According to Feng Shui theory, at the foot of the West Mountain in Taotou Village, that place is guilty of five black and two yellow evil stars. The two evil stars are superimposed. It is an extremely yin place and is most likely to attract evil spirits.
How should I put it? Legend has it that if you make a mud figure and throw it there, it will appear in front of you alive and kicking in the middle of the night and steal your soul.
Generally speaking, local customs, such as this extremely gloomy place, are the most unsuitable for burying the dead; however, it happens to be the opposite here in Daotou Village. Generally, people in the village like to bury the deceased there.
The customs vary from place to place. According to the elders of Daotou Village, the place where the deceased is buried can be used to raise the body so that it will not rot for a hundred years and will be immortal for thousands of years. It can protect the descendants of the family for a safe life.
If people eat whole grains, there is no guarantee that everyone will not suffer from major illness or minor disaster in their life. However, this is a saying passed down from the ancestors of Taotou Village, and no one has ever dared to change it.
That place was fine during the day, but at sunset, the turbid air rose, the haze filled the air, the wind howled, and the snakes and rats disappeared. No one dared to go there. More than ten years ago, those thirteen college students came to Toucun to explore
, that’s where it disappeared.
The rule here is: once the dead is buried, the coffin cannot be raised. Not only is this likely to frighten the corpse, but also for those with insufficient concentration, it may cause evil spirits to take over and even vomit blood and lead to death.
Normally, no one in the village would go to that place in broad daylight, but Zhou Buze heard that Ji Zhantian wanted to take him there to dig a grave and raise a coffin tonight, and it belonged to Cai Fangfang. How could he not be scared?
After dinner, Ji Zhantian asked Zhou Xiaoze to go back to the bedroom to take a rest, but he himself did not stop. Zhou Xiaoze saw him busy making incense through the crack in the door.
In the old days, folk workshops made incense by grinding all the incense materials into powder, and even mixing them with various binders such as honey, pure rice wine, plum juice, charcoal powder, etc., and kneading them into various forms for use in various ceremonies.
This is somewhat similar to ink making in the past.
Ji Zhantian is a well-known incense master in the neighborhood. When other people's homes meet with weddings or weddings, no matter how far or near, they like to come to his grandfather to kneel down and offer incense.
Under special circumstances, Ji Zhantian's incense refining was different from the common folk practice. In addition to selecting special incense materials, the most important auxiliary materials were his own "hard work". In addition, his grandfather was refining incense.
At the same time, Taoist mantras must be incorporated into the incense.
Zhou Xiaoze saw his grandfather gritting his teeth and making a deep cut at his heart with a knife. The skin and flesh were turned out. There was a bowl next to him, and blood gushed out like a fountain, flowing in the bowl.
For a moment, Ji Zhantian's facial muscles kept twitching due to pain, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and sweat dripped down his old face with crisscrossed grooves.
I heard that using "hard work" to make incense is very particular. If the knife is cut shallowly, the heart is not sincere and has no effect; if it is cut too deep, it will hurt the heart and kill people.
A true mortician must learn to make incense on his own, and be able to earn the title of incense master at the same time; but those who can do this in the world, especially those who use their own "hard work" to make incense, are almost insignificant.
Now, seeing his grandfather using his own blood to make incense, Zhou Xiaoze felt chilled in his heart. As the incense sticks, incense towers, etc. were made one by one with a blood-red luster, how much blood would it cost on his old man's body?
ah!
At the same time, Zhou Xiaoze also knew very well that unless something extraordinary happened, his grandfather would not use his blood to make incense.
Waves of heat hit Zhou Xiaoze's heart. If it weren't for him, his old grandfather, would he have to risk his life to do this?
Zhou Xiaoze wiped the tears from his eyes, and couldn't help but think of his parents again. How great it would be if they were all around, they would never let his grandfather work so hard for a grandson!
Zhou Xiaoze blocked his mouth with his fist to prevent himself from crying, but he shouted in his heart: Grandpa, it is your grandson who is dragging you down!
puff!
Just after making the incense, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from Ji Zhantian's mouth like an arrow.
Ji Zhantian's face was as miserable as paper, his eyes rolled up, he stumbled, and fell to the ground.
"Grandpa—" Zhou Xiaoze shouted, opened the bedroom door, and rushed towards Ji Zhantian.
Zhou Xiaoze helped Ji Zhantian up from the ground, helped him sit on a stool, and hurriedly poured him a glass of hot water and put it in his hand.
Ji Zhantian took a sip of water, took a breath, and looked at his grandson with a smile: "Grandpa is fine, you don't have to worry!"
Then, Ji Zhantian took a piece of cloth and tied the wound on his chest tightly.
"Grandpa, why are you vomiting blood?" It would be a lie to say that Zhou Xiaoze is not worried.
Ji Zhantian's eyebrows twitched twice in succession, and he said with a stern expression: "Grandpa has been making incense all his life, and this is the first time he has vomited blood. It seems there is something dangerous tonight. My child, tonight you and grandpa go to the foot of the West Mountain
, are you afraid?"
"Grandpa, I'm not afraid!" Zhou Xiaoze felt that if he was afraid, would he still be considered a human being?
Hearing this, Grandpa laughed loudly and patted his shoulder with his particularly generous hand: "You are indeed my Ji Zhantian's good grandson, he has the guts!"
After resting for a while and looking at the dark sky outside, Ji Zhantian said, "Oze, we are ready to leave!"
"Okay, grandpa, I listen to you!" Zhou Xiaoze responded readily.
Ji Zhantian gathered the incense sticks on the table together, wrapped them in one, carried them on his back, took Zhou Xiaoze's hand and said, "Let's go!"
Although it is summer, the cold in the mountains is still quite strong at night. The night breeze blows on your face, making your body feel quite cold.
Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar. The moon is very round and bright, and the scenery far and near is very clear. However, the overlapping mountain shadows, flowers and trees are intertwined together, and they look mottled. It always gives people a strange feeling, as if inside
Like something weird is lurking.
Of course, after all, what he was going to do tonight was unusual. Zhou Xiaoze felt that this was just his own psychology, but thinking about what had happened in the past few days, he still felt a bit frightened every step of the way.
When he reached the foot of the Western Mountain, he had to pass through the village. When he entered the village, he found that every house was closed and the lights were dark. It seemed like an empty village, and the silence was terrifying.
Ji Zhantian frowned, sniffed, and asked, "Oze, do you feel anything weird?"
"Grandpa, what's weird?" Zhou Xiaoze looked around and asked curiously.
With the series of supernatural events that have occurred in the past two days, no one in the village even dared to go out during the day, let alone at night. Everyone was probably asleep long ago.
Ji Zhantian took another breath: "I seem to smell corpse gas!"
But Zhou Xiaoze sniffed his nose several times and smelled nothing, so he said, "No!"
If this were in Zhou Xiaoze's original world, whether there was corpse energy or not, he would be able to tell at a glance just by relying on his heavenly eyes.
At this moment, Ji Zhantian shook his head and pondered for a moment: "Maybe your grandfather has been an undertaker for a long time and is too nervous!"
After walking for more than two miles out of the village, we were not far from the foot of the Western Mountain.
The road became narrower and narrower. The further he walked, the colder Zhou Xiaoze felt. Waves of cold wind blew against his face, just like the cold winter weather in the twelfth lunar month. It was biting and cold. He couldn't help but shiver several times.
Ji Zhantian had been holding Zhou Xiaoze's hand tightly. At this time, he freed his hand and took out a red bead from his body, handed it to him and said: "Put this bead in your mouth and press it with your tongue. Don't do it."
Spit it out."
Zhou Xiaoze didn't know what the bead was, but he knew in his heart that what his grandfather gave him must be something good, just like the jade pendant with the black cat engraved on it, but it was a pity that he broke it.
Following Ji Zhantian's words, Zhou Xiaoze pressed the bead under his tongue. Suddenly, a warm current surged into his body, and he no longer felt cold.
Not only that, Zhou Xiaoze felt that he seemed to be much more courageous. Grandpa was walking as fast as flying, and he followed behind without stopping.
It's just that the further you go, the harder it becomes. The road is bumpy and bumpy, and there are trees and dead vines blocking the road. It's hard to avoid bumps and bumps while walking.
In the dense and dark woods on both sides, there were several pairs of green lights flashing, which were clearly the eyes of wild wolves. It was probably because grandpa's aura was too fierce and domineering, and the wolves just stared from a distance and did not dare to step forward at all.
Fortunately, Zhou Xiaoze and Ji Zhantian brought shovels and pickaxes, so some obstacles on the road could not trouble them.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Xiaoze and Ji Zhantian arrived at the foot of the West Mountain. A gust of dark wind rushed over like a gust of wind, and the originally bright moon in the sky dimmed instantly.
The gust of wind came so suddenly that Zhou Xiaoze was knocked to the ground and fell several times in a row.
When he finally got up from the ground, he looked up at the sky and found that the moon had turned blood red, as if blood was flowing from it.
Zhou Xiaoze was startled and shouted to Ji Zhantian: "Grandpa, look at the moon bleeding..."
Before he could finish his words, grandpa said loudly and coldly: "Look down, don't look!"
Zhou Xiaoze hurriedly lowered his head, but unexpectedly, a bloody smell hit his face. Ji Zhantian immediately shouted, flipped his palm, and a stick of incense flew straight out. There was a loud noise in the air, and a large piece of blood that looked like blood was condensed.
The cloud was blown to pieces and turned into a red mist that dispersed.
If it weren't for Ji Zhantian's quick hands and eyes, Zhou Xiaoze might have been directly covered by the snow cloud.
Although he didn't know the origin of that blood cloud, seeing the sudden change in Ji Zhantian's expression, he knew that it was not a good thing. He might have been covered up and no longer had any flesh and blood left.
"Silly boy, come with me quickly!" Ji Zhantian took his hand and turned towards the north.
Not far ahead, a new tomb was erected, and a tablet was erected in front of the tomb, with this line engraved on it: The tomb of my beloved daughter Cai Fangfang!
Ji Zhantian took out three pagoda incense sticks from his bag, placed them in a triangle shape around the tomb, waved his hand, and three golden lights burst out from his palm, and lit the three pagoda incense sticks at the same time.
"Dig a grave!" Grandpa waved his hand, and the two started to move.
To be honest, Zhou Xiaoze's hands were still shaking a little when he was digging the grave. He always felt like something was staring at him nearby. At the same time, he was also worried that the female ghost Cai Fangfang would suddenly jump out of the darkness and throw him to the ground.
"Child, are you scared?" Ji Zhantian asked with concern when he saw his awkward movements and looked around from time to time.
"No...Grandpa, I'm not scared!" Then I thought about it, with grandpa around, what do I have to be afraid of?
In fact, Zhou Xiaoze felt that following his grandfather was just a fill-in. Before he could even dig a small hole, his grandfather had already dug out a large area.
After a while, a white coffin gradually emerged from the earth. Under the night, Zhou Xiaoze saw that the coffin seemed to be emitting a faint blue light, which was very menacing.
"Open the coffin!" Ji Zhantian shouted and slapped the coffin lid with his big hand, causing thirteen nails to fly out.
The lid of the coffin was opened, and Zhou Xiaoze braved the courage to take a peek inside. Unexpectedly, he didn't want to take a look. He was so frightened that he lost his mind and started to run away...