"Third uncle, don't bother, just bury it there." I didn't want to explain to my third uncle because no one would believe me.
Third uncle looked at me for a long time as if he didn't recognize me, and finally pulled me to a corner.
"Destiny, are you really planning to bury your great-grandfather there?" The third uncle suddenly spoke seriously. I was not used to it, but I also felt the seriousness of the problem.
"Yes, we must bury it there." I also knew that there was a death vein, but this was what the blood coffin told me, and I had no choice.
"Destiny, do you remember that there is a message in the handbook: Hidden dragons fly into the sky, and the dead are reborn." The third uncle took a long puff of cigarette and spit out these words after a long time.
"What did you say? Do you really remember that sentence?" I seemed to remember such a sentence, so the moment the child told me, I was thinking about what my great-grandpa wanted to do.
"Of course I remember, this is against the will of heaven, you can't harm your great-grandfather." The third uncle's eyes became cloudy and he took a deep drag on the cigarette.
"It's God's will, and there's nothing I can do about it. He must be buried there." I gritted my teeth and said no matter what Qianlong Feitian, the matter was settled.
"He told you?" Third Uncle sighed, there was something in his words.
"Who?" I vaguely felt that my third uncle had become deeper. He seemed to know a lot of things.
"Yes, he told me." I don't know if my third uncle knew, but I could only answer like this.
"Okay, he chose this place, let him sleep here." The third uncle suddenly stopped talking, as if he was recalling something, his brows were furrowed tightly.
After my third uncle and I finalized the deal, with a wave of his hand, more than twenty people started working, as if they had done this beforehand.
Watching Wang Jian and others working efficiently, I asked casually: "How come you guys are so skilled at your work?"
"I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you this. Just two years ago, our father forced us to learn such a craft. When I asked, my father only told me that it was the last words of the previous generation."
It was the previous generation again, and it was the chess that my great-grandfather had laid. I suddenly wanted to know what my great-grandfather didn’t know, and what words my great-grandpa left behind before his death.
There were more than twenty people doing this work, and the moving of the tomb went quickly and smoothly. Grave bags were slowly erected and tombstones were erected.
Looking at the small grave with my great-grandfather lying there, I suddenly felt very emotional: A person can only die with a handful of loess, and even if my great-grandfather is like this, he will end up sleeping here forever.
"Okay." The tomb relocation has ended, and the red firecrackers have been lit. It is a custom to set off firecrackers during tomb relocation in rural areas of Jiangxi, and the sparse sound of firecrackers seems lifeless.
Just at the end of the last firecracker sound, a huge noise shook me and I sat down on the ground, feeling my head buzzing.
"Who the hell let go of the ring? My heart can't bear your torment like this." The third uncle shouted, covering his ears.
"Third Master, Brother Tianming, it's not Xiangzi, it's Lei. Lei has split the grave open again!" Wang Jian was the first to react and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Struck by lightning again?" I just felt a pain in my head. My great-grandfather's ancestral grave had been struck by lightning every day.
"Dad!" Blind Chen's voice came from not far away. I turned around and saw that Blind Chen was crying in a pit. The pit was already scorched with the same color as the split grave of my great-grandfather.
"What's going on?" I just felt like my head was in a mess, there were too many things going on and I couldn't react at all.
"Third Master, Brother Tianming, in this old man's coffin..." Wang Jian's voice was already trembling, and I looked along his hand.
This time, not only was the grave bag split open, but the coffin lid was also split in two. Lying in the red coffin was a white fox with blue eyes. Except for the fox with blue eyes, where could I find my great-grandfather, and the blue-eyed fox?
The white fox was already dead stiff, and the white fox was holding a gold-inlaid black knife in his arms. The knife was completely black, which was the length of the dagger. The reason why it is said to be a gold-inlaid black knife is because the handle and scabbard of the knife were inlaid with black inlays.
There are purple and gold patterns on it. These purple and gold patterns are more like runes. They are square and square like a stamp, but the strange lines form the runes to make people feel very at ease.
"Shut up, remember nothing happened today, burn this coffin for me." The third uncle said firmly, this time he made the decision.
"Third Master?" Wang Jian asked in a low voice as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"I'll say it again, take out the black knife inlaid with gold and give it to the destiny, and then burn the coffin. Build an empty tomb here!" The third uncle was already sulky. He looked back at Blind Man Chen who was digging hard and said slowly.
:"God willing."
I took over Wang Jian's hand
The gold-inlaid black knife in my hand felt heavy. The gold-inlaid black knife in my hand felt like I had been wearing it for a long time.
"Third uncle..." I turned around and called my third uncle who was about to leave. There were so many things he should know, and I wanted to know too.
"Destiny, go and help Blind Chen. I owe him. I will tell you what you want to know when I come back." The third uncle waved his hand, no longer as energetic as before, showing an indescribable age.
I walked over to Chen Xiazi and helped him dig out the things in the pit.
"Xuanyuan Tianming?" Blind Chen heard my footsteps and did not look back.
"Yes." I helped Blind Chen aside, and then I discovered a straw mat buried in the pit. There seemed to be something wrapped in the straw mat.
"Dig carefully, don't destroy the straw mat." Blind Chen did not refuse this time. Like his third uncle, he had aged a lot, as if he had lost his soul.
"Hey." The pit was buried very loosely, so I quickly dug out the straw mat.
"This..." When I opened a corner of the straw mat, I found a corpse inside, but the corpse had a fox face, just like a blue-eyed fox lying in a coffin.
"Did you see it?" Blind Chen asked slowly.
"What is this?" I could already hear my voice trembling. No one would feel comfortable digging up a dead body with a fox face for no reason.
"What? This is my father, Chen Ji!" Blind Chen stood up slowly and took out a match from his arms.
"What did you say?" If you were talking about Chen Ji, how could he be so complete and have a fox face? Why is Chen Ji here so that he can preserve his physical body?
"Father, you are most afraid of fire in your life, but you died in the fire in the end, and now you have to die in this fire." After Chen Xiazi finished speaking, he flicked the match, and the small flames fell on the grass mat.
The mat actually started to burn with flames. I smelled a hint of gasoline, and things became more and more complicated.
Blind Chen faced the flames, the red color swaying in his sunglasses, and in the end there was only a puddle of ashes. I couldn't even believe that this was all that was left after a person burned it.
"Let's go." Blind Chen turned his head and no longer even missed it.
"What?"
"Don't you want to know something? Come with me." Blind Chen had already walked away, so I quickly followed him.