The next morning, after breakfast, we arrived at the Martyrs' Shrine, where there were already many people around. There are villagers nearby who come to see the excitement, more local officials, and a large number of security guards.

The Martyrs' Shrine is basically completed, and it is more luxurious and magnificent than I imagined. There is not only the main hall, but also the side hall, and it has become a temple of considerable scale.

Mr. Lu pointed to the dozen or so steps and said to me: Let's go, aren't you the core person?

I walked up slowly, and saw that the steps were crowded. There is an offering table, incense candles, several large plates, a pig's head, a pig's tail, and various fruit snacks. And the district leaders are standing next to the offering table, and the golden boy and girl are also like, looking down with good eyes. They were waiting for me.

These people have been up and down in the sea for many years, and they naturally do things without leakage, and when they saw me coming, they immediately greeted me warmly, and did not treat me as an idle young man at all.

We stood on the steps and exchanged pleasantries for a while. A middle-aged man ran over, wearing a vest, with two bare arms, and there were beads of sweat on them, probably a carpenter here, and he whispered: Leaders, the time has come, it's time to go to the beam.

The district leader looked at me and asked, "Brother Zhao, let's go to the beam?"

I nodded blankly: upper beam, upper beam.

As soon as I finished speaking, the carpenter waved his hand, and then the earth-shattering sound of firecrackers rang out around me.

It is estimated that the custom of Shangliang is all over the country, but the evolution over thousands of years, especially the change of house structure, has been very different. I don't know how to do it elsewhere. As far as we are concerned, the upper beam is actually a sign.

Just now, the carpenter was dressed in red and green, and he was dressed in a joyful manner. Surrounded by a group of people, holding a sign, they cautiously walked over.

Someone lifted the ladder over. The carpenter took out a pair of red chopsticks and tied the two ends with red silk, one end hung with copper coins, and the other end was tied to a sign, on which it was written that the prince was here, and he would always be safe.

As the carpenter climbed the ladder, he shouted in his mouth: The prince is here, and the gods have abdicated. Shangliang Daji, all shining.

This situation is really lively. The district leader looked at me with a smile and said, "Brother Zhao, after a while, the beam will be over, and we will have a glass of wine here, and the things here will be completed."

I nodded: Thank you, leaders.

We're saying things that don't hurt or itch in an official tone. Suddenly, a click was heard, followed by frightened cries from the crowd.

As soon as I heard this voice, I chuckled in my heart: no, something happened.

I hurriedly craned my neck and looked around, when I noticed that the carpenter had broken a crossbar in the ladder and threw him on his back.

The district leader's face turned pale, and he shouted in a low voice: Who is looking for the ladder? Do you want to do it anymore?

The men under his hands carried the broken ladder away with their hands and feet, and after a few minutes, a new one was replaced. A little apprentice asked the carpenter, "Master, are you okay?"

The carpenter rubbed his waist, gritted his teeth, and said: The upper beam can't be replaced, help me up.

The little apprentice lifted the carpenter up with a nervous expression. The carpenter walked very carefully this time, and tried to climb up with every step, still shouting in his mouth: Taigong is here, but although it is the same, this time he shouted out, more cautious, and a little less joyful before.

No one in the crowd was talking or laughing, after all, the ladder broke when the beam was put up, which was really unlucky.

After a few seconds, the carpenter had climbed to the top of the ladder, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and finally called out cheerfully: "The prince is here, the gods are oops."

I saw that the red silk on the chopsticks was inexplicably broken. Like a bird shot by a crossbow, the sign tumbled and fell, snapped, and fell to the ground.

At this moment, everyone panicked. There have been two accidents in a row, and today is probably not very lucky.

The district leader was annoyed and said to the people next to him: Who chose the day?

The man looked at Mr. Lu with some cringe.

The district leader turned around and asked a little unpleasantly: You chose the day?

Mr. Lu said lightly: There is no problem with life, and the problem is people. There are still some things that have not been done clearly, and this beam will naturally not be successful.

As soon as Mr. Lu finished saying this, the originally sunny and good weather suddenly became cloudy, and the sky was dark.

Everyone was startled, looking up at the inexplicable extra clouds in the sky, and they were all a little apprehensive. Immediately after that, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, blowing dusty and making a hunting sound on the yellow paper on the offering table.

The folks who were originally watching the excitement burst out and ran half away in an instant. The remaining half, calling loudly for their children and daughters, is also preparing to retreat.

The district leader still has some knowledge, but at this time he still did not forget his demeanor, and said to me: Brother Zhao, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate today, let's go to the beam another day. It's not bad for half a day, and it's best to be steady.

After the district leader finished speaking, I was about to answer, when I suddenly saw that there was something wrong with his expression. His eyes widened and he looked at me with horror on his face.

I asked him strangely, "What's wrong with you?"

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, just gulped and swallowed.

I was suddenly shocked: he was not looking at me, he was looking behind me.

I thought of this and jerked my head back. At this time, I found that Xue Qian was staring at the back of my head, motionless, not knowing what she was doing.

When I turned around, I was face to face with him. I saw that there was no whites in his eyes, only dark eyes.

I chuckled in my heart: Xue Qian, what are you going to do?

Xue Qian didn't answer, stretched out her arm, and hugged me.

I struggled violently, but I didn't expect that his strength was so great that I couldn't break free at all. I shouted loudly: Mr. Lu, what are you doing? Why don't you come and save me?

Mr. Lu stood next to me, looking at me with a smile, without the slightest intention of making a move, he asked: Zhao Mang, what am I talking about? Your life is not peaceful

Aunt Xue stomped her feet anxiously on the side: Xue Qian, what's wrong with you?

Mr. Lu grabbed her: Don't worry, it's the Yin ghost woman who is here. She didn't come for Xue Qian.

As soon as I heard about the ghost woman, I simply gave up struggling. The ability of the Yin Ghost Woman is not something I can deal with, rather than doing some useless work, it is better to show weakness and make peace.

Seeing that I was no longer struggling, the ghost woman let me go.

I don't mean to run away, I know that even if I do, I can't run away.

My voice trembled a little and asked, "What, you, what do you want?" I did as you said, and the martyrs' shrines were built.

The Yin Ghost Woman said in a hoarse voice in my ear: The Martyrs' Shrine is a grudge between me and the Xue family. My grievance with you doesn't seem to have been resolved.

I said with a bitter face: What grievances can we have when we meet each other?

The Yin Ghost Woman shook her head: You dare to break into my residence and rob the Xue family. For that alone, I'm going to have to punish you.

My heart fluttered and I asked: What punishment? What do you want to do?

The Yin Ghost Woman thought for a while and said, "After today, I will leave here, and my room will be given to you."

I thought about the gloomy hut and shook my head like a buleng: I don't want your house. Give it to whoever you like.

The Yin Ghost Woman laughed loudly: Boy, do you think you have a choice? You just treat it as your home, live honestly for three years, and it will be regarded as our filial piety.

It was as if I had been poured a basin of cold water all over my body, from head to toe, and there was nothing that was not cold: three years

The Yin Ghost Woman leaned over with a sly smile: Before I was reincarnated, I came back to you and relieved you of your hard labor. However, within these three years, if you dare to leave without permission. Hehe, do you really think I can't help you? I can see the little novice on the painting, and I can see his appearance clearly.

As soon as I heard this, I chuckled in my heart: it turned out that when the Yin Ghost Woman blew out my candle that day, she had already discovered the location of my natal lamp.