In the evening, it was raining heavily, and the north wind was howling and almost freezing people to death, so I shrunk my neck and went to the village.

Find a place to stay for one night and go up the mountain tomorrow morning.

And this time I entered the village, I didn't feel right.

It's pitch black, it's just dark, and it's not time to go to bed.

"Could it be that the snow is too big, and I can't help the cold, and I'm lying on the covers." I was looking left and right and muttering, and suddenly I noticed a glimmer of light in front of me.

It was a small, tiny light that flashed around a corner.

"Huh?" I looked, and ran for the light.

When I walked around the corner, I saw a lot of people.

There were many, many people, in front of them was a round deep pit, the pit was full of snowfall, and occasionally the raised ice surface was exposed, and dozens of people burned paper around the edge of the pit, and there was an upside-down basin in front of them, and the expression on their faces was very reverent.

And more villagers gathered together in groups of three or five, watching the excitement from afar.

The whole scene was silent, and no one spoke.

"What are you doing here?" I looked, approached a pile of people and asked.

"Is it to send paper to a loved one?" Seeing that no one was paying attention to me, I asked again.

If you want to end the year, it is normal for each family to burn paper for their deceased relatives, but it is also to the grave, or at the intersection of the village, right, why is this collective sacrifice pit by the big pit?

"Who are you, passerby?" As I asked, a woman accosted me.

"Well, eldest sister, what are you doing here, it's too cold, I want to find a family to stay in, Ao, don't live in vain, I'll give money, give money." Hearing someone talk, I quickly spoke.

"Wait a minute, when the sacrifice is over, you go with my house, just me, it's convenient." The woman looked at me and said.

"Oh, okay." I thought about it, didn't ask more, and waited.

It had been more than an hour before the so-called sacrifice ended, and the paper-burning villagers lifted the small basin in front of them, stood up to extinguish the fire, and walked back.

"So much goodies?" I looked, and screamed.

Those small upside-down pots are full of sacrificial chicken, duck and fish, as well as a lot of fruits, but they are rich enough.

"Let's go, little sister, what's your name, why do you walk alone at night, and you're not afraid of any danger in this heavy snow?" As the sacrifice ended, the woman called out to me to go.

"Ao, my name is Cao Hongliu, I went out to join my relatives, I happened to pass by here, and it was getting late, so I thought about going to the village to stay." I followed up with a sentence.

"Well, you're bold enough, you're hungry, haven't you eaten yet, I'll make you a bowl of hot noodle soup when you get home, warm your body, and see how pitiful you are frozen." When the woman heard this, she was very enthusiastic.

"Sister-in-law Qu, when will Qiao's second daughter-in-law give birth?" And at this time, a middle-aged man chased after him from behind.

"It should be tomorrow night, almost, I went to check, and I just had a bit of a production." As the man asked, the woman said.

"Ao Ao, okay, then it's all troublesome sister-in-law, I'll go back to sleep." The man gave me a few glances and turned to leave.

"Our village chief, the second daughter-in-law of Qiao in the village is going to give birth, he is asking." As the man walked, the woman explained to me.

"O'O." I answered and took a look, this village chief is still nosy, whose daughter-in-law gives birth, he still has to ask.

"It's here, it's here, the girl is coming in, I'm poking the stove, I'm just out of the house, and I'm going to put wet coals on it." As I walked into a small courtyard, the woman unlocked the door and let me in.

I sat on a hot kang and looked at the hut, and I saw a black-and-white portrait hanging on the north wall.

A portrait of a young man, with a smile on his face, looking ahead, as if he was staring at something.

And on the cabinet below is an incense burner bowl, which is filled with incense roots.

"Venus shines on people, Mingtang is open and left and right, and there are dragons and tigers with wide embraces, its momentum is fierce and Wangding, how did this Wangdinge write this?" I looked at the couplets written in black and yellow on both sides of the posthumous photo, and chattered.

Wangdinge, originally a paper mantra to be burned on the grave by people who are not prosperous, that is, when people die and are buried, burn in front of the coffin, and bless future generations Ding Xingxing, how did it come to be written here.

