I sympathize with the crazy old man in my heart. Others may not believe in crazy things like ghosts eating people, but I do. Because ghosts can really eat people.
But sympathy is sympathy, and I still don't think the crazy old man is right to do this. Feeding ghosts with blood is a folk method. Even if it can attract lonely souls and wild ghosts for a while, it will cause endless troubles.
But he said that Zhou Daneck drove the car very fast and drove straight to Ningjin County with familiarity. I took advantage of this moment to flatten the seat and squint my eyes to have a good rest.
Tonight, things happened one after another, which made me a little exhausted. In addition, I don't know much about Ningjin County. I need to be more energetic to cope with the upcoming changes.
After the Wrangler got off the highway, the road conditions became bumpy. The Wrangler is originally a hard-core off-road vehicle, and it is far less comfortable to sit in than a business-type sedan. Especially Zhou Daneck's driving style is so rough that the bumps made my head hurt.
I simply stopped sleeping, sat up, wiped my face with my hands, and said, "Is it almost there?"
Zhou Daneck said: "We'll be there soon! After the village in front is the cemetery... Good guy! Xiao Zhang! Look ahead!"
At the same time, he slammed on the brakes, turned the steering wheel, and the Wrangler's tail flicked, already leaning on the side of the road.
The headlights were bright, directly illuminating the country road in front of me. I saw more than twenty men and women wearing sackcloth and mourning, slowly walking forward holding a coffin.
Maybe they were caught by the light. These men and women in mourning clothes looked back. I don't know if it was because of the light or because they were wearing makeup. Anyway, their faces were very pale.
Zhou Da stuck his teeth and said, "That's weird! Have you ever seen a funeral in the middle of the night?"
I think I am a well-informed person, but I have never seen a funeral in the middle of the night. You must know that if there is an innocent event among the people, whether it is burning a corpse or burying it, most people will choose it in the afternoon.
Firstly, at this time, Yang Qi is strong and evil spirits dissipate, so that the dead can rest in peace in the tomb without being invaded by evil spirits. Secondly, living people can also use Yang Qi to offset the bad luck brought about by white things.
There is a funeral in the middle of the night. Is this family tired of living?
In the middle of the night, white mourning clothes, a large vermilion coffin, and the cold and pale faces of the mourning crowd, even though Zhou and I were bold and talented people, we couldn't help but get goosebumps all over our bodies.
Especially since they might have been disturbed by the light, they all turned around and looked at me indifferently, but no one spoke.
I whispered: "Big neck! Turn off the lights!"
Zhou Daneck hurriedly turned off the car lights, and the surroundings suddenly became pitch black. I squinted and looked ahead for a long time, and said, "This is not right! I'll get out of the car and go take a look. You stay here.
Don’t turn off the engine!”
Zhou Daneck suddenly panicked: "My little ancestors are being buried. Let's go find the crazy old man and don't cause trouble, okay?"
I shook my head: "Don't blame me for being nosy. To put it bluntly, an exorcist is equivalent to a public security policeman. You said that a comrade of the police will not care about people who see sneaky things and want to steal things? Not to mention this place.
It’s too close to the cemetery where the crazy old man raises ghosts, and I still feel like there’s a thorn in my heart even if I don’t understand.”
These words made Zhou Da neck speechless. While he was stunned, I had already opened the car door and walked forward.
The moonlight is very bright tonight, and even if the car lights are turned off, one can vaguely see human figures. I hide the short stick behind my back and try to be as natural as possible.
Just as he was thinking about what excuse to use to ask, an old voice came from the other side: "Young boy, just stand there and don't move."
When I looked up, I saw a short old man emerging from the crowd. He was not wearing white mourning clothes, but had a white towel wrapped around his arm.
The old man's voice was very old, but he seemed to be in good spirits. He said: "Young man, listen to the old man's words and don't get close. It will be very unlucky."
I looked at the old man carefully and suddenly said: "Old man, is it against the rules to bury someone in the middle of the night? Are you burying a human being or an evil one?"
The old man had his head lowered and didn't pay attention to me. Suddenly, when he heard what I said, he immediately raised his head, his eyes were shining, and he tilted his head to look at me.
