After all, I have been in Thailand for more than half a month, and it is time to go back to my small Buddha shop.

That morning, I received an MMS message from Fang Gang, which seemed to be a photo of a grave being dug in the cemetery. The picture shows two large iron pots. It was full of things, including an enshrined stone carving, a few rusty bronze magic knives, a metal ring, and two things I didn't recognize.

I called him and asked what he meant, are you digging graves with someone else? Fang Gang smiled: "In Sinburi, north of Bangkok, pass by Ayutthaya and then go north, call me when you arrive." ”

I replied, "I'm not interested in digging graves and don't want to go." I've booked a plane ticket back to Shenyang tomorrow and don't want to be too tired. ”

Fang Gang snorted: "As a brand dealer in Thailand, if you haven't even seen the ancient tomb unearthed and photographed babies, you might as well go back to China!" ”

"What? Tomb Baby? I asked. It seemed that Fang Gang didn't plan to continue talking to me more, so he hung up the phone directly. Of course I've heard of the ancient tomb baby, but I really haven't seen the real excavation process, so I want to go? Check the map of Thailand. I found that the distance from Bangkok to Sinburi is about the same as that of Rayong to Bangkok. Since Fang Gang laughed at me, I had to fight for it, so I immediately went to the BRT and took the bus.

By the time I tossed to Sin Buri, it was already noon, and I called Fang Gang at the bus stop under the scorching sun, but I didn't answer after a long time, and then I pressed it directly. I was wondering when I received a text message from Fang Gang: "Call a taxi from the BRT and go northwest, and you can see a bridge." Cross the bridge and continue driving for ten kilometers. ”

When I got into the taxi, I thought to myself something so mysterious. Do you have to hang up the call and send a text message instead? According to the road pointed out by Fang Gang to the northwest direction, when I saw the bridge, it was already half an hour, this is a rural area, all the mountains and fields as far as the eye can see, scattered and some stilted buildings. Just when I didn't know where Fang Gang was, I saw from a distance that there seemed to be dozens of people busy at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the field, and one of them was a man in a floral shirt. It looks a lot like Fang Gang.

It was so far away that I could only tell the taxi driver to go that way by judging from his favorite floral shirt. The driver muttered to me dissatisfied, saying that it was too remote and that the gas for the return trip was too wasteful, so I had to promise to pay him more than 30%.

When I got to the bottom of the mountain, I saw dozens of people digging with shovels, hoes, and pickaxes. Several large pits have been dug. The man in the shirt was really Fang Gang, and he sent him away, and I walked towards the group of people. It was full of wasteland and dirt slopes, and when Fang Gang saw me coming, he stretched out his hand and pointed at me, and then pointed to a few temporary tents dozens of meters away. Motioned for me not to come closer, but to wait at the tent first.

The tents were guarded, and in the distance there were some people dressed as local peasants pointing and pointing. I stood next to the tent and saw a middle-aged man wearing a tiger skin and Fang Gang and others standing on the edge of the pit, as if they were chanting something, and several people next to me were sitting cross-legged, with their hands folded, their heads bowed and not speaking. The master in the tiger's skin, I know, is Rusluen, who lives in Banton Aichi and used to perform the empowerment spell on Shavar. He is one of the leaders of the Rushi in south-central Thailand, and he is very powerful in spells, but he never blesses the Buddha card, but what is he doing here today.

Twenty or thirty minutes later, Rusluen stopped chanting the mantra and said something to those people, and Fang Gang followed suit and gesturing as he spoke. I was bored, so I quietly lifted the curtain of the tent and poked my head in to see. The sun was very poisonous outside, but it was dark in the tent, and after my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, I found that there were two wooden tables in the tent, and on one table was a large iron pot, and there were copper knives, baby pats and copper rings piled up inside, which seemed to be the MMS pictures that Fang Gang had sent me before. On the other table lay dozens of skulls neatly in a blue-black color, and I don't know how many years they had been buried in the ground.

