March 3, 1997, the first day of the lunar calendar.

Shangsi, refers to the first day of March in the summer calendar in the Ganzhi calendar, which can be traced back to the late Spring and Autumn Period, but after the Song Dynasty, science prevailed, and this festival gradually declined in the Han culture.

In addition, there is another name for this day - Halloween!

Nothing in the yang world is appropriate, but the yin is continuous, but it coincides.

It was drizzling in the sky, and at midnight, a rickety old man climbed up the grave mountain of Linjia Village with a covered mud altar in his arms.

When the old man reached the top of the tomb mountain, he stopped, rubbing the mud altar as if he was holding a treasure, and a phosphorus fire flashed, which just reflected a touch of poison in his eyes.

"The terrain is surrounded by mountains, two low and one high, with the highest west mountain, supplemented by two mountains in the north and south, there is a flow of water below, this natural pattern of two children protecting the corpse, as long as my corpse is underwater, within many days, the best place to raise the corpse will be!"

The old man's compassionate words, if someone else was present, would surely shudder.

"Daddy! Why are you leaving—"

A sharp cry erupted from the Lin family village, and at the same time, a thunderclap streaked across the night sky.

For a while, many men, women, and children came out of the house and walked to the source of the sound.

Linjia Village is not big, it is a small village in the early fifties, there are a total of about 100 households in it, there are more people with the surname Lin in the village, so it is called Linjia Village, and now, the households in it have not increased much, and more young people have chosen to leave their hometowns to develop in the city.

This sudden cry made the old man in the cemetery squint his eyes, pinched his fingers, and couldn't help but say to himself: "The corpse is just beginning, and there is no finishing touch, but the person in Linjia Village died at the right time." ”

The old man didn't say anything more, and with a wave of his knife, he cut the lid of the mud altar, and suddenly a foul smell emanated from the altar.

This burst of foul smell, even the old man, who has been dealing with ghosts all the year round, couldn't help frowning, covering his mouth and nose, and putting the mud altar upside down on the ground, the corpse went to the ground, and the graveyard was cloudy.

As the yin qi of the cemetery flourished, the old man picked up the little fingernail of his right hand and slashed it down on the palm of his left hand, and blood gushed out from a flush wound, and the soil under the corpse seemed to sense the old man's blood, and it was like a pulse beating up and down.

The old man pressed his hands on the beating dirt.

"The sky is dark, the Styx is the blackest, the gate of heaven and earth, the corpse is turned into a grave, it is obviously humane, the ghost gate, the poor and the ghostly, the blue and yellow spring, the big corpse and the little ghost, the edict of respect, urgent as the law!"

As the old man's spell fell, the dirt stopped beating.

After everything was done, the old man took out a piece of white silk from his body, wrapped the wound, and quietly went down the mountain while the night was dark.

The old man of the Lin family died newly, and the funeral lasted for three days, according to the customs of the village, as soon as the money was burned, it was time to go on the road.

……

After more than a month of peace, the Lynch family came out of the grief of losing a loved one.

In late July, when the weather was hot, a seven-year-old boy squatted at the door and watched his father chopping firewood, when suddenly a burst of warmth hit his mouth and nose, screamed and fainted to the ground.

Hearing this scream, Lynch hurriedly turned around, only to see his son Lin Su's mouth and nose constantly bubbling with black blood, and he was already unconscious and collapsed to the ground.

"Su Yanzi? Su Yanzi? ”

Lynch hurriedly picked up his son, and the touch of his hand almost made him throw the child back on the ground, but fortunately, his eyes were quick.

It's obviously dog days, and my own child is as cold as ice, and there are beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What's going on? What happened to Su Yanzi? Liu Lan hurriedly ran out of the kitchen with a spatula, and when she saw her child like this, her face changed greatly.

"You cook first, and I'll take Su Yanzi to Liu Xiucai's house." Lynch shook his head and whispered to his wife.

Liu Xiucai is not a Xiucai Lin family does not know, the only thing that is certain is that he is the most knowledgeable person in these ten miles and eight villages, and he also knows a lot about medical skills.

Lynch ran out of the village with Lin Su in his arms, climbed over a hill, came to a wooden house, and knocked on the door.

"Uncle Xiucai, help! My Su Yanzi is going to die! Lynch shouted for help, and in less than an hour, Lynch clearly felt that his child was breathing more and less breathing.

"Which one killed the talent, demolished the house, didn't you?" An old man came out of the room with a smirk, carrying a book of unknown meaning in his hand, the pages still upside down.

"Uncle Xiucai, take a look at my Su Yanzi, she was fine an hour ago, and suddenly that's it." Lynch cried and hugged Lin Su in front of Liu Xiucai.

"What's the panic? Zi is silent...... Forget it, you don't understand it, let the old man take a look. Liu Xiucai waved his hand and didn't care, most of the countryside is patriarchal, every time a boy is sick, there is a big fart like a dead mother, he is used to it.

Looking closer, Lin Su's pale little face came into view, and Liu Xiucai's brows couldn't help frowning.

Lynch didn't dare to ask out loud, for fear of disturbing Liu Xiucai to see a doctor, but in fact, he was so anxious that he could only stare at the other party.

"Are you a little cub in Linjia Village? Can the dead person last month have anything to do with your family? After the tea, Liu Xiucai asked.

Most of the ten miles and eight villages will come to him if they have some problems, which makes Liu Xiucai only have a vague impression of many people, but the one who can call him Uncle Xiucai should live near here.

"Yes, I'm from Linjia Village, Uncle Xiucai, and it was my father who died last month." Lynch hurriedly replied.

"I'll listen to the birthday report." As soon as Liu Xiucai heard Lynch report a "winter moon in the year of his own year", the book in his hand hit him on the head: "The year of his own year? Your dad was born in '91? ”

Lynch smiled wryly, My son is sick, who knows that you are asking about my father? Hurriedly changed his words.

After listening to the birthday words given by Lynch, Liu Xiucai glanced at Lin Su, put down the sentence "stay still", turned around and walked into the house quickly.

I don't know what the other party is selling, Lynch also has a little fire in his heart, and his heart is horizontal, so he wants to take steps to find the second cow next door to borrow oil donkey, it's a big deal to run a night road to the provincial capital, his son's illness is important!

With all his thoughts together, Lynch walked out.

"Stand! Who told you to go? ”

At this moment, there was a scolding from behind Lynch, and I saw Liu Xiucai walking out with a bowl of white slurry water that I didn't know what it was.

"Uncle Xiucai, who are you?" Lynch looked at the white slurry, and it didn't look like medicine left and right.

"This is glutinous rice water, I suspect that your kid is poisoned!" Liu Xiucai didn't care about Lynch's suspicious look, raised his hand and wiped a few beads of sweat on Lin Su's forehead, and bounced it into the glutinous rice water.

For a while, the water was sizzling and smelly.