As a child, I was very naughty and mischievous, and I often caused trouble.

For example, throwing a string of firecrackers into someone's house at night, smearing fresh cow dung on the doorknob, and plucking the neighbor's rooster bare......

As the saying goes, if you walk by the river, you can't get your shoes wet.

Since soaking on the head of a wild grave, something has finally happened.

I couldn't afford to get sick, and I had a high fever that didn't go away.

I often have nightmares at night, dreaming of a fierce middle-aged man standing at the door of the house and scolding, scolding until dawn, not only that, the chickens and ducks raised at home will always die inexplicably the next day, as if someone is tearing off the neck fiercely.

No matter how many doctors you see, you don't get better with any medicine.

Even my father, who has never been too superstitious, had to pray for the blessing of the land god, and also invited a so-called jumping god, who unanimously said that it was too fierce to be suppressed. At that time, the situation can be said to be that the heavens are not working, and the earth and the earth should not be.

If it drags on any longer, I'm really not far from death.

At the critical moment, the father, who has always been gentle and elegant, got angry.

I did something that I still can't think back.

At the head of our village is a small land temple, and every festival the people in the village will bring all kinds of rich tributes, incense and gold and silver paper to worship.

In a fit of rage, he wrote a full pleading, went to burn it in front of a city god temple in the town, and accused the land god of Shen Si Village of eating people and paying tribute, but he was irresponsible and allowed the lonely souls and wild ghosts in his jurisdiction to act recklessly.

Two days passed, and there was no response.

So he wrote two more pleadings, not only suing the land god again, but also the city god temple, to the effect that he reprimanded the officials and officials for guarding each other and conniving at his subordinates for being corrupt and perverting the law......

As a result, that night, Dad had a dream.

I dreamed of a burly old man wearing a big red official robe and said to him: "The god of the land cheats people to pay tribute, and he has defiled officials and dismissed them." Shen Xian did not respect the gods, and he was litigious and fined five hundred. Shen Shusheng is young and ignorant, exempt from responsibility, the governor of the underworld takes office, and he can be guaranteed nothing to do by sticking to the door. ”

When he woke up, he remembered that the dream was not simple.

Immediately find a skilled painter.

With his impression, he drew the appearance of the governor of the underworld in his dream on paper, in the portrait, both of them were wearing official robes and black veils, one was broad and fat, not smiling, with a bright red "Fu" character printed between the official uniforms, and a head in his left hand.

The other has a well-proportioned figure, a flower in his ear, and his cheekbones are quite high, he seems to be smiling but not smiling, and the word "Qing" is printed on his official uniform.

The drawings are lifelike and very realistic.

With the mentality of trying, he respectfully pasted the portrait on the left and right sides of the gate.

Within a few minutes of this posting, my illness was miraculously cured, and I had to be amazed.

On the same day, the land temple at the head of the village was inexplicably split in half.

The prophecies in the dream came true one by one.

No matter how careful he was that day, even if he didn't have any money on him, he finally found that the thousands of pieces hidden in the cracks of the bricks had been gnawed by rats, no more, no less, and just five large bills.

It's not over yet......

Although my illness was cured, it affected the people in the village.

That night, all the children under the age of three cried together.

The next day, the whole village found that the vegetable field they planted was turned into a mess, even the fruit trees were not spared, they died, withered, and the most horrific thing was that the dogs in the whole village were incontinent at the same time, hiding in the corner with their tails between their legs and not daring to come out.

Only my family has nothing to do.

Everyone knows very well in their hearts that that thing is too fierce, and there is no reason for others to bear the trouble I broke through, so they came to the door to ask for an explanation, and more to help with ideas.

Losing money is a small matter, and solving the source is the fundamental problem.

Some people say that they dug up a wild grave and burned it with fire.

Some people also say that it is necessary to find a new feng shui treasure place to be buried well.

At this time, a respected old man in the village stood up and said that this kind of thing needs to be handled properly, and a professional must be found to solve it so that there is no worries. There is a young man named Mr. Feng in Wulitun, this person has a lot of ability, and unlike the dancing god he invited before, he may not be able to invite him to give money.

When my father heard this, he immediately took me to ask for someone.

When I went to Wulitun to inquire, I learned that Mr. Feng was a fool.

