It's rare to sleep during the holidays, and his grandmother didn't call him, and he didn't get up until it was almost ten o'clock the next morning.

The breakfast point has passed, and the grandmother also said that she would go to the stove to warm breakfast for Ding Jiu, but Ding Jiu did not let the grandmother be busy, and told the grandmother that she would come back for lunch directly after the grave in a while.

took two bean bags and made up for them casually, and packed up some incense, candles, and paper money.

There were still some of these things left over from last year, and my grandmother had them at home, so it didn't take long for Ding Jiu to go to the back mountain with a small bag.

Before leaving, my grandmother asked if I wanted to call Ding Jiu's third grandfather to go with him.

Ding Jiu didn't want to trouble others, and now it was almost noon, and it was nothing to go up the mountain alone, so he said that he didn't need to.

There are many hills in the hometown, and this back mountain is a part of the hills protruding from the hills near Dingjia Village, and it is the place where the ancestral tomb of the Ding family is located.

It is said to be a mountain, but in fact, it is a very large earthen bag, there is no terrain such as the dragon raising its head, and the nearby people surnamed Ding are buried in the back mountain after their deaths.

At the foot of the back hill are the little crops that the old people left nearby can't afford to plant themselves, but now that it's winter, basically the crops have been harvested.

Except for the ridges and some sharp corn stalks left over from the harvest, the whole back mountain was bare and looked lifeless.

Ding Jiu's grandfather's grave was a little inside, and Ding Jiu walked along the mountain road to the mountain.

Along the way, Ding Jiu saw a somewhat dilapidated house, all of which were originally from Dingjia Village, where two elders Ding Jiu knew lived before, but they both passed away a few years ago, and the house was placed here after the funeral of the children.

There is no popularity for a long time, the courtyard walls, doors and windows are a little missing, the wind blows and whines, and the courtyard is a little terrible.

Ding Jiu wrapped himself in cotton clothes and walked quickly through these dilapidated courtyard gates, his heartbeat a little faster.

Ding Jiu is actually not very bold, and he was very afraid of the dark when he was a child, but he is not very afraid when he grows up......

It's just a little scary.

Although Ding Jiu didn't believe in any demons and monsters, after watching a few horror movies, he always scared himself by himself, telling him to go to the back mountain to the grave alone, not at noon Ding Jiu really didn't dare to come.

After crossing the ridges and the dilapidated courtyard, Ding Jiu soon arrived at the top of the back mountain, and there were graves of different sizes as far as the eye could see.

The ancestors of the Ding family have never produced any dignitaries, and no one has found any famous feng shui master to design any feng shui, so there is no law in the construction of the tombs on the back mountain.

However, there is no monument in front of the grave here, and they are not interested in taking the tablet to engrave the words, and those who are buried in the back mountain are relatives who are far or near, and which grave is buried in the older generation of Dumenqing, and there is no need to erect a monument.

Although Ding Jiu is a little worse than the older generation, sometimes when he meets other people when he goes to the grave, he will also burn a stick of incense for the other party's ancestors to show the respect of the juniors.

Because according to the generation, the person who worships may be his distant second uncle, and it is not suitable for the second uncle to burn pillar incense in front of the grave.

Some small tombs don't know when they were erected, and when they see a small tomb without incense, the people of Dingjia Village will also help light an incense stick and burn some paper money.

Ding Jiu belonged to the early ones who came to the grave, and the children of the other families were still busy with work and could not come back until the end of the year, so the graves of each family were still clean.

Walking all the way, I saw some small tombs that were a little older, so Ding Jiu went up to help burn a stick of incense, and stopped and went to the grave of Ding Jiu's grandfather.

Ding Jiu's grandfather's grave was also shown by a feng shui gentleman, when the coffin was originally placed, the head was placed in the direction of the northeast and the tail to the southwest, and a layer of soil was sealed on it.

An incense stove was built with bricks on the mound at the end of the coffin, and the graveyard was surrounded on three sides by earthen ridges, on which a dwarf pine was planted.

When Ding Jiu came to his grandfather's grave, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

After looking left and right, I found that the pine trees planted on the soil ridge on the west side had been split in half, half of it was still wilting and standing in place, and the other half had curled up outside the soil ridge, burned black, and it looked like the dwarf pine had been struck by lightning.

