Li Bugou was scared, and his face turned pale. I wondered, "Have you forgotten your dream?" ”

He shook his head: "I remember, there was Xiao Mo in that dream." But the scene at that time was very chaotic, and then so many things happened, and the dream could no longer remember it so clearly. ”

I asked, "Do you remember why you dug your ancestral grave in your dream?" ”

Li Bugou said blankly: "I forgot, I'm just digging...... Are you saying that our actions tonight actually appeared in my dreams a long time ago? ”

"Quite possibly. Not only tonight, but perhaps tomorrow night, and the fate of each of us in the future, have appeared in your dreams, but by the time you open your eyes, most of the dreams are lost. I said.

Li Bugou laughed dryly twice, saying that it was so evil?

I said, "I feel more and more that your dreams have a source and a deep mystery......

Before the words fell, someone on the other side of the mountain shouted: "Found it!" Come here! ”

I patted him on the shoulder, Li Bugou was still a little dazed, and his face looked like a relative. I pulled him, we walked over with one foot deep and one foot shallow, everyone gathered there, and the old villager Liu Jinshui shone a tombstone with a flashlight: "This is it." ”

Looking at the past by the light, this cemetery is quite tall, about the height of an adult, below is the inscription, above is the three-layer imitation of the eaves of the decorative eaves of the clouds, but the years are too long, and no one takes care of it, the tombstone is dilapidated, and it is stained and animal feces.

The people present looked at each other, and their eyes fell on Li Bugou and Li Tao brothers, the old man's cemetery made such a virtue, it is obvious that one thing, the descendants of the old Li family do not care at all, in the eyes of rural people, this is unfilial piety.

No one spoke at the scene. I turned on my flashlight and shone it over, and there were couplets on the left and right sides of the tombstone, which were engraved: Jiwu Shuanghui is the same sun and moon, and Qiankun is the descendant of Deqi. There is also a horizontal batch of four words on it, which is dirty and illegible, and it can barely be seen that it is: Prosperity from generation to generation.

It's ironic at this point.

I used a flashlight to shine down, and there were many inscriptions on the tombstone, and the Chinese words around the teeth were written about the old man's life deeds, all of which were clichés.

At this time, I saw the old man's name.

For a long time, they called this dead old man "Ma Yezi", probably a nickname, not a real name, and now I see the name.

The old man's name is three words, only two words are clear, and the third word has a layer of dry mud on it. I crouched on the ground, pulled a tissue from my pocket, and carefully wiped the third word.

Liu Jinshui next to him sighed: "You two juniors of Ma Ye are not as good as an outsider." Before moving the grave, quickly wipe the old gentleman's tombstone clean! ”

Li Tao squatted next to me with a rag and muttered, "It's obvious to you." ”

I ignored him. The reason why I wiped the tombstone was not because of how much I respected the old man, but because his name reminded me of something.

The third word was finally wiped out, and I stared at the name on it in a daze.

The old man's full name is Li Chunman. The use of small letters, the pen is staggered, quite styled, full of ancient meaning. And I, because of the name, have been chilled all over my body.

I once went to an island in South Korea, which was the last place of retreat for Mr. Hu, and according to Hu Yi, an old man of the Hu family who guarded this place, there were two other people besides him when Mr. Hu was in retreat. One is a leader of the younger generation of the Hu family, named Hu Tianci. There is another one, who is the sect master of a certain cultivation sect in the mainland, named Li Chunman.

At this moment, I looked at the name on the tombstone and remembered this past, and a chill rose in my heart. Is it a coincidence? I had a gut feeling that this was not a coincidence, and it seemed like all the clues were coming towards me.

A huge mysterious puzzle is gradually revealing its hideous face, and many pieces are being put together in incredible ways.

"Is this your grandfather?" I asked Li Bugou.

"It's not my grandfather, it's your grandfather?" Li Bugou still has the heart to tell jokes.

I looked thoughtfully at Li Chunman's birth and death years, he was born in 1907, died more than 20 years ago, and lived to be in his eighties. Mr. Hu was in retreat during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, probably around the thirties and forties of the last century, in terms of age, if Li Chunman in front of him was really the person who was in retreat with Mr. Hu, his age should be around thirty years old at that time.

During the war years, a thirty-year-old man had already started a family and was an extremely mature adult, and it was reasonable for him to become a sect master at this age.

The key question is that when the old man Li Chunman was in retreat with Mrs. Hu San when he was thirty years old, what happened, and now it is known that he returned to his hometown of Chaoyang and died in his eighties. From this, it can be assumed that he came out of the retreat.

