Master Maoshan

The places for burials here are not very concentrated, and Mr. Wu Da chooses a good acupuncture point for astrology to bury. Zikeng, Xiaowangpo two miles to the north of the village and Longgou five miles to the southeast of the village, Longgou is a little far away, but it is not accessible to ordinary people, because I heard from the old people that there is a small dragon vein there, no matter what Believe it or not, digging down three to four meters with a shovel along the foot of the mountain can dig out a black soil layer that is completely different from the rest of the soil, and it twists and turns around a small hill in the shape of a dragon.

Lying on the haystack in the corner of the ruined temple, I held the back of my head and looked up at the setting sun that was gradually slanting to the west. It has been a whole day today, and I have not left this haystack. I feel inexplicably sad. Although I just finished the New Year, I am not happy because the old man Zhou in the village died. The old man Zhou is the father of the village chief Zhou Dagen. In the village, I am honored as Uncle Tuesday. Thanks to Uncle Tuesday, I have not died of hunger again and again. In my heart, the Zhou family are kind-hearted people, and they are also relatives in my heart. The whole village No one regards me as a human being, only Uncle Zhou doesn't dislike me as a hapless ghost, and often asks me to go to their house for dinner, and Mrs. Zhou also takes great care of me. . .

Today is the day that Mrs. Zhou was buried. I feel very lost, like losing a close person, or maybe because I am afraid that there will be fewer and fewer people to rely on in the future. . .

"It's time... the seventh day of the lunar new year. You have been favored by the Zhou family for so many years. Are you going to send Mrs. Zhou off?" At the entrance of the ruined temple, Mr. Wu Da in a blue gown looked at him with a mocking expression. I smiled.

After Mr. Wu Da said such inexplicable words, a sentimental emotion suddenly appeared in my mind. I didn't look at Mr. Wu Da again, licked the lips of Interfering, bowed my head and said, "I want to press the grave for Mrs. Zhou!"

"..."

After a long time, I slowly raised my head, only to see that Mr. Wu Da entered the room at some time, hey!What an emotionless guy, what I said is the only thing in my heart right now, I just want to use my own actions to repay the kindness of Mrs. Zhou, it’s fine if you don’t understand the stinky fortune teller, and put on a look of indifference I got up and stood up, and just about to enter the inner room to count and tell fortunes, but who knew that just as I stepped into the threshold of the inner room, a small package made of tattered yellow cloth was lifted out by one hand. Then came the abrupt voice of the fortune teller from the inner room: "At any rate, we are also people under the same roof. It can be regarded as a subsidy for you. Six corn buns and half buns, that's all!"

I swallowed sharply, and even swallowed some of the words I complained about the fortune-telling just now. I smiled and took the package with both hands. As soon as I leave, I hope I can pick up some work in these three days..."

Hey!I gritted my teeth and blasted silently at the wall of the inner room. The stinking fortune teller was expecting me to leave the ruined temple. I turned around and strode out of the temple gate, heading straight for Longgou—— —

The afterglow of the sunset is still lingering in the sky, but the sky in the mountains is already pitch black. The crescent crescent like a willow eyebrow hangs in the eastern sky, the moon is cold and the stars are few, but the sky is so clear that the path can be vaguely seen. Walking on the five-mile mountain road It takes about half an hour. I am used to walking at night, because I often take on the work of pressing graves, sleeping in cemeteries, and guarding Yizhuang, so I am brave enough to practice.

Even in Pozikeng, three miles to the east of the village, I go to press the grave every time. In fact, not every family can do the job of pressing the grave. At least people with a certain financial foundation can hire someone to press the grave. It's too bad luck. I heard from the old people that if you can't press the grave for three days, you will be unlucky for three years, and there will be troubles in the master's private house. I don't know what the troubles are. I only know that I haven't encountered them yet. What's up.

Uncle Zhou's family still has some savings. It is said that the old man Zhou was the accountant of a wealthy family in the late Qing Dynasty.

I came here voluntarily to press the grave of Mrs. Zhou, just to repay him for his kindness over the years. This is the only way. I will have some courage to go to Zhou's house for dinner in the future.

