In the dark night, the storm was raging, but the raindrops showed no sign of wetting me, and the raindrops that seemed to be the size of soybeans were blowing one after another, but all around me was like an invisible wall, blocking all the wind and rain.

I tried to jump off the coffin, but I found that I couldn't move my hands or feet at all, except for the presence of consciousness. I wanted to shout, but my throat had lost its vocal effect, like a puppet being placed on a coffin, and there were people in front of and behind me, wearing big black robes, enclosing the whole person in it, and I felt that they were not walking, but floating.

Accompanied by the sound of wind and rain along the way, except for the incessant recitation of scriptures, they carried the coffin all the way to the back of the village. Our village is not big, there are more than 100 families, and we will walk to a place where there is no one.

Passing by the General's Temple, there is a mountain road, and along the mountain road there is a reservoir. Two miles further into the reservoir is the barren mountains and old forests, and there are basically no people who go to that place.

They were going into the mountains, and when I was very young, I went in behind the butts of adults once. The reason why there is a reservoir in this place is because there is a river further inside, and no one knows where the source of the water is, but in short, it is a waterfall hanging from a very high cliff, forming one pool after another. The water here is so cold that even in the middle of summer, adults can't stay in the river for a few minutes, and the water temperature can freeze people into a jiggling sieve.

One of the largest pools is located at the bottom of the canyon, probably after the liberation, people from other places began to line up to come and pray for rain. The place where the rain ceremony takes place is in the largest waterhole, and the locals also call it the Great Dragon Pond. Those who begged for rain did not have any communication with us locals, and came back with suona and drums, waving colorful flags and reciting scriptures. No one knows where these people came from, but since the reform and opening up, fewer and fewer people have come to ask for rain. Until the mid-to-late nineties, no one came anymore, and the reason for not coming was said to be that the people who knew the ritual and could recite the scriptures were gone, and this magical ritual similar to shamanic witchcraft disappeared from our memory.

The road grew smaller and smaller, and branches began to pass by, and I could clearly feel the small branches cutting into my skin, leaving scars, but there was no pain. The road became more and more curved, the forest became denser and denser, and soon I was lost in this dark night.

Besides, Cha Wenbin went out and went straight to the eighteen bends, and when he arrived, the entire eighteen bends were in a mess, it was scorched earth, coffins were scattered everywhere, and wisps of green smoke were still rising from several almost leveled graves. Can you make such a big move, only thunder, but this thunder is not split by Cha Wenbin's five thunder spells, this is the power that only heavenly thunder should have, that is, the thunder we usually see. The so-called Five Thunder Mantra or True Thunder Mantra have already formed a formation with the help of the power of thunder in nature, and its power cannot be compared with the Nine Heavens True Thunder, and a lightning bolt of real thunder is a voltage of hundreds of thousands of volts, who can drive it?

Eighteen bends don't know when there are these eighteen tombs, if today's punishment has been born, Cha Wenbin knows one or two, a disaster is coming.

But tonight there is no starlight, and it is completely impossible to determine the trend of the green dragon with the constellations, and if you want to break this game, the only way is to find the head dragon and release all the dragon energy.

The green dragon is in charge of weather changes, so people have been coming here for a long time to ask for rain. The rain can be big or small, and when it rains at the right time, it is nectar, and when it rains from the sky, it is a flood. Someone discovered the location of this green dragon, and very cleverly used several tombs to build this dragon feng shui bureau, and since then Liangjiawan has followed the dragon wind and rain from generation to generation.

Everything can be used, but everything has spirituality, the dragon is something that ordinary people can't control, once it is turned over, it is a natural disaster. is the same as the truth that medicine can save people and kill people, because one end of the Feng Shui Bureau was broken, and this green dragon has become a tyrannosaurus at this time. What is the reason behind all this, Cha Wenbin does not know at present, and all he can do is to find another golden well as soon as possible. Then open the well to see the sun, moon and stars, so that the dragon qi will return to nature for thousands of miles.

In this way, our village will bid farewell to the protection of the dragon and return to a small village that is no longer ordinary, and as soon as the dragon breath is discharged, the rain will naturally stop, and everything will return to the beginning.

When I returned home, I saw that Zhuo Xiong and Zha Brown had improved, and lit incense and candles to ask for their lives to ward off evil spirits, and when it was dawn, the two finally woke up, and I was completely asleep.

I have no memory of that incident, but I can only listen to my grandmother tell me about the incident that made her almost crazy.

