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As night falls, the sky above Xishan Village is gradually covered with mist. It started to become gloomy all around. Only a small house outside the bamboo forest was shining with orange vegetable oil lights.
This house is not connected to the village, but separated by a distance of five or six hundred meters. The whole house was nailed with wooden boards. It seemed to be in disrepair for a long time. On the dilapidated roof, a few ray of moonlight was leaking out. Counting me in the house, there were nine people sitting around.
It’s just that the lights are blurred in the moonlight, and everyone’s appearance becomes very hazy. Only the smoke that came out of Uncle Liu’s mouth could be clearly seen.
From the fields came the sounds of owls, frogs and crickets. Originally in the outskirts of June, I could hear their sounds from time to time, but tonight, all these sounds are creepy. Because, in a few hours, everyone in this room will have to do something very unusual.
What is so unusual?
Dig a grave!
That is to dig the grave where the dead sleep!
The deceased was the old lady Chen who died in this village twenty years ago.
Originally, after she died, she was already in the land for peace. Why should she bother her twenty years after her death?
It turns out that just a few months ago, Mrs. Chen’s only son suddenly dreamed of Mrs. Chen one night. In the dream, Mrs. Chen told him that she lived in a small, humid and empty room all year round, and lived dark and cold days.
After hitting that, Mrs. Chen’s son had trouble sleeping and eating. From time to time, he would see an old lady walking in the darkness between half awake and half dream. Then, another gust of wind disappeared. After tossing like this for several months, he thought this matter must be strange.
Can it be said that the old woman who appeared in his state of confusion was the ghost of his mother who came to ask for a dream?
So, he did not do anything less about asking God to worship Buddha and inviting witches and gods. But what? He did everything he had to do, and the problem remained unresolved. Mrs. Chen’s son pondered over and over again, could it be said that the feng shui of the burial was not good, so he should choose another place for Mrs. Chen to rest?
Feng Shui has been popular in our country for thousands of years. As a traditional folk culture, it is highly respected from emperors to ordinary people. He invited Master Liu from the next town dozens of miles away. Master Liu is already a 62-year-old man, but his body is still very strong, and his eyes are piercing. Even in this dark room, he can see the light in his eyes.
According to the villagers, Master Liu is the most famous Feng Shui in their area. But his real main business does not rely on Feng Shui. He is an experienced enchanter who has dealt with the dead many times.
To put it simply, the enchanter is the makeup artist of the dead. Usually the corpse must be sorted out and put in the coffin. The villagers said that the reason why Master Liu was invited is not only because of his rich experience, but more importantly because he has hosted many funeral ceremonies throughout his life. The yang and evil spirits on his body are very heavy. With him, ordinary ghosts don’t dare to behave randomly, and they can guarantee that there will be no accidents when doing things.
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The seven villagers in the house, their amateur occupations are also extraordinary. They are just outside this village. Whenever someone dies, they will definitely be invited to carry the coffin to the ground for burial.
But to dig a person’s grave, the people in this house, but no one has done it.
After a long while, Master Liu said: “Actually, digging is almost the same as burying. The difference is that after twenty years, the dead have long become a pile of bones.”
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One person said: “I’m afraid that Mrs. Chen will be unhappy.”
Master Liu said: “As long as you don’t do anything wrong, ghosts and gods will naturally not come. I’m looking for you.”
But everyone still didn’t say much, so the night passed.
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The color is approaching, Master Liu went to the grass outside the house early in the morning and planted three sticks of incense. Then, he sang a few unknown folk songs one after another in a tone close to chanting. His magnificent voice echoed in the field, arousing the whispers of birds in the distant mountains. This kind of human and natural sounds blend together, and if you change to normal, you must have a dreamlike feeling. However, by now, I still have no sleep at all. I didn’t just sit in this dry meditation all night, but the curiosity and excitement in my heart accompanied me all night, and the mosquitoes here.
