Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Everyone looked at the village chief, who was also scratching his head. Some time ago, there was a rumor in Sandaogou about a ghost wall, and several people in the village died. He thought it would be quiet now, but this happened again in his own village. The key point was that he couldn't figure out what was going on?

The village chief thought about it and came to no avail. Seeing the villagers' panic, everyone in the house panicked.

"Village Chief," followed the voice. Master Tong, Tong Changjiang, walked into the house, leaning on his walking stick. "Village Chief, I heard what Old Wang said just now. How about this? I'll pay for a horse spirit from the village to come and exorcise the evil spirits. What do you say?"

The village chief hurriedly stood up and bowed, tears of gratitude welling up in his eyes: "That's great! Master Tong is indeed very knowledgeable. I'll send someone to invite him right away."

In the Northeast, most people do not believe in Buddhism or Taoism, but only in Shamanism. If they have a disease or disaster, they will go to see a shaman. If they are possessed by evil spirits, they will ask a shaman to perform a shaman act.

However, if you want to talk about the shamans who move the poles, they have to have some real skills. But it is different for the spirits. Some people can really let the spirits possess them, and the spirits can tell people's fortunes and treat their illnesses, but there are also some who are pure mental patients.

There are also many women who perform rituals in places like Shaoguozi, Wangyetun, Sandagou, etc., but there are only two who perform shaman dances, because those who perform shaman dances are 100% shamans with a history and tradition.

Those who perform shaman dances are like employees of state-owned enterprises, with a regular staff and salary, while those who perform shaman dances are self-employed individuals.

Tong Wensheng cleaned his mother's grave, sat down and stared into the distance in a daze. He had been in the mountains for seven years and was now the successor priest. Unexpectedly, his mother died of illness in the third year after he entered the mountains. He didn't even see his mother for the last time, which became the biggest regret of his life.

At this moment, footsteps sounded behind him. Tong Wensheng didn't need to look back, he knew it was Huang Yueming coming from the sound. But when he listened carefully, he could hear Huang Yueming's hurried footsteps, as if something had happened.

Huang Yueming is also a shaman. She is different from ordinary shamans. She was born in a yang year, a yang month, a yang day, and a yang hour. Her horoscope is pure yang. Logically, it is not suitable for her to be possessed by a shaman. However, in shamanism, she is a rare genius that is rarely seen in a century. When yang reaches its extreme, yin will be born. When things reach their extremes, they will turn around. The shamans that Huang Yueming invited were all the most difficult to invite, the Chang Mang.

There is a saying in Shamanism that "literary skills can protect the family, and martial skills can go out to fight". Among the twelve immortals in Northeast China, Chang Mang is the real martial immortal.

"Wensheng..." Tong Wensheng turned around and saw Huang Yueming sweating profusely, followed by a middle-aged man. The two of them were running towards him.

Huang Yueming ran up to Tong Wensheng and asked breathlessly, "Wensheng, what kind of ghost is this that follows the tiger to harm people?"

Tong Wensheng's face turned serious. "You mean, there are ghosts helping tigers to harm people, right?"

Huang Yueming nodded and recounted the entire story of Wangye Village from beginning to end. Tong Wensheng turned back and forth several times with his hands behind his back. Huang Yueming became anxious: "Wensheng, tell me, is this a ghost? Or a demon?"

Tong Wensheng stopped, his palms full of cold sweat, he looked at Huang Yueming, his tone heavy: "It's a ghost! A ghost! A ghost,

"Ghost accomplice?" Huang Yueming heard the name for the first time: "What is a ghost accomplice?"

Tong Wensheng looked at the mountains in the distance, that was Crouching Tiger Ridge: "Some people were eaten by tigers and became ghosts. They could not go to the underworld or be reborn. They could only depend on the tiger and become its slave. This kind of ghost is called a accomplice ghost. There is an idiom called "serving a tiger as an accomplice", which refers to accomplices ghosts.

Every day, this ghost lures passersby for the tiger. When a passerby hears his name called, as long as he turns around, his body will be controlled by the ghost and eaten by the tiger. The more people the tiger eats, the more people will become ghosts. Unless the tiger dies completely, these ghosts will also be destroyed.

Huang Yueming said, "Then let's find a way to kill that stinky tiger. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

Tong Wensheng smiled bitterly and said, "How can it be that simple? The power of the ghost is not great, but how can a tiger be so easy to beat?

