The burial areas here are not very concentrated, so Mr. Wu will pick a good acupoint for astrology and bury it. However, over time, there are only a few areas in our area that mainly choose yin houses, such as Pozikeng three miles east of the village, Xiaowangpo two miles north of the village, and Longgou five miles southeast of the village. Longgou are a bit far away, but it is not something that ordinary people can go there, because the old people said that there is a small dragon vein there. Whether you believe it or not, you can dig three or four meters down the foot of the mountain with a shovel to dig down to the other soil, and it will be winding and twisted around a small hill in the shape of a dragon.

Lying on the haystack in a corner of the dilapidated temple, I held my back and looked up at the setting sun that was gradually setting. Today, I have not left this haystack. I recalled the things I encountered since I was a child. I felt a little sad in my mind. Although I just finished the New Year, I couldn't be happy because the old man Zhou in the village died. Mr. Zhou is the father of the village chief Zhou Dagen. This year, he is 70 years old. Zhou Dagen is respected as Uncle Zhou Er in the village. Thanks to Uncle Zhou Er in recent years, I have not died in hunger again and again. The Zhou family is a kind-hearted person in my heart and is also a relative in my heart. No one in the village treats me as a human being. Only Uncle Zhou Er does not despise me as an unlucky person and often asks me to have a meal at their house. Old Master Zhou is also very caring for me...

Today is the day when Mr. Zhou is buried. I feel very disappointed. It is like losing someone close to me. Maybe it is because I am afraid that fewer and fewer people will rely on in the future...

"It's the hour of You... On the seventh day of the lunar month, you kid have received the favors of the Zhou family for so many years. Are you going to see me off when you go to the field?" At the entrance of the dilapidated temple, Mr. Wu, wearing a long green gown, looked at me with a teasing look on his face and said with a smile.

After being told by Mr. Wu inexplicably, a sentimental feeling suddenly emerged in my mind. I did not look at Mr. Wu again, licked the interfering lips, lowered my head and said, "I want to press the grave for Mr. Zhou!"

“…”

After a long time, I slowly raised my head, but I saw Mr. Wu entering the house at some point. Hey! What I said is the only thing I think in my heart at the moment. I just want to use my own actions to repay Mr. Zhou’s kindness. It’s okay if the fortune teller doesn’t understand. I even acted like he was ignorant. I stood up and stood up. I was about to enter the inner room and scolded the fortune teller. Who knew that I had just stepped into the threshold of the inner room. A small package made of broken yellow cloth was picked up by one hand. Then the sudden voice of fortune teller came from the inner room: "After all, we are people under the roof, which is considered to be a fund for you. There are six steamed buns and half steamed buns, that’s all!"

I swallowed suddenly, and even some of the things I had complained about fortune telling just now. I smiled and took the package with both hands. Before I could express my gratitude, I heard another crazy saying of fortune telling: "A bad guy left, I hope I can take some work in these three days..."

Hey! I gritted my teeth and silently bombarded the walls of the inner room. The bad fortune teller was looking forward to me leaving the ruined temple. I suddenly turned around and strode out of the temple gate, and rushed straight to Longgou-

The afterglow of the sunset is still in the sky, but the sky in the mountains is already dark, with crescent moons like willow eyebrows hanging on the east horizon, and the moon is cold and the stars are sparse. However, the sky can still be seen clearly. It takes about half an hour to walk on the five-mile mountain road. I am used to walking at night because I often take on the work of cemeteries, sleeping in the cemetery, and guarding the charity village, so I have the courage to practice enough.

Even the mother-in-law trap three miles east of the village, I always go to crush the grave. In fact, not every family can do the work of crushing the grave. At least people with a certain economic foundation can hire someone to crush the grave. After all, this work is too unlucky. I heard from the old people that if you can't suppress the grave for three days, you will be unlucky for three years, and the main house will also have chaos. I don't know what the specific chaos is. I only know what I have not encountered yet.

