Meng Dawei was finally held down by the crowd. Although the mummy was lying on the ground, people were not that scared. It was no joke to pick up the corpse. People here knew that this zombie was extremely powerful and could not be beaten to death. It would be burned.

It has to use special fire with added talismans, how can it be made to raise its corpse?

So Meng Dawei was held down severely by more than a dozen hands. Meng Dawei was a filial son and was known throughout the village as a filial son. Everyone understood and sympathized with his behavior, but it was absolutely unacceptable.

The corpse was exposed to the sun for two hours. This was a rule and it must be exposed for two hours. At this time, Meng Dawei was surrounded by a group of people trying to persuade him, but he still glanced at the corpse from time to time and shed a few tears.

I was impulsive just now, but the person who was dragged out of the coffin alive was my own father.

Things could no longer be reversed. Meng Dawei sighed, thinking that his father would never enter the six realms of reincarnation, and he felt sad in his heart.

For two hours, under the fierce midday sun, all the men in the village persisted. In addition to sunshine, this matter also needed Yang Qi to suppress it. No one dared to be careless. As we watched, the time was almost up.

Taoist Yuan wore a Taoist robe and held a bundle of dry mugwort. He solemnly walked to the stacked firewood, sprinkled the mugwort evenly around him, and then shouted: "Drag the body over here."

After hearing this, people immediately dragged the body over and placed it on the pile of firewood. Taoist Yuan recited another incantation of unknown origin before shouting: "Light the fire."

When the torch met the dry firewood, it immediately burst into flames. Taoist Yuan looked at the strong fire and felt a touch of pride in his heart. He had finally dealt with a white tiger in his hands, which was worthy of his career.

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As for Meng Dawei, the moment he saw the fire burning, he ignored the crowd's obstruction and burst out of the crowd, knelt down in the direction of the fire, and then shouted: "Old man, you are not lucky.

It’s time to worship your son, and your son will be here today to kowtow to you for the rest of his life."

Seeing this scene, the people in the village were very sad. There is a saying here that if you are a pig or a dog in the next life, you should not become a zombie! Sure enough, this is a tragedy!

But soon, people were attracted by another strange scene, that is, the thick black smoke caused by burning the corpse was very condensed and did not disperse at all.

Taoist Yuan explained to everyone: "This is a unique thing about burning black and white evils. You don't need to worry."

The raging fire, the black smoke rising into the sky, Meng Dawei kowtowing crazily, Gao Yan crying softly, Gao Bin in a daze, the solemn Taoist Yuan, and every villager with an inexplicable awe in his eyes.

This scene was frozen in this way, and no matter how time passed, it was engraved in people's hearts.

More than ten years later, in 2012, corpses were still burned from time to time in this land, but the frequency was much lower than before. After all, the promotion of cremation has slowly made ancient

The burial tradition was gradually submerged in the dust of history, and even rural areas slowly began to change.

At this time, Gao Bin was already a small contractor and had established himself in the city. One time, when his son was watching TV, he was entranced. Gao Bin was curious and asked his son: "Boy, what are you watching?"

"It's about zombies." The boy said without looking back.

Gao Bin suddenly remembered something, his face darkened, and he shouted: "You are already a senior in high school, and you still have to watch TV and do your homework. Zombies are not a good thing."

"Dad, I'm learning scientific knowledge! Don't be so superstitious, okay? There are no zombies at all. That's because ancient people were ignorant. When they saw their teeth, fingernails, etc., they thought they were zombies.

In fact, this is not the case. It is because of muscle atrophy, exposing the roots of teeth and fingernails, which caused this misunderstanding. Look, isn’t that what the TV is talking about?"

Gao Bin pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered the corpse. Are the sharp nails and teeth really due to muscle atrophy? With muscle atrophy, nails can grow to almost three inches long? What about the teeth? More than two inches long.

The fangs, even if the muscles don't atrophy, can't cover a person's mouth? And where are the fangs that have only atrophied?

Gao Bin was confused and naturally stared at the TV. At this moment, the TV was talking about the reason why scratches sometimes appear on the coffin board because of some kind of disease, people fake death, being buried alive, etc.

