The drizzle is falling, the white mist is hazy, and the trees are tall and thick.

There was silence in the mountains and forests, except for the rustle of the drizzle of grass and blades, the sound of our footsteps, and the sound of heavy breathing.

It is often said that if after a person dies, on the day of the funeral, it is raining lightly and the fog is shrouded, it is the best day.

In the spring, there are many wildflowers blooming in the mountains.

The flowers are like stars in the night, hazy from afar, and clear from close.

Such a scene is like a paradise.

But at this time, we had no intention of enjoying the surrounding scenery, because the mountain road was muddy and slippery, and the old fat, who had always been big and grinning, fell.

His mouth was full of mud, his umbrella was broken, and Li Guofeng's god tablet was covered with mud and embarrassed.

I walked up quickly and lifted him up from the ground, and the latter spat out a mouthful of mud and was about to scold.

"Shhhh Be careful! ”

I made a silent gesture to Lao Fei, signaling that he didn't need to be angry, there was the coffin of the deceased Li Guofeng in front of us, and we should not talk nonsense in front of the dead.

I have suffered a loss, although I have experienced a lot of absurd and strange things these days, but not only has I not had the courage to grow, but I have more and more admiration for the traditional customs of the people.

Lao Fei glanced at the big red coffin that was being carried by four strong men in front of him, pursed his lips, picked up the broken umbrella and the tablet of the god lord from the ground, and continued to move forward.

The rain quickly soaked our clothes, and the rain-stained clothes clung to our skin, which was extremely uncomfortable.

In the spring warming season, we feel that it is getting colder and colder.

"Miss Yang, where is the new cemetery you are looking for? Why did you walk for so long and still haven't arrived? The old man began to complain that he had suffered some skin injuries from the fall just now.

Yan Xiaoying held a black spirit flag behind her, which was wet from the drizzle and hung down so heavily that it could not float.

"Didn't I tell you before? Although the feng shui of Heavenly Mountain is good, it is not so easy to guide his parents to find a tomb where yang energy gathers. Besides, I don't know much about Feng Shui, how long has it been since I set off, and I haven't finished the halfway journey, so you're so impatient? Yan Xiaoying replied angrily.

"Damn, why do you think this weather is wrong? It was fine last night, and it rained when it was said to rain, without any warning. Old Fat muttered.

"At the beginning of spring, it is the rainy season, the drizzle moistens things silently, and everything is revived by this rain, what's so strange? This matter has come to the last moment, don't drop the chain, hold on a little longer. I said to the old fat with a calm face.

As I spoke, one of the four strong men carrying the coffin in front of me suddenly let out an exclamation. It turned out that he was stepping on a puddle of mud under his feet and could not stand firmly.

His body shook and he was about to fall, and even the other three strong men shook one by one, and there was a strange sound in the coffin, as if the corpse was hitting the coffin wall.

"Steady, don't let the coffin fall to the ground!" The strong guy in the lead shouted.

I was closest to them at this time, and when I saw that something had changed, I didn't say a word at the moment, and stuffed the posthumous photo of Li Guofeng in my hand into Lao Fei's arms. He rushed over in three steps and two steps, reaching out to hold the red coffin.

With my help, the four of them finally stabilized their bodies, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, in addition to the strong men who carry the coffin, in order to avoid accidents on the way, someone has to help the coffin, and they are called coffin supporters. It's just that we don't have enough people, so there is no one to support the coffin.

The strong man was silent, and after stabilizing his body, he continued to move forward.

Ahead, the figures of the two masters loomed in the dense fog of the dense forest, and only the faint sound of the flute could be heard clearly.

Watching the Hercules carry the coffin, I glanced down at my palms, which were stained with red lacquer and a lot of viscous/thick liquid.

The liquid smelled of bad decay, the yellow water that flowed from the decomposing corpses.

Although the gap had been sealed with butter in advance, Li Guofeng's body had been stuffed in the coffin for many days, and it was the most perishable, and the yellow water still seeped out at this time.

The disgusting taste was so disgusting that I almost threw it up and bent down to wipe the yellow water on my hands on the yellow mud floor.

When I looked up, I found that the coffin carried by the strong guy in front of me had liquid dripping on the ground from time to time, I don't know if it was rain or yellow water?

For the sake of safety, I did not take back Li Guofeng's posthumous photo from Lao Fei's hands, but walked two steps quickly to catch up and act as the person supporting the coffin.

As the surrounding woods become denser, the fog thickens.

By the end, there was a drifting white fog everywhere, and visibility was only a few meters away.

One of the strong men and I were carrying a wooden pole, although after the little red snake got into the body, its strength increased a lot as Lin Miao said.

But after all, it was the first time to do this kind of work, although the strength was great, but I couldn't find the way, I was still so tired that I was panting, and there were water droplets on my face from time to time, and sweat and rain were mixed together.

The work of carrying the coffin is not only about strength, but also has many tricks for exerting force, and it also requires extraordinary endurance.

I gritted my teeth and persevered, the blood-red coffin in front of me, swaying as we walked, and I could hear the sound of the corpses inside hitting the walls of the coffin.

The smell of rotting corpses was all between my mouth and nose, but I had to gasp for air.

I have to admire the few strong guys next to me, this kind of work can persist in doing it all the time, and form a career. If I hadn't had to, I wouldn't have wanted to do it, even if I had to give me more money.

He took the time to wipe a handful of water that covered his eyes, and looked through the coffin to the front.

Not far ahead is a bamboo forest, which is not a thin bamboo in the green bamboo forest, each of which grows as thick as a thigh, reaching tens of meters high.