Ordinarily, Uncle Zhou’s family is not bad, and the graveyard of Mrs. Zhou is Longgou, so the butcher and horseman should rush to take over this job. If it’s done well, a silver dollar or something will be a lot of money. Who cares, I Not for anything else, just do what should be done, even if he goes, it doesn't matter, he presses his grave, I guard my yin.

The air in the mountains is very cool, especially in the ravines with lush vegetation, a trace of shady mountain wind sweeps back and forth, and the mountain road in front becomes darker and darker, giving people an extremely gloomy and cold feeling. . .

"Snapped!"

For some reason, I shook off the slender hemp whip around my waist and made a loud explosion sound in the air. There is a saying in the mountains called "ghosts scare the whip". Scary ghost, this hemp whip was woven for me by Mr. Wu Da. He said it had nine links. The tail of the whip drank the blood of a black dog. Those who often walk on mountain roads at night would keep it on their bodies. Yin You has borrowed the truth, I haven't used this whip for a long time, and somehow I flicked it loudly today, maybe I was a little panicked by these unusually cool breaths.

Drill out of an old mountain forest and go down to the opposite hillside. Longgou is not far in front. I took a shortcut here. If they carried Mrs. Zhou during the burial during the day, they must walk around the road around the mountain. It takes more than half an hour.

The so-called crushing of graves is not the suppression of suppression, but another meaning of "guarding". If there are really a large group of lonely and wild ghosts disturbing them, strangers will not be able to see them. How can they suppress them?So there is also a meaning of "respect" in it. Pressing the grave means guarding at the gate of the yin house, inserting a stick of incense three feet in front of you, and sprinkle a small piece of whole grains around the incense, which is called welcoming the earth. Yin house, in short, I am proficient in this kind of work, so I don't care what it means, and I don't worry about it, because I still don't believe in ghosts and ghosts, after all, I have never seen them.

On the mountainside of Longgou in front, small pieces of silvery-white paper money are reflected under the thin moonlight. In the center of the paper money is a newly added grave mound. The land has been repaired very flat. The tall stone monument, such a new tomb, and such a magnificent cemetery, I saw that it was the land of Mrs. Zhou, because the ancestral house of the Zhou family was next to it.

"Crack... croak... croak..."

A high and low cry of a crow came slowly from the hilltop not far away. Facing the continuous whirling of the cold mountain wind, I grinned in the direction of the call, that is to say, it can get along with me at night like this. Be a companion to me in such a situation, and sometimes I wonder if I am so unlucky because I was reincarnated from a crow in my previous life. With a slight smile, I solemnly knelt down in front of the old man Zhou's stone tablet and kowtowed, and then said: "Old man , Chu Qi came to press your grave, you can rest in peace!"

After finishing such clichés, I got up and looked at the inscription carefully. The big characters in the middle were very eye-catching: "Zhou Shi xx's x", there are a few words that I don't know. One word, now I can barely write my name, and there is a line of small characters on the left, so I smack my lips even more, scratching the back of my head, I stood up bored, looked around, hey!Why didn't you see the groom coming?This is a bit strange.

The person who presses the grave will arrive at the next hour, and I'm afraid it's too late now. Could it be that Uncle Zhou didn't invite him at all?Maybe you know I'm coming?Hey!Uncle Tuesday knew me well, I thought beautifully, and then followed the direction of the stele to find the entrance of the yin house, took out a stick of incense from my arms, lit it, inserted it into the ground, and then sprinkled a handful of grains around the incense burner, So, I get a clean stone and sit down.

As soon as I sit down, I will take a nap. If I do too much work like this, I will get an occupational disease, and I will feel sleepy when I touch it. But this time is different. Since I am pressing the grave for Mrs. Zhou, I must at least be more energetic in the first few hours. It was twelve o'clock to make sure there was no problem before I could sleep, but. . .But my upper eyelids were unbearably dead, and my sleepiness was constantly impacting my brain. Just as I was wandering, suddenly!There was a slight friction sound behind him, to be precise, it should be the sound of slight footsteps!

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