shadow has become lighter, but the surrounding area of ​​the shadow has become darker. He watched as the shadow that was a layer lighter than his own shadow slowly spread under his feet, as if trying to swallow his shadow completely.

Even standing in the middle of the crowd, Ning Xingruan still felt the bone-chilling chill enveloped him.

Time seemed to be slowed down suddenly, and every move of the people around him became blurred. He wanted to ask for help, but he couldn't make a sound.

The tones sung by the old people became more and more rapid and sharp. Ning Xingruan's feet were weak, and he was on the verge of falling. In his dizziness, he suddenly felt that someone was supporting his waist behind him.

The strength of his waist allowed him to stabilize his figure, and the support behind him gave him a lot of peace of mind, as if he was pulled back from an isolated world, Ning Xingruan felt very at ease at this moment.

The surroundings gradually returned to normal, the weird singing tunes, the whispered complaints of the young people around, and the vague copper bells were all so vivid.

There was no shadow spreading under his feet, his shadow spread quietly under his feet, everything was as usual.

Ning Xingruan breathed a sigh of relief. After the extreme fear receded, his body was still in a powerless state. If he hadn't been supported by his back, he would have slipped and fell to the ground immediately.

He was grateful, bowed his head slightly and was about to whisper thanks, but the hand supporting his lower back moved slightly twice, kneading with a strange meaning, then slid across his back, and held his shoulder.

Ning Xingruan's heart skipped a beat, and before he could move, he felt a cold fragrance enveloping from behind, his left shoulder sank slightly, and his back was completely pressed against the chest of the person behind him.

He was stunned for a moment before he realized how inappropriate the two's posture was, his cheeks flushed immediately, anger and embarrassment welled up in his heart, and his scalp exploded.

He quickly looked up and looked around, and found that everyone turned a blind eye to the movement here, and even the two young men standing next to him were still looking at the altar with solemn expressions, which made him feel a little better.

The feeling of exhaustion and powerlessness after the emotional ups and downs has not receded, Ning Xingruan forced a breath to struggle out of the arms of the person behind him.However, the hands holding his shoulders were like iron tongs, motionless.

Sensing Ning Xingruan's movements, the man made no secret of his intentions, and went too far. The hand on his left shoulder stroked down his arm inch by inch, wrapped around his wrist and pinched twice, and grasped it. Holding his hand, kneading each of his fingers carefully.

So cool!

The moment her wrist was pinched, Ning Xingruan was frozen by the unusually cold touch before she had time to get angry.

Colder than ice... It was the same as the touch of the pillar at the door just now, no, it was colder than that pillar. After being pinched twice, he already felt that his wrists and arms were instantly numb from the cold.

so cold... so cold...

He couldn't help trembling, and fear was born again in his heart.

Even if it was a corpse pulled out from the morgue, the hands would not be so cold.

Feared to the extreme, his emotions were already numb, he turned his head slightly, and saw the hands on his shoulders, the fingers were long and slender, very white, full of lifeless whiteness.

He was being held in the arms of a dead man.

The cold incense behind him was getting stronger and stronger, mixed with the smell of incense burning in the temple, intertwined with a strange smell, which made Ning Xingruan feel familiar and strange.

With this smell, the tingling cold feeling on his arm disappeared, and the fear gradually faded, and a light and relaxed emotion filled his chest.

Ning Xingruan felt that he was probably dead, so he was suddenly so relaxed.

It wasn't until he was pushed that he staggered a step forward and suddenly raised his head, only to realize that he was still in the world. The old man in the temple had already finished singing that weird song and was walking towards the outside of the mountain temple.

Looking at his nephew's pale face, Ning Pingyang hurried over to support him, and said in a concerned tone, "What's the matter? Is it frozen on the road? Do you have a fever?"

"Wait Ruan, are you alright?" Fourth Grandpa came over and patted him on the shoulder, "It's all my old man's fault for not explaining clearly."

"Just now some of us old men sang a sacrificial oration to induce souls, and those who are physically weak will have nightmares when they hear it. Did Ruan Wazi have a nightmare just now?"

Ning Xingruan raised his left hand to look, there was no trace of frostbite, it turned out...it was a hallucination.