Our locals call this kind of bamboo the big head bamboo, also called the four seasons bamboo, because this kind of bamboo can grow fresh bamboo shoots all year round regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Like a willow tree, bamboo grows many small strips of paper at the knots, and there are many sharp needle-like thorns growing on them, which is often called bamboo thorns.

Each bamboo thorn is comparable to an iron needle, like a thorn, which can easily cut through a person's skin.

The dense bamboo forest, coupled with sharp bamboo thorns, could not have passed. But nature has created many incredible landscapes.

In the middle of the bamboo forest, there is a tunnel made of countless bamboo strips, and the inside is pitch black, and the ground is covered with thick bamboo skin that has fallen off the bamboo poles.

Following the route, we walked through this dense bamboo forest and could see a small river, and the new grave site of Yan Xiaoying and Li Chong was on the other side of the river.

The two of them had already walked in.

I followed with four strong men carrying the coffin.

Dense bamboo leaves cover the sky, and the ground under the bamboo forest looks dry.

Although there was no thick fog, the light was faint, and we had to be more cautious.

The bamboo bark covered in the ground is very slippery, and no one knows whether there are deep pits under the rotten and rotten branches and leaves. The most important point is the countless sharp thorns buried underneath, which can even pierce the soles of the feet if you accidentally step on them.

Fortunately, the bamboo forest did not cover a large area, and we quickly passed through it, but there was no change in our care.

Ahead, the Dingdong stream was flowing, and we could already see the fresh earth from the new grave on the other side of the stream.

It's just that when they came to the edge of the stream, the two masters who were leading the way in front stopped, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

"Why don't you leave?"

I nodded to the strong guy beside me, and walked up to ask the second master.

"The wooden bridge over which the creek was built here was washed away." The second master said in a deep voice.

"How is that possible? The wooden bridge was newly built by the strong guys, and there has been no heavy rain in the past few days, how can it be washed away by the current? We had walked by the day before when we were cutting bamboo. I frowned and looked down the stream, and sure enough, I saw the broken wooden bridge resting on the stones.

Although the stream in front of us is not big, the ravine is very deep, and we can't cross it at all with the coffin. But it will take a lot of work to rebuild the wooden bridge, and we are carrying a heavy coffin at the moment, and we cannot stop for a moment.

"Xiao Yan, you are familiar with this place, is there any other way to get there?" The second master asked me.

Seeing that the new grave was more than ten meters opposite, but we couldn't get to the opposite side, I frowned and thought hard. At this time, Yan Xiaoying caught up from behind and said, "Before, Li Chong and I came here to look for caves, and we have investigated the surroundings. About 100 meters upstream, there is a stone arch bridge, from which we can go to the opposite side. ”

Paradise Mountain is vast, and there are many places I haven't set foot in, and this is the place.

Listening to Yan Xiaoying's words, we didn't delay and carried the coffin upstream. A hundred meters away is not far, in order to save effort, plus the materials for building more bridges on the mountain, and there is enough time, so he did not go upstream, let alone find the stone arch bridge that Yan Xiaoying said.

I don't know when the stone arch bridge was built, the surface is covered with moss, and the bushes are covered, so it's really hard to spot if you don't pay attention.

We climbed the stone arch bridge and soon came to the opposite side of the creek, and then followed the creek downstream.

The wooden bridge that had been built earlier was washed away by the current for no reason, and we thought something would happen, but when we walked through the dense grass and came to the new grave, there was no accident.

It's just that I've been a little uneasy in my heart.

The four strong men shouted, and with a dull sound, the coffin fell to the ground.

Behind him, Lao Fei put the tablet of the god lord in front of the grave, and Yan Xiaoying and Lin Miao untied the spirit banner cloth and threw it aside.

Although it was close to the river, there was no water under the coffin pit, but it looked dry.

According to the instructions of the second master, Lin Miao and I, as well as Lao Fei, had already cut down a lot of bamboo and placed them on both sides of the new tomb the day before.

The second master didn't say much, and stuffed the bamboos under the coffin pit one by one, arranging them neatly.

After a delay of half an hour, we looked into the pit and found that the bamboo in the pit was dense and the soil was almost invisible.

"Alright, you can go in and put the coffin down."

With concerted efforts, the coffin was lowered into the pit and pushed in.

Before returning to the earth, the second master spread a layer of bamboo on top of the coffin, then chanted the scriptures, and then took out a nine-palace gossip mirror and put it on the coffin.

When we were done, we filled in the earth and returned to the pit, planted the mourning sticks in front of the grave, and bowed before leaving.

Back at the reservoir, the two of them hurried down the mountain with their things.

I called out to them and wanted to keep them for lunch, but the second master shook his head with a smile and said, "We are busy with affairs, we have to go to another village tonight to work, so we will stay soon." ”

Afterwards, the four strong men carried the wooden poles they used to eat and went down the mountain.

Mother Li had woken up, and the two slaughtered a chicken, and carried the sacrifice up the mountain in the drizzle to restore the grave and encircle the wall.

It was freezing, so we drank the chicken soup they left behind while it was hot and walked up to the embankment to tear down the funeral shed.

The mourning shed was dismantled, wet clothes were changed, and several people gathered in the hall and made a charcoal fire.

"Damn, it's finally over, I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight." Lao Fei drank wine and smoked a cigarette.

I also breathed a sigh of relief and said: "A funeral cost more than 100,000 yuan in total, although there was heavy bleeding, but fortunately, Li Guofeng's family was calmed down." This money should be regarded as a ruin of wealth and disaster. ”

Although I said this, I still felt a pain in my heart, the money left by the old man had been spent, and the meager salary paid from above was not enough to survive.

"The matter hasn't passed yet, I will help you pay more attention to Li Guodong's movements in the next few days, and notify you as soon as there is news." Yan Xiaoying said.