I thought to myself, too, the family dog kept barking for no reason, there must be something, if his family was nearby, he would definitely rush back to take a look. Sure enough, within a few minutes, an eldest sister in her thirties led two teenage children back from a distance, each of them carrying a load of straw on their shoulders, and the weight of each load of straw was definitely not light. It's remarkable that one woman and two children can pick up so many straws. They were all sweating on their heads, and their clothes were soaked with sweat and clinging to their skin. None of them looked very good, as if the burden on their shoulders was weighing them down.

Looking at the three figures carrying straw slowly coming from a distance, I felt very uncomfortable, if the bricklayer was still there, such a rough and heavy work might not be their turn, even if they had to help pick it. But the picture of a family of four walking on the road with straw is far more beautiful than it is now. At least, this home is complete. When the home is complete, the heart is complete, and when the heart is complete, there will be no such broken sadness in front of you in everything you do. I think no matter who the family is, the father who has lost his breadwinner will have a hard time.

"Let's pick it up," Master whispered a few words, and I hurried over. He said to the bricklayer's wife: "My master is Master X, and I will come to see your bricklayer this time." After speaking, he pointed to the master not far away, and took the load of straw from the shoulder of the bricklayer's wife. My master's name is basically known to people in these ten miles and eight villages, even if they don't know, it doesn't matter, there are guests in the countryside who come to visit, so they naturally have to be treated politely, not to mention that I also said about their bricklayer. The countryside is much better in this regard than in the city, where many people are very cautious about the exchange requests made by strangers, too much suspicion and suspicion. In the countryside, if you talk about friendship casually, you will enthusiastically want to keep people at home to eat, without any mustard and coquettishness. Not because people in the countryside are better than people in the city, but because the bad people in the city are much worse than the bad people in the countryside.

She was not polite and said thank you. Just as my shoulders were under the bar, she handed me the straw, and when she unloaded her strength, I realized how heavy the straw was, and the straw was the kind of straw that was not completely dry, and there was a lot of moisture in it, so it was very heavy. I haven't been very good at picking things since I was a child, every time I harvest rice at home, or go to break corn and pick peanuts or something, I can't pick noon with my shoulder, because my collarbone is obvious, and the burden on my shoulder can easily press down on my collarbone, and it will hurt very much.

But even though it was heavy, I endured the pain and picked up the wet straw.

Walking into the yard, the two sons of the bricklayer and I piled up the straw in the corner of the yard, and the corner was already full of straw.

The bricklayer's wife said to our two sons when we put down the straw, "You go and pick it first." I beckoned the guests to come over, and her two sons nodded silently, and went out of the courtyard with a pole and rope. And he walked very fast, and seemed to be scrambling to pick one more trip to lighten the burden on his mother. After the two of them left, the bricklayer's wife beckoned Master and me to go into the stove house, and poured a bowl of tea for each of us, the tea was very simple, boil a pot of boiling water and pour it into a large tea jar, and then throw some tea leaves into it, and put it in a cool place under the dinner rack, which can be drunk for ten days.

"Master X, thank you for coming to the house, is there something wrong with our bricklayer?" The bricklayer's wife asked the doubts in her heart.

Master drank the tea in the bowl in one gulp and said, "No, no, we have two things to do today, the first is to tell you that your bricklayer is very safe to go, and will always bless you, so you should also be strong and don't let the bricklayer worry." The second is that I want to ask you where the bricklayer's baking house is, and we want to go and see it. ”

The old thing was brought up again, and the heart of the bricklayer's wife was finally strengthened, and the tears flowed down like a flood bursting the embankment, but she didn't cry, just wiped her tears and said: "Thank you, he's okay, we will live well, I won't let him worry, I hope he can go with peace of mind." Although she didn't cry, she said this short sentence for a long time before she finished it, and this kind of superficially strong sadness is much more restrained than crying, and at the same time it is a lot more painful. She is a strong woman, at least, strong on the surface!

Master said, "Take us to the bricklayer first, and then tell us where the baking house is." The bricklayer's wife nodded and led us into the hall. The shrine facing the hall is a portrait of a bricklayer. The incense burner next to the photo is full of burned incense sticks and tells me that they have been giving incense to the bricklayers for a few months.

