This acupuncture person does not enter the three religions and does not enter the ninth stream. is generally born as a single, and in addition to gall, it is strength. I don't have any big skills, but I also have a special idea of digging graves, and I bring a compass to verify the direction before digging the grave, whether there is anything unusual and many other links.

Zhong Mingfa, a cave cutter in the back mountain of Tongchuan County, was unlucky today and received a job, which was said to be digging a grave for a widow.

Moonlight, panicked. The white moonlight illuminates the surroundings as bright as day. Zhong Mingfa came to the wasteland with a hoe on his shoulder. A bag of cigarettes is naturally indispensable, slow smoking, slow gessing, picking up the compass and carefully setting the direction.

The acupuncture points were found, and Zhong Mingfa began to work. There is a particular thing here, not that the graves of anyone have to be dug in the middle of the night, except for widows. The rest don't seem to have this kind of exquisiteness, Zhong Mingfa complained to himself while working.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap explosion, which startled Zhong Mingfa to stop what he was doing, erected two big ear wheels like two fans, and listened to what other movements were after the thunderbolt.

Sure enough, Zhong Mingfa is worthy of being a cave slasher who has been doing it for many years, and he knows very well that there must be something abnormal in this extraordinary clear sky thunderbolt. That's why I heard what seemed to be a baby's mouth, babbling and babbling.

When Zhong Mingfa heard the voice, he climbed out of the bottom of the pit to the ground without saying a word. The whisper was louder, as if it was nearby.

Zhong Mingfa tiptoed to find the sound, and when he followed the sound to find the location, he was stunned. His grandmother's, the whisper came from under a tombstone.

What is it? A big question mark popped up in Zhong Mingfa's brain, and he bent down and stretched out his rough hand to pull open the artemisia grass in front of the tombstone. Good boy! In the bright moonlight, a chubby baby with limbs and babbling in the artemisia grass appeared in front of him.

Seeing such a cute little guy, Zhong Mingfa couldn't be moved. He did not hesitate to pick up the child and look around, seeing that there was nothing unusual, and he didn't even bother to take the household goods that were left on the edge of the tomb, so he hurried home.

Zhong Mingfa's home is three thatched houses made of adobe walls. Under the baptism of time, the walls cracked one after another with terrible cracks that stretched and opened. In the summer, it was fine, but in the winter, the house was bitterly cold, and he had to use some worn rags to plug the cracks in the windy walls.

In the middle of the hall, there is a portrait of a strange man with a leopard head and ringed eyes, an iron face and sideburns, and a strange and ugly appearance. Speaking of which, some people may be surprised, others are worshipping immortals, Guanyin statues, how can this Zhong Mingfa enshrine such a strange portrait.

But don't forget, he Zhong Mingfa is dry to cut holes, and the so-called hole cutting is actually digging graves for people. He earns very little wages, but he is alone all his life, unable to start a family or marry a wife.

This portrait is the portrait of Zhong Kui, the king of ghosts, who he thinks is his ancestor.

A single man, with a family surrounded by walls, now has a chubby baby, and is a man. Zhong Mingfa was as excited as if he had picked up a treasure, and as soon as he got home, he walked to the enshrined portrait with the baby in his arms, and knelt down with a plop and burst into tears.

"O Ancestors! Thank you for giving me a living treasure with a handle, I will definitely bring him to adulthood, and I will not disappoint your old man's gift. ”

The portrait moved with the wind, as if acquiescing to Zhong Mingfa's prayers and thanks, and the baby in his arms was indeed well-behaved, and he didn't say a word since he was carried into the house. From time to time, he smiled at Zhong Ming.

What should you name your child? Zhong Mingfa, who was illiterate in big characters, was overjoyed, but also made another difficulty. He once again looked at the portrait with a pleading gaze, which fluttered in the wind.

After settling the child and continuing to work, Zhong Mingfa boiled corn paste and fed it to the baby. The child kept sucking and swallowing, and even ate a small bowl of corn paste.

The baby's appetite is like anything else, Zhong Mingfa is more and more happy, after settling the baby. Quickly lock the door and go to work.

The village is not big, and the news spreads very quickly, and the news that Zhong Mingfa picked up the baby soon spread to the corners and corners. Kind-hearted people, come to take a look, touch it, and bring rice noodles and cloth pieces for feeding the baby by the way.

There are also good things that women who like to chew their tongues and run to see the news, and when they have read it, they shout nonsense; Zhong Mingfa must have hooked up with a widow in the village and gave birth to such a small evil seed.

There are even rumors who take the opportunity to play tricks and say that the baby is born of a monster, otherwise how could it appear under the tombstone of the dead?

Zhong Mingfa ignored these and those statements, but he was angry when he said that the child was a monster. He scolded the rumor-mongers and jumped to his feet. Others are taboo about his industry, and no one dares to give him a hard time, otherwise he curses your eight-generation ancestors with a word, and then he can't eat and walk away.

After some things, Zhong Mingfa became more and more fond of the baby and took care of it carefully.

On this day, a Taoist priest with silver hair and a silver beard came, holding a whisk in his hand, staring at Zhong Mingfa like a torch for a long time before he spoke: "This is not your child, he is against your fate, how about you give me the child if you want?" ”

When Zhong Mingfa heard this, he stopped doing it, phew! Why isn't this child my own? Do you know what I'm doing? Do you know what the acupuncture is for? It is to dig graves for the dead. I'm not afraid of any demons and monsters, and I'm afraid of Raushzi. Thank you for your advice, don't send it!

Get! Zhong Ming's words choked the Taoist priest for a while, and finally had to leave the Zhong family in a huff.

This night, Zhong Mingfa had a strange dream. The portrait hanging in his hall appeared unusual, and the person in the portrait actually walked out. said to him: "The child was picked up by you, so naturally it is with your surname, so call him Zhong Kui (馗)!"

"I can't do it~ I can't help it, how can I give my ancestor a name!" Zhong Mingfa was so shocked that he was sweating, and he kowtowed vigorously and shouted.

"Might as well ~ Might as well!" The people in the portrait are pleasant.

The old ancestor spoke, how dare Zhong Mingfa disobey, he had to thank him. Just as he was prostrating, his head hit the earthen wall, and he woke up at once.

Zhong Mingfa, who woke up, felt that this dream was too real and too strange. So he turned over and lit the kerosene lamp on the wooden cabinet at the head of the bed, and brought the kerosene lamp to the hall to take care of the old ancestor in the portrait.

This look really startled Zhong Mingfa, in the past, no matter how he looked at the old ancestor, he looked fierce and vicious. His grandmother's, now looks like a complete smile.

And this smile is very similar to the one in the dream just now, Zhong Mingfa didn't dare to look at it again, so he hurriedly burned incense and worshipped.

Zhong Mingfa still didn't dare to name the child Zhong Kui directly, but used a homophone font, which he spent a few cents and asked the readers in the village to help show it.

Zhong Mingfa likes Zhong Kui, but he is afraid of melting in his mouth, and he is afraid that it will hurt if he pinches it in the palm of his hand.

picked up a chubby son for nothing, Zhong Mingfa was of course overjoyed. There are many more things he didn't expect, this son has gone through thousands of tribulations, and in the course of his later life, he has made a shocking legend of ghosts and gods.

Not only were all kinds of demons and monsters subdued by him, but even the ghosts hidden in the deepest part of the human race were very afraid of him.