It is destined that no one in the Zhaojia Village will tell anyone about this matter. Not to mention that the statement in the Feng Shui Mysterious Book comes true. They can follow one person to achieve the goal of chickens and dogs ascending to heaven. Even if they tell it, they will be killed waiting for them.
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And I waited anxiously, and even secretly observed my two sons to see who looked more regal? But the eldest was dark and strong, and looked like a military commander at first glance, and the second one was more handsome, but
He has an ordinary face, but where is the slightest bit of nobility?
It’s just that my second son’s name is Sanliang, Zhao Sanliang. This name was given to him by his grandfather. I don’t know the reason, at least at that time, I didn’t know.
It's just that when he was born, the old man had to give him this name because he was the second child. I felt a bit ambiguous about naming him the second child, as if I had three sons and he was the third.
However, the old man who usually has a peaceful temper was quite stubborn this time and insisted on giving the name Sanliang. According to the child's birth date, he was not Sanliang in terms of weight. I couldn't resist him, so I gave him this name.
Zhao Sanliang.
In the Central Plains, there are two most important days for the deceased. The first is the three days after death, and the second is the first seven days. Nowadays, with the proliferation of many Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, coupled with the cultural differences between different places, many of them have the first seven days.
The saying of the Night of Resurrection.
In the Central Plains, the so-called resurrection night is actually the third day after death, because the deceased has to stay at home for three days, and is buried on the third day. At midnight of the same day, the deceased has to come back to say a final farewell to his relatives. This is the resurrection.
The so-called first seven days are just a very important sacrificial day. Flowing mats are set up. Neighbors, relatives and friends will go to pay homage to the deceased and have meals at the deceased's home.
On the third day after my father's death, after he was buried that day, all the tribesmen and relatives had gone home. In my house, there were only a few old friends of my father's. Because their families lived in other places, they were here.
I rested temporarily at home for one night and prepared to hit the road the next day.
The so-called Night of Resurrection may be awe-inspiring to others, but for those of us who usually deal with corpses and have seen rice dumplings, we don’t believe in the ghost theory. But because it was my father who died, out of respect,
Moreover, whether you believe it or not, you have to do things according to the customs and traditions - that is, at midnight, place an altar at the entrance of the village to welcome your loved ones home for one last look.
That night, my wife watched the two children go to sleep. Several of my father's old friends and I set up an incense table and placed sacrifices at the entrance of the village of Zhaojia Village as a memorial and to welcome my father.
Soul.
I, including my father's old friends, regard this as a formality, just a formality.
But what no one expected was that on that bright moonlit night, my father, that skinny old man with wrinkles all over his body like the roots of an old tree, really came back.
Covered in yellow mud, he walked step by step from the field where he was buried, just like before he was alive. If this were left to ordinary people, no matter how deeply they feel about their loved ones, they would not be able to bear it when they see such a scene.
Will be scared to death.
However, the few of us present were all prostitutes, Colonel Mo Jin, and people who had been dealing with corpses all year round. Even though we were afraid, we were still standing there, waiting for him to slowly approach us.
One of my father's old friends said to another: Lao Wu, go back quickly and find a black donkey's hoof. I think Lao Zhao is committing suicide.
The man called Lao Wu scolded: You crow mouth, please stop saying a few words. Don't say that you can't find black donkey hooves now, even if you can find them, are you sure that Lao Zhao is really a meat dumpling?
After finishing speaking, Lao Wu spat and asked me: Jianguo, tell the truth, who ordered Lao Zhao's Yin Mansion three-point feng shui? Is it you or him?
My father found the place for himself, I can say for sure.
I also know what he meant when he asked me. A large part of the reason for deceiving corpses is because of the feng shui of the cemetery. This is the experience summed up with blood by countless generations of tomb robbers. Therefore, before going to the ground, you can observe the trend of feng shui.
I roughly know whether there are any rice dumplings underground.
If my father is a fake corpse, and his fake corpse is related to Feng Shui - or is it because of my Feng Shui mystical book, and he is proficient in it, will he be stupid enough to deserve such a haunted house for himself?
While we were talking, my father, or rather my father's body, had already approached us, carrying an indescribable fragrance.
It can be said that he is a country bumpkin, and he does not know how to wear perfume. Moreover, although it is already late autumn in Luoyang and the weather is already very cold at night, everyone knows a common sense.
The corpses of people buried in winter will stink faster because the temperature underground seems to be opposite to that on the surface.
What's more, before he was buried, he had been in mourning at home for three days.
During the past three days, there were non-stop worships, and valuables were burning in front of the coffin all the time. The temperature in the room was very high. In fact, when the coffin was sealed, my father's body already had a strong corpse smell.
But after being buried for a day, why did everything suddenly change?
At this time, my father actually ignored us. It could be said that he was ignoring us. It could also be said that his eyes could not move and we could not tell whether he could see us or not.
Anyway, he just passed us without making any stop and continued walking towards the village. I had to stop him, because I am sure that the people in the village would not be afraid of a fake corpse. There were dozens of them.
There are many ways to deal with him, even burning him. People of that era, especially rural people, could not understand the meaning of cremation.
What's more, he was now covered in yellow mud, but not a single hair was missing. His clothes had been struck by lightning during the day.
If I want to stop him, how can I stop him?
In the end, I could only stand behind him and call tentatively: Dad? (To be continued)