A story of fear

The sound of spring thunder woke the sleeping white tiger on the mountain. It bends back and forth, stretches the two channels of Ren Du, swings from side to side, and moves the liver and gallbladder meridians. After the activity, it felt that there was nothing in its stomach, so it went straight to the village at the foot of the mountain to prepare to go into the village for food. Suddenly, I saw many white tigers with fangs in the village talking to the villagers. Although I can't hear clearly what it is, I can see the villagers nodding to the white tiger frequently. The white tiger is terrible. It seems that villagers can't be provoked. If they are provoked, the white tiger in the village will eat me. Look carefully, every white tiger's mouth is stained with blood, and his chin is still dripping blood. I wonder to myself: if I go out now, I will be laughed at by these stuffed tigers. People are full of blood, and I am still hungry here. It's really a great shame. I can't afford to lose this "tiger" Then I turned back to the mountain and went back to sleep, no more. When people saw the white tiger go down the mountain, they were very scared. They dare not talk nonsense, nor dare they talk nonsense, so as not to anger the tiger and suffer the consequences. After the tiger left, the villagers met each other like guests, with little right and wrong, and their lives were happy. The custom of offering sacrifices to white tigers began to spread on the day of fright.

The thunderbolt in spring also woke up a nest of snakes and rats, because snakes and rats are a family. The snake told the mouse that the fragrance came from the outside. You and I are separated. You take your people to Henan to go in and out of the cave, and I will take my entourage to Shandong to go in and out of the rafters. what do you think? The mouse said: I think this will do. Immediately, the two forces followed their respective leaders and marched separately. This snake is very fast and arrived in Shandong this morning. The smell of pancakes has been sucked into the snake's stomach. The head snake couldn't bear it, so he stuck his head out of the rafters to find out. I saw black smoke rising, hitting my nose and mouth, entering my lungs and shouting: My life is over. That is, he died of lung explosion and was cut to the ground. His remnants were frightened when they saw this scene, and then went down to the beam and the cave to escape, afraid to offend again. Another group of mice went straight into the cave and pushed towards Henan. A few days after arrival, the rat head gently pushed open the eluvial soil at the mouth of the cave, ready to explore. Unexpectedly, a flat thing lay across his head, facing the center of Xiang Ying Cave, and was beaten back into the cave, lying dead on the ground. The two leaders were furious and shouted "revenge", that is, they rushed to see it, exactly the same, and they were also taken back. Fortunately, it missed the point. Immediately led the troops to Shaanxi, and when they arrived in Shaanxi, they heard something on the ground. The rat team was terrible. Because of the previous losses, neither of the two leaders dared to take it lightly. After careful analysis, he came to the final decision of the mouse Committee: Shaanxi is more fascinated and knows the arrival of the mouse team. Not only is it ready, but the machine gun is still firing and there is plenty of ammunition. So I decided to let the rats go back to their original place. Since then, whenever people are shocked, the custom of spreading pancakes, frying beans and beating villains has spread.