There was a sound of blowing and beating in the distance, which seemed to add a touch of desolation to the originally depressing weather.
The sounds of mourning, joy and wailing also reached my ears, causing my eyes to follow the path in front of the door and look at the group of people in the distance.
The white spiritual head banner stood tall, which was very eye-catching. A dozen people wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning were walking in front, scattering Ming coins in their hands, with sorrow on their faces. Behind these dozen people, eight people were carrying a There was a big red coffin. The coffin was carved with dragons and phoenixes, and it looked very luxurious. At the back of the crowd were a dozen women with their children, also wearing linen and wearing mourning, and they were also crying.
According to the custom here, when a person dies and is buried, male relatives such as filial sons and grandsons will walk in front of the coffin, while female relatives will walk behind the coffin. I don’t know where this custom came from. But every time I see a funeral procession, it basically has this formation.
I took a step back, looked at the saltpeter at my feet, and felt a little calmer. It is said that the saltpeter can prevent ghosts from entering the house, so as to avoid being haunted by ghosts, so whenever someone passes by for a funeral, I will use the stove pit. I blocked the door with ashes for peace of mind. And it wasn’t just me who did this, most people in the village would do this.
Watching the funeral procession go away, I lowered my head and sighed, my eyes flickering somewhat. This funeral procession and the mourning and music all made me feel familiar, but it was a pity that it was a memory that had been dusty for a long time. I have been reluctant to think about it for several years. It was precisely because of this memory that our family almost suffered a disaster.
Our village is called Guangling Village. The origin of the name is unknown, but the geographical location of the village is very complicated. The village is on the edge of Blind Mountain, but there is the only road that can pass through Blind Mountain. The location at the entrance of the village is also Guarded by two large mountains, there is only a five-meter-wide gap left to get out of the blind mountain.
This geographical location has created Guangling Village, and has also created this weird phenomenon for thousands of years. Beyond Blind Mountain is Xianzhou City, and Xianzhou extends in all directions, and has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. Guangling Village is behind Xianzhou. Naturally, it became the best way to attack Xianzhou. Therefore, historically, our Guangling Village has had dozens or even hundreds of battles.
There were battles during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, there were battles during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and there were even battles between the two parties decades ago. It is precisely because of these battles that our Guangling Village has a special feature: there are many graves.
Whether it is an ownerless solitary grave, a mass grave after a war, or a large tomb with carved stone tablets, we can see countless of them just by walking around here. Over time, this place has turned into a natural cemetery. After everyone's relatives die, they will go from Guangling Village to Blind Mountain and find a place with beautiful scenery to bury them. It is precisely because of this phenomenon that a deformed profession has arisen, that is, the spiritual master.
Speaking of this spiritual master, people in the surrounding villages all know Mr. Zhang back then. And this Mr. Zhang is my grandfather.
My grandfather was one of the leading spiritual masters around here back then. He had a great reputation for moving ghost houses and watching ghosts. At that time, our house was really busy with traffic, and people came to the door every day. What happened was One evening ten years ago, I clearly remember the blood moon in the sky.
At ten o'clock in the evening that day, two middle-aged people came outside my house, looking like they were in a hurry. I was still a six or seven-year-old child at the time, so I didn't pay much attention to this.
After the two of them entered the yard, they went straight to grandpa's room. When they came out, it was already half moon.
After the two left, I heard my grandfather walking out of the room and entering our room.
Dad stood up hurriedly, "Dad, what's the matter?"
"Well, I have something to discuss with you!" Grandpa's face looked a little heavy.
As soon as my mother heard what grandpa said, she immediately hugged me in her arms and moved me towards the kang.
Dad looked at grandpa's face and looked a little solemn, "What on earth is going on?"
"Tomorrow a wealthy family will go to the mountains to move their tombs. I will go with them, and you will take good care of them at home!" Grandpa said, his face darkened again, "It may take a few days to come back this time.
, you should be more careful!”
"Dad, why do you need a few more days? Can you take this job?" Dad had a worried look on his face.
"Yes! Just take good care of yourself at home and wait until I come back!" Grandpa said.
I stared curiously, looking back and forth at my dad and grandpa, but I didn't understand their expressions at that time.
"Okay, Dad, go ahead and I'll take care of it at home!" Dad agreed.
Grandpa nodded, his eyes fell on my face, he smiled softly, turned around and walked out of the house.
After grandpa left, my father and mother also had doubts on their faces, but they didn't ask any more questions and quickly lay down and fell asleep.
