I shook my head and said I didn't know, I didn't know which generation it was that migrated, and I didn't bother to inquire, but I knew that our family and Kong Xian's family had moved here before, and how many generations had passed.

Kong Xian explained: "Your Mu family should not be the earliest, the earliest is Uncle Bo's ancestors, and our Kong family is the last." Before the three of us came to this village, there was a strange phenomenon in this village, that is, when it rained, there would be water in the house, no matter how well the waterproofing was done and how high the foundation was filled, it was useless, anyway, the water was installed in the middle of the hall and did not go out. ”

"And such a thing? Does it have anything to do with geological structures? I asked incredulously.

"No, it's a feng shui related thing." Kong Xian replied, "At that time, there were several theories, some said that the location of the ancestral tomb was wrong, some said that the location of the first few wells in the village was wrong, and it was even rumored that the ancestors in the village were resentful and liked to study the art of raising ghosts. However, even if all kinds of methods are exhausted, it does not solve the problem. ”

"You believe this?" I asked.

Kong Xian put his hand on my shoulder and said: "Although these folk legends cannot be done, they have their own sources, if you can find these sources, you can dig out his roots, and the art of feng shui has rules and methods, just like the explanations and hints given by the propositions in the composition, which have reference value." ”

I nodded and asked him again, "Why didn't the water accumulate after that?" ”

"After Uncle Bo's ancestors moved over." He said: "At first, this village did not accept outsiders to relocate, and no one would move to this mountain, but Uncle Bo's ancestors suddenly visited and wanted to relocate here, which naturally aroused the suspicion of the villagers. What's more, the war was raging that year, and the villagers were afraid that he had offended people, so they wanted to come and hide in the mountains. ”

"Later, Uncle Bo's ancestors helped solve the problem of stagnant water, so the villagers accepted him?" I smiled and said my conjectures, waiting to be praised by Kong Xian.

Kong Xian nodded and said approvingly: "Yes, your analysis technique in place in this step is really good." Then he continued: "However, although the ending is like this, the process is not so simple, and it can even be said to be extremely bloody and terrifying. ”

When he said this, it aroused my curiosity, and I asked him to elaborate on it.

He looked up at the sky again before he said, "Most of what I know comes from an old madman, a storyteller, perhaps mixed with some exaggeration. But if this is what he says, there is no room for exaggeration. ”

As Kong Xian narrated, I felt as if I had returned to an era of war and massacre. A kind of helplessness, pain, and sadness penetrates into the heart and radiates to the bones......

Our village used to be called Shifeng Village, and it was named after a few flowers, which meant a bumper harvest. The beasts and medicinal herbs on the mountain are the source of life for the people here, and it is also because of this that there have been three famous doctors in the mountain.

These three famous doctors are from a family, surnamed Wang, two men and one woman. They are named Wang Qing, Wang Zhe, and Wang Shuyang. Wang Shuyang entered Beijing before he was eighteen years old to marry a local member. Wang Zhe became a traveling doctor and never came back as soon as he left. Only Wang Qing stayed at home to heal the people of the Quartet.

At that time, people were most afraid of disease, and they couldn't wait to offer Wang Qing like an immortal. However, Wang Qing himself is also incorruptible, and he will only collect some money unless he goes to a wealthy family. Generally, when he goes to the poor person's house, he just eats a meal and spends the night, and at most he takes some dried vegetables from other people's houses or some things that others don't want and can be used.

Wang Qing has been like this for one or two decades, and there has never been anything wrong.

But one night, without warning, a strange rain of dark blue clouds suddenly appeared above the village, and dark red lightning passed through the clouds that were blue to black and black to purple. There was no deafening thunder, but there was a terrifying sound of horses' hooves, stretching from the sky to the whole mountain. Extend to the ears of all the villagers hiding in their houses......

It was speculated that such visions were bad omens, that there must be demons, or that someone in the village had sinned against the heavens. For a while, the panic and noise were like boiling water in a pot, desperately churning.

In order to protect the women and children, the men of the village had the courage to go out carefully to observe the situation, but few returned. Those few people fled for their lives, but the distance from outside the house to the back room, dead and crazy, the whole village was in shambles......

After a long and short two hours, finally ...... Everything calmed down, and the sky returned to normal, but no one dared to go out again. The women clung to the child in their arms, not daring to relax.

Time is passing, gradually ...... People calmed down a little and thought the catastrophe was over. The children could no longer hold back to sleep, and although the women did not dare to sleep, they only prayed silently that it would be dawn and that there would be no more chaos.

But at this moment! Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the whole mountain shook violently, and only someone outside could be heard shouting: "There is an earthquake!" Come out, everyone! ”

Everyone was so frightened that they rushed out with their children in their arms...... However, when he rushed out of the door, he immediately felt as if he had been struck by lightning, with a loud bang in his ears, and his eyes were dark and unconscious.

The thrill of shaking the earth is a nightmare for everyone, and many people who have experienced it, even after ten or twenty years, will still dream of that day when they go to bed at night, and wake up in fright.

Strangely, after that night, almost nothing has changed in our village, except for the lingering horror that everyone remembers, everything, nothing, has not changed in the slightest......

