"Why is that?" I don't have any scruples about saying that I can go to my parents.

"This thorn flower only grows on the mountain behind our village, the village people are buried in the back mountain when they die, we go to the grave once a year on the Qingming Festival, and rarely go on weekdays. There are graves everywhere in the back mountain, and it is very gloomy, so it is better not to go to the girl. ”

After the villager who led the way finished speaking, he didn't hear her response, and raised his head to look into Chi Jing's stunned eyes.

"You mean... The ancestral grave is full of thorns? ”

At this moment, she finally knew why their dreams had led them to stop her.

My good boy.

"But why do you let them crawl all over the graveyard?" Chi Jing still couldn't understand that these villagers felt that the cemetery was too gloomy, so they thought it was nice to have some flower decorations?

"At first, it was just one or two, but then it grew more and more, and then it grew again quickly. Over time, everyone is too lazy to care, anyway, they will clean it up every year on the Qingming Festival, and besides, these thorns can also prevent tomb robbers..."The villager who led the way didn't think there was anything.

"Take me to the back mountain." Chi Jing interrupted.

It is true that Dongli advocates Yishu, but there are almost no people who are proficient in the affairs of the Yin House.

No, maybe there is, but she hasn't met it yet. For example, the man behind the scene who buried the mirror in the ancestral grave of the Zhang family...

"This..."The girl in front of her knew that what he said earlier about the graveyard was gloomy or false, and prevented her from going to see the grave?

However, after all, it is the ancestral grave of the people in the village, and he is not the village head, so it is not appropriate to bring outsiders to the cemetery group in the village, right?

Seeing through his embarrassment, Chi Jing sneered: "You seem to have forgotten that it was you who begged me to stay, not me!" ”

"Xiao Qin." Silent all the time, quietly listening to the conversation between the two of them, the calmer blind old gentleman spoke.

"Elder Wang." Villager Xiao Qin hurriedly responded.

"Take the girl to the back mountain, what's the matter, I'll bear it." The blind man, who was known as Wang Lao, believed that God had his own intentions in arranging this way.

…

Stabbers, nails also. The nail is also a thorn in the eye.

It is not lucky to grow a small tree on the grave, as if someone has stepped on the top of your head. If it is a thorny plant, it is nothing if it can be plucked in time, but it can be allowed to thrive, and it can flourish and even cover the grave - that is a great evil!

The mild ones have blurred vision and even blindness, and the severe ones suffer from incurable diseases! Now all the ancestral graves in this village are full of thorns...

The reason why the villagers are losing their sight one after another is the biggest root cause!

Not long after, the village chief also rushed over when he heard the news, and his face was indescribably ugly.

"Girl." He first bowed respectfully and humbly explained his identity, and then raised the question that lingered in his heart when he rushed all the way over: "You say that the blindness of the villagers in this village is caused by these thorn flowers, is this true?" ”

Chi Jing nodded, did not look at him and did not answer, she was half-squatting on the ground at this time, carefully studying the so-called thorn flower in front of her.

What kind of flower is this? The thorny tree, from the roots to the branching soft branches, was covered with sharp thorns, and only at the top of the branch was a small grayish-yellow flower the size of a fingernail.

"But—" The village chief looked at the thorn trees that covered almost half of the mountain, "We clean them once a year when we sweep the graves..."

I clean it once a year, and I don't see everyone's eyes improve after cleaning. Not to mention this, a few years ago, when they were investigating the cause of blindness in the village, they also suspected these thorn flowers, and at that time they came to clean them once a month, and cut down all the thorns and did not allow them to reproduce, which was useless.

Chi Jing still didn't answer. She plucked a thorn flower and sniffed it lowly, contemplatively, the expression on her face becoming more and more solemn.

Finally, she threw down the flower in her hand, stood up, and finally faced the village chief, who looked much older than her actual age. "Open the coffin."

...

"Girl, what you said... What's on? The village chief didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked again.

"Open the coffin, now, immediately." I don't care about choosing an auspicious day, and it's almost noon right now, just right.

"Now? Will it be too fast? The village chief subconsciously responded, in fact, his mind was at a loss at this time, and he didn't even know what he was talking about. Open the coffin? Yes, he should be stopping the opening of the coffin, not the opening of the coffin...

"It's not fast, if you drag it on, you whole village... Uh-huh. Chi Jing snorted lightly and didn't say anything more.

The village chief snorted softly, only to feel a cold wind blowing from behind him. But although he is the village chief, the grave in front of him is not his family, and he can't do such a thing as digging up the ancestral grave and being angry with other gods!

"Then let's start digging up your ancestral grave first." Chi Jing was a little impatient, and said: "I don't dare to guarantee that you can solve the problem by opening the coffin, because I don't know what the situation of the coffins under these graves is, and it is very likely that it will not help to open the coffin." But as the village head, if you don't set an example, don't blame me for not saving me if something more serious happens in the future. ”

At the end of the day, she's just a passerby.

The village chief frowned in distress, the stakes were very high, and his waist, which was already slightly hunched due to old age, was even shorter. The idea of respecting the ancestors and never disturbing the peace of the ancestors was deep-rooted and could not be shaken, and after thinking about it, he finally chose to refuse: "Girl, I'm sorry, I really can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold wind blew again, and he suddenly sat down on the ground, and the thorns on the ground pierced his buttocks through his clothes. Hurt!

Xiao Qin next to Wang Lao hurriedly stepped forward and lifted him up under his armpits. As soon as the village chief stood up, a sudden thought crashed into his mind: it was not only him who hurt...

Not himself, who is that, who else would it be?

The village chief looked at the nearby cemetery with some horror.

...

The village chief wants to dig up his ancestral grave.

As soon as the news spread ten, ten and hundred, the whole village was a sensation. The unblind man supported the blind man, and the blind man put his hand on the shoulder of another blind man, and rushed to the village chief's house to dig the grave.

After death, people pay attention to entering the earth for safety, and it is disrespectful to open the coffin for no reason. Therefore, no one is curious why the village chief dug up his ancestral grave.

At this time, the family of the village chief was busy erecting a wooden frame next to the ancestral grave, and the coffin was opened at noon, and a red cloth needed to be propped up for shading. The feng shui master who came in a hurry couldn't stop it, and he had no choice but to turn over the victory, fortunately, although it was forbidden to marry and enter the house to make a bed today, it was appropriate to break ground and sacrifice.

One person danced with a hoe, and soon the coffin was revealed, and everyone knew that something was wrong when they saw the crack in the lid of the coffin.

Of course, the village chief also saw it, and the moment he saw the coffin lid, he already knew the intention of Miss Chi insisting on opening the coffin, and sweat flowed down his forehead. But he still continued to make a "open" gesture with a hint of luck.

"Ahh After priing open the lid of the coffin, the moment the lid of the coffin was lifted, the village chief took the lead in looking into the coffin, and couldn't help but see the darkness in front of his eyes, and he knelt down in front of the grave as soon as his feet were weak.