Otherworldly Merchant

As soon as he saw me turn around, Zhang Xiaoai bit his lip and hurried to chase him: “What's your hurry? I have to get dressed. How do I get to the mountain like this? You wait outside for a while, I'll get dressed and be right there.” Go straight to the dressing room across the hall.

I stood in front of the dressing room and before I finished smoking a cigarette, Zhang Xiaoai changed and walked out.

A slightly tight light green t-shirt with slim leg jeans and a wild backpack with casual hair spread around the back of the head and a ponytail. From that lazy neighbor, she instantly became a youthful sister.

Seeing her in such a costume came out, the police around her looked at me waiting at the door, all laughing and joking with her: “Yo, Team Zhang, is this going to the field? ”

Zhang Xiaoai bite their teeth more than fists, but his face still rose red, until we got in a taxi, drove a long way, still didn't disappear.

Guihua Mountain, more than thirty miles from Qingjiang City, was originally a small desert mountain and was later contracted by a retired cadre.

After he wrapped the mountain, he planted no chicken ducks, no fruit trees, but the mountain was filled with laurels.

A few years later, it became an extremely lush laurel forest.

Before the old man's death, he donated this cinnamon flower to the country free of charge. Qingjiang City built a number of additional gazebos, wooden chairs and so on to make it a good place to relax for a vacation.

Every August and September, when the laurels blossom, the flowers bloom all over the mountains, the wild bees, the wind gusts, the nose is drunk, and every day the mountains are crowded with tourists.

We walked and watched, and it wasn't long before we climbed up the hill.

Zhang Xiaoai looked very thin, but her strength wasn't bad at all. I was tired of some wheezing, but she was very excited to be my guide, pointing here for a moment, pointing there for a moment.

Of course, the two of us haven't forgotten the purpose of the trip, and from time to time we're searching for what makes Mount Osmanthus special.

It was the height of summer in August, Qingjiang was around Wuhan, nature was extremely hot, plus so many people in the mountains, busy, we both washed like water, full of sweat.

We bought a few bottles of mineral water in a small mountain shop, and we sat under a bench beneath a tree and took a cool rest, looking around.

All the way down, I didn't notice anything special about the mountains, the trees, the tourists.

Until then, I also had some doubts that this Guihua Mountain was just an unusual scenic spot.

After all, outside of Qingjiang City, this is just such a fun place. At this time, it is the opening season of Mountain Laurel. A flower girl loves to take selfies. I want to see it. It is perfectly normal to show a show.

There was nothing new at first sight here. I threw the empty bottle in the trash can next to me. I was just about to get up to greet Zhang Xiaoai and go back, but my eyes suddenly attracted me!

At this time, a group of delightful young girls, all eighteen or nine years old, were walking down the hilltop, wearing clear T-shirt shorts, with the words' Chunxia Dance School ’printed on their backs, all of them extremely stunning, and a pair of snow-white and bright thighs were extremely attractive.

With a smile on their faces, they kept beating and walking through the crowd, attracting a lot of visitors to look back, so that many men with female companions suffered a lot of dark pinching.

“What, even Boss Zhang is impressed?” Zhang Xiaoai also moaned.

My eyes were still on them and I whispered, "Look at their feet. ”

Zhang Xiaoai listened and quickly lowered his gaze.

However, the girls were seen wearing a red cord around their ankles in the same style and fastening as the victims in the first two human skin cases.

After all, Zhang Xiaoai is the captain of the criminal police. Without saying anything, he walked up and asked intimately: "Sister, where did you buy this red rope? It's beautiful. ”

“The temple asked for it.” A little girl with a little freckle on her face replied softly.

“In the temple?” Zhang Xiaoai stunned: “Where is there a temple in Guihua Mountain? ”

“It's the original Guihua Temple, now called Guihua Anvil, there's a red rope to ask for... hey, don't run!” She just said half the time, her head was sprinkled with a petal of laughter by her companion, she shouted now, and left Zhang Xiaoai laughing and chasing her.

“Go, go to Guihuayan.” Though I only listened half the time, I awoke.

What place would it be to build a sacrificial red rope that would need to gather the will and be sincerely convinced by the spell maker?

Temple, Taoist, nunnery!

Turns out the place where all the victims came together was not Guihua Mountain, but Guihua Anvil!

The more people went to the mountain, Zhang Xiaohoi and I couldn't easily squeeze onto the top of the mountain. Far away, we saw a red wall of green tiles, and the top of the gate was hung with three large letters of hot gold: “Guihuayan. ”

Face the white wall, write four rhetorical poems: the red line in Guihua Anvil, this life locks the marriage, more than the wings of Lian Fu Infinity, Mousha Nine Ladies All Immortals.

The gate in the middle was closed and only a small door was opened on the left side, and people kept coming in and out of the door. Strangely enough, all that comes out of it are women, and their companions can only wait outside the door.

I watched carefully for a while, and the women who came out of it were divided into two types, one with red lines on their feet and the other without bolts.

What is even more puzzling is that the red threads on the feet, without exception, are very young flower girls, none of whom are slightly older.

Zhang Xiaoai and I looked at each other and leaned towards the door.

“This host, you can't go in there.” Yet just as I crossed the threshold, I was stopped by the old lady sitting at the door.

“Why can't I come in?” I frowned and asked.

“This Guihua restaurant is dedicated to the Moon Lady. She only accepts gifts from women. Men are not allowed inside. Please wait outside. ”

“Bullshit!” Before the old lady could explain it, a skinny man standing behind me, tattooed with a gray wolf, shouted: “I've never heard of a Buddha who can only be a woman. No man's goodbye! Even the Grand Master of the Guanyin Temple can go. ”

“The benefactor forgives.” The old lady was too lazy to talk to him, twisting her head directly over the door and not even looking at him.