As soon as the morning dawned, everyone opened their eyes in their beds, and those who had been determined to be dead went on with their lives alive, and the toppled houses were still as intact as before, as if they had all gone through the same nightmare.

Apart from...... Alone.

Wang Qing, when he came out of the house, was holding a worn-out old book in his hand, the cover was cowhide, but there were no words on it, only a piece of black-brown blood that had dried up. His face was pale, his lips were purple, and he trembled as if he were reading the contents of a book.

It happened that a villager's child had pneumonia that day, and he kept coughing and couldn't stop. His parents had no choice but to take him to Wang Qing for medical treatment.

At that time, Wang Qing was sitting under the old locust tree at the door of his house, looking at the book, his eyes were glowing red, giving people a strange sense of evil. When the boy saw him, he cried as if he had seen a ghost. The family also found that something was wrong, but Wang Qing gave people a good impression, so they didn't take it to heart, just thinking that Wang Qing was unwell.

The child's father said to Wang Qing: "Sir, you can help me and show me how this child can get better, he has been coughing all night, and he has not improved." ”

Wang Qing didn't look at the child, so he flipped through the broken book in his hand, and said coldly: "He can't survive tonight, someone exchanged his life for the lives of the whole village." ”

The two of them were stunned when they heard Wang Qing say it, however, it was not only the words in Wang Qing's mouth that shocked them, but also his terrifying voice......

Wang Qing's voice was relatively low, and it sounded more than ten years older than his actual age, which everyone was familiar with. But at this moment, Wang Qing opened her mouth in a woman's tone, not only that, but also the feeling of a delicate little woman.

The couple felt that Wang Qing must have been stimulated and gone crazy. He sighed, and left with the child a little helplessly, planning to go out of the mountain and into the city, and find another Langzhong.

What people didn't expect was that, as Wang Qing said, the child really didn't live that night, and died before the early hours of the morning......

The child's parents remembered what Wang Qing said, in addition to sadness, their hearts were only full of resentment, and they insisted on seeking revenge on the person who killed his child. So, they found Wang Qing and asked Wang Qing to tell them who had exchanged their children's lives for them.

However, Wang Qing didn't answer, just sneered back. He excused himself to go out, but he lit ecstasy incense in his room. When he returned, he killed the couple.

Not a stab to death, or a rope to strangle. It was an extremely cruel and dehumanizing method of killing. He tied two men with ropes, broke their stomachs, sprinkled them with incense ashes, and sewed them up with stitches and threads. Those two couldn't hold on to death for a long time, and he didn't let them go, cutting their necks with a knife and taking off their heads. Then he emptied everything in his head and put two blood-red candles......

At that time, the night was silent. All the blood fell into the eyes of a seven-year-old child. Wang Qing didn't find this child, and this child is not simple, he is Uncle Bo's ancestor, Feng Shisan.

On the tenth day after that, there was a torrential rain in the village, and the rain was so heavy that it seemed to wash away all the filth. Fortunately, the rain seemed ferocious, but it did not cause flash floods and mudslides. However, it was not much better, and the houses were filled with water half a person high, and the furniture was soaked thoroughly, and the villagers had to sleep in simple attics.

Since that rain, there has been a strange phenomenon in the village, whenever it rains, there will be water in the house. Some say that the earthquake that night must have changed the structure of the mountain, causing their houses to tilt or sink and cause water to accumulate.

In order to find a way to improve, the village chief went to the outside of the village to find a person who understood the manipulation of houses. In this day and age, it's called a geology expert, or a building engineer.

That person is very awesome, I heard that he is the job of taking over the master, and ordinary people please don't move. Fortunately, the first uncle in the village was the cousin-in-law of his mother's sister, so he invited this master over.

The man came over and pulled the string again, and the test was very happy. As a result, only one conclusion was reached, and that was that the drainage of the houses in the village was so perfect that it was impossible for water to enter it. In the end, there was no way, so I taught the villagers to add a drainage outlet to each household, and then left without asking for money.

However, what the experts said was perfect, the fact is that when it rains, the rain seems to seep in from all sides of the house, and in just ten minutes, the water accumulates. What is even more incomprehensible is that the newly repaired drainage outlet under the house was originally the lowest position, which is convenient for the water to go out. But the stagnant water is like an invisible plastic film sealed in the water outlet, and it doesn't flow out.

This can make the people in the village anxious, you can't rain down, you don't go to the ground, this time, your feet have to be soaked in the water, everyone who bubbles their feet are swollen like duck paws, and their skin falls straight off. Even if it is, it can be made do in summer, but in winter, it will be terrible, and there is no one in the village who does not freeze his feet.

I have endured it like this for three or five years, I have tried all kinds of methods, the ancestral grave has also been moved, and the location of the well has also changed, anyway, it is the word "useless".

The people in the village are fed up, if it weren't for the war outside, and the relocation requires a lot of manpower, material and financial resources, no one would have stayed long ago.

On this day, when the village chief gathered several major laborers in the village and was planning the relocation, Uncle Bo's ancestor Feng Shisan suddenly came to the village with a box of tattered clothes.