Maybe the white hairs and black hairs are due to some kind of bacteria. Just like making moldy tofu, won’t tofu also grow white hairs?

Watching the scientists above explaining all this plausibly, Gao Bin was a little silent. What is the truth? Suddenly he felt relieved. He was living a happy life now. Why would he deliberately pursue the truth? If the general trend of the world is to believe in science

, then just believe in science completely. As for the scenes that happened in the village, Gao Bin did not intend to tell his son. A superstitious child was looked down upon in school.

Yes, in addition to a stable life and the healthy growth of your children, what else do you need? This is the most important thing, right? As for those things that have happened in the past that have a strong superstitious color, just let them go with the wind.

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The train was running on the railway, and the clanging sound made people drowsy. In a box with only two people, two people who looked like grandparents were facing each other in silence, and did not choose to be comfortable.

After falling asleep, the atmosphere even felt a bit depressing and sad.

"Grandpa, why did you take me to Sichuan this time? Didn't you say that I'm still young? If you don't pass on some skills to me, will your illness end?" The person who spoke was the one who looked to be only 17 or 8 years old.

A boy with a somewhat immature face, as soon as he opens his mouth, if he is from Xiangxi, you can immediately tell that there is a strong flavor of Xiangxi in his blunt Mandarin.

"Birth, old age, illness and death are all left to fate. I have nothing to hide from you about my illness. If the corpse air enters my body, I'm afraid I won't be able to live for a few more years. If I don't pass on my craftsmanship to you, who will I pass it on to? I only have two things to say to you now.

The requirements are, firstly, to learn the craft well, and secondly, to practice Mandarin well, and then go to live in a big city." The old man's face was calm, and he really took matters of birth, old age, illness and death very lightly.

"Grandpa." The boy's eyes turned red all of a sudden. He thought that grandpa still wanted to conceal it deliberately. Unexpectedly, on the train, grandpa actually confessed to him outright.

After another long silence, the boy raised his head and said: "Grandpa, I've thought about it. I don't want to continue learning these crafts. This craft made grandpa like this. What should I do with it? Now we are also very good at it."

I won't be able to get any more jobs, unless it's in a very remote rural area, and I won't be able to make much money. If you want me to live in a big city, I won't learn any more, and I won't learn any more!"

There was a 'pop' sound, and the old man became excited. The sound was the sound of him banging the table. He shouted excitedly: "Our lineage is about to be lost. I let you learn, not to make a living.

I want you to pass on this skill."

"What you inherit must always be good things! What's the point of passing on useless things like this? I hate this craft and I won't learn it!" the grandson said stubbornly.

Hearing this, the old man raised his palm high, but looking at his grandson's eyes, he finally softened his heart, put it down, sighed, and sat down. At this moment, he looked older.

, a bit more haggard.

When the grandson saw that grandpa had become like this, he became soft-hearted. After all, they are blood relatives. Who can bear to see anyone sad? The grandson took grandpa's hand and said: "Grandpa, I was thinking

Why are you saying angry words about your illness? Don't be angry with me, okay? I want to learn my craft from you seriously."

The old man sighed and said: "In the future, this craft may be really useless. Now it is popular to cremate it. A fire burns away all the troubles and future troubles, but it also burns away some of the memories of our ancestors."

Inheritance. Maybe this is good, hey."

"Grandpa" the boy held the old man's hand with some distress.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly smiled, patted the boy on the shoulder and said: "Maybe, this skill will eventually be lost, but it is still useful now, and I can't influence the affairs of the younger generations. I can only guarantee that I will do it for the rest of my life."

, we must pass it on. Do you know why I say it is still useful?”

"I don't know." The boy shook his head in confusion. How could he know this? Even if I took him to Sichuan this time, he was a little confused. He just thought he had taken over a business. In the past, his grandfather taught him some skills.

, but never took him out on business, which is why he suspected his grandfather's illness.

"It's because when we go to Sichuan this time, we are doing something for the country." The old man smiled proudly.
Chapter completed!