My name is Xia Yi, and my hometown is located in the northwest mountains of Zhejiang, which is a small county town with a history of nearly 3,000 years. From the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to New China, the people here have undergone too many changes in their history.

Some people say that the original people here have long since changed a few times, but the only thing that has not changed is the traces left here that have been forgotten by history.

The union of my father and mother gave me the privilege of getting to know a Taoist priest named Cha Wenbin. People who believe in this profession, say that he is one of the few Taoist priests who have some real skills today, looking at feng shui, dispelling evil ghosts, doing things, calculating fortunes, in short, he will be called feudal superstition by those who do not believe in this profession.

I met him very early in an accident with my aunt, and since then he has become the most admired person in my life.

Cha Wenbin, more people call him Wenbin or Brother Wenbin, and some of our children call him Lao Cha behind their backs. The delicate spirit of this life, long face, straight nose bridge, thin lips, slender fingers, thin and tall figure, walking straight body.

When I remember it better, his hair was already a little gray, and if he didn't shave for a week, he would be a middle-aged uncle full of vicissitudes and manliness in modern popular terms. If he trims his edges, changes into clean and simple clothes, and doesn't look at his hair, you will think that he is a young talent who is extremely masculine. In terms of appearance alone, he can be called a local beautiful man.

Originally, this Taoist priest surnamed Cha also had a happy family, a pair of children, and a virtuous wife. Originally, a man in his thirties was the time to make great progress, but he ended up with a broken family and a broken wife.

At that time, Feng Shui had begun to gradually turn professional, and many Hong Kong bosses had already regarded Feng Shui as an indispensable part of the process of gathering wealth. Zhejiang, as a coastal region that opened up relatively early, had a group of people who had become wealthy first and had begun to learn from the more fashionable Hong Kong people, among whom the social status of feng shui masters began to gradually rise at that time.

Cha Wenbin became famous relatively early, he is a well-known Taoist priest in the local area and even in the provincial capital, so there is an endless stream of high-ranking officials and wealthy people who come to him to see feng shui. At that time, Santana was still a representative of the wealthy, but there was often no shortage of high-end imported cars on the side of the dirt road in front of the Cha family's small building.

It's a pity that the person who can invite this Taoist priest out of the mountain has not yet appeared, and he occasionally appears on some extremely ordinary white funeral occasions in the village.

It is said that some bosses only begged him to calculate the foundation orientation of a factory building, but the bid of hundreds of thousands failed to pry open Cha Wenbin's golden mouth. He has an apprentice, named Tong Hetu, who was somehow kicked out of his master by him in the early years, and he was picked up again a while ago, except for the study homework that ordinary children need to do, and the rest of the time he studied the Tao at home.

I am a few years different from Hetu, but we also know each other. Because of the gate of the house, I often go and live like my own home. Cha Wenbin would also approve Hetu to go out with us children in the summer, but there was only one of them, and he couldn't touch the water.

Hetu explained to me that this was because he hit the water too strong, and it would overflow if he encountered it again. At one point he almost drowned in a small river in front of the school, and it is said that his master saved his life. Of course, at that time, I couldn't understand these things at all, and occasionally secretly took him to the river to catch fish, but Hetu followed the teachings and never stood on the shore.

A smart person saw that the profession of Taoist priest began to be popular, so he took a bag of wine, meat and sugar to go to Cha's house to apprentice, no matter which family you are a relative, they were all swept out of the house by Cha Wenbin. Later, there were many times, and people said that Cha Wenbin had leaked too many heavenly opportunities as a Taoist priest in the early years, so he got such a field, and this Taoist priest didn't want to learn.

Don't make a fortune when a Taoist priest! I've heard this phrase a lot since I was a child, and this concept has always been ingrained in my heart, so much so that it really changed my opinion when Hetu made a fortune.

Every time we go out to play together, we can't go past five o'clock in the afternoon, and Hetu has to go home. According to him, the master will solve the situation when the sun goes down, and he has to watch from the house again, and he can't let the living into the house. Sometimes Cha Wenbin wants to solve the situation and stay alone all night, and when he comes out in the morning, his face is pale and his clothes are soaked. He has been working longer and longer to solve the game, from the earliest time when a stick of incense was about to come out, to now it can be a full night.

Solution? What is the solution, I don't know anything about these things.

