Chapter Eighty-Five: The Spring Breeze Has Passed, and There Is No Trace

The place that Lu Weimin pointed to was the direction of the village, and I could see that it was Wei Jianjun's house.

"Old Lu, do you mean that Wei Hongqu is buried in the courtyard of Wei Jianjun's house?"

Lao Tzu died and was buried in the courtyard of his son's house, which I have never heard of, and I can't help but be a little surprised.

But I never thought that what Lu Weimin said next would surprise me.

"Lao Wei was not buried in Jianjun's house, but in his own home, and not buried in the ground."

Not underground?

"That's ......"

"Upper."

Lu Weimin pointed to the sky, and a little sadness appeared on his old face.

Topmost?

I fell silent, Wei Hongqu was buried on top of his own house, then there is only one explanation, the roof.

But how do you bury people on the roof?

Unless......

As soon as I thought of this, Lu Weimin opened his mouth again.

"When Lao Wei died after eating longevity noodles, their family didn't know what to do at that time, and at this time, the Taoist priest who took us to fight the drought appeared again, and said that the final cause and effect was broken."

"That night, I went over to help and rebuilt the roof, you should know now, right?"

"Mezzanine?"

This kind of burial method is really the first time I've seen it, is there anything special about it?

"That's right, it's the mezzanine." Lu Weimin nodded, "According to that Taoist priest, the town weapon is buried in the ground, which can prevent the resentment of the drought from shuttling. The corpse is buried on the roof of the house, which can resist the injustice from the sky. Only in this way can the Wei family be safe for nine generations in the future. At the time, I thought it was ridiculous, but now I can only admire. ”

"Old Lu, I understand."

Now, I've got the whole thing out of the way.

The drought is a ghost that has not come out for a hundred years.

Its strength, its number of lives, I don't know how many times stronger than ordinary evil spirits.

The cause and effect of being tainted with it is not something that can be easily shaken off.

So, the Taoist gave them a choice.

The method used is all in the words yin and yang.

The ballast is yin, and itself is yang.

The ballast is buried deep in the bottom, and its own home is covered, and the cycle is mutually beneficial, so as to preserve the vein of the Wei family.

The fundamental reason why Wei Hongqu sacrificed his life span after the age of thirty was not lifespan, but the word yang.

As the old saying goes, thirty is a very special age group, which means a watershed in life.

Just like the human body, there are thirty-one hurdles, and the next year is not as good as one year.

The same is true of the sun in the body.

It doesn't matter if it's yang energy, it's still yang fire.

That Dao Leader knew one thing very well, Wei Hongqu was vigorous in his body thirty years ago, and he could blend with the ballast to achieve a balanced situation.

However, once the thirty has passed, the yang in Wei Hongqu's body will inevitably be worse day by day.

In this way, there will be an imbalance between yin and yang, giving the drought's persistent obsession an opportunity.

Thinking about this, while admiring the Taoist leader, I also have some respect for Wei Hongqu, who has been deceased for many years.

In the village, he is an outstanding villager.

Whether it's for money or not, dare to stand up and fight drought, this quality is extremely valuable.

Yu wife, who does not hesitate to take risks for the sake of the family, is an iron-clad man.

For the children, for their healthy growth, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own life, which truly interprets the father's love like a mountain.

In addition, the ancestors and ancestors who passed away, Wei Hongqu can afford the name of filial son and grandson.

But such a person cannot enter the ancestral grave after death. Not only that, but it is also immortal.

For whoever sacrifices will be forsaken by heaven and earth.

In comparison, Lu Weimin in front of him seemed much smaller.

I felt something, and he also knew it, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"I know you look down on me, in fact, I look down on myself, but isn't life like this, who can guarantee not to go the wrong way and not make the wrong choice? In the face of death, how many people can accept it calmly? ”

“……”

I didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say.

The word life is too heavy, and others have no right to point fingers.

"Boy, now that the ballast has been taken away, then Lao Wei's corpse will inevitably be used by others. Moreover, the purpose is extremely sinister. ”

"Do you know who?"

"I don't know."

"And how do you know its purpose?"

"Of course I do." As he spoke, Lu Weimin looked at the forest, "I participated in the fight against drought fish back then, and I remember its breath and taste. When I was passing by just now, I smelled it again. ”

"What does that mean?"

"It shows that its remnants are still there, and it still wants to cause trouble, and it also wants to harm the people who live here."

Smelled again?

Frowning, I also looked at the woods.