I quickly retracted my head, and someone slapped me on the shoulder from behind, which scared me out, and I looked back at a strange man with an unfriendly look in his eyes. At this time, Fang Gang came over and said to others: "This is my friend, a Chinese, who also does the business of Buddhist cards." I've never seen a baby in a tomb, so I deliberately asked him to open his eyes from Rayong. ”

The man's face softened, and I hurriedly folded my hands to salute, and the other party returned the salute, introducing him as an apprentice of Rustluen, and he had come to dig up this ancient tomb with the masters today. I asked, "Why do so many mages come to dig graves, just find local farmers?" ”

The apprentice said: "This tomb was first dug up by local farmers when they were digging a well, and at first they thought it was the ancestral grave of a certain villager, but it turned out that there were not only bones, but also many ancient baby beaters, bronze magic knives and statues of gods. These were all items used to suppress the resentment of the Yin spirits, and two of those villagers had dealt with the master, so they stopped everyone and then notified the masters. ”

"In other words, only by digging under the guidance of Master Rusluen will these Yin Spirits not be angry, right?" I asked.

The apprentice nodded, and Fang Gang said, "Yes, it has already been dug up, and if you touch the dead, even if you fill it back immediately, it is useless, so you have to let the masters continue to dig." Those who were responsible for digging up the graves were all Rus, or disciples of Rusluen, such as Chacha. The tent was filled with the bones of the deceased who had been dug up from the tomb, and it was a joint burial tomb, which should be between two hundred and three hundred and fifty years old. At the beginning, the owner of the tomb was either unjustly killed or died horizontally, so he had to use a lot of things to accompany the funeral. Babies and idols are used to transcend the souls of the dead, while bronze magic knives are used to suppress the resentment of the yin spirits so as not to harm others. ”

I asked, "What should we do with the bones that have been dug up, do we have to do something?" ”

Lu Shiluen's apprentice Chacha snorted: "The Dharma is definitely to be done, but just now the master said that the deceased in this joint tomb is very angry, and he doesn't know how he died in the first place. Once their tombs were destroyed, the resentment would spread, so the Master had to prepare the bones to be consecrated and consecrated for the faithful to invite them home to worship. In this way, the deceased can enjoy the offerings of the living, and the grievances can be slowly calmed. ”

I was surprised: "Rusluen has never made and consecrated a Buddhist card, and now he is a binling, isn't that very popular?" ”

Fang Gang smiled: "That's why I came here, and after Lu Shiluen enlightened this batch of guest spirits, the two of us will each pick a few and bring them back." The contribution is about 5,000 baht per piece, how about it? "I'm happy to say sure, but how long will it take? Soil Bird Cooperation.

Chacha said: "Masters, you have to do things first, and for a few days, it depends on how long the resentment of the yin spirit weakens, but I think it will take at least four or five days." All the expenses for the rituals were paid by the nearby villagers, who were so afraid of dying, for fear that the yin spirits in the tomb would be angry and make the people in their village unlucky. ”

It is not surprising that everyone in Thailand believes in Buddhism, and everyone from the prime minister to the farmers firmly believes that they have the obligation to provide for the monks and the existence of the evil spirits in the world. At this time, several men came over with their skulls in their hands, and the three of us hurriedly dodged away, and I opened the tent with my acquaintance, and several men walked into the tent with the skulls in their hands, and placed them with the skulls on the table. I could see that the tops of the skulls were painted with red or white spells, and I knew that Rusluen must be using some ancient method to temporarily imprison the resentment in the skulls so as not to harm those who came into contact with them.

I asked Fang Gang if he could go to those burial pits to have a look, and Fang Gang replied: "Lu Shiluen has finished casting the spell, that tomb is a big family, since the resentment is so heavy, I judge that it is possible that because of something, all the nobles or those in power were killed." ”

"It's similar to China's Extermination of the Nine Clans, right?" I replied, and Fang Gang nodded. We came to the graves, where Rusluen was sitting on the ground, drawing spells with his pen on the freshly dug skull, and several of Rus's apprentices were still digging in the pits. They dug very carefully, and in the sun, I crouched on the edge of a pit and saw the two of them carefully cleaning the dirt around a skull and slowly pulling the skull out of the dirt, and the man next to him began to chant a mantra before standing up and lifting the skull above his head after a few minutes.