My upbringing was strict, and my grandmother didn't let me sleep lazy since I was a child, and when they got up, they would call my name in the living room on the first floor as usual. In the old days, I would lie in bed for four or five minutes at most, and once I didn't go downstairs after that point, my mother would come up and screw my ears.

Thinking of staying up late last night, my grandma let me sleep for an extra hour for the first time. When she was about to catch me an hour later and get up, she found me lying on the floor. His face was pale and bloodless, no matter how he shouted me, he didn't respond, the Walkman next to him was still playing the cassette, and there was a peachwood sword on the ground, and the wooden sword body had cracked.

My grandmother carried me downstairs, the rain outside still didn't stop, and they tried to take me to the hospital, but the road was flooded. They wrapped my body in a poncho, then used their shoulders and legs to climb the mountain road and walk the path until they reached the town and stopped the car and took me to the county hospital.

All the test indicators were normal, except for the high body temperature, no doctor could say why, and I was in a coma. The copper coin mark on his chest was particularly red, as if it had just been imprinted by iron tongs. It wasn't until the second half of the night that I woke up, and my situation was the same as that of my aunt. Refusing to stay in the hospital, losing his temper, and often saying things in his mouth that they can't understand, my grandma said that it was the same as singing opera, and there was a fierce light in my eyes that did not match my age.

Because of the experience of the past, they wondered if I had encountered something dirty that night, but the persistent high fever made them afraid to pick me up from the hospital. At that time, the person who came was not Cha Wenbin, but his grandmother.

My grandmother knows some ways, when she was young, she and her grandfather ran a coffin shop, and they dealt with dirty things no less than Cha Wenbin. In my grandmother's hometown, there is a kind of folk witchcraft called "Nian Mi", which I later learned from my grandmother, but that strange language is too difficult to understand, in fact, my grandmother herself does not understand what she says, but memorizes it by rote.

"Nianmi" is a kind of folk witchcraft that is about to be lost, and it is impossible to verify where this witchcraft came from and who created it. The things she needed were also very simple, a candle, an embroidery needle, a small bag made of old clothes, a handful of fried half-raw rice, a bowl, a pair of chopsticks, a glass of water, these materials could be found in any household.

Chopsticks should be set up in the bowl first, and the bowl contains half a bowl of water, and the explanation of this thing was later given on TV, but I tried, but it didn't work. At that time, my ward was arranged separately, and this was due to Cha Wenbin's relationship, so my grandmother did this "local law thing" in my ward.

After setting up the chopsticks, my grandmother lit the candle and put the half-raw rice into the cloth bag, the rice should be just put to hold the cloth bag round, not more or less, about a bowl of the usual meal. After the rice was finished, I sewed the opening of the bag with a needle and thread, pressed the bag under my head, and then chanted to the chopsticks standing in the bowl.

While chanting, you have to circle around the bowl, three times on the left and three times, and so on. The scriptures she read are very long and difficult to remember, and they are by no means the Jinhua dialect of her hometown, nor the Hongcun dialect where she lives now, or the language that belongs to this world at all.

After reading the scriptures, my grandmother took out the bag that was pressed under my head, and when she poured all the rice in the bag into a small bowl, she would find that there was only half a bowl of rice left, and no one knew where the half bowl of rice had gone. My grandmother explained to me that the half of the bowl had been taken away by the dirty things, and that she had taken away the rice and the bad luck.

If there is more than half a bowl of rice left, you should put it back in and continue to chant until there is only half a bowl left. This half bowl of rice had to be cooked into rice, but it was not fully cooked, and it was slightly sandwiched, and I immediately began to vomit after eating it, and all kinds of unpleasant smells made the doctors in the hospital at that time reluctant to come in.

After spitting up, people feel comfortable, then my grandmother took a handful of glutinous rice mixed with white wine and pushed it all over my body, and after pushing it repeatedly, white thread-like things began to appear on those glutinous rice, which is called "wool sha". Grandma said that this thing was affected by the turbidity of the epidemic, and could only use the method left by the ancestors, but it is true, there is indeed a record of this "wool sha" in traditional Chinese medicine, and Western medicine has not been able to explain the reason so far.

When I was done, the reddest part of my body was no longer a copper coin mark, but an inch above my navel. Grandma used an embroidery needle to bake on the candle and then puncture the skin directly, she just played with it a few times, and a black hair-like thing about two centimeters long was gently pulled out.

Sure enough, my high fever subsided the next day, but the person was still in a state of dissociation, as if I had lost my soul. At that time, Aba and the others were ready to take me home to find Cha Wenbin first, but Cha Wenbin had been away from home for a night and had not returned, and no one knew where he had gone, and our village had almost begun to be surrounded by floods