"There must be a white snake within five steps," said the fortune teller, walking to the southeast of the coffin, stopping four or five steps away from the coffin, "looking for two people to dig three feet down with wooden shovels" and a few people ran back to the village with a shovel (note: a wooden shovel is a kind of agricultural tool used by farmers to separate wheat grains from wheat bran using wind power, similar to iron shovels, but made of mulberry wood). The sun was getting weaker and weaker, and the fortune teller said, "I may not be able to dig it up today, so take something to cover it, and don't let it rain!" After a while, the peasant came with a shovel and, as instructed, dug down in the designated place? White Snake? That's a fairy! The old people were muttering in their hearts. There is indeed a small white snake in the local area, but it is extremely rare, as soon as the old ladies see the little white snake (about the length of chopsticks), they will kowtow, find a plate covered with red cloth, invite the white snake to their home, burn incense and offer, it is strange to say, the white snake always climbs into the plate very obediently, and then enjoys the incense for a few days, and then disappears silently.

The fortune teller drew a circle of about one foot, and the two men began to dig, indeed, the mud here was obviously easier to dig than in other places, and after a lot of effort, one man shouted: There are a bunch of frogs! “

Don't dig it!! "The fortune teller hurriedly stopped, everyone was very strange, it is normal to dig frogs in winter, what is the fuss. Everyone saw more than a dozen frogs crowded together. How can there be snakes where there are frogs? The old people began to pray again, if nothing else, who has ever seen such a big coffin, not to mention that it has alarmed the "people" after all? In the middle of winter, the fortune teller was sweating, and later I heard him say that he was almost about to run back. The fortune teller took out the frogs one by one, there were no white snakes, nothing but frogs!

No, the fortune teller doesn't know what he's doing wrong, that's what my father told him. How could there be no White Snake? He stood up and asked loudly, "Are there any dragons and people born in December who have not quit?" Find out at your own risk! ”

A few onlookers left in disbelief, and it's no wonder who can't take a closer look at this kind of thing? The old people vaguely understood in their hearts: "It's not that the white snake is afraid of them, but it's not beneficial to these people"

At this moment, someone shouted: "Snake! The snake is on a wooden shovel! ”

Isn't it? In the mud on the shovel, a small white snake showed its body, and the difference from the usual thing was that this white snake was not completely white, but with a few spots (no one said what color spots), and a little different from what you have seen before, it shows its head and spits out letters frequently, and is very vigilant, and snakes in winter should not be like this. The fortune teller carefully took the little snake and placed it next to the coffin, the bottom of the coffin to be exact, and the little snake quickly burrowed down, and after a while it was gone.

As soon as they saw the little white snake burrowing under the crystal coffin, the timid people began to scream, oh my God? Where did it go? How so? It's true that snakes drill holes, but snakes themselves don't make holes, most of them use the holes of yellow eels, not to mention that on such a cold day, the little snake can still be so active, and the nerves that have been tense for a day can't bear too much weirdness. Most people knelt in the mud and bowed in the most traditional but also the most respectful way of worship - twenty-four bows, which is an extremely complex way of prostrating, including the eight trigrams, and is generally the most solemn way of kowtowing when the relatives pass away. 24 Worship is over, everyone is on their knees and at a loss! Yes, according to common sense, it is time to cry, for example, if the deceased is the uncle of the person who bows down, then he should cry uncle! The crying master of the younger generation, and so on. But no one knows what the surname of this kneeling bow is, how to call it? What if, what if this isn't human? Heaven and earth do not distinguish between human reason, will worship be angry and resentful? At this time, the fortune teller said, "Okay, just kowtow, it's getting late, let's go back to the shore and rest, tomorrow morning." ”

Everyone returned to the shore in silence, who had the heart to eat, those who belonged to the dragon and others who could not watch from the side asked this and that anxiously? What the hell is going on? The fortune teller's incomprehensible attitude is also bottomless. The man who didn't see the white snake was shouting, "We'll take a hammer tomorrow—" and before he could finish speaking, he was gagged by a dirty mud hand. The old people glared at the hairy boy fiercely. I don't know the severity, what else is there to listen to the old man? But when the coffin is dug up during construction, it will not be moved if it can be moved, and once it is to be moved, it is necessary to ask someone who understands to pay tribute, invite the happy materials out, and place them properly.

