At this time, the moon is white, and you can see clearly without torches in the mountains. Huang Dihuo looked at the longevity www.biquge.info the wood, and found that it was extremely cold, and he found that he could smell the faint smell of wood as if he had just bought it, and the clods of soil that had been dug out were dark at first, then dark red, and finally scarlet as blood when he met the main owner. Although Huang Dihuo has no culture, he also knows that it is inappropriate, but when he is still observing, those brothers of his own family are already prying that longevity.

"Don't worry, wait!" Huang Dihuo was frightened and rushed forward, but saw a brother of his own family prie hard, and finally turned the wood plate over.

A few people took a closer look, only to see a dried corpse, lying in the longevity material, pale but still alive, but the hands and feet were not the same as before, and there were no gold and silver jewelry and other things.

"What's the matter, such a big grave, nothing at all?" A brother of his own family has seen so much energy that he has not seen anything, so he has to turn it over.

The more Huang Dihuo looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he was afraid in his heart, and when he saw that the brother was about to reach in, he hurriedly pulled it, and shouted at the same time: "Don't move!" ”

But it was a step too late, and the dry corpse's mouth suddenly opened, and he swallowed a breath of black gas at several people. Everyone was shocked and fell to the ground one after another, but they were already close, how could they hide if they wanted to hide. There were two people who inhaled the black gas directly, and immediately fell to the ground and screamed in pain, and the screams came far away.

Huang Dihuo also inhaled a little, but he stood far away, only feeling that the sky was spinning, and he was about to faint. And the brother of the family who was pulled away by him also retreated because of his pull, but his eyes were smoked by the black gas, and he also covered his eyes and screamed in pain on the ground.

Everyone fell to the ground, and the torches in their hands fell to the ground and were extinguished, and Huang Dihuo vaguely saw that the dry corpse that was lying down slowly sat up, facing the moonlight, and the longevity blanket wrapped around his body went up and down, as if he was inhaling.

"He's a deceitful, hurry up!" The legend of zombies and ghosts in the countryside suddenly sprung up in Huang Dihuo's brain, and he roared in fright, and several brothers of his own family supported each other and fled there as if they were running.

Fortunately, the dry corpse did not catch up, but as soon as Huang Dihuo and the others arrived home, two of their own brothers hung up directly because of the inhalation of the black gas, and the rest of the ones who sucked less were mostly weak and weak, and within a few years, two more brothers of the family died, and one died because of blindness and decay of the eyes. The tragedy of the death is terrifying.

Several people went up the mountain to dig graves, but they all died, and the yellow earth fire was also a big fate, but he was so frightened that he didn't dare to dig the grave anymore, and he was divided into land as a farmer again. It's just that he has inhaled those black gases to some extent, and after a few years, he is also weak and weak, so I am afraid that he will have to follow a few brothers.

It was also his life that should not be killed, and many people fled from the north in a panic this year. This **** is digging in the field, but after a few strokes, he is so tired that he thinks of a few brothers in his own family, and he is indirectly killed by himself, and he can't help but redden, and he is about to shed tears. But suddenly I found that there was a person in distress in the field, about forty years old, wearing a thin green coat, just staring at himself intently.

Huang Dihuo was already sad, thinking of dying, when he saw that he was laughed at, he didn't know where the anger came from, he ran in front of the man in two steps, and was about to scold, but he didn't think that the person was the first to say to Huang Dihuo: "You went to dig a grave, right?" Breathed? ”

Huang Dihuo was shocked, it was a secret for him and his brothers to dig graves, and even the family members hid everything, how did this person know about it, but although others were not stupid, they knew that this person could see their own affairs at a glance, and he must be a capable person, so he cried and told the things about himself and others, and begged him to save his life.

The man smiled and said, "It's also your fate, and you breathe less, otherwise I'm afraid that like your brothers, I will go to see King Yama earlier." After speaking, he took out a medicine bottle from his bosom, handed it to him, and said, "I don't see that you are not like a short-lived person, so I will save your life." You take this medicine, one pill a day, take it with the morning dew, and if you don't die in ten days, you can go to the land temple at the entrance of the village to find me. ”

Huang Dihuo took it with great gratitude, and for the next ten days, according to what the man said, one a day was taken with dew. After the tenth day, he felt no longer dull in his chest, no longer dizzy and dizzy, and his life was as good as before. He was overjoyed, and immediately went to the Land Temple with some money and food to thank the benefactor for saving his life, and sure enough, he saw that the man was sitting upright in the temple.

Huang Dihuo was very grateful to that man, and took out some of the money he had obtained from digging graves a few years ago. The man was also honest and unkind, accepted it all, looked at Huang Dihuo's expression, knew that his corpse poison had been removed, and said: "Digging graves is a matter of lack of virtue, and it is also a work of craftsmanship, not something that people like you can do, I know that you are also forced to do it for a while, and you can't do it again in the future." ”

Huang Dihuo nodded and said that it was Lianlian, but this person always healed the scars and forgot the pain, as soon as he remembered that this person could even remove the corpse poison, he must be a high-ranking person, as soon as his cleverness came up, he said bitterly: "Sir, you also know that I am a farmer, this God does not open his eyes, and there is no harvest in the ground, so I was forced to do the lack of virtue." Now that I was rescued by you, I shouldn't have done it again, but my face will change if I want to change this day, in case I give a **** face in the future, my family will not have to starve to death......"

