Sometimes we don’t want to walk the path we have taken because we don’t want to face the past.

When I woke up, I found myself still in Pony's van, and I wondered whether the experience of last night was a dream or a reality? Just as we were worried about how to leave, a police car roared.

This is a forest fire truck and is about to send supplies to Yehugou. Brother Zhenmin is familiar with the driver of the police car, so he asked him to help repair the car.

The old policeman immediately refused and explained: "I have to go to Yehugou immediately, otherwise the forest guard Lao Jia would have to freeze to death there. If you are willing to wait, you can wait here for me to come back for a while."

Brother Zhenmin had to thank him, and the old Taoist priest reminded the old policeman: "The road to the mountain is not easy to walk, but there should be no problem with your car's tires!"

The policeman was surnamed Ding and had served in Xichui Township Police Station before. He poked his head out of the car window and looked at Hongtuling. Seeing that the mountain road was covered with snow, he frowned and said to Brother Zhenmin: "Xiao Su, why don't you go to Yehugou with me, and I will take you to the town when I come back."

Brother Zhenmin wanted to refuse, but the old Taoist priest responded: "Okay, we are waiting here anyway. I'm afraid there are no cars passing by here in this weather!"

I also want to see the situation on the top of the ancient temple. Is there an ancient temple there?

Brother Zhenmin agreed and opened the car door. He sat in the passenger seat. The old Taoist priest and I sat in the back seat. Xiaoma insisted on staying to repair the car. No matter how I persuaded him, the old Taoist priest asked him to stay.

The pickup truck with anti-slip chains is strong and does not slip. I rolled down the window and looked up the mountain road. I saw that the snow on the hillside was intact, and occasionally there were footprints left by wild beasts.

This is strange. I remember that I clearly rolled down from the top of Hongtuling, and the bruises on my body are still there. Is it really a dream?

"Where are you going?" Lao Ding asked Brother Zhenmin while driving.

Brother Zhenmin replied casually: "I attended the funeral of a fellow villager yesterday. It was Xiao Yuan's grandmother who was going to return to Donggou. Unexpectedly, the car suddenly broke down when it got here!"

Lao Ding glanced at the old Taoist priest and asked, "This old man looked at him, isn't he a local, right?"

The old Taoist priest hurriedly explained: "I am from Yiyang. Brother, do you want to go to Yehugou?"

Lao Ding responded, and the pickup truck slowly climbed to the top of Hongtuling. When he went downhill, he kept stepping on the brakes, drove carefully, and stopped talking.

When we passed the abandoned house on the hillside of the Gusi slope, I hurriedly said, "Master Ding, please stop the car. I can't hold it in anymore. I need to make it easier!"

Lao Ding said in a little embarrassedly: "It's not safe to park in Banpo!"

I insisted on saying, "I'm so sorry, I can't hold it in! It'll be fine soon, you don't need to turn off the engine."

Lao Ding had no choice but to agree, stepped on the brakes and pulled the handbrake.

I hurriedly opened the car door and ran towards the abandoned house last night. The courtyard gate was already dilapidated. I rushed into the main hall, where there were cats and dogs drowning everywhere, and a black cat entrenched. When I saw me breaking in, I immediately grinned and protested.

The windows on the back wall of the main hall were broken and a cold wind blew in.

The sound of a car whistle sounded outside, and I turned and left.

When the car arrived at the top of the Gushipo Mountain, there was only a flat place here, but there was no ancient temple. I asked Brother Zhenmin: "This is Gushipo Mountain, why did it give it this name?"

Brother Zhenmin responded: "How did I know that you have grown up here since childhood?"

Lao Ding introduced: "There was an ancient temple here, but it had been destroyed by war. The wild fox ditch in front of it was even more hungry. It was once a bandit's nest and a mass grave. Until now, no one is willing to spend the night there. There is only this old Jia bachelor, who is not afraid of heaven or earth."