No wonder, otherwise, on such a solemn occasion, it would be impossible for him to be hugged without anyone noticing his abnormality.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." He didn't want to stay here for a minute, he prevaricated a few words and pushed Ning Pingyang to leave, but the fourth grandfather grabbed his wrist.

"Your child is too weak. If you are so scared, you will get sick when you go back. I will boil a few medicines and you will be fine after drinking it." He said, "They are all medicines for health, don't be afraid."

Ning Xingruan thanked them, and they left the mountain temple together.

Before going down the mountain, he looked back. The mountain temple was brightly lit and located on the desolate mountainside, which reminded him of Lanruo Temple in Liaozhai.

With lingering fear in his heart, he quickly walked down the stairs, he just wanted to quickly get rid of that scary memory from his mind.

As for why he had hallucinations, it was probably because of the special rhythm of the sacrificial text, which had a psychological impact on him.

There was a group of people on the way down the mountain, which reassured Ning Xingruan a lot. Among the two young people who were traveling together, the youngest one came over and winked at him for a long time, but Ning Xingruan couldn't remember who it was.

In the end the young man was discouraged and said: "Brother Xingruan, you really don't remember me, I'm Xinglei!"

"Ah! It's you." Ning Xingruan smiled. Ning Xinglei is the grandson of his fourth grandfather, a few months younger than him. The two have been classmates since childhood, and their relationship is not bad.

"Forget it, you haven't come back for so many years, it's normal if you don't recognize me, after all, I've grown from a small carrot to a 1.8 meter tall man." Ning Xinglei laughed twice.

Ning Xinglei was a chatterbox, and he never stopped talking along the way. When he arrived at the village entrance, Ning Xingruan knew all about the affair between Uncle Zhang, the east head of the village, and the widow in the next village.

Ning Xinglei's twittering without a trace of enthusiasm brought Ning Xingruan back to the scene when they went to school together when they were young, and the strangeness they hadn't seen for more than ten years quickly dissipated.

After gossiping about the affairs of the village, Ning Xinglei was still unsatisfied. He glanced at his grandfather who was walking in front of him, leaned closer and whispered to Ning Xingruan, "Brother Xingruan, do you know why the village has to worship ancestors now? Don't you think it's weird?"

Ning Xingruan was stunned, and also whispered: "Didn't the fourth grandfather say that the feng shui in the village has changed, and he wants to move the grave to worship the ancestors?"

"What's the matter! It's haunted, let me tell you, don't go out and wander around at night." Ning Xinglei mumbled about something, and shivered himself, "Zhang Erling, you know, right? Little Zhang's father died in the back mountain seven or eight days ago, let me tell you..."

Before he finished speaking, when he reached the intersection, Ning Xinglei was greeted by his grandfather and left.

Before leaving, he winked at Ning Xingruan again, and gestured to continue telling the story tomorrow.

Back in the old courtyard, Ning Xingruan was exhausted by the experience of the mountain temple and Ning Xinglei's unfinished words.

After a simple wash and lying on the bed, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The signal in the village was not good, so he took out his mobile phone and chatted with his roommate intermittently in the group. Under Chen Linbo's shameless gag, Ning Xingruan relaxed a lot.

The humid weather in the south kept him warm for a long time, but he couldn't warm the bed. He went to the kitchen and poured a cup of hot water to dry on the desk, leaning against the bedside to wait for the water to cool.

Feeling drowsy, he closed his eyes unconsciously. In the half-dream and half-awake state, he heard someone telling him to get up and drink water to warm his body.

"Sleepy~"

In a daze, Ning Xingruan just wanted to go to sleep quickly, and didn't want to move at all, her humming sound carried the meaning of begging and coquettish.

Someone brought hot water to his mouth, but he was not polite. After drinking the water, the person stuffed him into the bed and covered him with the quilt. Ning Xingruan relaxed and let himself be manipulated.

When his cold fingers touched the skin on his waist, he managed to open his eyes a little bit.

The tall figure in front of the bed was bending over to tuck him in the quilt.

"Uncle, go to sleep, your hands are cold."

Hearing someone respond, he fell into a deep sleep again.

The lights in the room were turned off, and in the darkness, a deep and strange laughter suddenly sounded.