Looking at the bricklayer's posthumous photo, I felt a lot of emotion in my heart, and the master said, "Go to the pillar incense, you are also destined." "I know what Master means, the bricklayer was sent away by my own hands. With this opportunity, it makes sense that I should give it a stick of incense. I took out a stack of yellow paper money from the cloth bag, burned it one by one, and then took out three sticks of incense and bowed respectfully three times, and the moment I inserted the incense into the incense burner, I suddenly felt that it was so majestic and pitiful, even if it had pounced on me. This resolute rural man, has he really lived for himself once in his life? The joys and sorrows of the world can't be worth a cup of loess after all.

After the incense, Master and I walked out of the bricklayer's house, and his wife closed the door. Wiping the tears that were still flowing in his eyes, he choked up and said, "I'll take you to that baking room," and then picked up the flat pole and rope, and prepared to take us to Tianli to pick straw.

The Master said, "Just point to the place, let's go by ourselves, and don't go." She pointed to a small hill not far in front of her and said, "Well, on the back of that mountain, there is a small orange grove over there, where is the wasteland next to the orange grove, let's go together, my family's field is also in that direction, but we don't have to climb over that mountain." She apparently didn't want to go to the place that had taken her husband's life again.

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A group of three people went out silently, and when they passed by a well, they saw his two sons squatting by a well to drink water, and two loads of straw that were extremely unsuitable for their size were placed in the middle of the road. After speaking, without waiting for his mother to speak, he picked up the straw and walked quickly home. These two children are very sensible and try their best to let their mother rest for a while. Bricklayer, go in peace, you have two good sons who are filial.

Bidding farewell to the bricklayer's wife, Master and I walked all the way, turned over the small hill, and easily saw the half-built baking house in the shade of the mountain.

"Master, that place is a murderous cave, how can there be a grave down here?" Before I got to the baking room, I was surprised. The master stopped, looked around, then took out the compass and looked at the direction carefully, and then said, "No wonder, that white-shirted spirit must have sealed himself in this place. ”

Thinking so fast, I didn't turn around and said, "Master, I don't understand what you said, this is a murderous cave, and the people buried here will have no blessings and disasters for their descendants, and the ghost of the grave itself will gradually become violent, so self-contained, and will never be reborn." is such a cave, people can't avoid it, how can they take the initiative to bury themselves inside? What's more, he is still a Taoist, it is impossible for him not to understand the danger of this acupuncture point, right? ”

The master still stared at the compass in his hand, and explained as he walked: "You are half right, this place is indeed a murderous cave, but there is another thing you may not know, that is, once sealed in this cave, all the memories of the soul will not dissipate with the sealing, and the most important thing is that the small ghosts in this place will not disturb the big ghosts, and even the yin will not come......"

"I know, that white-shirted spirit god must have found such a murderous hole for himself to avoid the shadows. But what is the reason for him to avoid a bad errand at all costs? I asked again in confusion.

"What else could be the reason? If he has done too many things that are contrary to the principles of heaven in his life, he will naturally not have a good end after death, and if he can escape the accountability of the Yin Mansion, he will definitely do whatever it takes. The fact that he can find such a place shows that he is not only a Taoist, but also not a low Taoist, not much higher than me, but definitely not lower than me. Master said solemnly.

As soon as he said this, I instantly became nervous, a person who is not inferior to the master, after death, he turned into a spirit god and stayed in the murderous cave for more than a hundred years, no wonder I was like hitting a stone with an egg in front of it, and I couldn't pose any threat to it at all, thinking of this, I thought of the kick last night, and suddenly felt a little dull pain in my foot. But what Master said next reassured me.

The master said, "It's easy to find this cave, you just need to move the grave, remove all the yin qi in this hole, and use peach branches to light firewood for an hour, so that the white-shirted spirit will not be so difficult to deal with, but this grave relocation is more troublesome, and the two of us are not enough." And the relocation of the grave also needs a professional to preside, you call your second master, wait for us to find the owner of this baking house, this matter is caused by him, and this consequence is naturally borne by him. ”

I thought to myself, too, he dug up the coffin but didn't pay attention to it, and secretly sealed cement on it to continue to build a baking room, and he couldn't get out of this regard.

(ps. more chapter in advance.,There's something going on tomorrow.,I'm afraid it's too late to update.,If there's time.,I'll still have a more chapter tomorrow night.) Good night everyone.) <