Things were a bit unexpected and strange. Feng Yu had never thought that there was such a place behind Yanshan Mountain. Moving the ancestral tombs was an important matter. To put it bluntly, it was to change the feng shui of the ancestors. It was a big deal.
As the head of the Feng family, dad naturally has to take charge of the overall situation.
Feng Yu could understand that when exchanging land for ancestors, the most important thing was Feng Shui. Running up and down the mountain behind to observe Feng Shui was indispensable.
My father has rich experience in this, but Feng Yu thought to himself, isn’t it just about moving the grave based on the ground? Since the heavy rain washed away the old grave, why not choose another geomantic treasure land with good geomantic omen and move the coffin?
, how come it can still be used for so long?
Feng Yu saw that his father's expression was wrong, so he didn't dare to say anything and quietly stood behind him.
Nantajing is not a big place, and those who can still stay here are basically elderly people. These old people are more talkative. If they live here for a long time, they will inevitably make up some unfounded stories. This is not to rely on the old and sell the old.
It's just a boring way to pass the time in the village. The biggest disadvantage of listening to the old man telling stories is that you have to listen to whatever he tells.
Sitting in the distance were a few old people from the local village, with sallow complexions, thin muscles, and stooped postures. They stared at Feng Yu from a distance and whispered something, which made Feng Yu very uncomfortable.
"Since you're here, just stay and help with some things. You can go burn some incense later," Feng Qing said.
"Dad, what happened here? I heard that you are here to move the grave, why are you like this?" Feng Yu was confused.
"You go and burn incense first. I'll tell you later later."
Feng Qing pointed to the main room behind the stage, indicating that he should burn incense first. This etiquette should not be lost.
Feng Yu was even more confused, and walked over with his scalp stamped. After a rough scan of the people present, there were about twelve or three, and they were all silent, standing in twos and threes. Feng Yu's move undoubtedly became the focus of the audience, attracting attention.
Everyone looked at him.
Feng Yu cursed secretly in his heart, what kind of fucking arrangement is this? His father insisted on letting him go over to have a good time at this time. This girl was too obvious. The second uncle looked at him strangely, as if there was something in his eyes.
There was something to say, but Feng Yu couldn't understand it and walked all the way around the stage to the back.
There was no one in the main hall at the back. Feng Yu felt a lot more relaxed. He saw that the main hall was covered with a large piece of black cloth. Originally, the design of this kind of main hall was open, but this big black cloth became a
The existence of blocked doors and windows looks very strange.
There is a couplet hanging on a wooden plaque on the pillar of the house. The words on it have been scattered, and it is unclear what it originally said. The general idea is that the weather is good and the country is peaceful and the people are safe.
Feng Yu didn't think much, he saw a small incense burner in front of the hall, picked up the incense beside it, bowed three times, put three incense sticks on the incense burner, but something strange happened at this moment.
The incense was not burning on the incense burner. After a few wisps of smoke were smoked, the fiery red incense core suddenly turned black.
Feng Yu's heart tightened. The most taboo thing about burning incense is to put out the incense. This is a very disrespectful behavior. Feng Yu immediately cursed himself in his heart. Damn it, no way. How could it be such a coincidence?
Feng Yu quickly took down the incense and lit it again on the candlestick. Unintentionally, Feng Yu discovered a corridor on the edge of the main room. He didn't know where the road led.
Waiting for the incense to refill
After burning it, Feng Yu saw that the incense burned without any problem, so he put the incense back in.
Feng Yu saw nothing inside through the black cloth, and he suddenly felt puzzled. He glanced at the door next to him. After all, his curiosity was greater than anything else. There was no one else around, so he walked along the corridor.
There is an old thatched house at the end of the corridor, with a big lock hanging on it. The lock is old and it is an old lock. When we get closer, we see two big holes in the window of the old house.
Covered with a layer of yellowed straw paper, Feng Yu looked outside the window.
The light inside the old house is very dark. It is full of piles of dry firewood. The floor is mud. In the middle of the house, there is a large coffin full of dry mud.
The light was dim. The coffin was an old-fashioned big-headed coffin, a large wooden box with one end larger than the other. The coffin was not big, and it was covered with mud. It was basically impossible to see the original pattern on the coffin.
Feng Yu's heartbeat quickened, and thoughts were running through his mind. This was most likely the coffin of his ancestor that had been dug out. Feng Yu remembered the scene when he was a child. At that time, when an old man died in the Feng family, he would leave it in the ancestral hall at home. He remembered that one time it was because of the weather.
It was hot. In order to prevent the corpse from smelling in the coffin, the Taoist priests used special methods to seal the smell. The steps were very cumbersome.
Feng Yu didn't know why this coffin was locked here. Judging from the mud on it, it should have been dug out not long ago. According to ancestral etiquette, family funerals, and the ancestral hall are the places where the dead are kept. Feng Yu understood that if it is done according to the ancestral rules,
, there must be a quarrel at home.