Tong Wensheng continued, "A tiger that eats people is very cunning. Most people can't kill it."

Huang Yueming smiled gently, like a flower slowly blooming. She said a little mischievously, "Then... do you want to go with me to see it?"

Tong Wensheng looked at his mother's grave and slowly shook his head. He was keeping vigil for his mother and could not go out until the 49th day had passed. This was also the reason why his father would rather pay the village than trouble him.

Huang Yueming bit her lip and forced a smile: "It doesn't matter. The village chief has invited my aunt and Xiao Cui. No matter what, we have to kill the tiger and drive away the ghost."

The Tong family of Wangye Village gave the small square in front of their ancestral temple to Huang Yueming and the other two. The village chief arranged for people to set up the altar and place the offerings. He also found seven or eight young men who were good at hunting and prepared bows, crossbows, and hunting rifles. The shamans performed the shaman dance to exorcise ghosts, while the hunters hunted tigers, with clear division of labor.

The key issue now is how to lure out the ghosts and tigers. Wang Xiong came up with a plan to let a hunter in the village wander around the Yudai River alone, while the others lay in ambush and take action when the ghosts and tigers come out.

Huang Yueming thought about it and thought that this was a solution. It would not be difficult to find someone to serve as bait. As soon as he heard that there was a big reward, several guys immediately stood up and vied with each other to lure out the henchmen and the tiger.

But how to exorcise the ghost made Huang Yueming and Aunt Huang feel troubled. No one had ever seen such a thing as a ghost, so which immortal could be able to subdue it?

Huang Yueming carefully told her aunt what Tong Wensheng said. "To be an accomplice to the evil?" Aunt Huang was confused. After thinking about it, the two decided to contact the accomplice first.

However, Aunt Huang and Xiao Cui will come to summon the gods first, and Huang Yueming will guard on the side. If the situation is not good, Huang Yueming will take action.

It was getting dark. The moon was very round tonight, illuminating the Yudai River with shimmering water. The hunter Dazhuzi sat on a rock by the river, looking at the water nervously and glancing around from time to time. He had just been patting his chest and saying that he was not afraid of ghosts, but now his calves were cramping. If there had not been an ambush not far away, Dazhuzi knew that he would have been scared to death and would have run away long ago.

As time passed, everyone gradually relaxed from being nervous. It was already the second watch of the night. Perhaps the tiger and its minions would not appear again today.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the woods by the river, cold and biting. Then, several ghostly figures appeared vaguely by the river. The translucent figures flashed a light green light, not far behind the big pillar, but the big pillar knew nothing about it.

Everyone held their breath, drew their bows, and loaded their crossbows with arrows. It was the first time they had seen such a horrific thing, and they were extremely nervous.

"Dazhuzi... Dazhuzi..." A man's voice sounded, and the ambushing hunter Wei Lao Da jumped up and shouted, "It's Da Niu!" The village chief next to him covered his mouth with one hand. Wei Lao Da looked at one of the ghosts. He was very familiar with this person. It was Da Niu. Wei Lao Da's tears came down. Da Niu was his best buddy. They grew up together.

Dazhuzi turned around and stood up. Everyone could see clearly in the moonlight that after hearing the call of the big cow, Dazhuzi's expression became dull and he walked backwards step by step.

The translucent ghosts were chirping and the village chief sighed. He could tell who these ghosts were: Li Laoer, Da Niu, the peddler, Aunt Du, and the woman Wang Xiong mentioned. The only difference from what Wang Xiong said was that these ghosts were transparent shadows, and there was no sign of beauty or charm in them.

The female ghost took Dazhuzi's hand and walked towards the woods. Dazhuzi seemed to have become stupid and followed obediently without any resistance.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, "If Dazhuzi's soul is bewitched, how will they explain it to his family?" Everyone turned to look at the Great God and the Second God.

Huang Yueming waved his hand and asked his aunt to wait a moment, as the tiger had not appeared yet.

At this moment, someone with sharp eyes shouted "Tiger". Everyone turned to look and saw a tiger with black stripes all over its body slowly walking out of the woods. The tiger was more than four meters long, with a huge head. It opened one eye and closed the other, with its bloody mouth wide open, growling softly.

Huang Yueming jumped out and swung the big knife in his hand. Aunt Huang closed her eyes and shook. Xiao Cui twisted her waist, and the waist bells rang jinglingly. The Wenwang drum in her hand beat quickly and powerfully.

The hunters all shouted and rushed over to surround the tiger...