In the early morning of the next day, my grandfather left before dawn, and my father also went to grandma's house and asked some questions about yesterday. As for what was said, I didn't hear clearly, but I could hear it
When we were leaving, grandma said something about injustice.
Nothing happened for three days in a row, but on the night of the third day, a burst of howling suddenly came from the village.
My father rushed out of the yard with my mother, and saw a few people crawling out of the blind mountain in embarrassment under the sunset. These people were all covered in blood, and they were shouting crazily. Especially my grandfather,
His eyes were even blood red, and he was shouting like crazy.
"Uncle Gong, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Wang, who was nearest, was the first to run over and yell, helping my grandfather.
My grandfather grinned, and the veins on his forehead swelled, and he shouted: "Go quickly! Go quickly! Those who wrap their coffins with wisteria can't move! They can't move!"
"Uncle Gong, what did you say?" Uncle Wang was a little panicked.
"Go quickly!" Grandpa shouted.
At this time, I had already run out behind my father, and happened to see two traces of blood coming from the corners of my grandfather's eyes. My grandfather's eyes were actually filled with the whites of his eyes.
"Dad! What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Dad yelled, with panic on his face.
Grandpa grabbed Dad with one hand and said, "Go quickly! Go quickly!"
"Where are we going? You are all home!" Dad shouted, crying and said to the people around him: "Please help me, thank you all!"
"No problem!" Uncle Wang was the first to say, and he stepped forward to support my grandfather.
Many neighbors around us also stepped forward one by one, helped my grandfather and several others up, and walked towards my yard.
I followed behind, looking a little frightened and my face turned pale.
Including grandpa, there were seven people in total. They were all helped into the yard and placed under the shade of the trees in the yard. Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the door, saying that an old doctor from the next village had arrived.
I looked at my grandfather in my mother's arms, a little afraid to step forward. But after the old man entered the yard, his expression changed drastically.
"Brother Gongzhong, what's wrong with you?" the old doctor shouted.
Grandpa just murmured in a low voice, "Those who wrap the coffin with wisteria can't move... those who wrap the coffin with wisteria can't move..."
"Brother Gong Gong?" the old doctor shouted again.
Grandpa trembled all over, and blood fell from the corners of his eyes again, "It's too late! It's too late! The evil spirit is coming!"
"Brother Gongzhong, let me bandage you first!" The old doctor stepped forward, wiped away the blood from the corner of Grandpa's eyes, and started bandaging.
Grandma did not come out of the house. It was said that she had been chanting sutras. I don’t know whether it was true or not. A group of people worked until the evening to stop grandpa’s injury. Unfortunately, grandpa seemed to be really crazy. He kept talking back and forth.
So a word.
When it got completely dark, my mother held me in her arms and kept singing to coax me to sleep. But I don’t know why, but I was extra energetic.
Dad walked in from outside the house with a tired look on his face.
"His dad, what's going on in that house?" Mom asked in a low voice.
Dad sighed, "I don't know! My mother won't let me go there at all. Even if something big happens tonight, she won't let me go there, and she won't let us step out of the yard!"
"What's going on?" my mother asked, somewhat suspiciously.
"Hey! They say something went wrong! This time, a wealthy businessman from Taiwan came to move the grave. He said that their ancestor died in the battle at Blind Mountain Pass. Business has not been going well in the past few years, so they thought of moving the grave. What are the details?
I don’t know what happened!” Dad sighed.
I listened with wide eyes. I didn’t know where Taiwan was and I didn’t dare to ask any more questions.
"Go to sleep!" Dad sighed and waved his hand.
"Listen, is there any sound?" Mom was suddenly startled.
I also listened carefully, and there seemed to be some sound coming from outside the door.
Dad hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I'll go out and take a look!"
As soon as the voice fell, my father turned around and left the house. I didn't know where the courage came from, so I jumped to the ground, followed my father, and left the house.
Outside the house, the silence was permeating, but the sound disappeared without a trace.
I looked at my dad curiously.
"That's really weird!" Dad scratched his head, turned around and walked towards the house.
I followed into the house, turned around and looked outside, only to find that the big yellow dog in the corner was so frightened that it fell to the ground and lay motionless.
"What?" Mom asked.
"There's nothing!" Dad said, about to get on the kang.
"Listen, it's here again!" Mom said hurriedly.
At this time, there seemed to be a burst of footsteps outside the door. The footsteps were very urgent, very urgent.
Dad turned around and opened the door with a bang, with anger on his face.
Outside the door, there was still silence, and there was nothing.