The fortune teller said lightly: "If you should come out, you still have to come out, otherwise it will be troublesome?" Everyone looked at the gentleman with inquiring eyes, "Look at tomorrow, I have 108 black dog paper-cuts here, you stick it on the wall of that yard, remember that all the doors must be pasted 2, the water tank must be pasted, this thing must be done by the dragon, remember that it must be posted when the sun comes out, if it is cloudy tomorrow, it must not be pasted!" The voice is not loud but very firm, a kind of firmness that can break everything. Everyone felt a little relieved in their hearts, after all, someone gave advice, and the command was determined.

"Also, you have to see how much water is in the tank, and how high the wet marks are on the outside of the tank." The fortune teller instructed. Everyone agreed, and went back to their huts (the laborers had no good places to live, they were all makeshift tents, otherwise they wouldn't have gone to the yard that made people KB). The black dog paper-cut in the hand is very ordinary, that is, the general puppy with black paper cuts, which is used to ward off evil spirits, but is there any festival why use this? Most people use new paper to cut it, which seems to be a few years old, and the paper is a little old.

The night was surprisingly quiet, even the usual snoring did not move, of course, who could still sleep, especially the people assigned to the task were even more excited. The old people smoke self-rolled cigarettes, and the flashing lights make everyone hope that the dawn will come early. "Do you think this has anything to do with the bald tail Lao Li?" An old man asked softly, huh? People on the side of the Yellow River should know this legend, the bald tail Lao Li is synonymous with the Dragon King, once in 60 years, come once, the Yellow River will flood once (according to legend, ancient times are a long time ago, in a small rural courtyard, a young daughter-in-law guarded the old mother who was sick in bed, the old lady especially wanted to drink a mouthful of fish soup, the heavy rain poured outside, where to buy fish?) Besides, there is a place to buy it, and there is no money. At this moment, there was a burst of thunder and lightning, and a big golden carp fell from the sky, weighing 5 or 6 catties! The daughter-in-law was ecstatic and carried the fish back to the house, and when she saw the pitiful appearance of the carp, she could not bear to kill it, so she chopped off the tail and released the fish. Strange to say, my mother was cured of her illness after drinking fish soup. And this carp is a dragon king who has been demoted to the mortal, and it is also said that he was defeated by fighting with other dragons. Fortunately, the dragon king is reasonable, did not punish the filial daughter-in-law, but it has become a habit, that is, every other Jiazi will come once, the Yellow River will flood once, Anyang, Henan Province has also said this so far, Anyang was originally called Hexi, because in the west of the Yellow River, the original river is used to cross the boat, there are many taboos, if someone says that the end is very miserable, the light one is not allowed to get on the boat, if in the middle of the river said that he may be driven off the boat, there is a taboo is not to say bald, otherwise a boat will not wait for peace. The surname Li is particularly popular, and with him, it will definitely be smooth sailing. As soon as I heard that it had something to do with this, everyone became solemn!

"No, it won't!" An old man slowly continued, "The first time is wrong, I haven't heard of using a black dog, and the coffin is for people!" "Everyone has no idea, it's really hard to make a living on the edge of the Yellow River!

It was finally dawn, fortunately it was a sunny day, the sun was hanging lazily in the sky, everyone went their separate ways, some people came to the coffin around the fortune teller, and some people went to paste paper cuts. The fortune teller took out 3 sticks of incense and lit them and inserted them in the incense burner that he had brought. There were words in his mouth, but it was by no means something that was too anxious for the old gentleman to be as anxious as a law or something, and then he took out a piece of wood (which seemed to be mulberry wood, which had been polished to shine) and inserted it into the east side of the coffin, and at this time, the fish in the coffin swam more and more frequently. Everyone always felt uneasy, it turned out that the coffin, it grew taller by itself, yes, the coffins dug up were wiped clean by the farmers, and there were obviously about 20cm more coffins with mud. Mr. Fortune Teller pointed to the northwest corner and said, "Dig!" Dig until you can't dig it! "At this time, when the river still can't be dug, it is inexplicable, and the fortune teller is not frightened. At this time, the messenger of the black dog came running, "Sir, the water in the tank is still full (20 cm), and the wet marks on the outside of the tank are still four fingers from the top!" ”