The hillside under the Yehugou was steeper, and Lao Ding held his breath. Brother Zhenmin introduced: "This road has only been built in recent years. There are few cars passing by. There are many wild animals in the ditch, but there are not many trees. Only a few old hunters are willing to come here to hunt. Lao Jia is a hunter."

The pickup truck could only drive to the bottom of the Yehugou ditch, while Lao Jia's shack was halfway up the mountain, so the car could not drive directly, so Lao Ding honked his horn to inform Lao Jia to come down to pick him up.

There was a barking sound from the dirt platform halfway up the mountain. Lao Ding stopped the car and asked us to help unload the car.

I carried a bag of potatoes, and a pot of oil, followed Lao Ding and walked upstairs.

The jackdaw moaned in the cold wind, and the old Taoist priest walked at the end with two bags of flour. Brother Zhenmin walked behind me with two plastic buckets. Then he heard the old Taoist priest whisper to himself: "There are poor mountains and rivers here, but I didn't expect there was a white tiger land in the ridge."

Accompanied by the barking of dogs, a big black dog ran towards us, and Lao Ding immediately scolded him.

An old hunter wearing a leather jacket and a leather hat also welcomed us, and he was carrying a dirt gun.

This is Lao Jia, the forest guard of Yehugou, who welcomed us into his adobe house. The room was in poor light, but there was still a statue of a mountain god.

Putting down the potatoes and oil, I rubbed my numb hands and said, "There is still a piece of woodland from my grandfather here!"

Old Jia had a shaved beard and a rosacea was particularly conspicuous, so he responded: "You are Xue Changsong's grandson, right?"

I nodded and said, "No, but after your grandfather died, your uncle has returned this woodland to the country. There is no one else except for me who is willing to come here and dares to come!"

Brother Zhenmin asked in dissatisfaction: "Why? Are there any man-eating beasts here?"

Lao Jia lit a bag of dry tobacco and proudly introduced: "There are a few beasts, which are not enough to cause trouble. Nowadays, all beasts are afraid of people. I won't hide it from you, nor are they afraid of Lao Ding's jokes. It's like this when it gets dark. In the past, people on Gusipo would not go out again when it gets dark. Now I am the same. If there is any situation, let Lao Hei solve it!" He pointed to the big black dog lying on the ground.

Lao Ding immediately reminded him: "Lao Jia, it is already the 21st century now. You can no longer promote feudal superstition activities. Any evil spirit and evil spirit have ghosts in your heart!"

Old Jia laughed dryly and stopped talking.

Brother Zhenmin joked to Lao Ding: "Lao Ding, do you dare to spend the night here?"

Lao Ding shook his head and replied: "I have a task, and I have a guy on my side? If I accidentally hurt someone, it will be difficult to deal with!"

Lao Jia also echoed: "Actually it's nothing. It's just that the sky is dark. There are so many wolves howling and foxes in the mass grave. In addition, the night owl and the old hornet play together, which makes people feel unpleasant."

"In summer, there are ghost fires, which are all phosphorus fires. How many times have I told you!" Old Ding scolded.

Lao Jia responded, and Lao Ding said to Brother Zhenmin: "Xiao Su, accompany me out for a look. When winter comes, there will be an uneasy guy sneaking into the mountains to hunt, not even wanting his life. If an avalanche is triggered, it will be dangerous!"

After they both left, I murmured: "This is not a snowy mountain, how could it cause an avalanche?"

Old Jia is usually used to being alone. Suddenly, he saw so many people coming, so he opened his mouth and said to me: "It's usually very evil here. Last night, I was even more scary. The slope of the ancient temple was covered with a cloud of black gas. I was so scared that I didn't dare to scream."

The old Taoist priest continued: "This is a mass grave, there is not enough light and there is too much yin energy, which is normal!"

"Is it normal for the snowman to run all over the mountain?" Old Jia asked Taoist Master Tanyou.

"Snowman?" I pretended to be puzzled: "How can a snowman run all over the mountain? It is not a real person, it has feet?"
Chapter completed!