The clansmen of the Hong family divided Mr. Hong's house equally, and everyone dug the ground to find treasures.

Just when the cemetery was just haunted, most of the other people in the Hong family didn't believe it, and thought that Hong Meng had been in the cemetery for a long time, and people were stupid.

They gloat and don't care.

On the first day, a man was digging in the pit when suddenly a brick fell from the sky and hit him on the door of his head.

The bricks were smashed, and he was also knocked unconscious, and his head was bloody.

At that time, many people were standing next to the pit, and it was impossible to find out whether it was intentional or unprepared.

"It's just blood, nothing else, if the hoe falls, the person will be gone, fortunately"

Someone comforted him like this.

This kind of comfort is an itch in the boots, which is useless, and the injured person feels quite unlucky.

He smashed his head on a hot day, he was afraid that the wound would rot, and the man was so worried that he never went to Mr. Hong's old house again.

The next day, a man walked into the gate of Mr. Hong's old house, carrying a hoe for digging the ground, and suddenly tripped and fell.

This person is more serious, he is carrying a hoe in his hand, and when he falls, his left thigh all fell into the blade of the hoe, blood gushed out, and he cut a big wound, faintly seeing white bones.

"He's so unlucky, take a good walk, and he can be injured by a hoe, who will believe it?" The tribesmen commented, "It's really unlucky." ”

"It's not necessarily bad luck, is it?" Some clansmen believe in ghosts and gods, and they are mysterious, "Uncle Mon dug up the grave. Don't mess us with dirty, right? ”

His words were immediately echoed: "It must be, Uncle Mong slept in the cemetery all night the day before yesterday, and to this day people are still stupid, and they keep saying that there are ghosts in the house."

Under the shadow of the trees in the middle of summer, several clansmen were talking, and suddenly their backs were cold, and their scalps were a little numb.

As the saying goes, if a person is unlucky at home, it is said that this person "the ancestral tomb is bad for feng shui". Now they have dug their own ancestral graves. Can Feng Shui be good?

"It's just a coincidence, you don't know that the fifth man, he has always walked staggeringly, who knows how he cut his leg? Let's just take care of ourselves."

The rest. Keep digging the ground. They haven't found the jade yet.

It's late afternoon. When everyone came home from work, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, who didn't know what to tell his father.

His father was annoyed. slapped his son: "Little rabbit, you will be rampant if you do some work, and dare to ask you for money!" Lao Tzu beat you to death, little bawang lamb! ”

He slapped him, and the child staggered, threw himself forward, and hit the stone, breaking two front teeth, and bleeding profusely.

"This" everyone watched in amazement.

Lao Tzu beat his son, what an ordinary thing, why is it so unfortunate today, he beat his son to the stone?

"Saburo, Saburo!" The father who beat people, full of guilt, went to the doctor behind his son's back.

Everyone who was about to go back was a little heavy.

One thing is a coincidence, three things in a row, and then it is a coincidence, the heart is too big.

There can be no such coincidence.

"Something happened!" There was an older man, he didn't care about dinner, so he went to find the patriarch Hong Yuan.

Hong Yuan regards wealth as his life, how can he give up if he doesn't find jade?

He went to see Hong Yuan today, and saw that Hong Meng was indeed a little stupid, his consciousness was not very clear, and he thought that he had hit the evil spirit, and Hong Yuan was also a little scared.

Then, he heard that among the people who were digging in the old house, three of them saw blood, and each time it became more and more serious, and if it continued like this, he was afraid that he would die.

"Clansmen, you have to ask a Taoist priest to do a ritual." The old man said to Hong Yuan, "No matter what, the grave can't be dug anymore." Hurt the dragon vein, the descendants of our He clan suffered. ”

Hong Yuan said: "I'll think about it again"

Hurt three people in a row, and the word "coincidence" is no longer convincing.

The next day, Hong Yuan went to see Hong Ran again, only to learn that Hong Yuan's sons had invited a Taoist priest to do things at home.

"Alas, sir, this is a loss of yin virtue!" The Taoist priest told Hong Meng's sons.

As soon as he said this, Hong Meng's wife cried: "I said that they were not allowed to dig graves, but they did not listen. ”

The Taoist priest gave five yellow talismans, let him boil water for Hong Ran to drink, and he did two more rituals, and Hong Ran could get better.

This Taoist priest is called Xuan Xuanzi, he has no ability, when he was a child, his hometown was flooded, he escaped from the desert and had no way to go, and became a Taoist priest.

He is good at observing words and feelings, and has learned Ercheng's techniques, but he was fooled into a high way.

Xuan Xuanzi and Mr. Hong have known each other for more than ten years, and the two have a good relationship, but the Hong family's clansmen only care about Mr. Hong's jade and don't care about his life, so they don't know.

Five years ago, Xuan Xuanzi's Taoist temple was struck by lightning on a tree, and the tree happened to fall in the firewood room, burning most of the Taoist temple.

Xuan Xuanzi went to the city to raise donations, and when those rich people begged him for nothing, they were more stingy.

In the end, it was Mr. Hong, who loved jade as much as his life, who took out a piece of jade and exchanged it for 2,000 taels of silver, and built the Taoist temple for Xuan Xuanzi.

After Mr. Hong died, Xuan Xuanzi set up an everlasting lamp for him, crossed the difficult river bridge, and had a good birth in the future.

Who knows, as soon as the old gentleman was buried, the grave was dug up and the house was dug up.

Xuan Xuanzi came to the door to find the patriarch Hong Yuan to theorize, but was driven back by Hong Yuan, and Xuan Xuanzi went to report to the official again, and the government was not easy to interfere.

Now, the Hong family has finally suffered retribution, and they have invited Xuan Xuanzi.

Xuan Xuanzi's rescue of people is fake, and it is true to scare them.

Seeing that Hong Yuan was also here, Xuan Xuanzi said: "If you don't stop, don't say that Yin Virtue is gone, and even your life is gone, you have to do it yourself!" ”

Hong Yuan still didn't believe it.

That night, Hong Yuan's house was also haunted, and his wife, concubines, and children all saw it, including him.

He saw Mr. Hong, standing on the wall from afar, scolding him for being an unfilial descendant, and scolding him with blood and sweat.

Hong Yuan was also scared sick.

The next day, before Hong Yuan could gather his people, they all rushed to his house.

"Haunted, patriarch!" The people cried and shouted.

It turned out that it was not only Hong Yuan's house that was haunted.

At this moment, Hong Yuan himself was so frightened that he lost half his life, and he didn't dare to insist on digging the ground anymore.

He went to invite Xuan Xuanzi himself.

Xuan Xuanzi told them: "In the future, you must no longer touch the idea of the grave, every year in the middle of the Qingming month, you must bring sacrifices to worship, and the old gentleman will not come to trouble again."

Mr. Hong's old house was all filled in and restored to its original state. His spirit has been resting in the house, so don't come near. If you disturb him, he'll come out again. ”

There were several ghosts of the tribesmen who had been injured and had been making trouble all night, and now no one dared to question them.

During the day, they first went to the old man's grave to burn incense and kowtow, and then went to fill in the yard.

Xuan Xuanzi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why the hell is it haunted?" The Taoist chief had half a bucket of water, and he couldn't see the feng shui formation of the cemetery, so he was puzzled for a long time.

He had a hunch that someone was making trouble, but he didn't know who had such a big understanding.

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