"How about it, it's a lot warmer, come on, eat a bowl of hot noodle soup, and immediately warm it from the heart out, and it will be completely relieved." The woman came in with a pot of steaming noodle soup and greeted me.

"Thank you, eldest sister, for your trouble." I hurried down to the ground and helped set the table.

"What's the trouble, it's a hands-on thing, it's late in winter, my neck is long, and I can't sleep so much." The woman smiled and gave me a face.

"My sister is living alone?" I ate the hot noodle soup and asked the woman.

"Yes, my life is not good, just after the second year, the dead ghost of my family left me and left, not even a child left, thinking that I would leave another family while I was young, but this dead ghost in my family is in charge of living personnel, and I am not allowed to marry at all, no way, that's it." Listening to my question, the woman looked at the portrait on the wall and said.

"The dead are in charge of the living, who told you, and who wrote it to my sister in addition?" I looked, and pointed to the wall.

"Wangdinga...... What Wangdinga, Ao, my sister said that the elegiac couplet was written by someone myself. ”

When the woman heard this, she said, "I dreamed night and night that I saw the dead ghost of my house, and he told me that it was written, and that it was good to keep me alive." ”

"Also, I think five or six years have passed, my life is very peaceful, but a person is not boring, the day is reversed, do work, and then the east and west of the nagging, it will be sent away, but the night is difficult, I will not be able to sleep for a while, the lonely lamp is oblique, and I don't know when it is a head."

"Dream every night...... Tell you to write this Wanger? "I looked, and screamed.

"What's Wangdinger, sister, you know this?" When the woman heard this, she asked me.

"Well, don't hide it from my sister, I'm from the Xiangtang." I listened and said.

"Ah...... I said, why is my sister so bold, dare to walk the black road alone, oops, go to the incense hall, go to the incense hall, that is, to carry a lot of immortals and Buddhas? ”

When the woman heard this, she was shocked and said: "Just now, I didn't dare to tell my sister the truth, for fear of scaring my sister, in our village, it is a lot of evil, and it has not stopped for so many years." ”

"Huh?" As soon as I heard this, I quickly pulled the soup from the bowl and motioned for the woman to speak.

"The sacrifice just now was made for Qiao's second daughter-in-law, otherwise she wouldn't be able to give birth to this child, and it would be impossible to fix one corpse and two lives, this is a village rule that cannot be broken."

Looking at my expectant eyes, the woman said, "Our village is called Chuanmi Village, and it is said to have a history of thousands of years. ”

"Hundreds of households outside the village in the village, divided into three places to live, from here to the southeast, southwest each five or six miles, there are hundreds of households, three villages stand on their feet, I heard that this is the ancestral feng shui layout, is unbreakable."

"The marriage between the three villages, and the growing population, were fine, but just seven or eight years ago, a woman in the village drowned, and she drowned in the big pit where she had just sacrificed, and she was pregnant for nine months, and she was about to give birth, and she fell into the pit and drowned in a short time."

"Well, what then?" When I heard it, I asked.

Feng Shui layout, this is not strange.

Especially at the foot of the mountains, the village pays attention to the shade and feng shui on the living terrain to avoid the evil of the mountains.

This is not static, it will change at any time according to the invasion of feng shui, as well as changes in the earth's surface, and the transfer of celestial phases and stars.

Therefore, the ancestors have developed a three-legged feng shui formation to cope with the changes of nature, which is a great wisdom.

"Then the man died, and according to the rules, the man stopped directly on the edge of the pit, burned the paper that night, and buried it in the grave early in the morning."

Listening to my question, the woman said, "But who knew that on the night of the burial, the big qin came back, with a big belly and water." ”

"Ao, the drowning pregnant woman is called Da Qinzi, she is the daughter-in-law of Chuan Jiezi at the head of the village, and Chuan Jiezi was frightened at that time, and the whole village shouted people, asking what to do?" As she spoke, the woman explained.

"Uh, I'm back with a lot of water...... Didn't you change your clothes when you were buried? When I heard this, I asked......