Thunder around the cemetery?

Ding Jiu couldn't help frowning, his heart was a little worried, and he decided to tell his grandmother about it when he went home later.

walked around the cemetery and looked around to see that there was nothing else unusual, but the sense of disobedience in his heart still existed, which made Ding Jiu feel a little uneasy.

He regretted a little that he didn't come with the third grandfather.

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Ding Jiu took out the incense, candles, paper money and other things in his bag one after another, and first came to a small incense stove next to the cemetery surrounded by earthen ridges.

According to the explanation of the older generation, this incense stove is for the yin.

Burning paper money during the New Year is to send money to the people below, who did not eat well and wear good clothes before death, and can no longer be poor below after death, so they order incense and candles to burn paper money for them to spend below.

The souls of the dead are under the hands of the yin, and the punishment is in the hands of the yin, and the paper money burned for the deceased is not allowed to pluck the goose, and maybe the burned paper money will not reach the hands of the deceased.

Therefore, it is necessary to make offerings to the yin cha first, and then burn the deceased, so that the deceased can be taken care of below, will not be bullied, and can also cut the queue and reincarnate one step earlier than others.

Although Ding Jiu felt a little feudal superstition, the old rules were so fixed, and he had followed this process for several years, and Ding Jiu was too lazy to change it.

Took out his Zippo lighter and prepared to light it, when Ding Jiu just turned on the lighter.

Bite~

Ding Jiu found out one of the most discordant things-

There was a deathly silence all around.

It was already windy when I went up the mountain, and the top of the mountain was high and empty, so it was supposed to be windier.

But here, you can't even hear the wind when you go up the mountain, and the pine trees on the ridges don't move at all, and there is not the slightest trace of the wind.

Ding Jiu looked around, he was the only one on the empty mountaintop, and there was no sound around, no insects, no birds, and even Ding Jiu could clearly hear his heart beating and fluttering now.

"There are no ghosts in this world, don't scare yourself, calm down, burn all the incense, candles, paper and money and go straight down the mountain, there's nothing to be nervous about, be bolder."

"It's noon, when the yang energy is at its strongest, the ghosts don't dare to come out, and grandpa's grave is here, with him to bless me, nothing will happen."

This is the first time Ding Jiu has encountered this situation, and he can only comfort himself in his heart, and he doesn't know whether he believes in ghosts or gods.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Jiu wanted to slow down his heartbeat, but he had goosebumps all over his body, and he felt that it was extremely cold on the top of the mountain, and he looked up,

The sun hung in the sky pale and white, and although it was still very dazzling, it didn't feel like it could bring a trace of temperature.

Ding Jiu scolded the ghost weather, and simply started to light the fire directly, thinking that he would quickly burn everything and leave directly.

I lit two sticks of incense on the small incense stove and burned half a bundle of paper money.

Without waiting for the paper money to burn out, Ding Jiu came directly to his grandfather's incense stove, piled the paper money on the ground, lit it with a lighter, and lit all the incense candles and inserted them in the incense stove.

Ding Jiu found a branch and picked up all the paper money, so that each one could be stained with flames.

Seeing that the fire was burning more and more, Ding Jiu's sense of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, and his heart beat like a drum.

Estimating that he could almost burn all the paper money, Ding Jiu packed his backpack as quickly as possible, and the wild grass in front of the grave was no longer tidied up, and he jumped up a few steps and ran to the ridge, and was about to jump over and go straight down the mountain.

Suddenly, Ding Jiu seemed to have tripped over something, and the whole person fell forward, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and hurriedly propped his hands on the ground.

Ding Jiu thought that he had tripped over the wild grass roots in the cemetery, and lifted the leg that he felt tripped up, trying to tear it open, but was shocked to find that he couldn't pull it.

Ding Jiu felt that his heart was stopping, he unconsciously held his breath, and looked down stiffly at his feet.

I saw a dry hand stretched out from the soil, firmly grasped Ding Jiu's ankle, and then stretched out a head as if squeezed out of the soil!

The white face on his head was expressionless, staring straight at him!

"Are you in such a hurry?"