After my second uncle stopped talking, I stopped pestering him. It was a miracle that this person could tell me so much today. My second uncle now feels like a Pandora's box, and he is slowly opening this box. , the secrets inside can only be peeked step by step.
I focused my attention back on the crowds in the ancestral graveyard. Linjiazhuang has been really lively recently. It has become a famous village in several surrounding villages. My grandfathers are the youngest, third grandfather, and second grandfather. Eggs are what everyone talks about after dinner, but to be honest, there is not much doubt in the sky above Linjiazhuang. Even now, many people are like me and are skeptical about these so-called ghosts and gods. Attitude. So now no matter how busy Lin Sanshui and the fat man are, the circle of villagers just can't be encircled. Those old sisters-in-law even performed Yangko in this circle. Lin Sanshui got angry there, and some people said back He said: You dragged us to the cemetery late at night to feed the mosquitoes, and we sang children's songs and danced, but you got even more aggressive. Believe it or not, let's go back now.
Lin Sanshui was immediately speechless. Later, Lin Sanshui simply came to me and said to me: Xiaofan, I leave this to you, these fucking idiots don’t appreciate it for their kindness.
The reason why Lin Sanshui found me is because of my status in the eyes of the villagers. I am the disciple of Xu Lin, a college student and Feng Shui master. They can buy Xu Lin's account but not the fat man's. Why? Because the fat man is purely based on his image. , there is a huge difference between Xu Lin and the immortal figure. When Lin Sanshui came to me, I couldn’t refuse. I could even say that this is what I should do. As soon as I came forward, someone asked me: Xiaofan .What kind of ritual is this? Why didn’t your master, Mr. Xu, come?
He has something to do and he can't come. This fat man is my uncle, my master's fellow disciple, and he is very capable. Don't do whatever you want, just listen to his arrangements. I said.
Well, Fat Aunt Xiaofan, I’m giving you face. Look at this guy’s bearish appearance. If you don’t tell me, I can’t believe that he is also a gentleman. Fat Aunt said.
This problem that Fatty and Lin Sanshui have been unable to solve, the buddy came over and solved it casually, and it felt like Beier had some face. Lin Sanshui didn't say that he felt unhappy or anything, and even looked at me with a look of relief, I guess. He really regarded me as half his son-in-law.
Although I say that I don’t understand this so-called Feng Shui mysticism, after watching so many books and movies, I probably know that the so-called method in Taoism attaches great importance to terrain, array, and of course, the most important thing is time. Just like what many people are familiar with, I pinch my fingers to calculate the time. Generally speaking, I pinch my fingers to calculate the time.
What the villagers were waiting for here was also Fatty's so-called hour. No one knew when this hour was. The heat was unbearable, and there were many weeds and mosquitoes in the cemetery. When everyone waited until nine or ten o'clock, some people They were sleepy, and some people couldn't stand being bitten by mosquitoes, so the crowd became commotion. They said, "What do you want to do? Hurry up and tell everyone to come over and be sucked to death by mosquitoes. Some people wanted to leave immediately. This time Even if I come forward, I can't stand it anymore. Lin Sanshui yelled a few words and almost asked two young people to work with him. The current village chief is really different from the former captain of the production team. The village chief can also be regarded as a cadre.
Uncle Sanshui, the only way to make the folks wait now is to carry Lin Erdan over and tell everyone what to do and how important it is to Lin Erdan. You don't want to tell the folks what you are doing. They can listen.
Sometimes people also need the right to know, right? I said.
Lin Sanshui ran to ask about the fat man. At this time, the fat man's image was still wretched, but his appearance changed somewhat when he became serious. He said: "Lin Sanshui, look at what you are doing as a village chief. You can say this to anyone."
Think of it as fart, go ahead and move that unlucky child over.
Lin Sanshui called a few young people who were close to him and listened to his words, and I went to Lin Erdan's house and carried Erdan, who was now extremely angry. Bai Zhenzhu also knew that it was Erdan today.
On the big day, I invited a few family members to cook at home, and the villagers came out to help. They didn’t need to be paid, but they had to make sure everyone had a good meal. This was the rule.
When we carried Lin Erdan to the cemetery, the fat man walked towards us and said: Once inside the circle, you can't stop. No matter what you who are carrying him heard, don't be afraid. Just take root. He doesn't care now.
Wherever it falls, it can't be lifted up, so if you want to stop, you have to stop in the center of the formation.
After saying that, the fat man walked up to us, took out a small copper bell from his pocket, and rang it as he walked: "The underworld is passing by, the kid is keeping out of the way."
It was late at night, and the little bell rang, which looked particularly weird. I didn't see the little ghost move out of the way. Instead, the villagers moved out of the way. At this time, the villagers had been informed by Lin Sanshui that everyone was here to help Lin Erdan.
Help, Erdanzi won't wake up if we don't help tonight. Now instead of being afraid, the villagers are extremely cooperative.
At this time, I didn't care whether the fat man was real or not. He called the kid to get out of the way, but I couldn't hear him anyway. Who knows if there is really a kid?