The mud on the coffin is all dry mud, but there is a layer of spider webs on the lock, indicating that the coffin has been parked here for a long time, probably three to five months ago, but what is the reason why the coffin was moved
Has it been left here without being buried? Is there a body in the coffin?
Feng Yu ran through many thoughts in an instant. Things here must not be simple. There must be a story behind this big-headed coffin.
After looking at it for a long time, Feng Yu didn't stop much, and immediately went back the way he came. When he passed by the hall where the incense was burned, Feng Yu found that the half-burned incense had gone out again, which was really unlucky.
Having no other choice, Feng Yu went over and lit the remaining incense again, thinking to himself, "Don't blame me for being unintentional", and then watched the incense burn out little by little. Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise this matter would have happened to the old man.
When my father and second uncle saw it, they would definitely curse each other.
Going back from the back, the eyes of those people were still very strange. Feng Yu walked up to his father, and Feng Qing stared at Feng Yu calmly.
"Dad, what are you looking at? What are these people doing here?"
"Look at you."
"Look, look at me? Look at what I'm doing?" Feng Yu was a little frightened.
Feng Qing asked in a cold voice: "Has the incense on your kid's face been put out?"
Feng Yu was startled, thinking that no one had seen it just now. How did he know about it?
"It's really not my fault."
"It's not your fault."
Feng Yu hurriedly said: "Yes, the incense burned strangely. It burned out on its own after half-burning. But don't worry, dad, although this is a bit bad, I still burned the incense. The ancestors should understand and understand the younger generation."
not easy."
Feng Qing didn't say anything, but asked instead: "You said you finished burning the incense?" Feng Qing's voice was loud, as if he was speaking to the people present.
Listen.
Feng Yu nodded. At this time, an old man with a foreign surname from the Feng family came over. Feng Yu couldn't tell him his name. He didn't know who his uncle was. The old man said, "God's will, the ancestors of the Feng family asked you to come by name."
Feng Yu didn't know, so Feng Qing explained: "We have all tried it. Only those who can offer incense to the ancestors and accept the consent of the ancestors can move the coffin. No one here can do it, only you."
Feng Yu thought to himself, what is this thing called? Is it the coffin in the old house at the back? Is this the one who insisted on waiting for him to come?
Feng Yu didn't know whether to be happy or worried, he had finally caught up with the idea.
Soon, it was evening, and most of the people in the village gathered here. There was a yard next door, specially used for cooking. When it was time to eat, the entire Nantajing Village came. People in this place seemed to
There's nothing to do.
After dinner, everyone dispersed. Feng Yu followed his father and several elders of the Feng family to eat in a room. Because there was no electric light, it was so dark that people had nothing to do. Two white ones were hung in front of the gate in front of the ancestral hall.
Lantern, this feels like going back to the past, when Feng Yu followed his father to attend the funeral. When he was a child, he didn't know so much, but he always had an indescribable feeling about the coffin and the people in the hall full of crying.
And this feeling now is exactly the same as then.
After everyone dispersed, there was an old man who claimed to be Feng Yu's third grandpa. He must be over eighty years old. Feng Yu couldn't tell what kind of relationship he had, but he was his elder anyway.
The third grandpa is a lover of wine. He drank two cups during the meal and felt a little drunk. When Feng Yu saw his father and the others went to the back, he didn’t say what he was doing and didn’t call Feng Yu. When he had nothing to do, Feng Yu asked him.
The third grandpa asked about the origin of the coffin.
Third Grandpa should be the eldest here. Through chatting, Feng Yu found out that Third Grandpa was eighty-two years old and had a fairly strong body. Except for his ears being slightly back, there was nothing wrong with him. Feng Yu couldn't figure it out after asking for a long time.
What kind of relationship does the third grandpa have with the Feng family? But judging from his walking pace and body posture, he must have eaten that bowl of tomb-robbing rice in his early years.
Feng Yu saw that his father called Third Grandpa San Daye, so he called him Third Grandpa. It was really difficult to communicate. Feng Yu always hung close to the old man's ear and shouted loudly to Third Grandpa to hear him clearly. This was very difficult.
It was embarrassing, but fortunately, Dad took the others to the back. There were only a few people Feng Yu didn't know at all, so it didn't matter if he shouted.
When Third Grandpa talked about the coffin, he was not particularly clear. He only said that the heavy rain in late autumn last year damaged the tombs of the Feng family ancestors. In winter, my father hired someone to repair the damaged tombs.
Then they carried the exposed coffin to Nantajing Village.
The third grandpa couldn't remember how many coffins there were, but there must have been at least a dozen. At this time, a Nantajing villager nearby said that there were thirteen coffins in total, including the one at the back, a total of ten coffins.
Four, why do we talk about them separately?
In fact, there were indeed thirteen coffins carried out. It was not difficult for the guy to count them one by one. It was clear that there were thirteen coffins, but one more appeared for no reason.
This matter needs to be said slowly. Originally, Nantajing was a poor place. In order to be close, my father gave the village chief a lot of benefits, so he temporarily parked the coffins of his ancestors here.
The reason for this is that the coffin was placed here.