Uncle Zhou Er's family is quite savings. It is said that Mr. Zhou was the accountant of a wealthy family in the late Qing Dynasty. He had some family backgrounds. He hid it tightly when fighting the Japanese, which led to his current abundant family background.

I came here to voluntarily press the grave for Mr. Zhou, just to repay his kindness for Zhou Ji for many years. This is the only way, I will have some courage to go to the Zhou family to have a meal in the future.

Uncle Zhou Er’s family is pretty good, and the old man Zhou’s cemetery is also in Longgou. The butcher Mafu should rush to take on this job. If he gets it, he will reward a silver dollar or something. It’s a big deal. What if he doesn’t care about him, I don’t do anything else, I just do what he should do. Even if he goes there, it doesn’t matter. He suppresses his grave and I guard my underworld.

The air in the mountains is very cool, especially when it comes to the strong grass and trees, a trace of cool mountain wind swept over, and the mountain road ahead also becomes darker, giving people an extremely gloomy and cold feeling...

"Bang!"

Somehow, I shook off the slender whip on my waist and made a loud sound in the air. There is a saying in the mountains called "Ghost Scar Whip". In fact, this sentence is said the opposite, it is a whip to scare ghosts. This whip was woven by Mr. Wu. It is said that there are nine links. The tail of the whip drank black dog blood. People who often walk on the mountain road at night will be prepared on their bodies. If you hit it with a whip, it will be considered a borrowed road. I haven't used this whip for a long time. Today, I have somehow thrown it loudly. Maybe I'm a little panicked by these unusually cool breaths.

I came out of an old forest and went to the opposite hillside. Longgou was not far ahead. I took a shortcut here. If they were buried during the day, they would have to walk around the ramp road, which would take at least half an hour.

The so-called grave suppression is not a suppression, but another meaning of "guarding". If there is really a large group of lonely ghosts to disturb you, strangers will not see it. How to suppress it? So there is also a meaning of "respect". Tomb suppression means guarding at the door of the mortal house, inserting a stick of incense three feet away from the front, and sprinkling a small piece of grains around the incense. This is called "welcoming the earth and purifying the mortal house. In short, I am proficient in such a work, so I don't care what it means, and I don't care about it, because I don't believe in ghosts and ghosts when I say it, after all, I have never seen it.

On the hillside of Longgou in front, there are small silver-white paper money under the thin moonlight. The center of the paper money is a newly added grave. This land has been repaired very flat. There is a large stone tablet more than one person tall in front of the grave. Such a new tomb and such a grand cemetery, I can see that it is the land of Old Master Zhou, because behind it is closely connected is the ancestral home of the Zhou family.

"Qua...qua...qu..."

A high and low crow crow cries slowly came from the hill not far away. Faced with the cold mountain wind, I grinned in the direction of the crow, that is, it could be a companion for me on such nights and under such circumstances. Sometimes I also doubt whether I was so unlucky, it was a crow reincarnated in my previous life. With a slight smile, I knelt solemnly in front of the stone tablet of Mr. Zhou and kowtowed, and then said: "Old Master, I am here to hold your grave for you on the seventh day of the lunar month. Please rest in peace!"

After saying such clichés, I stood up and looked at the inscription carefully. The big words in the middle were very eye-catching, "Zhou's XX position", and I didn't recognize a few words. When I was a child, I secretly learned a few words outside a private school. Now I can barely write my name well. There is a line of small words on the left, and I smacked my lips even more. I grabbed the back of my head. I stood up boredly and looked around. Hey! Why didn't I see the Mama come? This is a bit strange.

The person who pressed the grave was about to arrive at the hour of the hour. I am afraid that the time will pass. Did Uncle Zhou Er not invite him at all? Maybe he knows that I am coming? Hey! Uncle Zhou Er understands my character. I thought beautifully, and then as the stone tablet approaches, I find the location of the gate of the cemetery, take out a scent from my arms, insert it into the ground, and then sprinkle a handful of miscellaneous grains around the incense. In this way, I made a clean stone and sat down.
Chapter completed!