The man looked at Huang Dihuo's eyes flickering, he went south and north, how could he not know what this honest peasant was thinking, smiled, and said: "You want me to teach you some skills, so that you can have a means to save your life in the year of great calamity?" ”

Huang Dihuo nodded again and again, and said, "That's true, please do well and teach me well." ”

The man looked at him again, shook his head, and said, "No, you're too old to learn." But what you said is also reasonable, we meet today, it is fate, so let's do it, I will pass you a thing, and three words, and you have to remember, don't be greedy, until the time to save your life, don't use it indiscriminately, otherwise you will be buried in it. ”

Huang Dihuo nodded yes, but for the first time, like a child, he took something from the man seriously, and remembered the three sentences. Since then, Huang Dihuo has followed the man's words, and honestly cultivated the land on weekdays, and only when he couldn't stand it anymore did he use the method taught by the man to get by, and there was no accident.

And when the fire died, he passed down to his son what the man had handed down and the three words, and he also passed down the words of the man. Perhaps it is the genes that inherit the honest duty of the fathers, and the descendants all follow the ancestral teachings, and only use the plowing technique when they are forced to live. In this way, although the Huang family is not rich and noble, it is also prosperous because of this, and it has been passed down from generation to generation until it reaches my generation.

It's simple in my generation, I'm an only son, my grandfather's relatives of that generation because of the war, most of them went to foreign countries to take root, we are left, my father is the boss, and there are two younger brothers, one died early, and the second uncle is left, my father and brother live in New China, grow up under the red flag, and I don't care about what my grandfather said.

In addition, I later moved to live in the city, and I didn't touch those so-called ancestral skills, and since I was a child, I told me not to listen to my grandfather's strange customs and old stories in the countryside, and don't believe anything he says. was so angry that the grandfather, who was already sick in bed, almost recovered, jumped up and slapped this unworthy son hard.

When I was a child, because of my parents' work, I had to go down, but I had a period of time with my grandfather, and the old story at the beginning was told to me by my grandfather, and he also told me not to be greedy, otherwise I would end up like his grandfather. As I grew up, I found that the stories he told were often mixed up and didn't sound very reasonable, so I really listened to them as stories.

When I was a teenager, my grandfather, who had been sick in bed for many years and was not very conscious, suddenly seemed to be like a soul, not only spoke clearly, but also thought like ordinary people, and even knew how to hide it from my father, so I took out a cloth ball from one of his old boxes, and after opening the cloth that I don't know how many layers of cloth were wrapped, I saw the thing handed down by the martyr in the story, a silver needle with a black body.

Grandpa told me with a serious expression that this is the Tanling needle, when plowing the ground, it will be folded open, and the head of the ground will be inserted, if the needle is yellow, it means that there is no spirit underground, and you can plow the ground with peace of mind; If the needle turns black, remember not to be greedy; If the needle turns red, then turn around and leave, and you can't stay. This is the silver needle probing technique, which was passed down to the ancestors by the mysterious gentleman.

I asked why this was happening, and my grandfather rolled his eyes, so that I thought he was going here, but he sneezed and said that his ancestors didn't know, how could he know. I asked him again how he would know where to put a needle if he really found the ground. He was more direct this time and replied that he didn't know. In an instant, three black lines appeared on my head.

It's no wonder that my father and second uncle refuse to learn, they don't know everything, and it is impossible to really find a grave to insert at will, and then dig it up to determine the authenticity.

Maybe the expression on my face was the same as when my father and brother heard it at the time, and my grandfather said that there seemed to be a mantra to locate the pin, but when it came to his grandfather's generation, no one knew about it after the accident.

However, he also said that the silver needle tomb exploration technique is also equipped with three sentences, which are "the moon rises and does not plan, the red does not plan, and the empty does not plan." "To explain, it is that you can't plane on a moonlit night, and the silver needle can't be planed when it turns red, and you can't plane it when you stop three times, and if you can't hear the sound when the third planing lands, you can't plane it again.

I wondered why I couldn't plane on a moonlit night? It doesn't make sense why you can't hear the sound the third time. Grandpa didn't answer at first, but then I asked him in a hurry, so he said that people go to the yang and ghosts go to the yin, and the moonrise ghosts eat food, and said that there is a rumor that the underworld is below, and you have hollowed out, proving that the bottom leads to the underworld, who dares to plan, is not afraid of the king of Hades asking for his life?

I gasped and didn't dare to ask again.

Maybe the old man's soul is to uphold the ancestral teachings to pass on this so-called family handicraft, after that day, the grandfather became unconscious again, and after a few months, he passed away. In this way, I became the sole descendant of the family of planers.

When I was young, I took my grandfather's things and hid them, and because I went out to study later, I didn't take them to heart anymore. Later, as I grew older, I realized that what my grandfather had passed down might just be a simple folk skill, similar to acrobatics and the like, although they were used differently, but they were all poor people's skills to support their families and save their lives.

Unlike some novels and TV nowadays where the golden school captain uses feng shui astrogazing to find dragon points, and there is no group operation of those Tufuzi on this trip, the so-called land planing is just a means for some farmers to save their lives in the year of famine.

Ploughing was originally a verb, but it became a noun in Grandpa's mouth. Later, I searched all over the information, but I couldn't find a description of the land, but I was afraid that the proud title in my grandfather's mouth was at most just the joking name of someone who knew it for thirty or fifty miles nearby, and it was not even ranked in the lower nine streams of the three religions and nine streams, not to mention that compared with the inverted bucket and sand, it was purely amateur and professional.

It's just that even I don't know that some weird and bizarre things that happened later will have something to do with me, the only heir of the ploughing family.