He was an orphan who grew up eating hundreds of meals.

The others were a little confused when they heard that we were looking for Mr. Feng to exorcise evil spirits, so they asked us if we were mistaken? said that he had become stupid when he fell down from picking wild fruits in the mountains the year before, and that an eighteen-year-old fool could not understand these things.

Dad was stunned at the time, but the old man in our village never lied, let alone named him.

When we found Mr. Feng, he was squatting under a tree and playing with a few children in the mud, looking like a young man with sparse eyebrows and a ruddy face, and he didn't look like a fool at all.

When he saw us, he looked up and grinned.

What impressed me particularly was that the pupils of Mr. Feng's eyes were as dark and large as a baby, and when he stared at himself, he always had a feeling of being seen through everything, and he only smiled and did not lose his manners.

Although Dad was very skeptical, he politely told Mr. Feng about the whole thing, and asked him to go to the house, and if it could be solved, he would definitely thank him.

Mr. Ke Feng was indifferent.

Still going his own way, giggling while playing with mud.

We stood there like a log and watched him play for half an hour.

In the end, Dad sighed again and again and asked me to say goodbye to Mr. Feng.

When I left, I saw that my father's originally black hair had a touch of white thread, and I suddenly felt a sense of grievance and guilt in my heart, crying all the way, the most heartbroken cry in my history.

Wulitun is not far from Shen Si Village, but it is not very close either.

Halfway through, we found that Mr. Feng was following us.

He looked at me and said, "Go to the graveyard." ”

A smoky voice, the voice is very hoarse.

Dad was ecstatic and immediately asked me to lead the way.

That wild grave is not far to the west of Shen Si Village, but it is surrounded by thorns and overgrown weeds, and no one usually goes there at all.

Mr. Feng stood next to the wild grave and walked round and round.

Then I looked down and found a wooden stick, cleaned up the poop on the grave, and then bent down without saying a word and began to pull the grass with my white and tender hands, and my father slapped me lightly on the back of the head and asked me to help.

I have been secretly paying attention to Mr. Feng's every move throughout the whole process.

He maintained a unique smile on his face at all times.

In the eyes of others, it looks like a smirk.

But in my eyes, it always feels like he's pretending.

I was busy for most of the day, turning over the soil and placing incense and candle offerings.

Mr. Feng asked me to kneel down and asked to keep kowtowing all the time.

Even though my forehead was bruised, I couldn't stop.

During the period when my father was burning the paper, a gust of wind blew out the candle in a few strokes, and the half-burned paper on the ground was blown into the air, and we were all covered with ashes.

Mr. Feng's smile that he had been maintaining suddenly froze.

pointed to the grave and spit, and scolded: "Don't be ashamed of your face." ”

After scolding, raise your legs and leave.

Dad wanted to cry without tears, and he didn't dare to say more than half a word after him.

It was said that Mr. Feng was also a favor, so he tried his best to invite him to his house to drink saliva and eat something before leaving.

When he walked to my door, he couldn't move his footsteps when he looked at the door god attached to the door.

We didn't dare to rush and stood with him.

As soon as it got dark, Mr. Feng immediately asked his father to find a brush and cinnabar, put the finishing touches on the two governors of the underworld, lit three incense sticks, and took them off immediately after burning, so that I could stay at home and not run around, and then the two of them took flashlights and went to the direction of the wild grave.

It was only later that my father dared to describe the scene at that time, saying that in retrospect, I still couldn't help but get goosebumps, and I didn't dare to walk at night.

It is said that when they arrived there, the wind was gusting, and the ghosts were crying wolves.

Mr. Feng crossed his hands on his waist, and kept cursing at the wild grave like a shrew on the street, speaking very fast, and his voice was like a male duck, he couldn't hear what he was scolding at all, only knowing that the more he scolded, the stronger the wind blew.

I scolded until I was panting, and then I vaguely saw a black shadow coming out of the back of the grave, shining a flashlight, and a man in a black shroud turned his back to the two of them, and the light kept shining on the back of the head.

Dad looked at the back of his head, and dared to ask how to let Shen Shusheng go?

The man didn't move, but his mouth made a low, rough mooing sound.

Like a buffalo calling.

While shouting, he ran backwards towards them.

Yes, it's running backwards.