A few young people and I carried Lin Erdan and walked in through the gap that the villagers had left. When I stepped in, I heard the fat man's voice. At this moment, he was very serious and his tone was very solemn.
He said: Remember what I just said, no matter what sound you hear, don’t be afraid. You must not let the body touch the ground.
After he finished speaking, the little bell in his hand rang more violently.
And when we entered this circle, we heard voices we shouldn't have heard.
This is the sound of gentle crying, the voice of Lin Erdan
Fortunately, after experiencing so many things, my tolerance has become very strong and I don’t feel scared. The two descendants of Lin Sanshui’s family were all shaken up and asked me: Brother Xiaofan, what should I do?
At this time, I was afraid that they would leave Lin Erdan and run away, so I quickly said: Don't worry, it's okay, even if it's a ghost, it's just Erdan, we're afraid of him.
I looked at Lin Erdan's closed lips and quiet face in my hand, and then at the villagers. There was nothing strange on their faces, so I wondered to myself: Could it be that Lin Erdan's cry?
Only a few of us can hear it
Thinking that Lin Erdan's soul is crying helplessly in a corner of this circle, I think the fat man is much more pleasing to the eye. Although your temper is a bit fucked up, at least you have saved my good brother now.
The fat man rang the bell as he walked. The closer we walked to the middle of the circle, the more intense Lin Erdan's cries became. It seemed that what the second uncle said that Lin Erdan was most afraid of now was actually us. This was indeed true.
The fat man walked to the middle of the circle, spread a piece of black cloth on the ground, and directed us: "Put him here."
Upon hearing this, the younger boys could finally put down Erdan. They wished they had two more legs. They ran over with three steps and then two steps. They almost threw Lin Erdan into the black cloth and turned around and ran away. Putting down Lin Er.
At that moment, Lin Erdan's voice disappeared strangely in his ears.
Only then did I realize that my own back was also covered in cold sweat. Uncle Liu, what time will it take to do this? I asked the fat man.
Don't call me Uncle Liu. Fatty, I'm only eighteen years old. I have to wait until twelve o'clock when the yin and yang alternate. Young man, I think you have great courage. I heard from Lin Sanshui that you once broke through the yin with the blood of a colored rooster.
The fat man with a ghost upper body asked me.
This matter is not a secret, so I nodded and said: It’s just a coincidence, I learned it from TV.
Hey, there is rooster blood on TV, but I don’t remember any TV show that said to use colorful roosters. The fat man looked at me thoughtfully, then lowered his body and used Lin Erdan’s black cloth to cover his whole body
He got entangled and said: At twelve o'clock, the door of hell opens. Boy, don't hate Fatty. I asked you to do it with a bottle of wine. A bottle of wine can make Fatty and I do this job for you. Damn you.
Make a lot of money
What the fat man said made me look at him again, and he looked very sophisticated. It seemed that this man had a sharp mouth. I quickly handed him a cigarette. The fat man didn't have any noble temperament, so he took the cigarette and
He lit it, took a puff and immediately flicked it away, shouting: This is also called cigarette.
After saying that, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to me, saying: "A deputy governor gave this to me before. You can smoke it and look at it."
There was no trademark on the cigarette box that the fat man threw to me, but after I opened it, I almost exclaimed: It turned out to be a fucking giant panda.
I took out my Nokia with a blue screen and took a look at it. It was already past ten o'clock. It gets dark late in the summer, and the night time felt very fast. Because it was already past eight o'clock when it got dark, and the so-called twelve o'clock door to hell was wide open.
In only two hours, I went to chat with the villagers to calm their restless emotions. The wild mosquitoes in the fields wanted to bite people to death.
I thought I had a good time during the two hours, and came over after chatting for a while, but at this time, the changes suddenly escalated. More than a dozen police cars roared here, and dozens of police officers came down with a roar.
Our group of people was immediately surrounded.
Lin Sanshui, the village chief, ran over immediately. Among the crowd, he found the fat policeman who came that day, the one Lin Sanshui called Brother Wang, and said: Brother Wang, what are you guys doing here at this late hour?
The fat policeman named Brother Wang winked at Lin Sanshui with an ugly expression, and said fiercely: Good on you, Lin Sanshui. We received a call saying that the village chief of Linjiazhuang took the lead in practicing feudal superstition and killing people here.
When this fat policeman named Brother Wang was talking to Lin Sanshui just now, he kept gesturing to the woman beside him. He meant Sanshui, this is my leader.
I looked at the woman, and she looked at me. I found that she was very young and quite beautiful. She was wearing a uniform, giving people a very heroic feeling. She was standing here, not speaking, but looking
After looking at me, he looked at the villagers who were now forming a circle with great interest.
At this time, Lin Xiaoqiang walked out from the crowd of police officers and said to the female police officer: Comrade police, this is the person, and the village chief. Lin Erdan, a villager in this village, is sick, and they are not allowed to enter the hospital, and they are still doing it here.
Feudal superstition, if a patient is tortured like this by them, does it count as murder?