The men behind him all stood up. Except for the four men carrying the coffin, they all looked at me angrily.
The old man sighed and said: "So he is a knowledgeable person? Since he is a knowledgeable person, why don't he understand the rules? Youngsters, don't think that because you have some skills, you can just meddle in your own business."
Seeing the old man say this, I felt even more confident and said with a smile: "May I ask which mountain the old man eats from and how many rivers he drinks from?"
The old man said nonchalantly: "Old man, I don't have much ability. I only dare to eat the rolling hills and drink the water from the side branch. The villagers from all over the country will beg for food here."
The old man and I asked and answered questions that seemed neurotic, but they were common questions in the circle.
You must know that there are many magicians among the people, and there are hidden masters almost everywhere. In fact, these so-called masters have great and small abilities. Those with great abilities should take care of more things, and those with small abilities should take care of less.
A little thing.
When I asked the old man which mountain he ate from and how much water he drank, I was actually testing him. If he was a folk magician who knew how to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, he would answer according to the questions asked by his peers.
He said that he ate from the rolling hills and drank from the peripheral waters, which meant that he only made a living in a few surrounding villages. To put it bluntly, he was there to read Feng Shui, determine tombs, and do fortune-telling.
Although they may not be very capable, in the eyes of the villagers they are like old gods.
I whispered: "What do you call the old gentleman?"
The old man said slowly: "My surname is Chen."
I said: "Master Chen, there is something I don't know whether to say or not."
When I said this to him, I kept winking at him secretly, hoping to let Old Man Chen take a step to speak. But Old Man Chen didn't understand where I came from, so he just stayed by the vermilion coffin, but refused to leave, saying: "
If you have anything to say, young man, let’s talk it over here, we’re in a hurry.”
This old man gives birth to children after opening his mouth and gives birth to children after closing his mouth, which makes me a little angry. Although I am young, my status is really not low. If someone asks me which mountain I eat from and how many rivers I drink from.
I will definitely answer proudly, what I eat is the Taihang Mountains in the north and south, and what I drink is the water of the Yellow River in the east and west.
You must know that the Taihang Mountains are continuous and span several provinces, including Hebei, Henan, and a small part of Shanxi and Yanjing. They all belong to the Taihang Mountain System.
In addition, the Yellow River crosses from east to west and has an endless drainage area, which means that the area under my jurisdiction occupies almost half of the North China Plain!
Compared to this rolling hill with its surrounding mountains and rivers, one is like heaven and the other is underground!
It's just that old man Chen thought he was old and looked down on young people like me. He didn't even ask a question, but just talked to me loudly.
I was a little angry in my heart, but considering his old age, I didn’t argue with him. Instead, I said, “Mr. Chen, it’s either evil or strange to put someone in a coffin in the middle of the night. Do you have to explain this?”
Old Chen's face was a little gloomy. Before he could say anything, a tall and thick man next to him became angry. He stopped in front of Old Chen and said loudly: "Where did you come from? You know what the hell! Where did you come from? Get out of here!"
Where are you going! If you delay the burial, I will whip out your big teeth!"
I ignored the rude man, but looked around to look at Old Man Chen. Old Chen was not in a hurry, and waved his hand to let the rude man back off. He blinked his little eyes and said, "I am still the No. 1 gentleman who likes to meddle in other people's business."
Once upon a time. Little guy, haven’t your elders taught you to respect your colleagues’ methods of exorcising evil spirits?”
I didn't show any weakness and said: "The boss said that he should respect the exorcism methods of his colleagues, but he also said that exorcists have the right to take care of all evil things in the world. The color of your coffin is wrong, the shape is wrong, and the burial time is wrong.
That’s not right! If you can’t tell me something, you really can’t leave!”
The rude man suddenly became angry: "You little bastard, I will beat you to death!"
He swung the mourning stick in his hand, hearing the roar of the wind, and smashed it on the head. It was a good thing he didn't smash it, but after hitting it, I immediately discovered that the mourning stick was actually made of an iron rod.
Immediately I was shocked and shouted: "An iron nail fixes the soul? Mr. Chen! What is in the coffin!"