West Flow Bay Story

Anyone who hears that others want to see their ancestral graves will probably be a little shocked and fearful, and Huang Yuyu is no exception. He is willing to take them to the cemetery, but he refuses to take a step forward. Only Zhang and Yang are left at the foot of the mountain looking at each other.

"What is he afraid of?" Yang Zhou was stunned, "Could it be that he is an unworthy descendant, so he is afraid of coming to the ancestral grave?"

This kid is frighteningly sharp.

Zhang Jiawen glanced at him, "From ancient times to the present, whenever there is Feng Shui, there is a saying that water is the first, and Tibetan wind is the second. In the words of the common people, it is 'the front is illuminated, and the back is supported'. Therefore, if there is a mountain , the tomb must be built on the mountain, not at the foot of the mountain. What's more, if buried at the foot of the mountain, there will be water accumulation. Don't you think it's strange to build ancestors on the mountain with tens of meters?"

Yang Zhou frowned lightly, "In this case, could it be that his ancestors had resentment? Just because the location of the tomb was not good? But it stands to reason that they can tell them in a dream, why bother so much."

"And there is another strange thing. The funeral is a big event in the family. When will it be the women's turn to preside over it? Even if they have resentment, they will not blame these women." Zhang Jiawen stepped forward, looking at Lin Mu Walking around.

Yang Zhouqing followed closely behind him, feeling his legs trembling, "I read the story book before, and it mentioned the corpse change... there are no zombies here, right?"

After all, I don't know if he was too frightened, but he hugged Zhang Jiawen's waist tightly and didn't let go.

Feeling entangled by the snake, Zhang Jiawen didn't look back, and pushed his hand away with one hand, "I don't like to touch other people the most in my life, you have to remember it."

Yang Zhouqing has always been conceited of his strength, but unexpectedly, he was pushed away lightly by him. He was puzzled and dissatisfied, so he wanted to go over again, but felt that there was an enchantment separating him, and he couldn't move forward half a step.

"Look, this one." Zhang Jiawen walked through the forest, and finally stood beside a small grave, took a branch, and brushed aside the weeds and dead branches in front of the grave.

In the tomb of my late father Huang Fugui, son Huang Yuyu and daughter-in-law Huang Cui stood weeping.

"This tomb is a little strange, but I can't tell what's so strange." Yang Zhou looked at the tomb lightly, thoughtfully, "This old man passed away at seventy years old, so it's not a short life."

Zhang Jiawen looked at the rest of the tombs, and had a vague guess in his heart, and said coldly: "These tombs were not sealed before, you see there was a small opening here, which was sealed later."

"Why is this? Is it the custom of Jiangning County?"

Without further ado, Zhang Jiawen took out a mahogany sword from his bag.

"Is this about to start?"

In the next second, he watched helplessly as the ordinary mahogany sword forcibly cut open the tombstone rammed with loess, and even cut off a piece of the stone stele pedestal.

"Your sword is too sharp..." Yang Zhou was dumbfounded, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch the sword.

Zhang Jiawen quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Be careful with your claws."

"What is a claw?" Dissatisfied with this statement, Yang Zhou lightly turned his head to look at the grave, and said in surprise: "There is something inside here."

The two of them took a closer look, and Yang Zhouqing said in amazement, "This is..."

There is no coffin in this grave, but it looks like a small square pit dug out by someone, and the inside is dark.

"It's time to exercise your courage," Zhang Jiawen handed him a match, "Look at what's inside."

Yang Zhouqing's big eyes were full of panic, "Sir, although I sell myself as a slave, I still have a life. Others are slaves and handmaids, but why am I dying?"

Zhang Jiawen looked at him, "Learn some skills now, no matter where you go to the ends of the earth, this skill will make you a living. Is it better than living under the fence all the time?"

"I'm not free anymore, and it would be too harsh if I don't give myself enough food." Although Yang Zhou said so lightly, he still had the courage to look at it and stopped talking for a moment.

Although Zhang Jiawen was standing far away, he could see it clearly—there was a half-decomposed corpse in the earth pit. Hanging helplessly by his side.

"There are scratches beside the tunnel..." Zhang Jiawen said lightly, "Doesn't this scene look familiar to you?"

Yang Zhou was startled lightly, "That means these people were imprisoned in this tomb and starved to death?"

"Have you ever heard of earthen pot graves?" Zhang Jiawen took the ritual tools and lined up beside the graves, not disliking the dirt on the ground, so he simply sat on the ground and recited scriptures silently.

"The emperor's decree surpasses your lonely soul. Diligently practice the Taoism, carefully feel the Taiming, Huanghua really descends. The five internal organs conceive a fetus, the ghost is born in heaven, and ascends to the sky. Fuhui is everywhere. Everyone, hurry up and get back to life."

Yang Zhou got a headache when he heard it lightly, but fortunately Zhang Jiawen's voice was low, even the ordinary Huidu reincarnation mantra was very pleasant to hear. I thought that after the recitation, there would either be the souls of the dead, or there would be visions such as Xiaguang Wandao. Unexpectedly, after reading a long list, there was no response, it was still the same grave, it was still the same grave, it was still the mummy.

Yang Zhouqing couldn't help but feel embarrassed for him, and couldn't help but look at him cautiously, "Well, you don't have to..."

"The ceremony is over," Zhang Jiawen personally took back the ritual artifacts one by one, "Let's restore the tomb."

"You didn't come here to cheat money, did you?" Yang Zhou muttered lightly, "Obviously nothing happened, and his wife is still crazy, how should I explain to her?"

Zhang Jiawen walked forward, "What's the rush? I'll give them an explanation tomorrow, it's almost 9 o'clock, I'm going to take a break."

Even if he is a Taoist priest, it is too much to keep in good health. Yang Zhouqing slandered, and followed him back to Yangliu Village.

Before I entered the village, I saw that the village was dead silent, and every household closed their doors tightly, and put peach trees, rice jars, chicken heads, etc. at the door.

Yang Zhou lightly looked at those chicken heads, feeling sick for a while, "I'm not afraid of stink after a long time."

Zhang Jiawen looked at it and smiled, "It seems that they have already hired some kind of stick dance master from the village, and they look good at first glance."

Huang Ergou had pointed out their place of residence earlier, and both of them had good memories, so they easily found the small building where they lived temporarily.

"If I remember correctly, is the firewood room where Cui Jinzhi is kept on the first floor?" Yang Zhouqing consciously fell asleep on the floor, and suddenly asked.

"En." Zhang Jiawen replied, pulling the quilt up to his neck, "Sleep with you."

Yang Zhouqing then closed his eyes, thinking of the woman's eyes for a while, the bloody fingertips for a while, the tomb without a coffin, and the shriveled white-haired corpse for a while.

After tossing and turning for a long time, I managed to fall asleep, but unexpectedly, it was just after midnight.

With a bang, the door was knocked open.