Those who were present at the time recalled that when the coffin hit the ground, there was a pop, and the whole coffin sank into the red mud underneath.

It sank half an inch, and from inside the coffin, which was supposed to be nothing, came sound after sound, as if a huge heart was beating.

Knock! Knock!

The villagers who heard this voice all changed their faces, and the four people in charge of the coffin were also quite bold, but at this time, they were also frightened, and they rushed behind Uncle Zeng like rabbits.

Uncle Zeng's angry teeth fell, and he scolded: "I'm here, what kind of fart are you guys! Pull the coffin up, you can't let it sink!"

A few people trembled, you look at me, I look at you. There was a bang in the coffin, who would dare to go up?

In the end, it was the grandfather who rolled up his sleeves and stood up first, followed by Captain Zhao, shouting: "If this matter is not settled, everyone should not think about peace!

As soon as this sentence came out, two people stood up in the crowd. Five dollars at that time were worth more than they are now, and a month's worth of work was worth ten dollars.

One of those two is Li Erniu from Baisha Village, and the other is Zhao Erzhuang. The four of them put the hemp rope on the coffin again, listening to the 'dong dong' heartbeat that seemed to ring in their ears, not to mention how nervous they were.

Captain Zhao looked left and right, and said loudly: "One, two, three, everyone work together!"

But it's strange, it's the same four people. But this snake-scale coffin is like being filled with lead, no matter how hard the four people grit their teeth and the green tendons pop out, they just don't move.

"Uncle, I can't get up!" Grandpa shouted helplessly.

Uncle Zeng also came over, and contrary to his usual composure, he took a deep breath, took out a roll of yellow paper and spread it out on the side of the burial pit, and each roll of yellow paper was equipped with a three-foot square stone pillar.

Four stone pillars were used to replace the broken position of the yellow flagpole, and he didn't see what tools he used, this bare-handed pair of veterans forced the four stone pillars down one and a half feet.

At this moment, the snake-scale coffin, which had just been as heavy as lead, suddenly lightened, and finally left the red mud and hung about an inch above the ground.

And the sound of the heartbeat, which sounded extremely uncomfortable, also fainted and gradually became inaudible.

Grandpa and Captain Zhao both raised their throats in their hearts, and they waited for Uncle Zeng to give instructions for the next step. And Uncle Zeng only asked them to tie the rope to the stone pillar to prevent the snake scale coffin from touching the ground.

"The snake spirit probably already knew that something was wrong, and he wanted to use the earth's qi to do his own thing, so the coffin couldn't fall to the ground anymore. Uncle Zeng found a stone and sat down, called Grandpa, Captain Zhao, and Village Chief Chen together, and instructed, "By tonight at the latest, that goblin will rush back to snatch back the heart of the tree." I'll deal with it here, and you pick some young and strong boys, and don't want the bulls and rabbits who are born tonight. I followed my nephew and waited in the courtyard of the brigade in Baisha Village, picked a better look and went up to the house to star, and when he saw that I was on fire here, he started digging up the roots of the tree!"

After explaining this, Uncle Zeng asked his grandfather to call the villagers back to the village, and told him not to go out at night, and in the end, his grandfather was also driven back by Uncle Zeng.

Grandpa was worried, but he didn't have a way, he trotted all the way and followed Captain Zhao back to Baisha Village.

Captain Zhao simply shouted with the loudspeaker of the brigade: "Lin Shenxian from the neighboring village has come to help us fight the goblins, except for those who have a birthday today, young and laborers have come to gather in the team!

Well, Captain Zhao, who was shouting about breaking feudal superstitions a few months ago, took the lead in organizing this activity at this time! Grandpa shook his head when he saw it.

In fact, none of the villagers in Baisha Village knew about the events of the past few days? When the coffin was buried, many people were there to watch the excitement.

In a short time, thirty or forty young and strong laborers were gathered in the field of the brigade, ready to do a big job. Captain Zhao saw that it was still early, poked his grandfather's waist, and asked him if he wanted to see Fu Lijuan.

Grandpa's heart was in his throat at this moment, for fear that Uncle Zeng's accident would happen, where would he still have that leisure? He shook his head with a wry smile, and waited for the guy on the roof to shout quickly.

As the night grew darker, a large group of people lit torches and lit up the courtyard of the brigade.

As the saying goes, people are bold, and the villagers were a little scared, but seeing so many people around, they gradually felt at ease.

Minutes and seconds passed, and the wait was painful. Just when Grandpa was thinking about whether to go to his great-uncle to take a look, a cold wind suddenly blew in the air.

The wind came gloomy and cold, mixed with sand, and the person who blew could not open his eyes, and the flame on the torch whirred, and in the blink of an eye it was half extinguished.

