Anhui, Huangshan City.

On the street where people come and go, there is a beauty and health center called Shanguizhai.

The street is not prosperous, very urban, and quite down-to-earth. It is a bit like a stroll. Some sell pickles, pickles, some sell screw switches, some frying fried dough sticks with oil pans, and some are not particular about the shops. They brought a basin of dirty water to pour it on the ground. Passersby jumped and scolded.

But this mountain Guizhai is very tall and out of place with the entire street.

The store is very large, decorated in an extremely high-end style, antique and elegant. Facing the glass screen on the street, a bronze statue of one person is placed, with a barefoot golden ring bell and a charming beauty dressed in gauze. She rode sideways on a fierce cheetah with a tail waving. The price tag below shows that this bronze statue is a decoration and a commodity. If someone likes it, you can buy it and go home.

The price is 1.8 million yuan, and it is confronted across the street from the billboard "Fifteen yuan for a hair wash" produced by the shampooing room opposite, vividly interpreting what the difference is.

The style of this store itself has already shown a face that is free from entry for idle people, and the price tag is even more restricted to people thousands of miles away. People nearby and those passing by every day never approach the store, but they are used to its existence. When it is the sun hanging high every day, they speculate behind their backs that it must be the back garden of high officials and the cash-selling cave of wealthy businessmen, which is opened here just for the remote and low-key.

***

In fact, even if you happen to be a rich man, with the confidence to spend a lot of money and be able to push the door open with ease, you can only stop at the front desk and cannot get up to the sandalwood on the side, leading to the second floor, with a delicately carved staircase.

Because the receptionist with a good makeup at the front desk will say to you with a sorry smile: "I'm sorry, this store only serves members."

If you say "It doesn't matter, don't short of money, get one", they will continue to apologize and answer you, sorry, the membership is full, if someone exits, you can add you, but you need to queue up.

And according to them, no one hundred or eighty are the ones ahead of you.

If you are a fool, blushing and yelling, "I have money, but I have to spend money." "Otherwise, I will go to the industrial and commercial department to complain." The receptionist will usually give in cowardly and change my words and say that I can receive it.

Next, you will be taken to the massage room on the first floor. The pads on the massage table are so dirty, with vegetable stains, perfume, body odor, and black circles burned by cigarette butts. In short, you are already quite safe before you can massage.

Then, an aunt with a stout rosacea and smells of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on her body came in, and squeezed a hand cream that was two or three dollars a tube on her hand as she walked, called convenient massage. Finally, she made you scream, kick your legs and your arms, wishing you could die with her.

You were so angry that you shouted and scolded and said what kind of shit massage was, and the aunt would answer with confidence: "This is the massage in our Shanguizhai, which is the special technique."

Then show you the bill, which is usually not lower than four digits. If you question the price is unreasonable, the aunt will have thick eyebrows and yell at you, "Look at our high-end decoration, the price is very cheap!"

...

In summary, no matter who you are or are not a member, you basically don’t expect to go up to the second floor.

Of course, except for those competent departments and inspection departments, Shanguizhai is a law-abiding merchant and accepts everything such as fire protection, safety and sanitation inspections.

***

But, there is nothing special about the second floor.

In addition to the dark tones and quietness, the corridor was all the way through, and there were various copper beasts scattered on both sides, which were shaped fiercely and ferociously. In addition, they were used to light incense: some were incense inserts in their mouths, holding a fragrance, and looking like they were lit from a distance, they were swallowing clouds and fog; some hollowed out their heads to make incense burners, lifted their heads and added charcoal to them, and it looked like they were in a devilish way of practicing martial arts, and the white fog was blew from the head; some were clearly in the shape of beasts, but they were like human postures holding big cigarette pipes, and the fragrance lingered in the pipe...

I was in it and after watching it for a long time, I felt that everything seemed fake but real, and I couldn't stop my spine from getting cold.