I have long heard that haunted things often happen in some remote places, but I haven’t seen it with my own eyes. Of course, this time I didn’t just follow them to see the dead because of curiosity. There are two main reasons. One is that I happened to travel through this place, and the other is that I heard Zen Master Qianye from Xianxia Temple in the next town said that this place is also called “corpse retreat”, which means that people go to the soil for burial after death. The body will not rot after a long time. Even some corpses, after a few years underground, their hair naturally grows, and their teeth and nails also grow naturally.
This phenomenon is considered to be a kind of “corpse transformation” in this place.
It is said that the soul of the dead is Stay in the mountains for a long timeThe mound became a helpless wild ghost guarding the corpse.
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I walked outside the house and saw Master Liu worshipping like a god, walking towards the mountain opposite him, singing and worshiping.
I didn’t bother him, I just breathed the morning air. Affected by this local legend,
The scenery here is quiet and exquisite, and the surrounding vegetation is also verdant, with dewdrops hanging, as if there is no dust at all. For a long time, the eastern sky faintly showed a few Zhu Xia dazzling lights, as light as stars. Those clouds and mists in front of them seem to be closer than in front of them. They obscured most of the mountain peaks. The clouds are in the fog, and the fog is psychedelic between the sky and the earth. The sky and the earth are vast, and the sky is gray, like the tranquility between life and death. Suddenly, the mind seemed to travel to the world where the gods died ten thousand years ago.
When I recovered, Master Liu’s singing had stopped.
He told me that the song just now was called “Song of God” www.guidaye.com
To become a professional enchanter in this place, You must first learn to sing this kind of song. Before the funeral reforms in the past, as long as there were people who died, they would be buried in the mountain in front of them without exception. There is also a saying in the local area that people who live here should be in awe every time before entering that mountain. Because many ancestors lived there. Those who respect the ancestors will surely be blessed by the ancestors.
The song of worship is the song that is sung before the enchanter, to disturb the undead. In this way, I hope to get forgiveness from the souls of our ancestors.
At eight o’clock in the morning, we had breakfast, and a group of people took their tools and set off toward the depths of the mountain. I noticed that Master Liu and a few villagers also carried a small bucket of oil in their hands.
I only knew that it was gasoline, but why did I bring gasoline? I didn’t ask. Maybe it’s to burn the weeds that were removed?
At this time, the morning color is gone, the morning fog is fading, and the remaining mist is dyed golden by the sunlight. I don’t know if it is a psychological effect. I think this color is a bit similar to the color of gold foil paper burned to the dead.
Each of the villagers wears a piece of gossip seal pie carved from peach wood around their necks. It is said that peach wood can ward off evil spirits. Master Liu gave me the piece he wore.
The mountain is very high and deep, and Old Lady Chen’s tomb is farther away. Master Liu said that when Mrs. Chen died, her family had no money to bury her. The villagers helped her to bury her. Of course, there is no money, so please ask Mr. Feng Shui.
We walk along a mountain road full of thorns and weeds, Go deeper and deeper. It wasn’t until about 1:20 in the afternoon that she reached the grave of Old Lady Chen.
The tomb was made of bricks, and it was covered with moss. As usual, Mrs. Chen’s son did not participate. Because in the local area, if his own son participates in digging a grave, he is considered unfilial. He can only show up when the new grave is selected and buried again.
First, Master Liu lit a lot of incense, then turned the smoking end toward the tomb, drew a symbol in the air, and then moved the soil.
Just when all the villagers were digging halfway, the sky was overcast. We don’t even know where these dark clouds come from. I was thinking that we were walking on a mountain road, and the mountains were luxuriant trees, blocking the view, and it is normal not to notice the changes in the weather. But Master Liu said: “When the ground broke, the weather suddenly turned cloudy, I’m afraid something unlucky.”
Everyone’s heart sinks as soon as this sentence is said. At this moment, we all heard a scream.