But here's the question, Hu Yi, who was guarding the retreat place, stayed outside all the time and didn't see anyone coming out of the retreat door, so how did Li Chunman get out?

What happened in between?

Why did Li Chunman's descendants start having bizarre dark dreams twenty years after his death? What do those dreams mean?

I was thinking that someone next to me called my name, and I quickly came back to my senses and saw everyone in the room looking around me. Li Tao smiled and said: "How can you be more filial than us, the tombstone is about to leak for you." ”

I quickly stood up, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry to think of something." ”

Liu Jinshui, an old villager, said: "It's almost cleaned up, what's the process, little master, you come to speak." ”

He came to the tomb with his hands folded and said, "After I have finished offering three incense sticks and worshipping the dead, I can break the ground." ”

He lit incense, circled the cemetery three times, and planted the incense on the mound behind it. The crowd was not easy to urge, so they waited there.

The three sticks of incense burned very quickly, and when the wind blew up at night, the incense head swished to the roots. Neng Zhixi said: "Everyone can open the coffin, and there will be no problems in the cemetery." ”

"Gotcha, groundbreaking!" Liu Jinshui, an old villager, shouted.

Several rural men with various tools went to the mound behind them and dug them up.

There are old-fashioned horse lanterns next to the cemetery, and several flashlights are illuminated, and the night is as bright as day.

These men looked like they were often doing farm work, and it was called a Mali, and the soil in the tomb flew one after another, and after a short time, they dug a pit.

Digging and digging, someone shouted, "See." ”

Everyone leaned over to look, and a coffin was exposed under the pit. It is a very ordinary asphalt coffin, brushed with red oil, because it has been buried for more than 20 years, and the color is a little black.

Able to hold the monk to drink the crowd, he jumped out of the grave, sat cross-legged on the coffin lid, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what he wanted to do. Time passed minute by minute, about five or six minutes later, he opened his eyes: "Everyone, you can open the coffin." ”

The rural men continued to dig down, and it didn't take long for the coffin lid to be exposed. In fact, you don't have to dig up the whole coffin, just open the exposed lid.

A few men inserted the pry bar into the gap of the lid, pried it out, and as soon as they got started, the coffin lid opened, looking very loose.

It was smoother than expected, and the coffin lid was opened without much force. It's a little weird that goes well, and I can't tell what's wrong. Secretary Wang of the village committee, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly said: "Strange, why is the coffin lid not nailed?" ”

Liu Jinshui, an old villager, slapped his thigh: "Yes, there are no coffin nails on the lid!" ”

At this time, the lid had already been opened, and someone used a crowbar to pry it, and the lid was lifted with a "gaba" and turned aside.

All the flashlights shone into the coffin.

When they saw the situation inside, everyone present was stupid, unable to come back to their senses, and was shocked by the scene in front of them.

The coffin was empty, there was nothing.

Li Tao and Li Bugou didn't care about burying it, jumped down from it, stepped on the mud, walked around the coffin a few times, and shone it with a flashlight. The coffin was really empty, not to mention the body, not even a funeral item.

Li Tao gritted his teeth and made an unexpected move, he actually jumped into the coffin. Squatting inside to take a closer look, walking back and forth twice, stomping on the bottom of the coffin with his foot.

Secretary Wang of the village committee couldn't look past it, and shouted: "Okay, okay, come out quickly, what does it look like." ”

Li Tao hissed and inhaled the cold air: "No, no, there is a problem with the coffin, will there be a mezzanine?" Grandpa, grandpa, don't play with us. A few big brothers, please dig up the coffin, and we will give you as much as you want. ”

Several villagers looked at Secretary Wang, and Secretary Wang was a little impatient at this time, and waved his hand: "Just give money." Dig it. ”

A few people started to work again, this coffin is really big, it can take more than an hour to dig it out, and drag it out of the pit with a rope.

The villagers sat on the side smoking and watching the excitement, Li Tao and Li Bugou circled the coffin, knocking and beating with shovels.

Couldn't check out what was wrong, the coffin was empty.

Li Tao was anxious, and he was a flying foot when he went up. Although the coffin was large, it was old and dilapidated after all, and he kicked it over. He picked up the shovel and struck the bottom of the coffin from the side, this kid's hand was strong enough, and a shovel smashed the bottom of the coffin.

The monk watched from the side, looking helpless, clasped his hands together, and chanted "Amitabha".