The old stall stared and said, "How many rules do the countrymen have?" Do you like to eat or not, if you don't eat, get out of me. ”

I shrunk my neck, didn't dare to say anything more, quickly smiled, and asked again, "Uncle Tan...... Oh no, Uncle Tan, I just spotted a group of people in shrouds passing by in the village......"

Before I finished speaking, the old man was stunned when he heard it, and Huo Ran stood up from the chair.

I was startled, I don't know what happened to the old man?

The old man approached me, stared at me, and said, "Do you see them?" ”

Seeing the old stall's reaction so violently, it was as if I saw those people and it was very unexpected for him.

But I did see it, and I didn't have to lie about it.

I nodded heavily, indicating that what I said was true.

The old stall shook his head and muttered to himself: "Impossible, you saw them, but why did they ......?"

As he spoke, the old stall suddenly approached me again.

There was a strong smell of dry smoke on his body, which hit my nose and made me cough. I was too embarrassed to cough out, so I had to endure it, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

The old stall came up to me, stretched out his dry hands like eagle's talons, and groped around me.

Tan ...... Uncle Tan, ...... you are?"

"Did you have anything on you to ward off evil spirits?" The old stall asked as he touched it.

"Evil spirits...... I turned my mind, and then I took out the Five Emperors coin that the third uncle gave me on my chest, and asked, "Is this thing counted?"

This Five Emperors coin, the third uncle once told me not to show it easily. Because he doesn't know how many people in this world will covet it. Once revealed, it may suffer from unwarranted disasters.

But this old stall saved my life, and I wouldn't have been able to get out of the fog without him. And he gave me the impression that although he was a little more temperamental, he didn't look like a bad person. So I didn't hesitate to take out the Five Emperors coin.

As soon as the old stall saw the ancient money, his eyes suddenly lit up. The gaze was also drawn to the past.

Seeing his expression, I suddenly regretted it a little. He wouldn't have had other intentions for the coin, would he?

I subconsciously shrank back.

The old stall realized that he was a little out of shape, so he sighed and said, "It turns out that you have something to ward off evil spirits, and it seems that this thing saved you......"

"Uncle Tan, why do you say that? What the hell is going on with those people? I was taken aback and hurried to ask for clarification.

"They're all dead."

I nodded, and I wasn't surprised at all. Are there any big people walking around in shrouds in the middle of the night?

The old stall head continued: "There is a custom on our side that after death, people will not be buried in the ancestral grave, but will go to the mountains on our side to practice cliff burial. ”

"Cliff burial?" When I heard that, it was very fresh. I've heard of earth burials, sea burials, and even tree burials. However, I have never heard of such a form as a cliff burial.

The old stall nodded and motioned for me to continue listening.

"Cliff burials are actually very easy to understand. That is, after the person dies, we do a ritual and throw the body from the top of the mountain

Descend the cliff. The practice of cliff burial is a long-standing tradition in our place, which seems to have begun in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. ”

I grinned, and it felt incredible. Generally speaking, when a loved one dies in the family, the descendants will take special care of the corpse, so in most areas, the corpse should be put into the coffin and buried in the ground. This corpse is thrown off the cliff, and it must not be broken to pieces? Isn't that a desecration of the corpse?

However, I know that some places have strange customs and many taboos. So I didn't dare to ask even though I had a lot of questions.

The old stall saw my thoughts, he first filled another pot of cigarettes without hurrying, and after a few puffs, explained to me: "The custom of cliff burial is that the higher the top of the mountain where the cliff burial is practiced, the higher the specification of the cliff burial. The bodies of the deceased are thrown down from the mountain peaks, and the souls are baptized in the air by the mountain wind and purified. Naturally, the longer the fall, the higher the degree of purification. When the corpse falls to the bottom, it usually falls to pieces, and these pieces of meat will be eaten by the dogs, leaving only some residual bones, which will be kept by the family for worship. ”

It was the first time I had heard of this strange burial custom, but I was in a cold sweat when I heard it.

I suddenly remembered the dead man walking in the mist, and asked, "But why weren't the people I met buried?" ”

The old stall leader glanced at me: "Who said they weren't buried in a cliff?" ”

"But their bodies ...... Clearly...... It's still intact......"

"That's because all you see is their ghosts. And their bodies have been reassembled and carried to the mountain again......" the old stall said nonchalantly.

I was greatly shocked when I heard it, almost everything that the old stall said tonight was beyond my knowledge, and it was something new that I had never heard of.

"For ...... Why spell it well? Won't their carcasses be gnawed by mountain dogs? "I simply broke the casserole and asked, since I came, I had to ask clearly. Maybe you can judge the news of the third uncle and the two couriers.

"That's because...... Alas, don't just ask, you eat...... Think the pancakes at my stall are not delicious? The old stall finished smoking a pot of cigarettes, knocked the cigarette bag pot with the sole of his shoe, and pointed to the pancake in my hand.

"Alas, it's delicious, I'll eat it." I tried not to think about the scene where the old stall was, and stuffed a few mouthfuls of pancakes into my mouth.

That's because not all of the dead who were buried in cliffs died in their lives. There are many people who have died horizontally, such as car accidents, being killed, or having depression in their hearts before death, etc., after these people die, because their souls are still lingering on the left and right of the corpse, although the body is broken, but the wild dog does not dare to eat. So the flesh of these people will still be intact, but it will be in pieces. Therefore, after three days of burial, the family of the deceased will go to the bottom of the cliff to search for the body, and if the body is still there, they will ask the bone collector to pick up the body and broken bones, and then find a sewing artist to re-stitch the body. After the resentment of the deceased is to be eliminated, another cliff burial will be carried out on a certain day. Until the dead

until the flesh is eaten by the mountain dogs. ”

When I heard this, it dawned on me that this was really a long-term experience.

The old stall boss then told me: "The people you just saw in the fog are the ones whose bodies have been put together, and the ghosts have been led by the soul banner to go back to the cliff for burial. When they reach the mountain, they will re-enter their bodies and be buried. Some of them are nearing their third burial. We practice cliff burial here every six months, on the 13th day of the third month of the lunar calendar and the 7th day of the ninth lunar month. ”

I glanced at my phone, and the calendar on it showed the seventh day of the ninth lunar month.

(End of chapter)

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