Many people were frightened by this sudden scene, and the screams came one after another.

"Don't panic, don't panic, everyone, don't panic!" Grandpa quickly stood up and shouted to try to calm everyone. Seeing that it didn't work, he quickly rushed to the stump and took the wooden sword in his hand.

As soon as the wooden sword arrived, Grandpa felt that he heard the dull thunder again, and he quickly took out a talisman that his great-uncle had given him earlier.

This is Uncle Zeng's expectation that there will be such a situation, and he gave it to his grandfather in advance for emergency use. The first time he participated in this kind of real ritual ceremony, his grandfather's nervous hands trembled, and he spat on the back of the talisman and snapped it on the wooden sword.

"Feng Jiutian Ying Yuan Mansion, the thunder Puhua Tianzun edict! The righteous god is here, the demons and evil are dispersed, and they are as urgent as the law!"

Grandpa closed his eyes and shouted the mantra that his great-uncle told him to memorize. There was only one thought in my heart, hoping that this god's chatter would really be useful.

Keqi is also strange here, the strange wind that just now blew people can't open their eyes, suddenly stopped, leaving a yard of gray-faced people looking at each other.

Immediately after that, there was a thunderclap in the distance, which seemed to be the place where Uncle Zeng was.

"Quick, there's a fire, there's a fire!" shouted the villagers who had been lying on the roof.

Grandpa didn't dare to delay, so he quickly jumped off the stump, threw away the wooden sword, picked up the shovel and hurried to throw the roots.

When the people saw it, they hurriedly took the shovel with the shovel and the axe with the axe, and a bunch of people worked in a pile, for fear that the root of the tree would be dug too late and cause trouble.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers. This big banyan tree, which has been intertwined for hundreds of years, was uprooted by everyone in a few hours.

At this time, a loud thunderclap sounded in the direction of Botian, which frightened the timid villagers and threw away all the tools in their hands.

The tree has been cut down, and the roots have risen, is this the end of the matter?

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to speak, and finally they look at grandpa together.

Grandpa was also restless at the time, wanting to go and see but didn't dare to go. Uncle Zeng explained that no one was allowed to go until dawn, so no matter how worried he was, he could only stay in the courtyard.

Finally survived until dawn, grandpa immediately ran to Botian impatiently, Captain Zhao was also worried, after calling a few capable people, others let them go home to rest.

It was only seventeen or eighteen minutes from Baisha Village to Botian, and when I got there, my grandfather's heart was half cold.

The altar collapsed, the pillars fell, and the paper centipedes were all shredded!

Uncle Zeng didn't know whether he was dead or alive lying in the mud, his face was gray, his hair was scattered, and his majestic robe was also stained with mud.

Look at the burial pit again, the snake scale coffin fell to the ground, and seven Taoist talismans were pasted on it. It was quiet, there was no movement, but no one dared to approach.

Grandpa's brain buzzed, and he rushed over to pick up Uncle Zeng, trembling and sniffing, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that there was still breathing.

Later, Uncle Zeng woke up, and the matter came to an end happily.

At this point, the big banyan tree snake that has been tossing Baisha Village for nearly half a year has been completely cleaned up. The burial pit was filled in, and a dragon king temple was built on it, and the incense was quite good.

And the pit where the roots of the tree were dug was later drilled into a well. The water in the well is said to be very cool and thirst-quenching, and it is miraculous that there will be no shortage of droughts.

Since then, grandpa has been convinced of his great-uncle's ability. Because of that incident, Uncle Zeng raised his body in bed for more than half a year, and his grandfather was busy serving him.

Later, when he was drinking, his grandfather mentioned this matter intentionally or unintentionally: "Uncle, I see your ability. It may not be impossible to shine in the future, so you don't want to pass it on?"

When Uncle Zeng heard this, he glanced at him, and scolded with a smile: "Little Wang Ba Calf, what kind of foolish am I still fighting with your uncle? ”

"Hehe, I just thought, can you teach me a hand or two?" Grandpa scratched his head and flatteringly lit a dry tobacco for Uncle Zeng.

"Do you want to learn?" Uncle Zeng put his leg on the kang, "Yes, you give me an apprentice, and I will teach you this skill as it is." ”

"Our uncle and nephew still use that?" "Grandpa doesn't want to be a Taoist priest."

But Uncle Zeng straightened his face and said: "One yard is one yard, you have to apprentice, and I can teach you the Tao." This is the rule, you can't change it, you can learn if you want to, and you can learn if you don't want to. ”

That's it, grandpa thought that it would be up to him to be a Taoist priest in the future anyway, so he gave his uncle an apprenticeship on the spot.

If Grandpa knew what the consequences of this worship would be, maybe he would rather leave Taiqing Village than go to these worships.