In the ancient village, there is a dilapidated ancestral hall, and legend has it that every time the moon is full, a strange sound will come from the ancestral hall. The villagers said that it was a ghost blowing out the lantern, so no one dared to approach it.
One day, Xiao Li, a young man in the village, decided to go to the ancestral hall on the night of the full moon because of curiosity. That night, he brought an oil lamp and a dagger to the ancestral hall.
After Xiao Li entered the ancestral hall, he heard a strange sound, as if it was a deep conversation. He followed the sound and found that it was coming from the basement of the ancestral hall. He plucked up his courage and slowly descended to the basement.
The basement was full of dusty objects, and Xiao Li found a worn-out table in a corner with an old oil lamp on it. Next to the oil lamp is a yellowed diary.
Xiao Li picked up the diary and flipped through it, and found that this was once a place where Taoist monks practiced. This Taoist priest is named Zhang Zhenren, and he had been practicing here for decades, but eventually disappeared mysteriously. The diary records the process and experience of his cultivation, and also mentions that he once tried to communicate with the ghosts, but ultimately failed.
Xiao Li was watching intently, and suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and the flame of the oil lamp shook violently. When he looked up, he saw that the dust in the basement had suddenly flown up, forming a huge whirlpool.
Xiao Li was shocked and wanted to escape, but found that he couldn't move. At this time, a black shadow appeared in the center of the whirlpool, and the black shadow gradually grew larger, turning into a figure in a Taoist robe. Xiao Li took a closer look and found that this figure was Zhang Zhenren!
Zhang Zhenren slowly walked towards Xiao Li, who only felt as if his soul had been sucked away, getting weaker and weaker. Zhang Zhenren's voice sounded in his ears: "Young man, it's not a good thing to be too curious." ”
Xiao Li wanted to shout in horror, but it was too late. Zhang Zhenren's hand waved slightly, and Xiao Li's body flew out of the basement like a kite with a broken string......
Since then, no one in the village has dared to mention the matter of the ghost blowing out the lantern on a moonlit night. And Xiao Li's body never appeared again, as if he was taken away by Zhang Zhenren's soul.