"Got it" The fortune teller agreed lightly, and kept staring at the small fish in the coffin, the small fish is the small fish, a very ordinary grass carp, the corpse has risen to the height of the human waist, it is still blurry, one thing can be seen clearly, the little white snake is also in it! And it's moving, always avoiding the small fish that keep coming at it. Fish dare to bully snakes! No wonder Mr. has been watching. A stick of incense had already been burned, and suddenly, with a "click", two wooden shovels for digging broke at the same time! Two halves of wooden shovels stuck in the mud. The sudden sound frightened people violently, and this is the time when they can't dig up. Both spades were stuck in the mud, as if something hard had snapped the spades. The fortune teller dug out with his hands, gradually revealing an iron pier, the size of an ordinary garden bench, with some patterns engraved on it, and the fortune teller groped around, slowly pulling out a rusty iron chain.

Everyone gathered around excitedly, could this also be connected to the coffin? A few young men stepped forward to help pull it, and with a hard effort, the coffin shook a little. "Stop!" The fortune teller shouted angrily, "Didn't you say you weren't allowed to come here?" The young man who delivered the letter quickly let go of his hand and ran away to the riverbank. Yes, there is a broken stubble on the chain, probably because of a long time, one of the buckles has been split in half. Whether you want to continue to pull, you can pull without letting the broken place be forced, and everyone waits for the instructions of the fortune teller. The fortune teller looked at the stubble carefully, thinking, and at this time the sky was slowly clouding.

Mr. Folklore has been looking at the pattern on the iron pier, and suddenly he said: "This should be in the well" Yes, it is used in the ancient well to calm the spring, how did it come here, the old people also looked at the elephant, so it was even more unclear, the chain is connected to the coffin, who will put the coffin in the well? Even if you want to put it, how can there be such a big well? The fortune teller thoughtfully: "There is really gold, master!" "In that place, there are very few people who can be called masters in feng shui, but I don't know why there was a period of time when this piece developed extremely rapidly, of course, before liberation, there is a particularly famous Dawang Village, the village has built more than 90 earth buildings in a row, everyone says that the ancestral tomb of the Wang family has good feng shui, just one night, a southerner came, it is said that a golden toad was chiseled out of the stone tablet pedestal. That night, the whole village heard the sound of copper coins rolling away in the ground, and the old man said that the dragon was gone. Since then, the 100th building in Dawang Village has never been built, and it has to be abandoned once it collapses. So when everyone heard that there was a feng shui master involved, they were extremely nervous.

The fortune teller said: "It doesn't matter, this is done by a local gentleman, in order to guard the dragon vein, but I didn't expect it to come out." "What about the coffin? Who made the coffin? Now what? The fortune teller's face was also ugly, and he had become solemn since he saw the chain, and now his face was even heavier. Suddenly, the fortune teller slammed his head desperately against the coffin, and within a few blows he was bleeding profusely. The sound traveled far away, and the old man said that when he returned home, the villagers asked if the cannon had been fired (because there were often drilling holes for geological exploration at that time), but the people around him heard a very soft sound, but it was very clear. Everyone was stunned, and no one thought to hold Mr. Possessed? No, but anyone who possesses the body will report to their homes. Only when the New Year invites the gods can there be possession, such as suddenly someone shouts "I am the seven fairies" and sees an old man twisting and giving him an embroidery needle and thread, which can rust out a very high level of flowers.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "The coffin is cracked!" "Yes! The coffin cracked, and water flowed out, and the fortune teller shouted with blood on his face: "Hurry ashore!" Everyone climbed out of the big pit, and saw the coffin spraying water outward, just like that, under everyone's gaze, the water gradually disappeared the coffin, and some careful people saw that the water in the coffin was not less at all! They stopped talking and went to work. The fortune teller was taken away by his uncle, and later he heard that the fortune teller was blind.

Early the next morning, people were amazed to find that there was no water at all in the pit that was full of water yesterday, and there was no coffin, nothing, but the blood that Mr. had shed on the ground had not been washed away by the water, and someone had gone to the compound to see that the water in the tank was gone. After that, people went to the fortune teller to ask about it, and the fortune teller said: "I can't tell it, if I say it, it will break my life for 40 years, and it will bring disaster to the local area, you don't have to ask more, forget about it!" ”

After about half a month, an earthquake began to occur there, and every house posted black dogs, and there was a strange slip of the tongue.

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