There are two rooms in the Cha family that are forbidden to enter, and the doors are all pasted with black paper charms, one is in the northwest corner of the first floor, and the other is in the east corner of the second floor. These two rooms, even the river map is not allowed to enter, once I went to Cha's house to play with glass beads once rolled off a stuck in the gap under the wooden door, I used my fingers to buckle, when I reached in, I felt that the temperature inside the door was lower than the outside I don't know how much, a cold feeling can go from the heart of the finger to the scalp.

Cha Wenbin also has a habit, that is, on the seventh day of the new month every month, he will carry wine and meat alone to the small mountain bag opposite his house. There is the ancestral tomb mountain of the Cha family, and there are people from the Cha family buried on it, and there is also a person named Dashan.

This big mountain, I have seen before, is very tall, and I like to sit on his shoulder, and look at it from a distance.

Hetu once told me privately that the tomb with the mountain written on the tombstone was actually an empty grave, and there were no people buried in it. Many of the things he said at that time already had a frightening tingle in them, and he said that the tomb was actually a well-dressed mound, and that the soul of the mountain did not go down to the earth, but was locked in the little bell on the grave. Only on the seventh day of the new year, the bell will ring, and it can ring on its own for a day without wind, and in the rest of the days, even if a typhoon hits, the bell is dumb.

I naturally didn't believe it because of the child's curiosity, which drove me to find out.

Because my family was busy during the summer vacation, most of the two months I lived at my grandmother's house, which was not far from Cha's house, with two villages in between. I have already begun to learn to ride half a lap, and I often steal my aunt's new curved beam bicycle to check the house, although every time I come back, I will be taught a lesson by my aunt, but she will still find that the bicycle is missing the next day.

I'm going there alone, because I have to hide it from Hetu, or he'll stop me.

The mountain is not high, in broad daylight, there is a path. The lower half is a small bamboo forest that has been panicked, the middle is a tea field, and then the upper part is a dense chestnut forest, and through this chestnut forest, it is the ancestral tomb mountain of the Cha family.

The mountain is made of thick yellow clay, which used to be the main raw material used to build adobe houses, and is extremely sticky, and it is also the best choice for burial. Because the color of the earth in the five elements is yellow, people believe that yellow soil is the purest soil, and to build a tomb here, only a small amount of glutinous rice is added to make the slime to make the tomb extremely hard, and there is no other way to pry it open than explosives.

So this forest is full of crooked tombstones, and some are simply thatched piles of rubble. There were several large clumps of stone no smaller than two bungalows, and the rolling bricks were covered with moss, and God knows which dynasty and which generation left them.

Because of the good sunshine, I don't feel the slightest fear of shuttling through this old grave. Beyond this forest, there is an open field above, and there is no grass, and some abrupt huge cyan stones occupy this bare loess indiscriminately. There are several tombs not far apart, all of which are sparse and ordinary small tombs, and the tombstones of these tombs all carry the word "check", which is the ancestral tomb of the Cha family.

The grave with the brass bell mentioned by Hetu can be seen from afar, because it is different from other tombs. In addition to the tombstone, there was a small pavilion in front of the tombstone, and it was only a roof the size of a basin, and the bottom was made of cement pillars, and a bell was tied to the roof.

Listening to Hetu, originally this bell was simply carried with a bamboo pole, and later Cha Wenbin specially paid to repair such a small pavilion, in his words, this bell has a soul inside, Cha Wenbin was afraid that his brother would be frozen in the rain.

Before going out, I specially flipped through the calendar of my grandmother's house, and that day happened to be the seventh day of the sixth lunar month, I wanted to see if this bell was so divine as Hetu said, and it could sound without wind, if not, I could go back and scold him for bragging.

The bell is tied with a red thread, and a copper coin is worn in the middle of the red thread, and the crisp sound of the bell can be heard before you get closer.

"Ding, Ding......"

But when I looked up, the chestnut trees behind me were shaking, and this feeling must have been blown by the mountain wind, which is not unusual. So I sat by the little pavilion and waited, thinking that when there was no wind, I would see if it could continue to ring.

Sitting there listening to the melodious sound of the bells, I only felt my eyelids sink and sink until I closed my eyes and fell asleep on the edge of the pavilion.

In my sleep, I feel like I'm holding a person's thigh, so strong and comfortable. I looked up and saw that it was a familiar face, and the man seemed to be Uncle Oyama. I called Uncle Dashan, who smiled at me and touched my head, and then I continued to sleep with his thighs in my arms until I heard the scream in my ears