On both sides of the corridor, each door enters a massage private room. The largest room is at the end. There is a mahogany carved bed with thin and transparent yarn hanging on three sides. The air conditioner is sending air. The transparent yarn is about to roll and rise. A Chinese painting of ink painting is painted on the large wall facing the bed. A woman with a graceful and half-covered appearance, half-exposed, sitting slanted on a black panther, with two vertical brushes on the side, with the flowing clouds and flowing water at the end, and the pen is dragon and snake.

The sentences in it come from Qu Yuan’s "Chu Ci. Nine Songs" chapter.

——It is both savoring and smiling, and I admire me for being graceful and graceful.

...

Meng Qianzi was lying on the bed on this rack, doing half a massage.

It was said that it was half a massage because her other half was about smoking hookahs. This hookah was a rare object that was found in the Middle East. It was gilded and inlaid with treasures all over the body, so graceful and delicate that it burned eyes and seductive heart.

She held the cigarette tube and listened to the sound of bubbles in the hookah. The tobacco leaves were mixed with honey and orange, so there was no smell of smoke, but it had a fruity aroma.

The female masseur wearing a mask next to her was concise and had a proper force. What was more suitable was that she did not look squint and did not cough, as if she was transparent.

After smoking for a while, Meng Qianzi half-beared and looked at Meng Jinsong sitting on the Huanghuali official hat chair diagonally opposite: "Don't you really want to try it? Just try it and play with it, it's not cigarettes."

When she bowed, her long hair that looked like ink slipped down her shoulders, and she brought down her half-covered linen shirt, revealing her fair and round shoulders and a small back. Meng Jinsong quickly turned around and blocked her face with her hand. She said in a very disgusting tone: "Oh my god, my god, you don't say it's more dignified."

Meng Qianzi glanced at him: "I have to be dignified when I massage my own field? You are thirty years old, not thirteen. You have been married twice. Looking at my shoulders should be the same as looking at braised chicken wings. Why are you pretending to be shy?"

Meng Jinsong still blocked his face: "How can that be the same? You are the boss, I have to avoid being disgusted."

Meng Qianzi was too lazy to talk to him, so she changed her back position and the masseur thoughtfully gave him cushions.

She sorted out her clothes, half-supported her legs, her legs were very beautiful, slender and appropriate, and there was a golden ring with a bell on her ankle, making a tiny and clear sound of a bell.

“Where did you say?”

Meng Jinsong was just avoiding suspicion, and then he remembered that before Meng Qianzi wanted to smoke the hookah freshly, the two were talking about things.

He cleared his throat: "Our brothers from Guangxi..."

"Come on, I'm dignified."

Meng Jinsong then turned to her: "Our brothers in Guangxi, I accidentally discovered that the 80,000 mountains were deserted a while ago."

Meng Qianzi raised her eyelids: "Eighty thousand mountains? I seem to have some impression of it, what is it..."

Meng Jinsong knew that she had never liked to use her brain to remember things, otherwise she would not need to mention this secret moment: "The mark in the mountain list is ours, not to explore the mountain, and the Sheng family."

Meng Qianzi was impressed by: "Yes, it's Sheng's surname, it's been several generations ago. They have circled the mountain and we don't visit it, so why is it deserted? Can't we survive in the mountains? Are we going to work in the city?"

Meng Jinsong was so amused that he had to endure it: "I don't know, my brothers discovered it by chance. Later, when I asked, it seemed that it had been four or five years since the deserted, and the people had gone, so I decided to go and explore it..."

"Explore, why not explore, let go."

Very good. Meng Jinsong put a "√" on the workbook, and it would be easier to do things with the instructions of the leader.

Just as I was about to enter the next item, a knock on the door suddenly came from the door.

Meng Qianzi's face sank and said loudly: "What are you knocking? Don't you know if I need to be quiet during massage?"

The knock on the door stopped, but less than three seconds later, it started knocking again.

It seems that there is something important, otherwise I wouldn't be yelled at me and I'm not sensible. Meng Qianzi winked at Meng Jinsong: "You go out and have a look."

***

Meng Jinsong has been there for a long time, and Meng Qianzi is a little puzzled.

For ordinary things, it’s okay to bite a few words of ears, why do you nag for so long?

She was a little unintentionally massaged and threw the hookah aside.

After a while, Meng Jinsong came in and waved to the masseur first: "You go out first."

Oh, it’s really a problem, Meng Qianzi’s heart skipped a beat.

Meng Jinsong watched the masseur leave and reached out to close the door: "The three surnames of Water Ghost are here."

Meng Qianzi said "Huh" and sat up unconsciously, covering her clothes with the flow, so that Meng Jinsong would not say that she was undescending again: "The three surnames of water ghosts do not meet each other in the mountains and rivers, and we have not interacted with them for many years."

Meng Jinsong nodded: "That's right, but it's not like that, when there are important things, will the mountains and rivers meet?"

Meng Qianzi teased the straps on the loose robe with her slender fingers: "Who is here?"

Meng Jinsong obviously had done his homework outside and answered quickly: "They are all water ghosts, the oldest one, Jiang Taiyue, and he also brought one, saying that he was the successor, named Ding Yudie."

Meng Qianzi paused: "This lineup is so big. Do you know why it happened?"

Meng Jinsong shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't contacted each other for many years, I only vaguely heard that in the past or two years, there have been many funerals in the three surnames."

The word "no" has accents added.

When I heard the string song, I knew the meaning of elegance. Meng Qianzi nodded, stood up with a smile, and flipped a beautiful buckle between the belt: "That's a meeting. It seems that there is something wrong, otherwise I wouldn't have been asked to go to our mountain ghost gate."

She raised her foot and walked out, took a few steps and then retreated, putting a bracelet with a golden jade bead on the pillow, and a bracelet with Lao Nan red beads on the gold chain to her wrist.

Said: "I wear more expensive jewelry, which shows that I attach great importance to this meeting."

Meng Jinsong glanced at her wrinkled linen and slippers on her feet, and wanted to say something, but she could endure it.

***

In the reception room, Jiang Taiyue sat on the sofa, leaning on her hands with crutches, her eyes closed without saying a word.

Ding Yudie turned the crystal cup used to treat guests in her hand: "Grandma Jiang, you have never mentioned any mountain ghost before."

Jiang Taiyue didn't open her eyes: "There are thousands of households in the forest, and four or five mountain ghosts. But one is on the ground and the other is under the water. The mountains and rivers do not meet each other, and there are few contacts, and the relationship is also... general."

Some say that mountain ghosts look down on water ghosts, and some say that water ghosts look down on mountain ghosts.

Ding Yudie nodded: "We call it Shui Grape, what are their names?"

"pangolin."

Grandma Jiang is so proud of her words, she doesn’t want to take away, and she doesn’t ask or answer.

Ding Yudie looked around at the arrangement: "The mountain ghost... seems to be too poor."

Jiang Taiyue almost laughed angry: "How could you think of using the word 'poor' to describe them? I ask you, what's in the mountains?"

"……Wolf?"

Jiang Taiyue was not angry: "No wonder Sasa kept saying that you were a moth's head, there was a mine in the mountains, do you understand?"

Damn, there is a mine! The existence of a coal boss is really rich!

"Then their mountain ghosts also have a meeting of the affairs, what about the center?"

Jiang Taiyue opened her eyes and paused for a while before shook her head: "They are different from us, and I can't say it clearly. In theory, water is tender and masculine, but those who can be mountain ghosts are all women, and among the mountain ghosts, there must be one of the strongest abilities."

"In ancient times, those who occupied the mountains would choose a mountain king, so the first seat among the mountain ghosts was called the mountain ghost throne."

"I heard that two years ago, the newcomer took office. Now the person who is on the throne of the Mountain Ghost is named Meng Qianzi."
Chapter completed!